He was my best friend and had been for over 20 years. We had been best buds since we were in the 4th grade and now both of us were in our mid-thirties, married, and both with kids. My wife and I had gone to Long Island to visit him and his wife for a week. We decided to camp out on a local beach, which had camping facilities. It was summer, hot, steamy.

The first day we drank, drank, swam, and drank more. Of course I had seen him naked before, strong, muscular, he had run track in high school and had been very, very good. I was taller and had played football. His soft cock, as that was the only way I had ever seen it, was a bit smaller than mine though I had no idea how big it was when it hardened. I had never really thought of him sexually, which was kind of strange.

That night he and I had taken my 4 wheel out onto the beach. We sat, watching the water and drinking. We talked of old times, our wives, life and, of course sex. Although I had previously had numerous sexual encounters with other males, I did not think he ever had. That night, though, he told me how he and another friend of ours had, when they were teens, played with each other's cocks. I was amazed, and really interrogated him on it. Finally, he admitted they had blown each other as well. This new information made me look at him differently. Suddenly, where before he had been my best friend, now he was a sexual animal.

As we sat in the jeep we talked and got more personal than we had ever been with each other before. He asked me if I had ever had guy to guy sex and I admitted that I had several experiences but they had all been when I was a lot younger. We talked of our wives and how each would like to fuck the other. We talked of our wives particular sexual likes and dislikes, and that got both of us hot as hell. We discussed a young priest each of us had know when we were young. I had been seduced by him, though I did not tell him that. Knowing that the priest had been gay though, and that my buddy went to the church at which the priest was installed, I asked him if he had ever done it with "Father Paul." He had laughed, shaking his head, but something in his attitude made me suddenly believe that maybe he had. It was all so new and so exciting.

I can remember it as if it was yesterday, me saying, "shit, I need to jerk off!"

He had laughed, took another pull of his beer and said, "Go ahead, I don't give a shit."

I thought he was bluffing and decided to call his bluff. I gripped my cock through my thin bathing suit, laughing as I stroked it. I figured he would back off, give me crap, whatever. But he didn't. He just looked out the windshield. And so I took the step. I yanked my suit down and grasped my hard seven-inch dick. I waggled it at him, laughing. He laughed a bit too, but quietly. I began to stroke my dick.

"I'll help, if you want," he said quietly. And that really floored me.

I stupidly asked, "what?"

He