Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2011 20:56:27 -0400 From: Sam Sheppard Subject: Shawn and Me Disclaimer: This story is true and happened just as it's written. Some literary license has been taken when it comes to what people said, except for my father's talk to me (I remember every word and used it with one of my own kids word for word when he hit puberty), but the events are real. The names have been changed for obvious reasons. If you are under 18 years old or offended by gay sex then please leave this site immediately. Shawn and Me I was new to the neighbourhood and the school. We'd just moved into our new apartment and I didn't know anyone. At nine years old that's a very scary feeling. I'd had a few friends in my old neighbourhood and at my old school and because I was able to stay in the same Cub Pack, I was able to stay in touch with them and see them at least once a week. But now I was in a new school and because we'd moved in March, we were in the middle of the year and it would be even more difficult to make new friends. Add to that the fact that I was a shy kid and you can imagine my unhappiness. My first day was tough. I got up, had breakfast, got dressed and my mother walked me to school. I can still remember the sense of insecurity I felt as we walked in the door and into the office, a room I unfortunately became all too familiar with in my two and a half years there. The principal met us and, after my mother said goodbye, took me up to my new classroom on the second floor. I knew, as I followed him up, just what was in store when I got there. And sure enough, he opened the door, in we went and every eye turned and stared in my direction. Look, it's a NEW KID. And then came the inevitable, "Sam, why don't you tell us a little about yourself," from the teacher. Oh, did I say I was shy? I probably dreaded having to stand up and say anything in front of other kids, in case I said something wrong and embarrassed myself, more than I did anything else. So, of course, I kind of mumbled my way through something that may have gone, "Myname'sSamandIjustmovedhereand....that'saboutit," all the while looking for someplace to crawl into and hide. That was the start of Grade 4 for me. The rest of the day's a blur. I can't remember if I met anyone or anything else about it, just the start of it. It must have been a few days later that we were on recess and I was standing around when this kid came up to me and said Hi. He was a little taller than me, thin and had short blonde hair. I said Hi back and we started talking. His name was Shawn and he was nine too. That was the start. We began hanging around together during school and we found out we lived across the street from each other, so we eventually began meeting to walk to school together and then going to each other's place after. From then on we were inseparable. We got into trouble together, explored the neighbourhood together, slept over at each other's place (although Shawn tended to stay at my place more often because he loved my mother's cooking), shared lunches and snacks with each other and finished elementary school and went to junior high and then high school together. When we were eleven, it was Shawn who called my mother when I got hit by a car while we were out exploring and it was Shawn who was there for me when my grandmother died. He was (and remains) my best friend. And it was with Shawn I first learned about sex. We were eleven and in Grade 6. I'd noticed that I'd been waking up with a boner every morning and that it wasn't just from having to pee. I'd started having weird dreams as well as waking with a stiff penis, so I went to the one person I could discuss this with, Shawn. As I remember it, we were walking to school one morning and I said, "Shawn, can I ask you something? Promise you won't say anything to anybody about this, K?" He promised, so I went on. "I've been having these weird dreams and when I wake up, I've got a boner." He said, "Yeah, I get that too. D'ya ever rub it?" I didn't understand, so he said, "D'ya ever rub your boner?" I wasn't sure if I was supposed to or not, so I asked him, "Do you?" "Yeah, of course," he replied, "It feels really good." I must have looked confused because he started laughing and said, "Look, next time it happens, try rubbing it. You'll see." I figured if Shawn said it was good, it must be OK and made a mental note to try it. Of course, next morning, there was my little friend, so I started rubbing it and it didn't feel that good, so I wasn't sure what he was talking about. I asked him on the way to school. "Hey, I tried rubbing