Oh yes, I remember it well
Summer, 1965, he and I were watching some road workers, and we got to chatting, and found that we had a lot of the same interest. His name was John, and he was a year older then me. As we got to know each other the next few weeks, we became really good friends. One day we were in his room, and he was turned away from me, when he asked me if I wanted to have some fun.
Not knowing what he meant, I said sure. He then turned, and pulled down his pants. I knew right away that I wanted his dick, and went for it after pulling down mine. We masturbated outselves that first time, but soon after that, we were doing each other. I felt oh so close to him. Over the years, we masturbated each other a lot, and it did not matter where we were. Under the car, on the roof, or in the woods.
Later we both married, and we never talked about it again. He died at 32, and I sure miss him and the J.O. time that we had together. I still get hard thinking of it ...Chuck.