Earlier this year, I figured out I was bi-sexual. Among my group of friends there is one guy, Dylan, who is openly gay. He's very cute, and was obviously a little more experienced than I was at the time. So I managed to gain enough confidence to ask him out, and this progressed into a relationship. Because my dad is very homophobic, I kept all this from him, but I knew he had no problem with my guy friends staying over, because I've done this numerous times. I arranged for Dylan to spend the night, and the next morning we would meet some friends at the local skatepark. So finally the day came when he was supposed to stay over, and as we planned, we met at the movies. I sat next to him of course, and grabbed his hand, and he started rubbing his thumb between my palm. 'That feels really good, hehe.' I said, when he started smiling at me. He looked on either side of us, and reached between my legs, 'How about that' he said, and I shuddered and let go of his hand. But then I relaxed and let him do whatever he wanted. He stopped when he saw me jump, and grabbed my hand. We never let go of each others hand through the whole movie.
So then we got back to my house. I sat on my bed, turned on the TV,he lay down and looked me in the eyes 'We don't have to do anything, I mean if you don't want.' he whispered. But I smiled and straddled him, and laughed when he looked surprised. Then I felt his cock growing between my legs, and bit my lip when he closed his eyes. I looked down and unzipped his pants, and reached in for his cock. It was smaller than mine, about six inches, and curved downward, but it felt warm in my hand, and as I touched it he gasped a little and started grinning. He said, with his eyes still closed and a grin still on his face, 'Play with my balls, I like that'. So I started stroking, and focused on his balls, feeling them and the thick hair, and his body shook a little, small shudders every few seconds. But then he said, 'Im gonna cum..Im..gonna....' So I started stroking faster feeling his cock changing shape in my hand, and his body rocked back and forth in the rythym of my hand, and he thrust his hips up and cum shot out in four or five ropes, all over my arm and hand, and some even on his face and chest.
He got up and started cleaning up, grinning at me and saying how good that was. But later that night he returned the favor, which is another story.