So what made Dougie so attractive other than being such a nice bloke? Well, he stands at six feet two with a mop of golden blond hair and a permanent three day shadow on his ruggedly handsome face. He's broad and hunky, and fills a pair of jeans, both front and back, better than any man I've ever seen. He's at his best when he's got his shirt off taking an axe to some logs in his garden, hard muscles rippling, golden chest hair glimmering, and his sun-bronzed skin dripping with sweat. Got the picture? I certainly had! Every night in my bed it was the picture in my head as I jerked on my cock and spurted out a load.

And that's where I went to on that fateful morning, and that's what I watched whilst waiting for my best friend Duncan to arrive. I could have happily sat there and watched Dougie chopping logs for hours. I could have watched him doing anything, I found him hypnotic. I kind of sensed it was wrong to be voyeuristically lusting, because I now thought of him as a friend. But the guy was so horny, I couldn't tear myself away. And I was so lost in this vision of raw manliness at work, I totally forgot myself and gave my bulging crotch a rub. It was then that I thought my world had come crashing down around me...

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"I thought as much!"

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed, pulling my hand away and turning round to see Duncan standing behind me with a big grin upon his face.

"Oh don't worry, Lyall. It won't bother me. Just whip it out and give it a good chug. Fire one off if you want!"

He came a step nearer. That grin was spreading wider. I got the impression he actually wanted me to do it. Naturally I shied away and tried to close the closet door that lay hideously open, exposing me for what I was.

"Don't be stupid. I was just scratching my balls," I protested. I could feel the blood rushing to my face turning my cheeks an incriminating scarlet.

Duncan sat down beside me. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me - it was too horrible to endure. I had denied my nature for so many years - I wasn't ready to be exposed. But Duncan wasn't appalled as I had always assumed he would be. Instead he was finding it all highly amusing. He put his arm on my shoulder and gave my hair a friendly ruffle. It felt wrong but very exciting.

"Bollocks!" he laughed. "You were giving your cock a rub whilst taking in the view."

I hissed in my breath and prepared further denial, but Duncan silenced me before I could utter a word.

"And who could blame you!"

I didn't pick up on the tone or the meaning of the words. I was too lost my own sense of humiliation. This should have been the worst moment of my life, yet Duncan was having none of it.

"You know, I've suspect for a while, Lyall," he said, ruffling my hair again. "I suspected that day when we were a couple of wee boys and I offered to show you my hard cock. Only a closeted poof would shy away from that."

"I'm not!" I stupidly blurted.

"Lyall. It's all right. I don't give a shit. I just wished you would have said something earlier... So, you fancy Dougie, do you?"

"No!"

"Would you stop lying to me! For fuck's sake Lyall - I'm supposed to be your best friend... Come on, let's take a walk."

And that was it. I didn't come out to Duncan - I sort of fell out and he caught me in the best possible sense, giving me a soft landing by still being my friend, returning our relationship to those sun filled days when dark secrets didn't exist. We took a stroll and after ten minutes I felt the weight of adolescence lifting from my shoulders - a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. I conceded the point, admitted to my nature; and my best friend gave me an affectionate hug and ruffled my sandy coloured hair.

"So, you'll be even more anxious to get away from here that me," said Duncan as we walked along an overgrown path, heading further and further into the countryside. "You'll be able to hit the gay bars and get yourself laid. Probably find it easier than I do to get a ride. Lucky bastard!"

"Yeah, I suppose," I replied, still struggling to take in the enormity of what had happened - that I was actually talking to Duncan about being gay and he was taking it all in his stride.

"You don't sound too sure," said Duncan.

"I will. God, I'd love to have sex, but..."

"Nervous. Yeah, I understand. We country bumpkins are going to be standing out in the city like a sore thumb. All the blokes will be experienced and we've done nothing.... Shame we can't get some practice in."

"Yeah," I replied, looking at him awkwardly. There was a glint in his eye that I'd never seen before. "It's a real shame. It would be so much easier if I knew what I was doing."

