never seen anything like it and neither had Owen.

For the rest of the day we poured over the dozens of pornos. It was sex education that left nothing to the imagination. I soon realized that the pictorials that featured both sexes interested me more than the ones featuring only women. Seeing those hard cocks jammed into any and every available orifice made me realize the kind of sex they taught us about in health class was only the beginning. We sat silently for hours in the dim light; the only sound was the turning of pages.

We spent a lot of time in the fort that summer, and the next, looking through the pornos and rubbing ourselves through our jeans. There was no fooling around between us. Neither of us ever exposed our erections and we never came. We didn’t really understand orgasms and I expect neither of us had matured to that point yet. A few years later on a solo trip to the fort, I discovered the joy of cumming while stroking my dick to a picture of a guy getting sucked off. Owen hadn’t been around much lately and from then on, it became my private jack-off place. There had been a couple of other friends who would hang out there once in a while, but we soon all outgrew it. The door was too small to get through easily and once in high school there was too much to occupy our time.

I’d picked a few of my favorites from Uncle Jim’s collection and moved them to my bedroom and before long I wasn’t going to the fort at all. At the time, I didn’t consider myself gay and did OK with the girls, although I never got around to fucking one. Every time an opportunity presented itself, I always had a good reason not to. Sure enough, though, I’d be jacking off later to pictures of guys getting their dicks sucked. Those were my favorites.

Flash forward again…

And so Owen and I were going back to the fort after all these years. My dick started to get hard the second I saw the place and I did my best to conceal it as we approached. The place was no worse for wear. Our repairs were still holding and we decided to go in.

“Man! Was it always this hot in here?” Owen asked. “It’s like a hundred degrees.”

“We don’t have to stay,” I answered. We could barely stand because the ceiling was now too low.

“Let’s hang out for a bit. I want to check out your porn; that is if you still have it.” Owen flopped down in one of the chairs and opened the trunk. Taking a Hustler off the top, he sat back down and pulled his shirt over his head. I looked through a couple titles and chose on called Hollywood Hottubs. It had mostly naked women, but there were some shots with guys in them.

After a few minutes, I longed to be alone so I could jack off. I leaned over to see what Owen was looking at and saw it was a pictorial with a football player and a cheerleader getting it on. I also noticed a huge bulge in Owen’s shorts. It was at that moment that it all came crystal clear to me.