my boner this morning and it didn't feel that good. Are ya sure it's supposed to?" Shawn asked me to describe what I`d done and when I did, he started laughing. "Ya ditz," he said, "That's not how ya do it." "So how're ya supposed to do it," I asked. He began explaining it and then said, "Look, after school we'll go back to my place and I'll explain." I said that was cool. I pretty much forgot about it until school was finished. He asked if I was still coming over and I said, "Yeah, of course." We got to his place and since his folks were at work we had the place to ourselves, so we could talk about what we'd been discussing earlier. We sat down on his bed and Shawn said, "OK, do you want to know how to get that good feeling?" "Yeah," I said, "How do you do it?" "It's easier if I show you," said Shawn, "D'ya want to?" Since I trusted Shawn completely, I said, "Yeah. What do I have to do?" "We have to get boners and then I can show you. Undo your fly and take out your dick." I hesitated because no one other than my parents had ever seen my dick and I was shy. Shawn had already undone his fly and was fishing in his shorts for his dick, so I figured, "If he's doing it, I can do it," and undid my fly, pulled out my soft penis and sat there. It wasn't getting hard. Now what? Shawn had that covered. He went under his bed and came up with a magazine that I'd only heard of, called "Playboy". It was full of pictures of naked women. I was amazed. As we started looking at the pictures, we both began to get hard and in no time our hard little boners were sticking out of our flies. Shawn then said, "OK, here's how you rub it." He took his cock between the thumb and first two fingers and began to slide them up and down on his boner. He stopped and said it was my turn to try it. I said I'd been doing something different and to show him, I lay down on my stomach, put my hand under my boner and started sliding my body back and forth. I then sat back up and taking my boner in my hand like Shawn did, I started stroking it. I had to admit it felt a lot better than the way I'd been doing it. We sat there rubbing our stiffies for a while and Shawn started speeding up and very shortly began breathing hard and his legs started to twitch. He gasped a couple of times and stopped stroking his cock. After he'd caught his breath, he said, "OK, your turn." I took hold of my cock like Shawn had and began to slide my fingers up and down and he was right, it did feel much better. As the feeling got better, I sped up and then suddenly it felt like I had to pee and I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. "Shawn, I'm going to pee," I said. And then it hit me. I started shaking and this incredible feeling started in my balls and traveled straight up my boner and I felt like I couldn't breathe and my cock was itching and I felt hot and "OH, OH, OH, OH," I had my first dry cum. "Holy shit, that was amazing!" I sighed. Shawn was smiling. "See, I told you." We stuffed our now flaccid little penises back into our jeans, zipped up and spent some time talking about what we did. I learned it was called jacking off and that the good feeling at the end was called cumming and some other really "dirty words", like fuck and cunt. From that day, I started jacking off at least once a day. One weekend about a month later, Shawn and I were at my place and my parents were out for the day. We'd watched as much Looney Tunes as we could handle and began wrestling. After wrestling around for a bit, I asked Shawn if he wanted to jack off. Shawn never had to be asked twice. We went into my bedroom and lay back on the bed. We both undid our flies and jeans and opened them enough that we could pull our dicks out and then began stroking ourselves. After a while Shawn asked if I wanted to try something new. I asked him what he was thinking about and he told me. "Let's try jacking each other. It's supposed to feel great." I agreed and we slid our jeans and shorts down to our knees. That's when I really saw Shawn's cock for the first time. It was circumcised, about 4 inches soft and thick enough that I couldn't get my hand around it. My penis was also circumcised and about 3 inches when soft. Neither of us had any hair at all. We tentatively reached for each other's dicks. When Shawn wrapped his hand around my cock, the feeling was like an electric shock running from my cock right up to my brain. His hand was warm and soft and he was gentle as he stroked my dick. Shawn's dick was hot when I wrapped my hand around it and felt like I was holding a bar of iron wrapped in warm spongy flesh. We both began stroking