Date: Thu, 18 Mar 2010 17:42:36 -0400
From: 13chicago27@mail.com
Subject: Weekend Sleepover

Steve and I were best friends since we were little kids in kindergarten.
As we grew up, I spent a lot of time with Steve and often slept over at his
house on the weekends.  At around the age of 14 and 15, our bodies were
developing and so was our interest in sex; we talked about it a lot.

One particular evening at his house, we were looking at some porn magazines
that I had snagged from my brother's room.  These were not your average
Playboy and Penthouse type rags.  They had hardcore scenes of guys and
girls fucking, sucking, masturbating, even having anal sex.  We were in our
own beds and able to hide our individual excitement, but I knew he was
probably as hard as I was as we looked at the pictures and talked about
sex.  At one point, Steve got up to go to the bathroom and my suspicions
were confirmed: His cock was hard as rock and pushing straight out from the
briefs he was wearing.  The night continued without incident and we
eventually went to bed, separately, as two horny teenagers.

Sometime well into the early morning hours, I awoke feeling something
strange.  Someone was in bed with me; Steve was lying next to me.  In a
soft whisper, he asked me if I wanted to learn what guys and girls do when
they have sex.  Groggy and stunned, I said sure--not knowing completely
what he had in mind.  Well, when I felt his hand go inside my underpants, I
knew exactly what was going on.  Steve let out a soft and sexy groan as he
felt me up.  He seemed to like what he found even though we had never
discussed gay sex in any of our conversations.  I was now wide awake and I
had just agreed to have my first sexual encounter with another boy, my best
friend.  Nervous and not knowing what to do, I continued to let Steve take
charge.

First, he said that since I was wearing bikini underwear, I could be the
girl.  With that, he moved his hand down underneath my ball sac and gently
rubbed that soft area between my balls and my ass.  Eventually, he moved my
Jockey briefs to the side of my cock to give him better access to where his
fingers wanted to be.

After a while of this soft petting, Steve rolled on top of me and kissed
me.  That was weird at first, but like this whole experience, I just went
with the moment and let my dick do the thinking for me.  We made out for
what seemed like a long time.  We humped each other through our briefs the
whole time, we even French kissed each other.  I was well past the point of
no return and knew things were about to heat up.  There would be no backing
out now.  I was hooked and I think Steve knew it.  Eventually, Steve rolled
off me and we rested next to each other for a while. He lifted the
waistband of my briefs to get a look at my cock.

?A little wet inside there, isn?t it??  Steve smiled.

?Yeah, well what about you??  I chirped back.

Then he asked me this: "Do you know what a girl does if she really likes
the guy she is with?"

"No", I answered.

"She sucks his cock".  "Wanna do it?", he asked.  Before I could answer, he
grabbed my hand and put it in his underpants.  Holy cow, it was so wet in
there, I thought he had cum already, but this was his precum.  I also
discovered that he had pubic hair down there--I did not, yet.

?Now you know how horny I am?  "Come on", he said.  "Suck my dick.  Feel
how big it is.  I know you want to."  "Here...let me help you."

With that he jumped out of bed, turned to face me and pulled his underpants
down revealing his gorgeous cock to me and forcing the issue.  He
approached the bed and moved his cock in front of my face.  I knew what was
about to happen, but just didn't know how to start.  I moved to the edge of
the bed, toward his cock, and put my tongue on the tip, tasting the salty
precum drooling from it.  I took his cock in my hands and began to lick the
head and massage his balls.  I moved my lips up and down his hard cock,
letting his cock slip out at times to lick his shaft and go down on his
balls.  He had a big sac lightly covered in soft fur, much lighter in color
than the thick, dark bush he had on top.  I continued to move my head back
and forth trying to get a good rhythm.  At some point, I felt him pulling
away and his cock popped out of my mouth.  He took this opportunity to move
back onto the bed.  On his back, opening his legs wide, I stared as his
heavy ball sac drape downwards over the middle of his crotch.  His cock
pointed straight upward toward the ceiling.  I was in a trance-like state
as I stared at his cock and balls admiring their beauty.

"Now suck my cock!", Steve whispered. "Come on, I can?t take it much
longer".

