A teenage boy is able to connect more closely with a friend
This is a true story that actually happened in to me. The names have been changed to protect both my and my friend's identity. Also this is my first story, so let me know what I can improve on. It's kind of a slow start, but I wanted to tell it exactly how it happened, so here goes nothing:
Let me give you a little background information on myself. My name is Jason Stallerson. I am 5'11" with brown hair and bright blue eyes. I make straight A's and am very involved in school and karate. I'm what you'd call an over achiever. I normally consider myself very religious, though in this point in my life I really wasn't thinking much of it. I've always been worried about my sexuality. I had been watching gay porn for about a year and had even tried anal masturbation several times. Once I had started that, I was even more worried because I didn't want to stop. I had never really thought about doing anything with a guy, because I didn't want to believe I was gay, or bisexual, or anything. I've always wanted to live the American dream: a beautiful wife with several kids, and be straight and happy like everyone else. Easy enough right? But what if I'm not like everyone else? I'm not fully gay, but I know I'm not fully straight either. Where I begin the story, I would have shuddered to think that I would actually go do stuff with another guy.
So now that we're all caught up, let's go on with the story. It all started back to this past summer. I went to spend the night at my friend Jared Farrmer's house. We had known each other since 5th grade, had taken karate together, and now we were fifteen, and approaching sophomores in high school. We were sitting in his basement around midnight, talking. about everything from school to girlfriends. Eventually, our conversations turned to porn. " Damn, I love it when they're covered in oil," said Jared. We were looking at pictures of naked women in all sorts of positions. "Dude, have you ever seen any double penetration videos?" I asked. He shook his head no. "That stuff really turns me on. I really love to see them getting fucked by two guys at the same time." I replied. By now we had grown huge erections. Even though we weren't hiding them, we didn't expose them with each of us thinking the other was completely straight.
After a while I went upstairs to go use their bathroom. When I came back down, I walked up to see Jared with his dick out in the open, and slowly wanking off to those pictures. This was the first time I had ever seen his dick, but it was certainly not the last. I wish I could've watched longer, but he heard me coming and quickly put it back in his sweat pants before he thought I saw it. I sat back down, didn't say anything and we continued on looking at numerous pictures on our iPods. We learned what turned the other on, and what he disliked that made him go flaccid. During this conversation came up the topic about gay sex. "Dude, I don't know about that stuff, it's just not right." I said, trying to convince him and myself that I was completely straight. "Tell me about it," Jared replied," it's just so disgusting. I could never let another guy in my ass." This kind of made me feel like if I ever told him about my predicament he'd instantly hate me.
By this point, we were both so horny just from finally being able to freely talk about sex with someone else for the first time in our teenage lives. "I need to go, uh, relieve myself if you know what I mean." "I hear that,"he replied,"I'll just stay here and finish up." "Do you need a paper towel or anything?" I asked awkwardly. "Nah, I'm good." was his reply. I went into their downstairs bathroom which was in adjacent to the room where we were , and pulled down my pants. As I began to rapidly beat my already hard dick, my thoughts wandered to the other side of the door where I knew he was doing the exact same thing. I could vividly picture him wacking off his huge dick and wished so badly that it was my dick he was stroking with his soft white hands. Because I was standing it took awhile, but I finally came in the toilet. It wasnt the most intense orgasm, but it was enough to quell the raging fire within me, and keep me sane.
As I washed my hands I figured,"He should be done by now." I peeked out a whole in the door where the doorknob should've been (there wasn't one) thinking he was finished, but I wanted to make sure just so I didn't walk in on him. However, he was still stroking away on his long hard dick. Though I wanted so badly to look, I pulled myself away. "He's your best friend," I told myself," you shouldn't be watching him like some perverted stalker." I laughed at myself and waited several more minutes in the bathroom before coming out, whether he was done or not. Luckily he was finished and it was in his pants when I walked out. As I sat down I said,"Man, I was about to burst. I don't think I could've held up any longer." "For real," he said," that was so intense. Jason, we're gonna have to do this again." "Yeah," I agreed, "really soon." Little did I know this was only the start of something that would go far beyond what I expected.