"Too true! I'd prefer to hit the city running - Mr. Cock of the Hoop, and all that lot. But as things stand... Unless, of course..." said Duncan, that glint now accompanied by a wicked grin.

"What?"

"Well... Nah! Silly idea."

"What?"

"Okay. But I want to make this clear - I really like girls, and I'm definitely going to be fucking lots of them once I get to Edinburgh, but... well..."

"Come on! Spit it out!"

"All right! As you've admitted to being a complete and utter poofter, I suppose I can tell you... You see, Lyall - I don't think my sexuality is totally clear. I've had the odd sort of inkling - fleeting thoughts when I'm wanking. And I'm curious to test it out... So... if you wanted to try some things - just for a lark, you know... well."

"Are you being serious?" I blurted. I couldn't credit that he was. I suspected this was some wicked twist - those years in the closet had made me so suspicious of traps.

Duncan looked me in the eye then looked down to his crotch which was clearly swelling out his jeans. He gave the big bulge a teasing rub. "Aye, I'm serious. You wouldn't be my first choice for I'd sooner have a girl, but... I'm permanently randy," he groaned as he continued to stroke. "And those silly bitches in town won't give anything up... so hell yes! I'm serious. We'd just be playing around like we used to do as kids; although it would be a different sort of game from Cowboys and Indians... Of course we'd have to keep it a secret."

"Too right!" I stammered, still struggling to take it in.

"But it would help us both out - do you not think? What do you say, Lyall? Do you fancy having a bit of a play with your best mate?"

My heart was in my mouth. For years I had tried not to see Duncan as sexual and now here he was, suggesting we fool around. I had always assumed that my first experience would be terrifying - something crude and dirty at the hands of an older man who would use me then cast me aside. But here was an opportunity to experiment with a sexy young lad of my own age, and one who I trusted like no other. It was all so sudden, but I was intrigued and excited. I loved Duncan to bits, he was my very best friend, but in the same way as for him, he wouldn't be my first choice. Yet just like Duncan I was permanently randy; and who else was I ever going to have gay sex with around here?

With a trembling voice I finally agreed. "All right. Let's find a secluded spot."

"Brilliant!" exclaimed Duncan, his face a picture of delight. "Oh Christ! I'm going to get my end away! Thank fuck for that!"

We headed into the woods which we knew so well. There was this little glade, a clearing which we had frequently gone to as kids. We thought of it as ours, for we had never been disturbed there, and without having to say so, we both set off in that direction.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked; my head spinning with possibilities, and the one niggling regret that I forced away.

"I want to get my rocks off, stupid. I want to try everything."

"Everything!"

"Yeah, why not? Look, I don't want to push you into anything you don't want to do. But for fuck's sake, who else could you try things out with? Is there a problem? Do you not fancy me?"

God! What a question. Of course I fancied him. I was eighteen and randy as hell. Okay, so he wasn't my first choice, but beggars can't be choosers, and that was only dreaming after a thing that could never be. Duncan had turned into a real sexy looking lad - any gay bloke with a pulse would fancy him! It was just that I had never allowed myself to think about him in this way. Now I had to. Now I wanted to. But what exactly did Duncan want?

"Yeah. Of course I fancy you. Christ - that sounded weird... but I do. It's just that... well you said you like girls, so is that what you want - for me to..."

"Be a girl. Hell no! I said I want to try everything - experiment. So whatever we do, we play fairs fair."

"You mean..."

Duncan stopped me in my tracks and pinned me against a tree. I was stunned by his boldness as he reached down and groped my rock hard dick. He rubbed the shaft through the denim of my jeans; my knees trembled at the intensity of this sudden thrill.

"If we do this, Lyall, then it's not just my cock that gets some fun. So listen up... I want you to suck me and let me spurt a load into your mouth. I want you to bend over so I can fuck your ass and fire off a load into your bowels. But fairs fair - you've got to experiment as well; and I'm curious. I'm not gay like you, but I'm open-minded... so if I fuck you then you get to fuck me... Is that clear enough for you now?"

"Yeah," I stammered, totally stunned.

"Fuck, I want to do it now. Come on Lyall, let's get our cocks out and have a play."