This is the first of many stories about my friend and me.
I miss him!!!
I masturbate all the time and have ever since I was young. This is my story about the first time with another boy.
My first sexual experiences started with a friend when we were both about 12. Both of our families were in the same church. I remember the day he first approached me about it. We started going to his house after school a lot. Since both his parents worked, we usually were alone for two or three hours.
One day after school, we were at his house watching TV in their back den. Out of the blue, he turned to me and told me that he and his cousin played boyfriend/girlfriend a couple of times and it was really fun. Then he asked me if I wanted to try it with him.
I didn't know how to react and I remember saying that he and his cousin were fags. That didn't seem to faze him at all because he kept on telling me about it and telling me it would be fun to do. At this age, I was already secretly masturbating at home and had with some crazy fantasies, so I already had a sex drive. After a few minutes, my sex drive took over because I told him I would try it with him. He smiled and said for me to sit down next to him on the couch.
I sat down next to him and stared at the TV because I was so nervous I didn't know what to do. He turned the channel to a soap opera so we could look at the hot girls.
After a couple of minutes, he reached over and held my hand. My heart started racing harder at the feel of his hand holding mine. After a few more minutes, he slowly let go of my hand and started running his hand up my thigh. I sat there with my hands at my sides feeling electricity move through me as his hand started moving closer to the crotch of my pants. He rubbed up and down my thigh a few times and then slowly moved his hand and placed it right front of my pants. He moved his hand and fingers and massaged my dick through the outside of my pants. My semi-hard dick became instantly hard as he did this. It felt so good!
He rubbed me like that for a while as I sat there. He then reached down and took my right hand and placed it on the front of his pants. I felt stupid that I hadn't thought of doing it before he prompted me to, but I didn't quite know what to do.
I couldn't believe it when my hand touched the front of his pants. His dick was already so hard. Since he had already had some experience with this, I'm sure he was hard with anticipation of what he wanted to do with me.
We continued rubbing each other like that for a while as we watched the pretty girls in the soap opera. Then he stopped what he was doing and slowly moved his hand up and unbuttoned my pants. He then undid the front of my pants and pulled it open exposing my hard on in my underwear. He started rubbing me again on the outside of my underwear. I was shaking because he was now one layer away. I then remembered to do the same to him.
I unbuttoned his pants and started rubbing him, also through his underwear. It was such a turn on! He was wearing boxers so I could feel him so well through the thin material. Then, his hand went inside my underwear and over my dick. He began feeling around. Feeling my dick, my balls and between my legs. The feeling of him bare-hand on my bare dick was so good. I began doing the same to him. After a few minutes, he stopped with almost a bit of frustration. He stood up and pulled his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles. Then he reached over and did the same to me. Now our dicks were free.
I looked down at his cock. He was perfectly hard. I love the look of his cock. The sight of both our bodies like that next to each other was hot. He reached over and grabbed my dick with his hand and started slowly pumping up and down. At that point I was hooked. I would have done anything it felt so good. I grabbed his cock and started pumping. His hard dick felt good in my hand. It was so different to feel another boy's dick. It turned me on feeling him move and hearing him breath, knowing I was making him feel good.
We sat on the couch next to each other and stroked each other's dicks for a long time. Every once in a while, his hand would wonder to my balls and between my legs or slide over my stomach.
If I remember right, we didn't cum together that first day. I walked home still turned on about what had happened. I went into the bathroom and stroked myself until I came.
That was the beginning of a very long relationship with him. I plan on writing about a lot of the things we did together. (dressing up..roleplaying..etc) We both come from very religious families and we would have been in so much trouble if anyone found out what we were doing. That was part of the fun though.
I miss those times so much. We are now both married, but I know he has to be still addicted to the feelings like I am. It would be so great if he was reading this right now. I would love to know how he feels. 'W', if you are there, let me know.