In the seventies one of my friends, Ryan, lived a few blocks from me and we were very similar in our physical features.
He had dark, curly hair as opposed to my straight kind of blonde hair but we both had slender, smooth, bodies.
We would often hang out at his house or mine, shoot some baskets, wrestle, watch TV, or just talk.
One unusually hot afternoon in May we were at my house playing basketball in the driveway. We had been hard at it and our bodies were soaked in sweat.
We decided it was too warm for this and we should get some pop and cool down. As we sat on the patio sipping our sodas Ryan asked, “Did you know guys can f**k guys?”
I said” No Way! Guys don’t have a cunt, it’s impossible. “Taking a swig of his soda he said, “You’re right, they don’t. So they have to put their