each other and the feeling was indescribable. Having my best friend doing something so intimate to me and me doing the same to him just felt so right, I couldn't explain it. Looking back, I think this is the moment in time when I first understood that I was gay, but I didn't recognize it then. At that time, I figured we were just two young boys experimenting, as boys of eleven will do. We both lay there jacking each other for a while, until I started feeling that sensation growing from my balls. "Ohhhhh, man, Shawn. I'm starting to get there. Feels soo good, man." And Shawn started jacking me faster and the feeling was building and building and then I was there. "Oh fuck, Shawn, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oooooohhhh yyyeeaaaahhh," I yelled as the feeling completely overwhelmed me. It was the best cum I'd ever had, because it was my best friend that made me cum. I had to catch my breath and then I realized that I'd stopped jacking Shawn. I rolled onto my side facing him and put my hand back around his big cock and began stroking him for all I was worth. I wanted Shawn to have the same sensation as I did. I jacked him for quite a while. As a matter of fact, my hand began to get tired, but he finally started to get close. I'd never noticed it before, but when he came, his face became a grimace and his eyes would screw shut and he'd pant like he'd run a race. As he got closer, I also noticed that his already hard dick felt like it got harder and his balls pulled up closer to his body and he began bucking his hips, like he was fucking my hand and when he actually came his legs would go completely straight and his bum would tighten. It became very important to me to make him feel so good and to watch him as he did all these things while I made him feel that way. I sped up a bit and Shawn started to shake and moan, "Mmmmm, Sammm, oooohhhh yeeeeaaahhh, oohhhyeeeeeaahhh, ohhhyeeaahhh, oohhhyyeaahh, ohyeah, ohyeah, ohyeah, ohyeah , ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ohhhfuucckk, uhh, Sam, stop, stop man. It's too sensitive." I'd just learned another valuable lesson. Once they'd cum, some guys' dicks became supersensitive and they couldn't handle any more stimulation and Shawn was one of those guys. We both lay back on his bed as our heart rates returned to normal. "Oh man, that was soo good." I chuckled. "Yeah," Shawn agreed. "Ya wanna do that again?" "I can't, I'm too tired," I replied and Shawn looked at me like I was nuts. "No, dingus, not now. Another time," he laughed. "Oh, uh..yeah, I do, as often as we can." So we agreed that we'd take every chance we had when we were alone to jack each other off. Grade 6 finished and the summer was here. Both of Shawn's parents and both of mine worked, so we had our homes to ourselves during the day. I had an outdoor pool and Shawn had an indoor pool at our apartment buildings and we took advantage of both. When it was nice out, we used mine and when it rained we used his. Of course, we also took advantage of the fact that we were both always either in shorts or bathing suits (Speedos were the big things at the time) and it didn't take much time for us to get out of them to jack each other off. We spent a lot of time that summer experimenting with different ways to get each other off. The summer ended and it was time for Grade 7. That meant going to Junior High School and now we were the new kids again. Fortunately, I wasn't alone in that. Everyone from Grade 6 was a new kid so we could share our nervousness. On our first day we got to actually pick the classes we wanted to take for the year. We had to take certain "core" courses, math (yuck), science (yay), English (yay), social studies (?) and (oh shit) gym. We'd all heard about gym in junior high and how you had to shower after class and all the guys were nervous as hell. Take off our clothes? With everyone looking? Oh shit. Maybe it was just a rumour that the older guys were pushing to bug us. Later that day we were all taken on a tour of the school, which included the huge gym, which split into two so the girls could have phys.ed. at the same time as the boys without distracting each other. The tour also included the locker rooms. And there they were, the showers. They weren't kidding, we had to shower after each class. This was gonna get embarrassing. We returned the next day and classes began. We had all the usual stuff until gym class came around. I know I wasn't the only guy who felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. Maybe if I didn't work up a sweat, I wouldn't need to shower, I thought. Nope. Our gym teacher, who