Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2006 20:15:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: My Brother And His Friends - Chapter One Copyrighted 2006: This story is protected under US copyright law. No part of it may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author grants www.nifty.org and its mirror sites permission to post the story on their websites. DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of homosexual activities. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My Brother And His Friends Chapter One I've always thought of myself as being a straight guy, even though when I was growing up, there were a few boys I experimented with sexually. Something happened recently though, which has made me pause and wonder. Between what my younger brother and his friends did to me, and in particular, one of his friends, and my experimental, albeit gay, sexual activities as I grew up, I'm now seriously wondering if my beliefs about my orientation are correct! Although this story is going to be about what happened between me and my brother and his friends, I guess I'd better give you some background information about myself before I jump into the story. My name's Joe. My first sexual experience with another person happened when I was 12 years old. Me and my, then, best friend Mike, who're the same age, and developed at about the same time, curiously experimented with each other a little. It began with simple mutual masturbation, shortly after we'd both passed through puberty. This continued for a few months, culminating with experimental oral sex one night while we were camping out alone together in a tent in his backyard. Sadly, our close friendship ended after that. * * * Mike and I are both nearly the same age - he's only a few months older than me, we live near each other, and used to have some classes at school together too. We also shared some, although not all, of the same interests. Oh yeah - our parents know each other too. Anyway, it naturally followed that we would gravitate toward one another, which we did, becoming friends around when we were 9 or 10. From the get-go we hung out together a lot - almost daily. In fact, I felt almost like a member of Mike's family, because we spent most of our time at his house. When our friendship ended, it was a double blow to me, because not only did I lose my best friend, but I also lost my second family. Fortunately, as you'll see, it wasn't completely the end of things for us! * * * Almost from the beginning of our friendship, there were times we ended up getting naked in front of each other. Usually it was when we were in either his room, or my room, depending on whose house we were at, and we were changing to go swimming, or back to our clothes afterward. Both our families have pools, and we both loved swimming and goofing around in the pool. The first time we took our clothes off in front of each other, I remember we both shyly looked at each other and giggled a lot. After that though, it didn't seem strange or unusual to either of us to be naked in front of one another. I always took a good look at Mike though, and I noticed his eyes almost always traveled downward when he looked at me too. Neither of us cared, or thought anything of it though, and after a while, I didn't even notice if he was looking at me. And he didn't seem to notice or care if I stared right at his cock and balls either. * * * Once we reached middle school, we ended up in the same gym class, so we also saw each other naked in the locker room when we were showering after class (which was mandatory in our school). I know I got an eyeful of all different dicks, and I noticed that most of the other guys surreptitiously would try to catch glimpses of one another too! None of us had begun puberty yet, so we all still had "little boys'" penises - except for one older boy, who'd flunked 6th grade the year before, and was in our gym class. He had pubic hair already. All the boys tried to look at him when he was nearby. He knew it too, and was proud of his physical maturity. He practically strutted as he went slowly past the rest of us, as if he was showing off, and wanted us to look at - no - worship - his body! Thinking back on that now, it really seems funny! He was such an idiot. Both Mike and I were on the school's intramural wrestling team too. I liked being on the wrestling team, but it would've been more fun if I'd gotten to be in the same weight class as Mike. We never were though. Mike was always a couple of weight classes higher up than I was. He always was, and still is, bigger than me. I'm rather on the short side, which annoys me at times. I'm also skinny, which is OK though. Anyway, while I was a 'feather weight', Mike was a few weight groups heavier. Changing and showering before and after our matches gave us more opportunities to see some other guys naked as well, as we shared the locker room with the opposing school's team too! * * * Although Mike was quite a bit bigger than me, we actually both went through puberty at almost the same time! It surprised me then, and still makes me wonder. I guess maybe puberty is based more on age, rather than on body size. We're both the same age almost, and, even now that we're both almost 19, I'm still a lot smaller than him! Mike's puberty actually did begin a little before mine. He started about two or three months after he turned 12, at the end of the summer, just before we had to go back to school, into 7th grade. One afternoon, while we were changing to go swimming, I noticed that he suddenly had sprouted pubic hair. It had only been a few days since I'd last seen him nude, and I hadn't noticed it then, but I did now. I was kind of shocked by how suddenly - like overnight - he'd started changing. I have to admit though, for a while before I had noticed his cock and balls had been getting larger, but... mine seemed a little bigger too, so I didn't really think much of it. Anyway, when I saw the Mike had hair, I was a little jealous, because I still didn't have any. At the time, he smirked at me a little when he realized what I was thinking. He was nice about it though, and thankfully didn't make fun of me. He just said I'd be getting mine soon too, and that it was probably taking longer because I was smaller than him. Other than my dad, and a couple of the guys in the locker room, I hadn't really ever seen any guys with pubic hair before, so naturally I was curious about Mike's genitals, which suddenly seemed huge, and his bush, which seemed to get thick really fast! I was happy he didn't make fun of me when I stared at him a few times when we were alone together, changing. One time he even grinned and told me to take a good look if I wanted. I remember my face suddenly felt really hot, and I knew I must be bright red, but I couldn't help myself, and while he grinned at me, I leaned over and peered closely at his crotch, which he'd sort of pushed out toward me. All I could think was how HUGE he suddenly looked! I found myself wanting to reach out and take his cock in my hand, but of course I didn't. As I looked at Mike's penis, I noticed it seemed to be twitching slightly. All of a sudden, I realized it was expanding. Mike was getting hard! He obviously realized too, because just as I started to smile because of it, he suddenly blushed too and turned away and said that was enough. Then he quickly bent over to pull on his swim suit. When he did, I got an extra added bonus. His ass cheeks parted, and momentarily I had a great glimpse of his pink, puckered, asshole! When he straightened up and turned around, his face was bright red, and there was a distinct pointy bulge in his crotch as well. I just smiled and pulled my own swim suit on and up over my own much smaller and still bald, but also burgeoning penis. Mike finally smiled a minute later he saw the little point in the front of my trunks, which was the result of my still juvenile erection. * * * From that day forward, I anxiously waited for my own pubic hair to begin to grow in. Thank God, only a couple months later, just after I turned 12 too, I began to notice dark hairs sprouting around the base of my penis too. I was ecstatic! A couple weeks later, I was sleeping over at Mike's house, and when we got ready for bed (we both wore