Exploring Another Boy's Erection

When I was about 15, I had a sleepover with my cousin who was 13. We’re both boys.

We stayed up late, of course, goofing off and watching TV. When it came time for bed, we slept on pillows and blankets in his basement. We didn’t fall asleep right away, instead engaging in the time-honored tradition of the sleepover pillow talk.

I don’t remember how the subject came up, but we ended up talking about our bodies. Nothing detailed, just about how girls and boys are different. We were starting to doze off and I commented how I had taken my underwear off under the blanket because I liked the freedom.

We said goodnight and we both rolled over.

A minute later, I felt my blanket lifting from the side around my mid section. Very slowly. Very, very slowly. I pretended to already be asleep, but I could tell that my cousin wanted to see if I was telling the truth about being naked under the covers.

He got his look and went back to his pile of pillows and blankets. I stirred and pretended to wake up and asked if I heard a noise or something.

He replied that maybe I had heard him taking off his underwear like I said I had before. I just replied “oh ok” and rolled back over.

This of course got me thinking. Did he want me to peek at him?

I waited a minute, my heartbeat increasing rapidly. I slowly went over to him and lifted his blanket slowly. He was lying on his back. When I got the blanket up high enough, I saw that he had a raging erection. I put the blanket back and got back under my covers, this time on my back.

A minute later, my cousin was lifting my blanket and took a really long look at my now throbbing hardon.

We went back and forth like this for a long while. Pretending to sleep, but taking peeks at each other’s dicks.

I was already a practiced masturbator by then, but I wasn’t sure if he was. When it was his turn to “sleep”, I pulled the blanket all the way off and started rubbing his dick with one finger. It did not take long! His newly matured manhood let out a single squirt of clear-ish cum that shot a few inches up his belly.

He was clearly embarrassed and rolled over quickly, wiping the fresh cum on the blanket below. He grunted a bit like he was pretending to wake up. I quickly got back under my blanket and “fell asleep”.

We had several such sleepovers over the years. Every time, we got more adventurous with each other. I’m straight and married today. He is gay and living it up in the big city. In our adulthood, we never spoke of our teen explorations, but I am sure he remembers it fondly like I do.