we nicknamed Adolph, made sure we sweated. So, it was into the locker room and the showers for us all. We all sat there looking around, hoping someone would come in and say we didn't need to shower, but in came Adolph and started yelling at us to hurry up and get showered or we'd be late for the next class. Eventually we all started taking off our shirts and shoes and Shawn and I turned our backs to the aisle and pulled down our shorts, leaving us standing there in just our underwear. I looked around and it seemed like everyone was doing the same thing. And then one of the guys pulled his underwear off and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and started walking to the shower area. Once the first guy did it, the rest of us followed suit, but then came the real moment of truth. The shower area was a large tiled room with 4 large cylindrical pipes running from floor to ceiling in a line along the middle of the room. Each pipe had 6 shower heads with buttons below to control the flow. The temperature was preset. That meant there were 24 shower heads. But there were more than 24 guys, which meant someone had to stand around and wait until some of the other guys finished. Oh my god, this was embarrassing. And of course, everyone's naked, trying to look at each other and see how we measured up, without looking like we're looking and God forbid we should get a stiffie. And with that many bodies in the same room, inevitably someone's going to bump into someone else or touch someone by mistake and that created a whole new set of issues. This was the late sixties and the worst thing that you could be called in junior high was "fag" or "queer". We all did everything possible to avoid getting that handle attached to us. Well, we survived that first day with nothing more than some embarrassment. Shawn and I had a lot to talk about on our way home that day. I had been so shy and apprehensive while I was in the locker room, I didn't even pay attention to the bodies around me, something that didn't take long to change. After a week or so of changing and being naked around boys, the embarrassment and shyness had worn off. Unfortunately, the interest that had been hidden by it hadn't. Now I had to be very careful not to stare, which, when you're gay and surrounded by naked eleven and twelve year olds, is a difficult proposition. As the week progressed and Shawn and I walked home, we'd start talking about how so and so had a big dick, or this kid had a really small one or "Did you see so and so start to get a boner?" Inevitably this lead to a mutual masturbation session, with me fantasizing about one of the guys in the showers. In early February, Shawn and I were walking home and, as usual, talking about some of the guys in the class and, since we'd both started noticing how the girls were filling out, some of the girls as well. The Valentine's dance was coming up and Shawn had gotten the nerve up to ask one of the girls to the dance. We were talking, as boys do, about how far he thought he could go with her and laughing about whether we thought she'd actually "put out" for him. We got home and we were both pretty horny. Both Shawn and I had turned twelve and had started to notice some changes occurring in our bodies. I had grown an inch and was now 5' 4", weighed a whopping 95 lbs, had grown my dark brown hair out over my ears and over my eyebrows, just like the Beatles, and had started to sprout some wispy dark brown hairs at the base of my 4.5 inch (hard) penis. Shawn was now 5'6", weighed in at 98 lbs and had started to grow his blonde hair long, over his ears and halfway down to his collar in back and over his eyes in front. His penis was about 5.5 inches in length when hard and also had some fuzz growing at the base. When we got to my place, we were so horny we practically tore our clothes off and started jacking each other off. At some point Shawn suggested we try something new. I asked him what he was thinking and he said to lie on my back, which I did. He then turned so his knees straddled my head and his head was above my crotch. I asked him what he was going to do and he said we should rub our cocks on each other's faces and mouths and see how that felt. I was game for anything at this point so we started mashing our mouths and faces into each other's crotches. It was a weird feeling, but it felt pretty good. As we were doing this I could feel Shawn's cock getting harder and see his balls pulling up. Now this usually meant he was close to cumming, but I didn't think much about it until I felt him tense up and start panting. I didn't mind, though, after