pajamas yet then), he noticed my new hair as we changed, and commented on it. Grinning, I proudly pushed my hips forward, like he had done for me a few weeks earlier, displaying my new sign of manhood for him to inspect. He just grinned and chuckled. I was surprised that he didn't make a bigger deal about it, like I had about his! I expect that since he had his own hair already, it didn't seem as big a deal anymore. It was to me though! As we finished dressing, Mike said, "So... have you had a wet dream yet?" I knew what wet dreams were, because we'd learned about them at school. Also, my father had pulled me aside a few months earlier and told me I was going to start having them anytime soon. I hadn't had one yet that I was aware of though. When I told Mike I hadn't, he smiled and blushed a little, and said, "I have!" "Really?" I said, surprised. Then somewhat eagerly I asked. "What's it like?" Mike blushed a little, and I noticed the crotch of his pajama bottoms was starting to stick out a little. I felt my own penis beginning to stiffen too. "Well... they're really kinda messy," He said, grinning. "But... they feel real good too!" "I wish I'd have one!" I said. "You will. Soon too - cause you're growin' hair now!" he said, smiling. I grinned, but hoped he wouldn't look down and see my bulge. I was almost completely erect, and had quite the tent in my pants. "So... is it really a dream about sex? And then you squirt sperm out your dick?" I asked. Normally I would've been embarrassed to ask something like that, but I was trying to keep his attention on anything but my engorged crotch. Mike grinned and nodded. "So... what'd you dream about?" I asked. Mike blushed a little but said "um... well... I know this girl, and we've seen each other naked before. Anyway, last night I dreamt I was sticking it inside her cunt. It felt really nice going into her. As I kept on dreaming about it, suddenly everything felt great, and then I woke up and was all wet and sticky under my belly." "You've seen a girl naked before?" I asked, surprised. Mike had never told me that before. "Well... we were younger when I saw her," he said, blushing darker. "She wanted to see what I looked like down there, and asked me to show her, So I did, but I made her pull her pants down too. I remember when she first pulled them down, I thought it looked like a small butt really." I laughed realizing he was talking about playing "show and tell" with a little girl, when he was just a boy. I'd thought he had meant he'd seen a naked girl just recently! I told him that, and still chuckling, told him that I'd "played doctor" with a girl cousin of mine once when we were about 8 too. He blushed a little darker, but grinned. "Did she let you touch her?" he asked. "Um... yeah," I said. She'd actually let me rub my fingertips over her vagina, which I'd done lightly. If I'd known then what I know now, I'd have actually pushed my finger down between her lips. But I didn't. Curious I asked, "Did you get to touch it too?" "Yeah!" Mike said. "She even spread her legs apart and held herself open, and showed me where to rub to make it feel good. Then she let me put my finger in there and rub her!" "OH MY GOD!" I said, grinning incredulously, as my penis nearly did a back flip. Mike grinned and said, "It was pretty awesome! After a few seconds, She started jerking around, and I could tell it felt good - probably like when we play with our dicks!" "Shit!" I said, feeling my dick stiffen up incredibly hard, and then soften slightly as it relaxed again. I sure wished I'd had a chance to do that! "Did you let her touch you too?" "Sure," Mike said, grinning, still red. "Did you get hard?" I asked. "I got a Semi," he said. "She touched my dick, and my balls too, and I started boning. But then, suddenly we heard someone coming and had to stop and get dressed." "Too bad!" I said. "Did you get to do it with her again later?" "Naaa... they live somewhere else and they haven't visited us since, and we haven't gone there either! Did you let your cousin touch your's?" he asked. "Actually, I never pulled my pants down - I was the 'doctor' and didn't have to. She was the patient!" I said, grinning. "Guess you missed out on a good 'feel'!" Mike said, grinning. "Well... back then, I was young. I didn't know any better," I said, realizing I had just admitted to being incredibly stupid at the time. Hoping to change the subject I said, "Anyway... tell me more about your wet dream! How messy is it? How much comes out? Do they really feel that good?" Mike laughed and said, "Well, they really do feel great! Enough so you don't mind going to bed nights! Not that much comes out really though, but you do get your pajamas wet. You get a few wet spots that feel kinda like when you think you're finished peeing and put your dick back too soon, but then squirt some more pee in your pants. But, it's kinda gooey actually - not just wet." "Ew!!! You're not gonna do that tonight while I'm sleepin' with you are you?" I asked, worried he might get it on me too! Mike turned red and said, "No!" He looked a little confused though, which didn't make me feel any better! As it turned out, if he had one, I never knew, because after we finally turned out the lights, sometime after 3:00, I fell asleep and never woke up til 9:00, and he was awake already. I noticed he had the same PJ pants on though, and they were dry, so I guess he really didn't have one! * * * A few weeks later, Thanksgiving was coming. I still hadn't started having wet dreams, and I was beginning to worry that maybe I wouldn't! A couple nights before the actual holiday, as I lay awake, waiting to fall asleep, I pondered the whole thing. I wondered if there was anything I needed to do to start having wet dreams. As I thought about it, images of Mike, naked, passed through my mind. I also began thinking about my little cousin, and how she'd let me touch her vagina. As I thought about it, I remembered what Mike had said about the girl who stripped for him spreading her legs and opening her vaginal lips up and letting him touch inside her. Suddenly my dick was a throbbing rod of meat! Instinctively my hand reached down into my PJ's and wrapped around it and squeezed gently shut. As I lay fondling myself, thinking about what it probably would've been like if I'd just thought to press my finger down into the crease between my cousin's cunt lips, I wished I hadn't been so in the dark about sex, so as to not know to do that! With thoughts of what it must be like to touch a girl inside her privates, and what my cousin had looked like, and what Mike looked like, all swirling around inside my head, I must've fallen asleep. Next thing I knew, I woke up suddenly. I'd been having a dream where I was lying on top of someone who was lying face down on the bed. We were both naked, and I was moving my hips up and down, rubbing my dick back and forth against their ass crack! It felt really GREAT! Better than I ever remembered it feeling when I played with my dick with my hand. As I became more awake, I realized I was humping the mattress, but if felt fantastic, so I kept going. Within seconds I felt like I was going to have my orgasm, and it felt REALLY GREAT! I started humping the mattress even faster and harder, and all of a sudden, I climaxed! Instead of my usual spasms of pleasure though, I suddenly realized I was squirting something out the end of my dick! I was shocked! But it felt fantastic, so I kept on going, and as I rubbed the underside of my penis back and forth on the bed, more goo squirted out of me, wetting my PJ's. After a few seconds, my orgasm ended, and I stopped moving and laid still, breathing heavily, basking in the knowledge that I'd just had my very first wet dream! Laying there in the dark, my pelvis resting in the mess I'd made, which was quickly cooling off, and getting uncomfortable, I couldn't help grinning deliriously to myself. I was a man - finally! After a minute, I suddenly realized I'd just squirted my first sperm, and I'd never seen sperm before, so I got up and turned on the light and took off my pajama bottoms and peered inside them at the little bits of whitish goo that was still on them. I still remember thinking there should've been more, but then I realized it probably had soaked into the fabric of my