Picture it, 1978 in Los Angeles, California. Roller skating to disco music and bowling are at the top of a very short list of activities for a pair of 14 year old guys who are no longer little boy's and not quite men, so we thought. The night ended at the roller rink without any girls asking either of us to skate the last 'slow song' where actual physical contact is not only required, but expected.
I was releaved. I was spending the night at Tommy's house (not his real name)and we chatted about the girls, their super short shorts and tube tops. As the conversation continued, our erections became very noticable yet neither of us wanted to be the first to comment on the current state of our very hard and throbbing penis'. It was as if there where two big purple elephants sitting in the middle of the room, but neither of us took notice. That moment was so intense that If you listened closley, you would have heard the pounding heart beats of the two most excited and extreamly horny boys within the city limits of Los Angeles, if not the world.
At that point in my life, I had been masturbating through the previous two school years, however orgasm where a new and exciting addition to my young life that had arrived only a few months before this night. I fully admit that at that very moment, I wanted nothing more in the world than to see my friends erect penis. And not just that, oh no, I wanted to see him do what I had done alone atleast 50 times before and he knew it. Somewhere deep within me my desire took control, I took in a deep breath, paused for only a second and said 'Look Tommy, neither of us are going to fall asleep until we get these boners to go down and there is only one way that I know of' Tommy smiled from ear to ear, reached under his bed and pulled out the most impressive 'do-it-yourself' sex kit that any boy of 14 could ever have. It was actually an old shoe box that contained a wide varity of cold creams, lotions, oils, and the ever so convenient travel size box of tissue paper.
The air was becoming thick and reaked of teen boy horniness to a magnatude of which I have never felt before or since. The only light in the room was coming from the television and it was more than enough for me to see the most erotic vision I had ever seen. There was Tommy, a guy I had walked to school with everyday since the 6th grade and he was stroking a very impressive,erect penis. There was no more than two or three inches of space between us as we proudly did what had never been done in a group setting before. The squishing sound of two well oiled erections being gently stroked was much like the sound I had become a customed to, but tonight I was hearing it in stereo.
I could feel my orgasm building an knew that I had less than a minute left until blastoff. Then in a tone of voice I had not heard before, Tommy softly said 'are you almost there' and in a similar tone I replied 'I'm ready, just tell me when' within a few seconds I heard the most intimate words that a boy could ever say to his best friend and it was like music to my ears. 'Now, now, here it comes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, are you cumming?' To this very day, more than a quarter of a century later, that very utterance 'I'm cumming, I'm cumming' brings my friend and this very fond memory right back to me as if it where last Saturday night.
We later joked about it and even gave it a name. We call it our 'Saturday Night Fever' and it continued as such on many a Saturday nite throughout the remainder of High School. I have not seen nor have I spoken to my friend since 1992 when our new adult lives, responsibilities and confirmed sexual identities lead us in two very opposite directions. But I can and often do enjoy 'Saturday Night' sex where some unsuspecting sex partner will utter that magical phrase that still plays out like and symphony in my head.
For Tommy, my first true love