all, if this got my friend off, and he was happy, so was I. All of a sudden, Shawn's cock started throbbing against my mouth and I felt the tube on the underside expand and he cried out and I felt something wet on my chest and neck. I thought he'd peed on me and was getting upset. I rolled him off me and looked at the fluid on my chest, but it wasn't pee. It was clear with a whitish tinge to it and was sticky. Shawn looked like he was in a daze. I jumped up and got some kleenex and cleaned the stuff off me. By the time I finished, Shawn was back to normal. "Hey, what the hell did you just do?" I asked. "Holy shit," Shawn said, "I think I just shot." "Shot? Shot what?" "Sperm! I just shot sperm!" Shawn crowed. "Is that what it was? Jeez, I thought you'd pissed on me." "Oh my God. I've never felt like that. That was so intense. It's way better than before!" "It felt different to me too." I said. "Your cock was doing some weird stuff I haven't felt before. It was, like, twitching and then I felt the tube get bigger and then the stuff came out." "Hey, I'm sorry about that. I didn't know it was going to happen." Shawn said. "Oh well. It wasn't pee and it cleaned up easy. Don't sweat it. I wonder when I'll start making sperm." Turns out, I didn't have long to wait. Only thing was, I didn't get to experience my first time with Shawn. I woke up early one morning to find I'd wet the bed, something I hadn't done since I was, like 5 years old. I was SO embarrassed. I got up and my pajama bottoms were wet too, so I got changed and put the wet sheets in the laundry hamper, hoping that my parents wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, as I was putting them in the hamper my dad came around the corner and caught me. When he asked me what I was doing, I almost started crying, I was so ashamed. I told him that I'd wet the bed and how bad I felt about it. He looked at me kind of funny and said for me to come with him. We went into my bedroom and he looked at my mattress. "Sam, it's not wet," he pointed out. "Son, that wasn't pee and you didn't wet the bed." Now I was really confused. He went on, "Sam, at your age, things start to change and sometimes that change can happen very fast, without us knowing it. You've started into puberty and that means you're beginning to produce the things that make men different from boys. Things like testosterone and sperm. That's what happened here. You didn't pee. You had what's called a wet dream, and it happens to every guy, usually around this time in their life. Don't worry about it. It's normal and it may happen again. If it does, just clean up like you were doing. No one's going to say anything to you about it. OK?" and with that he gave me a hug and ruffled my hair. "Dad, don't tell mom, OK?" I begged. "Sam, she does the laundry. She's going to notice the stains." he said. "Let me talk to her. She'll be OK with it, I promise." And she was. She never said a word to me about it, ever. On our way to school I made Shawn promise not to tell anyone what I was about to tell him. "I made sperm this morning. But I wasn't jacking when I did it. My dad called it a wet dream. Shit, was I embarrassed, but he was really cool about it." "You're so lucky. My parents would have freaked," Shawn said. "Yeah, I know. I can't wait to get home so I can see what it looks like when I jack off," I laughed. "You comin' over?" "What, miss that? Yeah, I'm comin' over." I could not wait for school to end. I had the worst time trying to avoid popping a boner every time I thought about what was going to happen. Gym class was a nightmare. We been wrestling for about a month and it was always a pain trying not to get a hard on when I was so close and touching another boy, especially if we were doing shirts and skins. Today seemed like it was the seventh level of hell. And as for the showers, the only thing that saved my ass was that one of the other guys popped a woodie before I got in and everyone was concentrating on razzing him. Once the day was finally over Shawn and I headed to my place and I had butterflies the size of airplanes in my stomach. As soon as we got upstairs we stripped and jumped onto my bed and started jacking each other. I'd grabbed some of my mother's hand cream and smeared it on Shawn's cock and he did the same to me. We were both hard as granite and were really concentrating on making each other feel good. Pretty soon, I could feel myself getting close and I told Shawn. He sped up his stroking and added a kind of twisting motion which sent me flying over the edge. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh shit, ooohhh fffuuuccckkk, ooohhh fffuuuccckkk, Shawn, I'm cummmmiiinnnggg, unnnh, unhhhh, unhhhh, unh, unh,unh, unh, unh, ooohhhh ffffuuuccckkk," I screamed, as it felt like the head of my cock was blown off the end with the force of my orgasm. In my twelve years, I'd never felt anything so intense. My cum shot so hard, some of it hit my stomach between my navel and my chest, and the rest was all over Shawn's hand and in my sparse pubes. "Holy shit, Sam. D'you see how much you shot? That was cool." said Shawn. "Yeah. I didn't know I made so much." I giggled. "OK, your turn." And with that I jacked Shawn to a crashing orgasm, his cum hitting his stomach and coating my hand. Now that I'd started to cum, I had to jack off at least three times a day. I'd jump in the shower in the morning and jack off, Shawn and I would jack each other at least once a day at each other's place and I'd jack off at night when I got into bed. Occasionally, when I was feeling really horny, I'd jack off another time in the evening, when my parents were watching TV. We kept this up, meeting to jack each other off for the next month or so, but we knew that there was more that we weren't doing. We read Playboy sometimes as part of our sessions and there were things that were in the articles, like blow jobs, sucking, fucking and some others and these weren't the kind of things you asked mom or dad about. Shawn had an uncle who was five years older, so he asked him about them. We already knew about fucking, but the other stuff was all new. Shawn and I met after school one day and he practically ran home. "I gotta tell ya what Randy told me," he started. "Getting a blow job means that the girl puts your dick in her mouth and sucks on it til you cum." "Ewww, sounds gross. Why would someone put something that someone pees out of in their mouth?" I asked. "Wait, there's more," Shawn said. "He said that if she really likes you, she'll let you cum in her mouth when you shoot!" "Oh, that's sick," I said. "Randy says it feels almost as good as getting laid." Shawn insisted. "Really? You don't think he was bullshitting you do you?" I asked. "Naw. He wasn't. It really does feel great." Shawn replied. "How do you know?" "Promise not to tell anyone?" Shawn said hesitantly. I was intrigued. How did my best friend know how a blow job felt? "Yeah, of course I promise. I'd never say anything to anyone about us, you know that." "OK. Well, when I asked Randy about it and he told me, I said the same thing you did. But he kept insisting that it felt amazing and then he said he'd prove it. So I said how's he gonna prove it? He said he'd blow me if I agreed to blow him after. I had to know, so I said OK." "You mean your uncle Randy sucked your cock?" I asked incredulously. Shawn nodded his head. "Yeah, and he let me cum in his mouth and he swallowed it. And, know what? He's right. It's fucking amazing." "HOLY SHIT! That's freaky." "Yeah, it's wild...So..ummm...you wanna?" he asked. Brilliant me, I answered, "Wanna what?" "You know, try sucking cocks?" "Oh man, I don't know. Sounds kinda gross." I replied. Shawn replied, "That's what I thought too, but it's really not. And it's kinda exciting for the guy doing the sucking too." "Well, alright, I guess." Shawn was a natural born salesman and where he was concerned, I was an easy mark. "What do we do?" "Well, first thing is we gotta get undressed. And then we can jack each other for a while and when you're hard, I'll suck you. OK?" "I guess." I said. Shawn and I took off all our clothes and got onto my bed and started jacking each other. Shawn boned up extra fast today and seemed more excited than usual. After I was hard, he asked if I was ready to try it and I said yes. Shawn slid down the bed and knelt beside me at my hip. He grabbed my penis and leaned over and put his mouth over the head of my cock. And in that instant, I knew, just knew, that this was where I wanted to be and that I would want to do this as much as I possibly could. Shawn started to slide his lips down my shaft and the feeling got more intense. I could feel the inside of Shawn's mouth and his tongue wrap around my young dick and it felt so warm and exciting. As he sucked me, Shawn wrapped his thumb and forefinger around my shaft and jerked me off with them as his lips went up and down on my cock. I was in heaven. Unfortunately, I was also twelve years old and had absolutely no staying power. Within a minute, I started feeling myself getting really close. "Shawn, I'm gonna cum." I warned him. Nothing. "Shawn, man, I'm gonna cum. You better pull off.". Nothing. At this point, I was right on the edge. I