pajamas already. Since they were a gooey mess, I wiped myself off with them and threw them in my hamper and got out a clean pair. I went back to bed then and slept wonderfully. When I went down to breakfast the next morning, my parents looked at me strangely, then my mother smiled and winked at my father - who suddenly started grinning. I didn't realize then, but they must've seen I had different pajama bottoms on than I'd had on when I'd come downstairs to say good night to them the night before, and they deduced I'd started having my nocturnal emissions! * * * I was disappointed when I didn't have another wet dream the next night, or the night after that, but on the third night, I did, and it was good too! Again, I ripped off my PJs and examined my semen, then put on fresh ones and went back to bed. * * * I was a little nervous the next night, because I was going to sleep over a Mike's! I didn't want to have a wet dream that night, while I was sleeping in his bed with him! * * * When we finally went up to Mike's room that night, he seemed to sense my nervousness, which had been building all night. "What's the matter with you? It's like you're freaking out!" he said after a while. I felt myself blushing, as I looked at him and lied, saying I was fine. "Bull!" he said, looking pointedly at me. I didn't want to tell him why I was so nervous, but I couldn't come up with a cover story, so, I finally said, "I started having my wet dreams last week, and ... well... I'm worried I'll have one tonight!" Mike grinned widely and said, "That's GREAT! I told ya you'd start soon!" "Yeah," I said, smiling. "But... how come you never worry about having one when we're sleeping together?" Mike continued grinning, as if he couldn't stop, but suddenly turned red-faced as well. "What?" I asked. "Well..." He said. "I kind of don't have them anymore." "What?" I asked, confused. "What do you mean? They stop after a while?" "No," he said, his smile fading as he hesitated and looked a little embarrassed. "Well? What are you saying?" I asked, baffled. "There's something you can do that makes you not have wet dreams anymore," he said. "What?" I asked, surprised. "Well.. you know if you play with your dick when it's hard, how it feels good?" he asked. "Yeah," I said, cautiously. I didn't want to admit to being a perve and playing with my dick all the time, even though I did. "Well... did you ever play with it until you suddenly felt like you exploded?" he asked. "Um... yeah," I said, turing red. "My dad says that's called an orgasm. It's what happens when you fuck a girl too." Actually, most times I played with my penis, I kept going until I had an orgasm. "Yeah! That's what my dad says too," he said, sounding a little relieved. Then he asked, "Well... have you done that since you started having wet dreams?" I thought a moment, but realized, while I had fondled myself a little, I hadn't actually properly "worked on" myself since before my first wet dream. "Uh, no," I admitted. "Well... I have," Mike said. "And when I do, if I have an orgasm, I squirt my sperm! And, if I do often enough, I don't have wet dreams anymore!" I don't know why, but I was surprised to hear this. "So - if I did that too, I'd squirt sperm, and stop having the wet dreams too?" I asked. "I guess," he said. "Um... Dad says that's how it is for most guys." "You asked your father about it?" I asked, flabbergasted. I'd never have been able to ask my father something like that! "Well... not really," he said. "Um... mom noticed all my pajama bottoms in the laundry when I started having my dreams, but then, when I stopped having them, I didn't have so many in the laundry anymore, she told dad. He talked to me then - to make sure everything was OK. He asked me right out if I was jerking off. He said it's OK - cause all guys do it. Well, I told him I was. He asked if I was having orgasms, and I said I was. He said it was OK, and to have fun, and that that's why I wasn't having wet dreams anymore." "Wow!" I said. Then, I had a thought. Before he could say anything I said, "So, how often do you do it, so you don't have the dreams anymore?" Mike went bright red then, and didn't say anything. "Oh come on!" I said. "We talk about everything! How often do you do it?" "More than you I guess," he said, after a minute, and smirked a little. Although my face felt hot again, I couldn't help smiling. I said, "Well... I usually do it more often than I have lately... I just haven't had the time to do it more! So come on! How much do you do it?" Mike smiled a little foolishly then and shyly said, "um... 2 or 3 times a day, maybe 4 sometimes." I grinned and said, "Sounds like me!" "Really?" he asked, grinning, and looking relieved. "Yeah," I said, grinning myself. "I didn't realize I'd squirt my stuff now though!" "Well, you do, and it feels great!" Mike said. "Better than before when you couldn't!" "I can't wait to try it!" I said, grinning. Mike's eyes grew bigger, and his grin widened. "NO!" I cried. "I didn't mean now!" I laughed then too. After a minute, after our laughter had died down, we both looked at each other smiling kind of stupidly. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a bulge in the crotch of Mike's PJ's. A couple times, it pulsed bigger, then returned to normal. Naturally, my eyes were drawn downward for a moment. Mike obviously had a full blown erection. When I looked back up at him, I saw that not only had he noticed me looking at his crotch, but that he'd been looking at mine too, and I too had a raging boner! Both of us smiled stupidly at each other and blushed still deeper red. "It's OK," he said. "I knew what you meant." "Obviously you feel the same way!" I said, smirking and blushing deeper. Mike blushed deeper too, but nodded. Neither of us knew what to say then, and just sat looking at each other, smiling uncomfortably, and trying not to glance too obviously at each other's bulging crotches. I noticed as we sat there, that Mike was breathing more deeply, and faster than usual. I felt my own heart racing too! It was obvious he wanted to jerk off just as much as I wanted to! Finally, I gathered up my courage and said, "Um... I think I gotta go pee!" "You can't!" Mike said. "Mom's taking a bath, I can hear her, and the other bathroom is closed. Dad's putting in a new floor." "Damn!" I said. Then as a cover I added, "I really gotta go!" "Bull!" Mike said, smirking. "I know you just wanta go jack off!" I blushed deeply, but then nodded at his crotch and said, "no more than you do too!" Mike blushed deeper then, but grinned as well. I grinned back at him. We sat there for another minute, grinning stupidly at each other. Suddenly Mike said, "This is really stupid! We see each other naked all the time! And we both want the same thing! Why don't we just do it and get it over with?" I was truly surprised by his suggestion. I had wanted to suggest the same thing, but never thought he'd go along with it! His expression became apprehensive as he looked at me for my reaction though. "Um... you mean - together? In front of each other?" I asked. I was still a little uncertain that he really meant it. Slowly he nodded. "Really?" I asked, still suprised. "Well... why not?" he asked, looking desperately at me. I felt a smile creeping across my face. As I looked at Mike I shrugged and said, "Um... I guess it'd be OK." Mike grinned with relief then. We both looked at each other uncertainly, each blushing a bit redder again then. "This is rediculous!" Mike said, suddenly. He stood up, pulled his T-shirt off over his head, then pushed his PJs down over his hips, and let them drop to the floor in a pile around his feet. As he did, his penis, which was fully erect, popped into view. It was pointing right at me, and it looked huge! I'd never seen him with a full hardon before, and I couldn't believe how big he was. "Well?" he asked, as he kicked his pajama bottoms away, and I sat there just gawking at him. "Um..." I said, slowly standing up. "I'm not quite as big as you are." As I pulled off my T-shirt, he gave me a smile like a man might give a boy and said, "well, I kinda figured that. You're smaller than me all over!" "Jerk!" I said. He chuckled, and I couldn't help smiling, as I hooked my thumbs in my waist band. I pushed my PJ pants down then and let them drop