Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2024 22:49:41 -0500 From: Gabe Daniels Subject: Experimented with Another Boy Chapter 2 So here I am telling what happened next. I'm surprised I told the story let alone a follow up but people seem to be really interested. Thank you to everyone who sent a message of support. The following takes place in Feb '96 and is 100% true. 3+ weeks goes by and I hear nothing from Sean (I realized I never named him - obv a fake name to protect the innocent). Thursday night the phone rings after dinner and my mom tells me its Sean. I go to the basement to have a private conversation. This is the mid 90s. Cell phones didn't really exist other than built into your car and I clearly wasn't going to have this conversation in ear shot of anyone in my family. Sean and I were both lucky. Most people could pick up any headset and listen to someone on the phone but we both had phones which were locked. It was kind of like a business phone system so you couldn't just pick up and talk while someone was on the phone. In most circumstances it was a pain in the ass but I was grateful we both had that kind of phone for our conversation. I got to the basement and took the phone off hold. My heart was racing. I had no clue what he wanted to say or where the conversation would go. I had 3+ weeks to think about what happened. To relive it minute by minute. Many nights I would lie in bed and my mind could only think of one thing. How much I enjoyed getting to suck my best friends dick. Those 3 weeks kind of cemented any questions I might have had up until that point. It was clear my interests lied more with boys than girls. I wasn't totally giving up on girls but I was only interested in one guy. It also confirmed my crush on Sean. Not just because of what happened 3 weeks prior, but it went back a few years. We were friends since we were 3. After elementary school I moved to a new school but we saw each other on weekends. At 11 I realized I had an interest in boys, probably more of an interest in boys than girls, and at 14 I started to actually look at guys and develop a crush. I'm sure everyone reading remembers being in 7th grade. Guys start changing. Today it seems like boys start puberty in 4th grade but when I was growing up, 9 times out of 10 you started in 7th grade. You start noticing who has leg hair and armpit hair. You do what you can in the locker room in gym class or sports after school. In warm months, when everyone wore shorts, you'd wait for a friend to put his leg up on a chair hoping to get a glimpse down his shorts. Anything you could do. We didn't have the internet in todays form. We had AOL. You'd log on and chat with friends, sometimes when no one was looking you'd try to join a chat room. I'd get someone random to send a pic, which would take 10 minutes to download and then I'd delete and empty the trash just as quick for fear that someone in my family might see it. So here I am, 3+ weeks later, realizing not only that I have a crush on my best friend Sean but I enjoyed sucking his dick more than I should. I didn't even seem to care that he never returned the favor. Many people emailed asking me to describe both of our dicks. I recognize why people read these stories and what they're doing while reading them, but I'll admit its outside my comfort zone to get into details. So be patient and I will do my best. I've always had a pretty thin build. I'm 6' tall as an adult and hit growth spurts the summers between 7th and 8th, 8th and 9th and 9th and 10th. I was the rare guy who came home from college after freshman year and was taller than when I left home. Still to this day I am not that hairy. I have quite a bit of hair on my legs, and the bush can get wild, but not much more anywhere else. I've always been light on hair in my armpits and have the same center patch on my chest that I've had since I was 20. I've got a slightly darker complexion and my eyes are hazel that can just as easily lean green or brown. True hazel eyes. Sean was about the same height as me but a little thicker. Not fat. Not a football player build. I was just super skinny and he was normal. Back then I never measured my dick so I can't say what it was in inches. I was bigger and thicker than Sean. I had more pubes than Sean. My balls were a little more wrinkled than his and had a few random hairs. His were really smooth and had no hair. My dick is thinner at the base and then gets thick in the middle and towards the top with a slight curve. Sean was the same thickness throughout with a traditional curve from the bottom to top. His coloring was darker than mine. My overall complexion is darker but for some reason my dick is lighter than his. I have a decent mushroom head but thats where we were really different. He had a solid mushroom to top off what I thought was a really nice dick. Both of us are cut. Even to this day I am not impressed or interested in big dicks. I actually tend to like normal or slightly below average. All I can tell you is he was the perfect length and girth to fit in my mouth like a glove. So I answer the phone and we're sitting in silence. No one really knows what to say or what to do. We hadn't spoken a word to each other in 3+ weeks. I didn't ignore him at school but he went out of his way to avoid me. After what felt like eternity I just went right to the point. Not aggressive. In a matter of fact way I asked him why he ignored me for 3+ weeks. I didn't bring up what we did but wanted to hear from him what he had to say. He admitted he was thrown. He apologized for ignoring and avoiding me. He told me how confused it made him. And then he told me he enjoyed it and wanted to do it again. At that point I hadn't