I was in the eighth grade and was on a trip to Italy with a group of other boys and girls my age, and a teacher as chaperone (she brought her family as well, as it was some sort of deal).
My friend Matt and I, had a long history together, camp, school, family friends. We had always talked about sex and stuff but never really did anything major until our first night in Italy.
We were rooming together and decided to give each other massages. I remember giving him his massage more than getting one, not because his massage was no good, but because I was so into my massage.
Matt was on his stomach and I sat on his butt with our boxers on. Slowly massaging his shoulders and back and middle back and moving my butt down to the back of his thighs as I moved down. I remember pulling his boxers down a bunch to massage his butt cheeks. I massaged his legs and thighs for a while and moved my hands all the way under his boxers touching his balls and asshole and feeling him spread his legs begging for more. At this point I could feel how hard he was by touching and tickling the area between his ass and balls. I got between both of his legs and lay on my belly with my hands out and under his hips, massaging. He raised his hips and I began to massage his balls and dick and rub him all over. I stroked his dick and gently rubbed my fingers over the crack of his ass and touched my finger to his asshole.
We gave each other massages all week long and then throughout many years later. I spoke with him today and all I could think about was giving and getting a massage with him as soon as possible.