to the floor, and stood there facing him, with my hardon pointing at his thighs. As I too kicked my PJs aside, Mike grinned and said, "You're not so small, so stop worrying!" I couldn't help smiling myself then. We stood looking at each other a minute, then he said, "um... mind if I touch it?" "Go ahead," I said, surprised. I was happy he'd asked though, cause I really wanted to touch him too! As Mike's hand suddenly wrapped around my stiff shaft, an electrical thrill surged through me! "Nice!" he said, softly, as he grasped me a little more firmly. "Awwmmm.." I half gasped, half exclaimed, as he began pumping his hand slowly back and forth, jacking me off. He smiled at my reaction, but looked a little nervous yet. He relaxed a moment later, smiled a little more broadly, and breathed in deeply when I reached down and wrapped my hand around his piece of meat, which felt massive to me, and began gently pumping him too. "Feels good!" he said, smiling at me after a few seconds during which we both just stared into each other's eyes, as we masturbated one another. "Yeah," I agreed, smiling back. "So... wanta just keep doing each other then?" he asked, still sounding a little nervous. "Sure!" I said, smiling. Mike smiled again and seemed to relax. We were both quiet then, and just looked at each other, as our hands moved back and forth on each other's dicks. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have someone else touching me, and doing that to me! Mike looked like he felt the same way. After a minute, I felt Mike's hand beginning to move a little faster. I started pumping his cock faster as well. He smiled slightly, and I smiled back at him. His nostrils were opening wide and closing, then opening, and closing as he breathed deeply in and out. Occasionally I felt his penis stiffen harder than usual for a second or two, then soften back to its normal stiffness. My own dick flexed a few times too. I soon began to feel like I did, when my orgasm wasn't far off. I think Mike realized, because he started jerking me off even faster. He opened his mouth suddenly and began breathing more strongly. His hips began to wiggle back and forth a little, as if he was trying to fuck my hand. "I'm gonna cum Joey!" he gasped. "Don't stop! Keep doing me til I tell you to stop!" "OK," I said, as he pumped my cock even faster. I began pumping Mike's dick harder and faster then too, as his body tensed up and his face and upper torso tinged red. I noticed a slight sweat had broken out on Mike's forehead, and his dick began flexing more often. Suddenly, Mike tensed up really stiff, and then he groaned and let out his breath, and I felt something pass under my fingertips, through the vein that ran along under his cock. Looking down, I saw a glob of shiny clear fluid with white streaks in it spurt from the tip of his dick, and arc down onto the hardwood floor. I grinned realizing I'd made Mike cum! My hand kept flying up and down Mike's organ, and every second or so, his face contorted a little, he stiffened up, moaned, and then blasted more semen all over the floor. At the same time, he kept on pumping my cock as well, and because it felt so good, and I could see how great he was feeling, I began to feel like I did whenever I played with my own dick. After a few seconds, Mike's orgasm ended, and he told me I could stop. When I did, he surprised me by spinning around to face my left side, then he let go of my dick for a second, and turned his hand and picked it up again, so he was in the classic handhold to jack off. He began beating me off again. It felt even better because of the switch in hand holds. Shortly, the euphoria I'd felt building inside me, began to build up again. Mike could tell I was getting excited and he began pumping me harder. At the same time he cupped my scrotum in his other hand and began gently fondling my balls. I couldn't believe how sensual that felt, and immediately I began to feel my orgasm approaching even more quickly. Since I'd never jacked off to completion since starting to produce cum, I didn't know exactly what to expect, I just knew I felt like I was going to explode really soon. Mike's hand began to move faster on my rod. And his other hand gently rubbed my testicles, which had pulled up close to my body. All of a sudden it felt like I was going to both explode, and start pissing! At the same time, as I tried to hold both off, my body stiffened up. "AAwwww!!!!" I gasped, as I felt my entire body spasm! Simultaneously, a gush of fluid shot through my urethra, and blew out my dick. "MMmmmmm..." I moaned a second later, as Mike continued massaging my cock, and gently fondling my balls, and another rush of semen passed through me. I couldn't believe how fantastic it felt! Mike worked on me, and I jerked about and moaned with joy for another few seconds, until my spasms finally ended. "Ew!" Mike said, grinning and making a face when he finally took his hand away from me. There was a glob of my cum on his hand, right near the knuckle of his index finger. I chuckled slightly, as I stood weak-kneed, grinning incredulously at him, unable to comprehend how fantastic my orgasm had been. He grinned at me and said, "So how'd your first real cum feel?" As he reached for a Kleenex to wipe my semen off his hand with, I grinned at him and told him it was fantastic! * * * We jerked each other off two more times that night, and once the next morning before I left. Rather than standing up and doing each other though, we laid down on Mike's bed next to each other and stroked each other off. Our cum landed on our bellies then, rather than the floor, and it was easier to clean up. It was actually more comfortable too! From that night on, Mike and I jacked off together whenever we were able to get together for a few minutes alone in one of our rooms, in his basement, or out in my garage. I haven't had another wet dream since, either! Usually when we got together to jack off, we'd do each other, although sometimes we just did ourselves. After about a month, Mike introduced me to jerking off using lotion for lubricant, and I couldn't believe how much more awesome it felt! I also couldn't believe it was Mike's dad who quietly suggested it to him one day! I couldn't help wishing that I was Mike's brother and his dad was my dad too. My dad never talked to me about things like that! Mike's dad was so cool! As time went by, our jacking off together progressed. I'd started swiping a Penthouse or Hustler magazine from my dad's collection every so often, for me and Mike to share. And Mike swiped bottles of his mother's hand lotion... although I often wondered if maybe his dad didn't just buy extra and leave them in the hall closet for Mike! He must've thought his kid did nothing but jack off all the time, because I used about half the lotion myself I expect! For a while, life was good! * * * Eventually, a few months after we started jacking off together, during the following summer, we began camping out together in tents in our backyards. It was during one of these overnights at the end of the season when things changed forever for us. At first it seemed like it was going to be good, but ultimately, it really wasn't. We'd camped out several times over the summer, and had had a blast each time. Of course we jacked each other off a couple times each time as well. That was great, but, shortly after school started, I found out with another friend that there was more to sex, than masturbation! It was what I learned from him that brought about what happened that October weekend Mike and I camped out. * * * This other guy's name is Steven. He was in my science class. He was a tall, thin, particularly pale - almost sickly looking, boy with nearly black hair. He was extremely quiet, and didn't seem to have many friends. He lived on the other side of town from us, so I didn't really know him. The third week of school, we were assigned to break into pairs and do a research project on none other than reproduction in various animals. I ended up being paired up with Steven, and we were assigned the sea sponge! Well, Steven asked me if I wanted to come over and work on the paper at his house. I'd agreed, and my mother dropped me off one day after school. Nobody was home at the time, except Steven. Since we didn't know each