really said anything other than my question at the start of the call. I'm standing in the basement, leaning against the wall, talking to my best friend who I have a crush on, while he's telling me he wants me to give him head again. After he finished talking we sat in silence again. I wanted to tell him I'd have my mom run me over right then but clearly that wasn't an option. I didn't want to sound desperate, eager or too excited. There were a million thoughts and feelings running through my head at the same time. So in a calm normal tone, I let him know I was ok with it and we could do it again as long as he didn't get weird and stopped ignoring me at school. He agreed and it felt like a weight off my shoulders, his shoulders and the conversation. We then had to figure out a schedule when we could be alone. He told me he was sleeping over our friend Jack's house (fake name) on Saturday and I should join them. (Before everyone gets excited, this does not turn into a 3 way with me, Sean and Jack!). I told him that wouldn't be an issue other than how would we find alone time and he said "if there is a will, there is a way". Clearly he was into the idea. As we were wrapping up the call to go back to homework, he told me there was one more thing he wanted to talk about. He wasn't ready to give me head. He might give me a handjob but he certainly wasn't ready to put it in his mouth and asked if that would be a problem. The true definition of a taker and not a giver, but I agreed. I didn't care if he blew me. Didn't really even cross my mind. I wanted to suck his dick and I didn't care what I had to agree to for that to happen. Saturday night mom drops me at Jack's house for the sleepover. Its hard to describe what I was feeling. I liked Sean. We were back to being friends. Hours later we would find some way for me to give him head. How much more could you ask for? The night went on like a typical night at Jack's (video games, games, pizza) and then it was time to go to bed. For most sleepovers we always hung out in the basement. Jack didn't have a basement, or it was unfinished, so we always slept in his room. Jack's room was normal size for a high school kid but split in half. The front half near the door was door level and then there was a step up in the middle of the room. Up the step was his bed and desk. When we slept over we set up blankets and pillows on the floor in the front half of the room while he slept in his bed elevated looking down on us. As Sean and I got in bed we kept looking at each other. My eyes are asking him who, when and where. His eyes were telling me to be patient. As we got under the covers, we set up separate beds, he told me to stay up and wait until Jack went to sleep. Jack was a heavy sleeper so I figured Sean's plan was to wait for Jack to fall asleep and then we'd sneak out of the room. Not sure where we'd go because Jack's parents and brother we're there but it wasn't my job to figure out the plan. Within minutes Jack was sound asleep. We waited a few more minutes and then Sean told me we were ready. I asked where we were going and he said we're staying right here. I just kind of stared at him, blankly. How could we do what we were about to do in front of our sleeping friend? When I told Sean no, it was too risky, he told me Jack might want to join. I stopped him right there. This wasn't about just getting some dick. I liked Sean. I had a crush on Sean. I did NOT have a crush or like Jack. He was ugly and kind of weird. Not my type at all and I certainly wasn't interested in seeing Jack's dick. Sean realized he took it too far and told me he was joking. Not about staying in Jack's room but about him joining. So I had a choice. Suck his dick there or go to bed and not suck it all. You know what happened next. I told Sean he had to be super quiet. He sat up in his bed facing me with his back to Jack. If Jack were to wake up he'd see Sean's ass, pants down and my mouth around his dick. It was now or never. Sean pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion and lifted his shirt, not taking it off. It was totally dark in the room other than the glow from the tv which we left on. Facing me was my best friend Sean, half naked, dick hard as a rock standing straight in the air. He was ready. I was there to do a job and I got to work. I leaned in and was immediately taken over by the scent. He just had a smell and it immediately triggered the night 4 weeks ago when I sucked him for the first time. I didn't need to waste any more time. I jacked him off once or twice to get a good feel for it and then I put my mouth around his head. This was only the second time I had a dick in my mouth but his dick felt at home. I sucked the head and licked the pee slit. I was getting a sense of what I needed to do. It was then I felt what we all feel as we start going down on someone. His hand was on my head pushing it down. Not in a forceful way, more that he was ready and wanted to get going. This was only his second blowjob, the first 4 weeks prior which barely even counts. I start bobbing up and down taking in as much as I could. Slurping as quietly as I can. I can't go too deep and get it all in. Its too much but I get halfway down. Up and down, up and down. Hes got precum șo I pull him out of my mouth and wipe it off with my finger. Back to work I go. Up and down, up and down. Hes getting into it. Its clear hes enjoying every second of it. Its clear I am enjoying every second of it. What struck me was his taste. How does a dick really have a taste other than precum/cum? Its skin. It should taste the same as licking a finger or toe. But his dick didn't taste like sucking a finger or toe. I can't describe the taste bc its skin but