practically yelled, "Shawn, pull off," but he didn't and with a loud long moan, I shot my cum into Shawn's waiting mouth. I blew three or four times and he took all of it in his mouth. When he pulled off my cock, he went into the bathroom and spit my cum out into the sink and rinsed it down. Then he came back to my bed and lay down beside me. "See? What'd I tell ya?" he asked. All I could say was, "Holy fuck, amazing." Shawn looked at me hopefully and asked, "Ya wanna try it?" I had my reservations, but couldn't very well go back on my word to my best friend after he'd carried through and made me feel so good. So I said, "Yeah, but what do I do?" "Just open your mouth and put it in and then slide your mouth up and down." As I started to lean towards his cock, he added, "Oh yeah, cover your teeth with your lips. Don't let your teeth scrape it." I made sure I covered my teeth, leaned over and put my lips on the end of Shawn's cock. It felt kind of spongy and didn't really have much of a taste. He gasped when I slid it in a little more, until the whole head was in my mouth. I continued sliding my lips farther down his shaft until I couldn't take any more in and I felt like I was going to gag, so I backed off a bit. Once I got used to having his penis in my mouth I was able to take it in a bit more at a time, until I had the whole thing in my mouth and I could feel his soft pubic hairs against my lips and nose. Shawn moaned, "Oh yeah." I began sliding my mouth back up to the top of his cock and then back down and noticed how his cock felt in my mouth. It felt like I had a warm hot dog in my mouth, but with a really hard center. I started moving up and down on his cock and I could feel Shawn starting to thrust his hips up into my mouth as I went down and pull them back as I went up his shaft. Every so often he'd thrust a little too hard and his cock would make me gag, but I was able to back off enough to stop the feeling. After a couple of minutes of this, I could feel Shawn's cock getting harder, and I knew from our jack off sessions that this meant he was getting close. He was moaning louder and beginning to pant, so I knew he was going to cum soon. Then he warned me that he was going to cum. I think he expected me to take his cock out of my mouth and finish him with my hand, but I had absolutely no intention of that. If he could take my cum in his mouth, I would take his. So I continued sucking and bobbing and Shawn shoved his hips up, driving his cock deep into my mouth and all of a sudden I could feel his cock twitching and then some warm fluid hitting my tongue and I knew this was his cum. It had a kind of salty, nutty, bleachy taste, not unpleasant at all. There were about four shots of his cum and then his cock stopped spasming and I let it slip out of my mouth. I still had his cum in my mouth and it was starting to cool off so I went into the bathroom and spit it into the toilet and flushed. I went back to my bedroom and lay down beside my best friend and we both just smiled. I knew this was what I wanted for the rest of my life. I'd really enjoyed blowing Shawn and knew I'd want to suck his cock a lot more often. However, as we lay there, we suddenly heard the key in our front door. OHSHIT, it was my parents. Shawn grabbed his clothes and ran into the bathroom to get dressed and I grabbed my jeans and pulled them on without putting on my boxers, which I suddenly realized were on the floor in plain sight. I know my folks saw them. They'd have had to be blind not to. But they never said a word or gave any indication that they figured something was going on, even when Shawn appeared from the bathroom with his hair all mussed up. Over the next few weeks, we experimented with sucking each other in the sixty-nine position, began swallowing each other's cum and began discussing some of the other boys we'd like to do this with in our grade and Grade 8. It wasn't until we were in Grade 9 that we had the chance to actually fool around with a couple of the other guys, but they were one night stand kinds of things. It wasn't until the summer I was sixteen that things actually started to happen, and when they happened, boy did things happen. Until then it was just Shawn and me. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Every bit of it's true and it's stirred up a lot of memories, both good and painful. I've left out episodes like the times I got called a fag, or beaten up in the back hall, because this is a celebration of the awakening of my sexual orientation and of the one boy who I could, and still do, trust to have been the most significant friend I've ever had.