other too well, we got right to work. Shortly after we started we were both surprised to find that sponges reproduce asexually - in otherwords, without having sex with a partner! Well... both of us found this a little funny, and we started to snicker, as we apparently both thought about it. "Think they're he/she's?" Steven asked, grinning. "I'd like to see how they stick their dick in themselves," I said, giggling. "Yeah - must hurt if they have to bend it like that when it's hard!" he said. One comment led to another about how a sponge would screw itself, and we were soon both laughing. "Must be boring if they never have sex with anyone else," I said. "Yeah," Steven said, "Poor guy never'll feel what a blow job is like!" Something about the way Steven said that, led me to think he had had a blow job, and knew what it felt like, which surprised me. "You've had a blow job before?" I asked. "Of course!" he said. "I -" He cut off then and turned beet red. "Really? What's it like?" I asked, incredulously. He looked frantic for a moment, then suddenly turned redder, but relaxed a little and said, "Um... it's real nice!" "Who did it to you?" I asked, still incredulously. "Um... I don't think it'd be right to say," He said, still red. "Well... OK, but... well did you get off? Did they swallow it?" I asked Still red-faced, he grinned and nodded. "Damn!" I cried. "I so wish I could get a blow job once!" Steven snickered and said, "Well, you could self-suck yourself! I bet that's what sponges do!" I laughed, but as I looked at Steven, he looked a little too serious. "Wait a minute - is that how you got a blow job? You self-suck?" I asked. Steven blew it then. I don't think he realized I'd catch on, because he didn't have a comeback planned, and hesitated way too long, and just turned redder. "Holy shit! You do!" I said, incredulously. When I realized he was close to tears, I said, "Hey - um... it's OK - really! Um... I mean, I never tried to do it. I'm not even sure I could, but... damn!! You must have a long dick to get it in your mouth!" Steven was nearly maroon then. Suddenly it occurred to me - he'd nodded when I asked if he'd gotten off during his blow job, and if they'd swallowed. "So... you did it til you shot your jizz in your mouth?" I asked. "NO!" he cried then, but I could tell he'd finally recovered enough to lie. "Bullshit!" I said, smiling slightly. "You said they swallowed it. Shit man - you suck yourself, and swallow your jizz!" Poor Steven looked miserable. Oddly, I found myself with a massive hardon though. All I could think was how I couldn't wait to get home to try it myself. "It's OK man," I said, trying to keep him from bursting into tears. "Don't sweat it, I won't tell no one!... but... um... could you tell me how you do it?" Steven looked shocked then, and it was my turn to blush profusely. "Why?" he asked. "Are you saying you want to try it?" Blushing redder, I nodded. He studied me for a moment, and I must've looked appropriately embarrassed - I know I felt it - because finally he smiled slightly. "OK," he said. When I saw his smile, I relaxed. "You're serious?" he asked, eyeing me. "Yeah... um... I wanta try it when I get home," I said. He looked carefully at me. Then he said, "I think you should try it now, so I can help you do it right!" "WHAT?" I asked, dumbfounded by his suggestion. "Well... if you do, I'll know you mean it, and won't tell the other kids at school," he said. "Besides, it's not that easy to do." "Well..." I said, thinking quickly. "What're you gonna do? Show me how you do it?" He hesitated, but finally said, "If you try to do it, I'll do it too." I looked at him for a minute, my cock was raging in my pants. "OK," I said. "Show me what to do!" "Well, first we have to get naked," he said. "OK," I said, as my dick flexed. Steven smiled a slight nervous smile, and then started to pull off his T-shirt. I couldn't believe this might really happen, but I decided to go along with whatever Steven decided to do, and see just how far he went. I started to pull my own shirt off too. As I did, he kicked off his sneakers, and reached down to pull his socks off. It was then I noticed the massive bulge in the front of his pants. Immediately my mouth felt dry, like it did whenever Mike and I were getting ready to jerk off together. He waited for me to take off my shoes and socks, then together, we both lowered our jeans. The height of the tent in his boxers amazed me. All I could think was he had to have one fucking long dick! When he finally pulled his boxers down a moment later, I saw I was right. His dick, which was cut, and appeared to be planted in a wad of thick, curly, black hair, stuck straight out from his body, over a low-hanging, scrawny-looking nut sack with a pair of large eggs in it. It was long and thin, and at least 9" long! it was the longest dick I'd ever seen! I couldn't believe it, and was embarrassed by my own organ which was nearly four inches shorter. Steven didn't seem to notice my "shortcoming" though, and in fact, he smiled in what seemed an appreciative way. "So, what do you do? Just bend over and there it is?" I asked. Steven chuckled and said, "Well, I can get the tip of it in my mouth that way, but it's easier to lay on the floor, and roll your legs and hips up over you, like you're doing a reverse sommersault. Then your dick's hanging right over your mouth, and you can just lower your hips til you're able to get some of it in your mouth." "Um... OK, but can you show me how?" I asked. "I guess," he said. Steven got on the floor on his back and gave a heave, and rolled his lower body up over his upper body. When he did, his legs split far enough, and his buttocks stretched out, so I could clearly see his tight pink anal pucker, surrounded sparsely by some dark brown hairs. My dick flexed at the site of it, and I wished I could reach out and touch it. Steven rolled his hips further over and said, "If you'd stop studying my asshole, and look down here, you'd see how I do it!" Blushing deeply, I jerked away and looked down to see he was grinning at me, and the head of his dick was nearly touching his lips. "Holy shit!" I said. "You're almost doing it!" "Watch!" he said. I watched then in awe as he scrunched his body up, and pulled his hips downward some more. He opened his mouth, and the end of his dick disappeared into it. When everything from his ringmeat forward had slid into his mouth, he immediately started sucking on himself. My mouth dropped open in astonishment, as I watched this kid pleasuring himself. A moment later, Steven pulled his hips up and unrolled himself, so that he was lying flat on his back on the floor, with his dick, the top half of which was glistening with his spit, sticking up in the air. "That's it! That's all you have to do," he said. "Now you try it!" He got up and made room on the floor for me. I really didn't want to do it in front of Steven, but, I didn't really have a choice, I'd agreed to, so I got on the floor and imitated what Steven had done. Try as I might though, I couldn't get any of my cock into my mouth - it was too short, and I couldn't roll over that far. "Um... you need to pull your hips down further," He said. "Um... I could help by pushing down on your ass if you want!" I really didn't want him playing with my ass, but, I didn't want him to think I wasn't long enough to reach, and I really wanted to see what it felt like. Before I could reply in the affirmative, I felt Steven's hands press down on my ass - one on each buttocks. "Go ahead and try now!" he said, and he pushed down harder. I pulled and rolled myself up - and to my surprise, the head of my dick touched my lips! By stretching my neck up slightly, I got the whole glans in my mouth. Quickly I licked it, and it felt GREAT! I tried to suck on it for a minute, but my guts began to hurt, and I had to relax and let it pop out of my mouth. Steven let up on my ass then, and I rolled my hips back down to the floor. "Did it work?" he asked, smiling. "Yeah, but only the head got in my mouth, and my gut started to hurt," I said. "I'm not sure this is something I can do alone. If you hadn't pushed down on my ass, it wouldn't have worked at all. But - it did feel good! Damn! I can't wait for my first real blow job!" I grinned. "Me neither!" Steven said, smiling