I can tell you I really liked it. His taste and smell were really setting me on fire. As I am sucking him I notice what feels like a slight little knot just under his pee slit. I can't describe it but it was like a moth to a flame for my tongue. I used it as a guiding light, over and over. Each time I pulled it out of my mouth I made sure to suck on that little knot. When I put it back in I made sure to lick that little knot. I reach out and grab his balls. I really wanted to taste his balls. So I took his dick out of my mouth and went down and put one of his balls in my mouth. I didn't know what to do. Its not like a dick to go up and down. They just kind of sat there and I moved my tongue around. Then I put the other one in and did the same thing. Then I put both in and did the same thing. I liked it but it was clear he wasn't feeling it bc he pulled them out of my mouth and angled his dick back to my mouth so I could get back to work. After about 30 or 45 seconds he pulled out. We never really talked about what would happen when he finished. I really wasn't interested in having his cum in my mouth. I didn't know how much to expect. Was he a shooter or a dribbler? A lot or a little? To this day I don't cum a ton. Never have and never will. Was he the opposite? I didn't want a mouth full of cum for the first time on my friend Jack's floor while he was sleeping steps away. Sean didn't pull out quickly to avoid busting in my mouth. He pulled out quickly because he was ready to bust and didn't want my blowjob to end. I don't think it was because I had master skills, clearly he enjoyed getting head for basically the first time. I reached out and grabbed his dick. I wasn't done. I jacked it a few times and he stopped me. Once again he told me he wasn't ready to finish. So we sat there for a minute. It was then that he surprised me. He told me he still wasn't ready to give me head but he'd try jacking me off for a little. It was at that moment that I thought about myself for the first time. I was still fully clothed and hard as a rock but I hadn't touched my dick once. I never even rubbed my dick or jacked off while I was giving him head. I was so focused on his dick and then his balls and then his dick, I didn't even think about me. I sat back and in one motion pulled down my pants and underwear, dick springing out and slapping back against my stomach. He sat there and stared and then just went for it. Before he would jack me off he told me to get in front of him. My mind flashed for a minute. Hes sitting there rock hard, me in front of him, was he thinking that he was going to fuck me to? Because I wasn't ready for that, I wasn't thinking about that and I certainly wasn't going to do that on Jack's floor. No way he'd sleep through that. Sean wasn't interested in fucking me. He just didn't want to look at me while he jacked me off. Thinking back on it I wasn't even offended. I get it. Its a lot to handle. So many different thoughts and emotions. It was his first time touching a hard dick that wasn't his own. It was the first time someone touched my dick. Don't forget, the first time I blew him he made us both wear bandannas covering our eyes! At that point there was nothing he would say that would stop me from wanting to finish what we started. So he moved behind me, never losing his erection, and started jacking me off. I could feel his breath on my neck as he pumped me harder and harder. He got close to my ear and whispered "so big and thick, much bigger and thicker than mine". Not in some sort of sexy seductive way but matter of fact. He was right. I was bigger and thicker than he was. He was saying out loud what his mind was registering as he touched someone else's dick for the first time. He didn't touch my balls. He didn't do anything other than jack me off. It didn't take long before I busted. I didn't even really say anything. It just happened. I'm more of a dribbler than a shooter so it just kind of dribbled down his hand. I wasn't sure if he would get freaked out or what he would do. He just looked at it and then grabbed a tissue and wiped it off. I pulled up my pants and turned around to finish what we started. It was then I realized he had been jacking off the entire time he was jacking me off and then turned around and busted into the tissue he used to clean up my mess. Since he turned around I couldn't see him finish which was something I was actually interested in witnessing. I wanted to know if shot a lot or dribbled a little. Was it thick and creamy or watery. I only knew my own cum and was curious about his. Sean finished wiping his dick and then threw the tissue away. Somehow, some way Jack never woke up. Sean pulled up his pants, got back in his bed, pulled the covers up and went to sleep. I sat there processing everything that just happened. How could I possibly fall asleep. I got under the covers and before I knew it I passed out. Clearly I was spent. I didn't even think about whether Sean was being weird again. I didn't care if he was going to ignore me. I gave my first blowjob and had my first handjob. The next morning we all woke up and to my surprise, Sean acted like nothing happened. We were normal. No weirdness at all. We had breakfast with Jack, hung out and then I went home to do homework and get ready for the week. Sean didn't call me that night but when I saw him at school the next day, it was like nothing happened. We were best friends who happened to play with each other's dicks. I'll follow up with what happened next and some more stories of my friendship with Sean. It goes up and down and all around but there was fun to be had. Thanks again to everyone who read and enjoyed the first chapter. Stay tuned for chapter 3.