I also was in love with my best friend in Junior and Senior High School. I still fantasize about him (or perhaps, more correctly, about his huge cock and the sex we managed to have). It's complicated-- just like life. Through the years, I could never understand why he would share his huge cock with me. I know it turned him on like crazy to show it off to me-- but I always knew he was straight. He always felt horribly guilty about our sex the day after and would avoid me for months (we lived in separate towns). Then I would come home for the holidays, and he would give in again after I rubbed his back and massaged his throbbing cock. It became even more complicated when we both took life partners. He complained about the sex because he bottomed out in his wife and couldn't full-stroke it. And next thing you know it was blow job city. He never reciprocated. Got off, and zipped up. But it was a connection that lasted for 25+ years. Finally, the morning-after guilt got to him, and he said No more. It has been hard to have a good friendship since then because I respect his No, but his body language and bulge always say Yes. It is indeed complicated.
I have always wondered if his huge cock actually caused him to be very self-conscious, and also full of self-doubt that no one liked him for who he was-- they were only looking to get some of his big dick. We talked about it often, but I never thought he fully understood how conflicted he was. He would say No, but the snake down his jeans was screaming Yes. All I wanted to do was help his self-image, and get some of that huge cock. Lol.
I do think we are sexually formed by our first love. The experieinces of our first sexual partner form the skelton of our future desires and fantasies and turn ons. I have spent my life looking to replicate our sex, and always come away from a relationship slightly disappointed that it wasn't as blindingly good as those sexual encounters with him.
I am married to a great guy now, and we have a great sex life, but I must admit, I still fantasize about my first sex with my huge-dicked straight friend. He forged me, and I him. It is complicated.
And then I wonder, if he called tomorrow and said he wanted me (hope springs eternal!), would I leave everything and go back to him? Crazy question. It will never happen. But still I wonder, I guess because I am still in love with him. Or maybe, still in lust with him. It is complicated, just like life...