as well. As we looked at each other smiling, I saw a look come over Steven's face. He suddenly looked both very aroused, and extremely embarrassed. It only took me a moment to think of what might cause that reaction. As I thought about it, I felt my cock throb, and I too blushed, and felt hornier than ever. Finally, as we looked at each other, neither knowing what to say, I smiled slightly and shrugged a little. "I suppose..." I said, my voice trailing off. "You mean???..." he asked. "I think so," I said. We looked at each other a moment longer, and finally Steven said, "Well, we've done this much together, I don't suppose it'd be that much more! I smiled slightly, and watched as he tentatively moved in front of me. Incredulously I watched as he knelt directly in front of me. "You have a gorgeous cock!" He said. Then he took it in his hand and slowly lowered his mouth over it. "OH FUCK!" I gasped as Steven's hot, soft, wet mouth enveloped my dick and began sensuously sliding up and down it. I'd never felt such fantastic pleasure! Steven slid his mouth up and down my rod for a few seconds, then stopped and pulled off me. "How was it?" he asked, looking up at me. "Fucking awesome!" I replied, grinning down at him. He smiled nervously back at me and said, "I'll do you some more, but you gotta do me some first!" He stood up then, and looked at me both nervously, and with deep arousal. I hadn't minded trying to suck my own dick, but now that I was faced with having to put someone else's in my mouth, I wasn't sure I wanted to. He had sucked mine though, and said he'd do it again. I really wanted to feel his mouth on me again too. Focusing on the thought he'd suck me off again, if I did him too, I pushed all other thoughts from my mind and squatted down. Steven's hard penis was pointing straight at me, between my eyes. It bobbed up and down slightly as he stood there, and the slit looked slightly moist. Otherwise, it looked clean and dry. Quickly, to get it over with, I raised up slightly, wrappedn my hand around the base of Steven's dick, and directed the head of it at my mouth. I opened my mouth and lowered it over the stiff, throbbing penis. As my tongue slid past Steven's piss slit, I tasted a vague tangy-saltiness. "Ohhh!!!" I heard Steven gasp, as I began sucking up and down the top half of his dick. He was so long, I couldn't take anymore of it in my mouth. As I sucked back and forth on him, I felt Steven's hands appear on my head. He just rested them there, as I bobbed back and forth, and he groaned with pleasure. After a few seconds, which I hoped was the same amount of time he'd sucked on me, I backed off him. "How was it?" I asked. "Fantastic! Do me some more! I promise - I'll do you again too!" he said. I really had hoped he'd do me again, right then, but I figured maybe he'd do me longer if I did him some more, so I lowered my mouth over his cock again, and began sucking. Within a few seconds, as I slid up and down Steven's dick, his hands tightened on my head, and his hips began to pump back and forth a little, as if he was fucking my mouth! Suddenly, Steven groaned, and I felt my mouth flooding with warm, salty, thick liquid. "Fuck! He's cumming in my mouth!" I thought, as I nearly gagged. Before I could think to try and pull off, he blew a second load in my mouth, which was full of his cock and the jism from his first spasm. Not knowing what else to do, I swallowed, so I didn't choke, as he continued fucking me, and pumping still more semen down my throat. Steven spasmed a couple more times, but didn't ejaculate nearly as much cum as his first couple of shots, before his orgasm finally ended. As soon as his hands left my head, I pulled off him, and swallowed the last of his cum. "You didn't tell me you were gonna cum in my mouth!" I complained, looking up at him feeling a mixture of betrayal, anger, and oddly, arousal. As the aftertaste of STeven's semen permeated my mouth, I found it rather interesting, and felt even more aroused. "Sorry," Steven said, looking guilty. "I just thought you knew I meant that. Um... I'll let you cum in my mouth too!" Instantly, my cock flexed violently at the thought of Steven's mouth sliding up and down it, and blowing my own load into his mouth too. "OK," I said, standing up. Steven smiled then and knelt down. Instantly, he wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and cupped my balls with his other one, and then his mouth slid down over my dick and he started sucking on me. It felt even more awesome than it did the first time, a few minutes earlier. I don't even think it took a half minute before I felt my orgasm about to begin. Like Steven did, I put my hands on his head and began fucking his mouth too. He started sucking me more insistently. A moment later, I exploded with joy, and fired what felt like the biggest load of cum I'd ever shot, into Steven's mouth. He gagged slightly, but swallowed quickly, as I reveled in the joy of my release, and blew another river of semen into his mouth. Steven swallowed again, and kept on sucking up and down my rod. I came a couple more times, before my orgasm ended. Steven kept on sucking on me, even afterward, until I gave a final pleasureful shudder, and pushed him off me. "Well?" He asked, looking hopefully up at me. "Fuck, that was great!" I said, grinning. He grinned back at me, as he got up. "Um, I'd like to do it again, but my parents'll be home real soon," he said. "OK," I said, feeling incredibly disappointed. Immediately upon realizing I was disappointed, I felt surprised. I had just had a gay encounter, and I was disappointed that it was over. Did that mean I was gay??? I didn't have time to think about it though, because as we stood there, nude, smiling knowingly at one another, a car pulled into the driveway. It was my mother, who'd come to pick me up. She blew the horn and sat in the driveway with the car running. We both quickly pulled our clothes back on, and ran downstairs. As I ran out the door, I told Steven I'd call him about working on the project some more. He grinned and nodded. I don't know what my mother and I talked about in the car on the way home. I couldn't get over the fact I'd just had my first true sexual encounter with someone else, and how fantastic it had felt. I also couldn't get the fact that it had been with a guy out of my mind, and that as much as I'd enjoyed his blow job, and knew that as a "straight" guy, which is what I thought of myself as, that I shouldn't have liked giving him one at all. In truth, it hadn't been so bad giving him one, and I could still taste the faint flavor of his cum on my lips, and it wasn't bad. I was bothered by this realization about myself. I hadn't ever considered jerking off with Michael, even when we jerked each other off, gay. I just thought of it as self-sex pretty much. It would never seem the same though, not now that I'd had, and enjoyed blow jobs so much. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe Mike would be open to trying it too. Even before we got home, as I fantasized about Mike and me sucking each other off, I was hard as a rock again! * * * For the next couple of days after that, I tried to get Steven to come over, or to have me over, so we could do it again, but he was too busy. So each night, as I lay in bed waiting to fall asleep, I played over and over again in my mind, how Steven and I had ended up sucking each other off. I even tried to self-suck, like he'd shown me, but the best I could do was get into position so that my dick hung down pointing at my mouth. Since he wasn't there to push down on my ass, I couldn't get the head of it into my mouth. Disappointed, I jacked off one night anyway that way and managed to shoot some of my cum into my mouth, but some went up my nose too, which wasn't nice. The flavor of my cum reminded me of the flavor of Steven's though, which I found exciting. Since Steven was busy all the time, I began to wonder if maybe Mike would be interested in trying sucking. He was far better looking than Steven to begin with, and we'd been jacking each other off for some time. I took that as an indication he might be open to trying other things. Of course, I wasn't sure though. I really wanted to tell Mike about it, in hopes he'd like to try it too. I figured once he'd learned how, and