I remember these chain of events like they were only yesterday. These were my first and only gay experiences, and although I loved them, I no longer feel the need to have them.
It was the summer before the ninth grade. My best friend, Jason, and I were both 14. I was about 5'7', slender but athletic. Jason was about two inches shorter than me, and about 30 pounds less, so he had a much smaller frame (that just made me want him so much more). Me and him had been friends since the sixth grade but had never seen each other naked. That weekend, it was all about to change.
Jason called me saying his parents would be gone for three days on a little trip to Georgia (We live in FL), and they gave him permission to have a friend over. I got my parents to agree to it and I was dropped off ready to have a ball (no pun intended).
When I got there, Jason suggested we go swimming. I looked in my bag to find out that unfortunately I had forgotten my bathing suit. Jason felt bad, and him being so skinny, none of his bathing suits would fit me. He came up with the suggestion of us just skinny dipping. He said the water was warm, so it wouldn't make our dicks shrink in front of each other. When he said this I immediately started to get an erection that he noticed. He asked me if I was a little excited, I replied that I had just never seen another naked boy or been seen by one. He began to strip and he said not to worry, he was the same way. When he popped his tight white briefs off a slim five inch erection stood in attention.
I asked him if he was a little excited, and he admitted that every time I slept over, he would masturbate me when I was sleeping (We always slept in the same bed), but I never ended up cumming. This got me so excited, I asked him if I could return the favor, and he happily agreed. At this point Jason sat down on his bed comletely nude with his legs spread wide open, and I knelt in between them, just marveling at how much I am going to enjoy jacking his smaller cock. I grabbed it with soft hands and began slowly caressing it until he gave out a few moans. Then I began to rub it around the base of his head and his head enlarged and twitched. I knew he was going to blow about a minute after I started playing, so I began to rub his tight scrotum until he starting humping my hand, and I just put my hand where he was humping and I let him put his hands on my enclosed fist and I pumped his cock with him gripping me tightly.
I could feel after about 40 seconds of this that he was about to blow, so I pulled his penis as far back as I could and let him shoot his warm cum right into my face.
Incidences like this happened about three or four more times when I was at his house for those three days. We never did anything since then, but I am really glad that we did do something when we both had the urge and the opportunity.