First Time With A Boy

John was my best friend from elementary to high school. We were both kind of nerdy, wearing glasses, liking Star Trek, that sort of stuff. I would often go up to his house to hang out, play and have fun. He had a younger brother, David, and sometimes he would hang out with us, but mostly it was just John and me. John and David shared a room and had a bunk bed. David slept on top and John below.

When I started junior high, the hormones started in as well. Through a lot of exploration and strange feelings of arousal, plus the random erections that happened at all hours of the day, I discovered masturbation. At the time I never heard of the word, and I was sure I was the only one who did it. This was not something we talked about at home, and if it was mentioned at school, I was ignorant of it. But I enjoyed doing it. I also enjoyed being completely naked when doing it. It just seemed natural doing it that way. I just lay on my back, and let my imagination and hand take over. I enjoyed the feeling of orgasm, and the sight of sperm shooting out, and the warm feeling on my stomach and chest. I would just lay there for a minute or two after ejaculating enjoying the sensations and smells. Of, course the clean up was not that especially fun. 

A few weeks after my discovery, I was at John's house. We went into his room. David was away with their mom on an errand. Normally, John could not have anyone over when there was no adult present, but since I was so well known by the family, it was okay for me to be there. John told me  to take a look at what he found. He reached under his bed and pilled out a huge stack of Playboy magazines and some nudist magazines. I had never seen such a treasure trove. He said he found them in the trash of a house that was being remodeled.

We poured through the pile. Page after page of naked women. I never before had seen anybody naked, let alone women. We were mesmerized. I felt that familiar throbbing between my legs. I reached in my pants as smoothly as I could to rearrange my erection.  But John noticed. "Do you have a boner?" he asked. I said yes. Then he said that he had one too.

We looked at the magazines some more, and then he asked if I ever masturbated. I asked what that meant was because I never heard that term before. He explained that it meant rubbing your penis. I said yes I did. He said he did too. That was my first realization that I was not the only person who did it. He asked my how I did it. I said that I lay on my back and rub. He said he did it the same way. Then he told me he did it naked. Here I was thinking I was the only one. I said I did it naked too. Then he told me something that sent me over the edge with excitement. John said that sometimes he and David would get naked looking over the magazines and then John would masturbate with David watching, and he described how David would also have an erection.

That was whirling in my mind, when John asked if we could get naked and masturbate together. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Part of me wanted to, part of me didn't. We were silent still looking at the magazines when John suddenly said "I'm going to do it" and he proceeded to take off his shoes.

That was the only encouragement I needed. I also started undressing. Soon shoes, socks, shirts, and jeans were all piled together on the floor in the middle of the room and he and I were standing in our tighty whities on opposite sides of the clothes pile. I could see his bulge in the underwear. I also had a bulge. On some unseen and unheard signal we both took off our underwear and tossed them on the pile. We just stood there totally naked and stared at each other. It was the first time I had seen another boy naked, let alone with an erection. We looked so much alike. Both of us are circumcised, both our penises were about the same size. Our balls looked the same. Both our erections pointed skyward.

He then went to the bed, pushing the magazines out of the way and lay down. He scooted to the side and patted the bed next to him. I lay down next to him. I could feel his skin against my skin. He settled in and began rubbing his penis. I looked at his hand stroking the shaft up and down I realized his technique was the same as mine. Then I started in. The only sounds to be heard were our breathing and of skin being stroked. We would glance at each other every now and then but soon we became absorbed in our own thoughts and feelings. 

Every so often, we would adjust our legs, spreading them out as much as we could in that confined space. Our feet and toes would touch and rub, which made the sensation even better.

Then our breathing changed, our toes would flex, our legs would twitch . Then John held his breath, arched his back then then he came. I had never seen another boy ejaculate. Streams of sperm shot out from  the tip of his penis and onto his chest. Three or four bursts one right after the other. Then his rubbing slowed as he continued to stream sperm onto his stomach.

As this was going on, it was now my turn. I could feel the orgasm build. I'm sure I also flexed my toes, straightened out my legs, arched my back and held my breath. Then I, too, ejaculated sperm. I could see the whitish fluid arch onto my chest. I had another three or so spurts just like it. Then, just like John, I just stroked until all sperm was out.

We both just lay the quietly. Then we both got up and one elbow and looked over our bodies. Both of us had a white liquid ribbon going up the middle of our chests, almost to the collar bone, as well as a pool of sperm on our stomachs below the belly button.

In the enclosed space of the bunk bed, there was the unmistakable smell of our sperm. Our penises were now softening. Reaching behind on the table next to the bed , John pulled out a box of tissues and we stated cleaning up. Once we got most of it cleaned up, we went into the bathroom, to flush the tissues and wipe down our chests and stomachs with a wet washcloth.

Still naked, we headed into the kitchen to get a snack and something to drink . We both sat at the breakfast bar, on the bar stools. We sat so that we could see each other's now limp penises. After our refreshment, we just sat and talked about what happened.  We talked about what it was like and what it felt like. We talked about our sperm and how it shot out of our penises and onto our chests.

After a few minutes we knew that John's mom and David would be returning. We went back to the bedroom and got our clothes. Still not wanting everything to end, we took our clothes into the living room and just stayed naked until the last possible minute. We finally got dressed and turned on the TV  just as the car pulled into the driveway.

That was a day that has stayed in my memory all these years.