seen how good it could feel, that we could suck each other off, instead of just jacking off. Secretly, I really kind of wanted to see what it was like to suck on him too! So, that Saturday night when, Mike suggested we camp out one last time on what was a particularly warm early October weekend, I jumped at the chance, in hopes that I could convince him to start taking things further sexually! I wasn't sure how to approach Mike about it, but after thinking about it a little, I came up with a plan. My father had an extensive collection of Play Boy and Penthouse magazines, which we "borrowed" some of on a regular basis, to read, and get horny over. I'd recently found a particular Penthouse magazine, that had a letter in its "Forum" section, about a couple of soldiers in the army, who'd gone so long without sex, and become so desperate, that they gave each other blow jobs. Maybe if Mike read that, I could convince him to try it! The evening began like all our other campouts. Mike had his lotion, and I had my Penthouse - the one with the letter about the soldiers in it. It was nice weather too. What more could one ask? Plenty... I was a little nervous about Mike's reaction, but I figured that if I could get him to let me take his dick in my mouth, he'd love it, and be willing to do me too, like I'd done with Steven, and voila - we'd be sucking instead of jerking each other off from then on! It was dark, around 10:00, and the two of us were zipped snuggly in the tent. We were lying on our stomachs next to each other, perusing and drooling over my dad's Penthouse, and grinding our pelvises into the sleeping bags that were laid out under us. And, Mike had his bottle of lotion, and a handful of napkins to clean ourselves up with afterward, sitting next to him. I knew soon he'd be wanting to ditch the magazine, douse the light, strip, and settle down to pleasuring one another with handfuls of Johnson's Baby lotion. I was getting pretty horny, and knew if I was going to make my move I had to do it soon. Thankfully, we finally reached the letter from the soldier, having read all the other letters already. "How 'bout we get naked and jack?" Mike asked, grinning lewdly. He rolled onto his side and I saw the lump in his pants. "Let's read just one more," I said, praying he'd go along with it. He grinned and said, "OK, one more!" "My Friend Mike, and our Battle of the Bulge!" Mike read the title of the next letter, and snickered. "I swear I didn't write it!" I said. We both laughed, then quieted down and began reading... When we finished reading the story, we both looked at each other incredulously. Of course, I was only acting incredulous - as I already knew what the article was about. My cock was hard as a rock, and I really needed to get off soon! I could see Mike was in the same shape! Now was my chance to suggest we try sucking each other too. "Can you believe those guys were so desperate for sex, they sucked each other off?" Mike said incredulously. I noticed the lump in his crotch was huge, and his nostrils were flaring slightly though. "Yeah, and how about when he was our age, and he and his friend used to suck each other off all the time!" I said, smiling a little. "Yeah!" Mike said, he looked strangely at me, and squeezed his legs together, as if trying to restrain himself in some way. I suddenly realized he looked more aroused than I'd ever seen him. We just looked at each other. I was sure he was thinking along the same lines as I was, so I decided to take a chance. "Um... you know how we jackoff all the time?" I said. "Yeah," Mike said. I could see he was on edge. "Well," I said, eyeing him closely. "That's how that guy and his friend started out. Then they tried sucking on each other." "Are you saying you want to try sucking on each other?" Mike asked, his eyes looking bigger. I felt my face heating up. "Well..." I said, "... I always wanted to know what they feel like!" "Well, I do too, but..." he said. "They're really grea-" I blurted, suddenly, then realized with horror, I'd said the wrong thing. "What?" Mike cried. He'd caught my blunder. "You've had a blow job?" "NO!" I cried, but I felt myself blushing deeper, and knew I looked guilty. "You did!" he said. "I can tell! Who was it?" I just looked at him a minute, then he said, "It was that tall skinny kid Steven! Wasn't it? No wonder you've been hanging out with him so much!" I was so shocked he'd guessed right, I couldn't reply. "Holy shit!" he exploded, staring at me incredulously. "You can't tell anyone!" I hissed, frantically then. "So, it's true then?" he cried. "Jesus!" "Look! It just happened once!" I said, desperately. "Please Mike - you can't tell anyone, OK?" He just looked at me for a minute, then finally he nodded, and said, "alright." "Thanks," I said, relieved. We looked at each other some more then. Suddenly he said, "So... what was it like?" I saw the lump in his crotch was still bulging and smiled. "Awesome! And it you want, we can try it too! Then you'll see for yourself!" I said, smiling. "What do you think?" Mike looked stressed, but after a moment, he nodded slightlty and said, "I guess we can try it." I was both shocked and elated. "Let's get undressed then!" I said, grinning. We stood up then and both quickly stripped. "Now what?" Mike asked, sitting down. "Well," I said sitting down. "I guess I can do you for a minute, then you can do me a minute, and we'll see how it goes." "OK," Mike said. "Go ahead." He laid back then and spread his legs apart, and looked up at me expectantly. His cock was throbbing, just like Steven's had been, and Mike's piss slit was moist too. Smiling, I got between his legs and leaned down. "OH Fuck!" Mike gasped as a moment later, I grasped his huge hardon and slid my mouth down over it. "Ohhhhh!!!!" he gasped again, as I started sucking up and down on him. I sucked up and down Mike's dick for a minute, as he lay moaning with ecstasy. After a while, I pulled off him. "Good?" I asked, smiling. "Fuck yeah!" he said, smiling incredulously, but with a slightly confused and nervous look on his face. "OK," I said, rolling onto my back. "You do me now!" Mike looked dubiously at me, but got onto his knees. I almost thought he was going to back out, but suddenly, he started sucking on me too, causing me to gasp with pleasure as well. His teeth raked me only a couple times, which he seemed to innately know to stop doing. I relaxed and moaned with pleasure as I enjoyed the second blow job of my life! After a minute, Mike stopped. I was disappointed. I'd felt my orgasm beginning to form. "Do me again now," he said, breathlessly. Smiling, we traded places and soon I had him moaning again with pleasure as I sucked on his big tool. Unfortunately for him, I couldn't get it all in my mouth. I only was able to take about half of it, so I wrapped my hand around the base of it and masturbated him as I sucked on him as well. I also cupped his scrotum, which held what felt in comparison to my own, like mammoth testicles, and fondled them. Within seconds, Mike was moaning with pleasure and humping his hips up and down to meet my mouth. I decided to finish him off. I kept on sucking and pumping and fondling Mike's organs, as his level of pleasure built higher and higher. Suddenly he cried, "I'm gonna cum Joey!" I started sucking harder and faster on him. "JOE! I'm gonna shoot!" he gasped a moment later. "JOE!" he cried, a second later, as I kept on sucking on him. "AWwww!!!! Fuck! I'm cumming!" he gasped in a strangled cry, suddenly, and I felt his body tense up, and a river of cum flooded my mouth, as his body relaxed. It tasted great - and reminded me of Steven's. Quickly I swallowed. "MMmmmmm..." he moaned, as he came again, filling me mouth again. I continued sucking and jerking Mike off, and playing with his balls, as he moaned with pleasure and ejaculated three or four more times. Eventually, his orgasm ended, and I backed off him. "How was that?" I asked. "In-fucking-credible!" he exclaimed, grinning. "But I can't believe you let me cum in your mouth and swallowed my jizz!" "Well, Steven did it for me, so I had to do it for him, and it wasn't bad. Besides, your cum tasted good!" I said. "But... I mean, you want me to do you now, but... I don't want you cumming in my mouth! That's disgusting!" he said. I was