I seemed to know exactly what to do at this point.  I stood up and pulled
of my underpants, setting free my large, but nearly hairless cock.  I
jumped back in the bed and knelt between Steve's outstretched legs and
lowered my mouth onto his glistening penis.  I bobbed up and down and
dragged my tightened lips along his slender shaft, occasionally clamping my
lips just under the crown of his cockhead and swirling my tongue around and
around, drinking up his precum and listening his moans-----at times taking
him out of my mouth to concentrate on the head.  At the same time, I let my
thick saliva run out of my mouth, down his cock and pubes, bathing his
balls in a sticky mess.  No longer scared and nervous, I felt more like a
school girl slut that an awkward teenaged boy going through the motions.

Steve was 15 years old and I knew the moment was bound to end soon rather
than later.  And sure enough, at some point in my frenzy of cocksucking
abandon, I heard him moan and tell me he's coming.  He kept saying it over
and over again, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming", each time getting
louder and louder.  I actually put my hand over his mouth to quiet the
screams.  I thought for sure his mother could hear him.  Steve grabbed my
head and held it down on his cock.  His body stiffened and shook, and that
was it.  He orgasmed with his cock fully inserted into my mouth.  The first
shot told me it was ok.  His cock was down the back of my throat and I knew
if I just kept it there, I could keep his cum inside me by without gagging
or flooding my mouth.  He bucked his hips up and down.  Grabbing my head
with both hands, he bucked and thrust his hips up and down while his hands
held my head in place.  He had my face all the way down his cock and into
his damp bush of pubes, and held onto my head until he was done.  I wasn?t
sure if this is how guys and girls really do things when they have sex, but
after his orgasm subsided and he let me remove his cock from my mouth, I
sure felt like I had been fucked.  I was hot, sticky, smelling of cum and
sex.  I had Steve?s pubic hairs still in my mouth and I was too exhausted
to do anything about it.

I hadn?t orgasmed, nor did I think I would that night.  I was simply too
wired, caught up in what just happened to worry about reciprocation.  I had
just had my first sexual experience, with a guy, in the role of the girl.
I wasn?t sure how all of that was going to play-out as time went on.  It
didn?t matter then.  I gave a thrilling blowjob to my best friend and loved
it. I had his taste, his smell, and his semen inside me and I knew we would
do this again.  For 15 or 20 minutes, my mouth gave so much pleasure to a
person that at the moment of climax, we both knew we wanted his cum inside
me.  And for that same period of time, I had the pleasure of taking my best
friend?s penis in my mouth and perform the most intimate of acts on it.  He
knew what he was doing. And somewhere between the nervousness and
excitement; the fear and desire, I figured it out too.  This wasn?t
make-believe or pretend.  No, he touched me, he kissed me, and he touched
my cock and he knew that at some point, he would be fucking me?in my mouth.

I did eventually have my orgasm.  Later, after we both settled down, Steve
asked if he could fuck me.

?Fuck me?  You mean like in the butt??

?Yeah? he said.  ?It?ll be fun.  I want you to cum.?

?No, I don?t want to do that? I said.

?Ok, I won?t put it in, but let me try something?, Steve offered.

So he told me to get on the bed on my hands and knees and put my ass in the
air.  I complied feeling vulnerable and unsure.  He came up behind me and
rested his, again, hard cock in the crack of my ass.  He applied lotion to
me and my open ass crack.  He started to glide his cock back and forth,
slowly at first.  He knew he found the right spot when I moaned and arched
my back further.  He was right on top of my asshole and gliding his cock
along my backside trying to find a rhythm.  I was rocking my butt in
strokes opposite his cock.  And then he did it.  He reached underneath me
and grabbed my cock.  That was about all it took.  A few quick pulls on my
shaft and I was done.  I growled into the pillow as I could feel it coming.
Feel myself cumming.  I sprayed a stream of cum onto the bed sheets so hard
that you could hear it hit the fabric.  I was cumming so wildly that I
raised-up off my hands while Steve continued to pump me, his dick still
wedged in between my cheeks, while I continued to shoot stream after stream
of my cum around the bedroom and furniture.

I stopped cumming eventually and we hurried to clean up and shower.  We
didn?t shower together that night because his parents were home.  That
would have to wait for another time.  We did mess around a little more
before falling asleep together.  Maybe the role play scenario made it
easier to get things started, but what began as two kids experimenting,
turned into a night of discovery that changed our relationship forever.

It was months before either of us brought up the subject of what happened
that night.  There seemed to be an awkwardness that neither one of us
wanted to confront.  But the next time I slept over at Steve?s house,
neither of us was caught by surprise and we both knew what to do.


Please send comments or share similar experiences with me at
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