suddenly very disappointed. "I'm sorry!" he said, realizing how I felt. "Well... you can suck on me and I'll tell you when I'm ready, then you can get off and finish me with your hand," I said. "OK," he said, relaxing visibly. Mike crawled between my legs then and went down on my again. His mouth felt great! It didn't take very long before I knew I was ready. Mike kept on sucking on me. Just before I was gonna blow, I said, "I'm gonna cum!" Mike quickly backed off and wrapped his hand around my spit-slickened cock and slid his hand up and down it. Immediately I spasmed and groanining, I blew a rope of cum that shot up in the air and landed on my chest. Mike kept on stroking my rod, and I came a few more times, coating myself with splatters and streaks of semen. Eventually, my orgasm ended, and Mike let go of me, after massaging a final large drop out of my urethra. "How was that?" he asked. "Nice while your mouth was on me!" I said. He looked guilty, and annoyed. "Your hand felt good too, but your mouth was better," I said, realizing that I'd offended him more than I meant to. "I'm sorry, I just don't want you blowing your load in my mouth!" he said. "Listen," I said. "I felt that way too, til Steven took mine, and I felt obliged to try his. It really isn't bad, and you should try it!" "I can't!" he said, looking angry. We just looked at each other then for a minute. He suggested we get dressed then in case his parents came out to check on us. It was a good thing we did. A few minutes later, his father showed up with popcorn for us. He could tell neither of us were happy too, but Mike just told him we were having a disagreement. He asked if he could help, but we said, "no", so he said good-night and left. As we ate our popcorn, we talked some more about it. He was adament he didn't want to taste another guy's cum, and I told him he should really try it. Finally he looked at me with angry eyes and snapped, "Only fags eat each other's cum!" I was more than a little taken aback by his attack and accusation. Obviously, he was calling me gay, since I'd swallowed his and Steven's cum, and on top of it didn't think it was so bad, and was trying to get him to try it too. On top of that, he was letting me know he felt he wasn't gay, and that because of that, he was better than me. As he glared at me, I felt like he'd stuck a knife in my heart. I don't know if he realized he'd hurt me so or not, but he quickly reverted to close to his normal demeanor, but suggested we go to bed. Obviously, it was clear that we didn't share the same feelings about sex anymore. Greatly disappointed, and hurt, I crawled into my sleeping bag, as he turned out the lantern. I laid awake a long time. I think he did too. In the morning, I woke up first. I laid there and waited until Mike woke up. When I asked him if he wanted to jerk off together - I had an idea blow jobs would be out of the question - he said he didn't think we should do that anymore. I didn't know how to respond. We just sat looking at one another. Finally, I said I thought I should go home, and got my things together and left. That was the end of our friendship for a long while. He didn't call or come over anymore, and since he didn't try, I didn't feel I should reach out to him either. There were times we saw each other and as I looked at him, he quickly looked away. I guess he was afraid I'd want to have sex again, and he didn't want to. I was afraid too that if I tried to push our friendship back together again, he'd turn totally against me, and tell people I was gay. So I avoided him, as much as he avoided me, and we just stayed apart. * * * School was rough, as we were in the same classes at times. We both dropped wrestling though, so didn't have to worry about being together then. One day, I ran into Mike's dad at the local ice cream stand. He was in line right behind me. He spoke to me and asked how I was. I was polite and replied. He asked then if I was really OK. When I looked at him not knowing what to say, he told me he was sorry me and Mike weren't friends anymore, and asked if there was anything he could do to try and bring us together again. I felt like crying, but just shook my head and said, "no, there's nothing you can do." I really liked Mike's dad and missed him, and the rest of his family too. * * * Mike went his way, and I went mine. For a while, Steven and I were suck-buddies. Then, about a year later, I met another guy, who I hooked up with too. In fact, he and I even tried to fuck each other up the ass once. It was funny really. He couldn't take mine, but I managed to take his, even though it was massive, compared to mine. At first it hurt like hell, then after a minute - it wasn't so bad. Eventually though, it began to feel real good! Then, when he started cumming in my ass, I blew a huge load all over the floor. It was a bit messy cleaning up the carpeting, and we both had rug burns, but it had felt really awesome in the end! We hung out together and sucked each other regularly for a few months. We tried fucking again a couple times. Each time, as soon as I was inside him, he screamed that it hurt, so I had to pull out. I managed to handle his tool though, and we both ended up with rug burns, and my mess to clean up afterward. Eventually his parents split up and he moved away with his father though. * * * Since then, I've been into girls. See, I lucked out and Rachel, a girl I knew was hot for me. Well, I'd never tried girls and thought I should. I talked her into letting me fuck her, and it was great! I fucked her all the way through the rest of high school! It's this that makes me feel I'm straight. Unfortunately, we broke up though when she went away to college, and I stayed home and went to school locally. * * * A couple years ago, when we were HS juniors, and Rachel and I were going steady and fucking all the time, I ended up in a bunch of classes with Mike again. Everyone, including him knew Rachel and I were an item, and we were fucking. Mike knew too. Maybe it was why his attitude toward me changed. He didn't seen to be avoiding me anymore. He even nodded to me a couple times when I walked by and nodded to him. He didn't have a girlfriend, and actually, he didn't seem to have too many friends in general. I felt sorry for him, and I missed our friendship too. Finally, one day I went and sat with him in a study hall and quietly we talked. I told him it was stupid we weren't friends anymore, especially since we stopped being friends over some juvenile sexual experimentation that really meant nothing. He agreed, and since then we've been friends again, although, not to the degree we once were. I guess we've both grown up and our interests have diverged a little more. Besides, now we're both busy with work and college, and different groups of friends. We do see each other at times though. I even had dinner with Mike and his dad one night lately, and because we'd drank too many beers, his dad insisted I spend the night. I was given a choice of one of the couches, or sleeping with Mike. I was surprised when Mike suggested it. I was happy though and chose to sleep with him. It was strange, but kind of nice to sleep in Mike's bed with him again, like when we were kids. Nothing happened. We both just passed out. When we woke up, we both had morning wood, which we chuckled about. We took turns showering, then had breakfast, and I left. We still see each other sometimes, and it's good. I gotta say though, after what I'm gonna tell you about that's happened to me, I'm really wondering... and every time I see Mike's smoldering eyes, and thick brows, when my eyes travel downward, and I see his prominent lump, my cock bulges too, and I find myself wishing Mike had been more receptive when we were younger. Who knows what might've happened with us? * * * Well, I guess that was enough background about me, and it brings us right up to last fall, when things began to change for me, which is really what this story is all about. I think though that maybe I've rambled on so long about myself, and that the next part of the chapter is so long, I should leave it for next time. So... hang in there folks, this story will continue... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Watch for the next chapter of this story, which will be posted shortly...