It all started when I was 14, with my best friend Jake...
For about a year or so, since eighth grade, my best friend Jake and I had been exploring the wonders of drinking and partying together. My older brother, a senior in highschool, liked to have parties out at the ranch we lived on, so we had easy access. We had a small, one room bunkhouse about two hundred yards from our house where we could have parties without our parents thinking anything bad was going on. On a usual night, we would party until about midnight, until we were well beyond tipsy, but not too drunk, and then stumble up to the house and go to sleep. Sometimes we would look at some porn or something, or talk about sex, but it was always just for the sake of being guys. Boys will be boys, they say. But one night, about three or four weeks after Jake’s birthday, the night proved to be anything but a usual night.
It started like any other party, all of my brother’s friends drinking and dancing, and me and Jake just blending in. A few girls invited us over to the table they were sitting at and we all started playing “Waterfall”, our favorite drinking game. As time went by, we were getting more and more watered down, and finally, around 1:30, decided we should go up to the house. “One more beer,” Jake insisted, already staggering over to the fridge. “Okay,” I said, “Just one more.” We chugged the beers and started walking up the road to my house.
“Hey Alex,” Jake said, “Do you ever think about sex?”
What a stupid question, I thought. Of course I did. I was a teenage boy. We all did, and we had talked about this before. He knew that. So why was he bringing it up now, walking home, hammered as hell?
“Of course I do, you know that.” I said. “Why do you ask?”
By this time we were entering my house, headed to my room.
“Well, I was just thinking... wondering really. How often do you masturbate?”
It was a pretty embarassing question, but I figured, what the hell, we were both pretty damn drunk, I could always just blame it on the liquor.
“Pretty often,” I replied, “Usually about once a day.”
“You’ve gotta check out this site I found.” He said, swaying as he spoke. We were in my room now. He walked over to my computer and sat down, typing an adress into my browser. I could see his dick starting to harden in his jeans, and for some strange reason, it was kind of turning me on. This is weird, I thought. I tried to ignore the feeling, knowing good and well that I wasn’t gay. I was about to be very surprised.
I looked over to the computer and on it there was a gay site, with guys sucking cocks, and ass-fucking, and everything! This was really starting to make me feel uneasy.
“Dude, what the hell is that?” I said, trying to sound cool about it.
“Just trust me, it looks weird, but I think you’ll be surprised at how much this stuff can turn you on.” He said. “Besides, we’re drunk as hell. It’s just the liquor telling us we like it anyway.”
The wheels started turning inside my head. Maybe this was just because I was drunk, I thought to myself. Maybe this isn’t so weird afterall. Besides, it’s not like I’m gay or anything.
I sat down next to him.
“Show me some more.” I said.
“Alright,” he said, “But I’ve got to take care of something first.”
He took off his shirt, revealing a nice lean six pack, then reached down to his pants, and I couldn’t believe my eyes as he unzipped them and took out his hard, 5 inch dick. It looked so hot, seeing him there without his shirt, his dick exposed in all its glory. What the hell, I thought. I’m drunk, he knows that. I probably won’t even remember this in the morning. I looked at it, wondering if I dared to say what was on my mind.
“Can I touch it?” I asked. “I mean, just to compare. I’ve never seen another guy’s dick before.” I said it calmly, even though my heart was beating a million times a minute. I didn’t want him to think I was gay or anything weird like that.
“Ya, if you want to.” He replied. “Just one thing. I want to touch yours too.”
This totally caught me by surprise, and all of the sudden I got really nervous. What would he think of mine, I thought. Will he think I’m normal, or will he even like it. I decided to give it a shot.
“Okay.” I took off my shorts, sitting there in just my boxers.
“Take those off too.” He said.
Nervously I took off my shorts and sat there, naked, beside him.
I reached for his dick, and cupped my hand around it. It felt so good in my hand, so smooth and warm, standing at the ready for more action. I started to slowly move my hand up and down on it, and as I did, he let out a soft, low moan. He reached over and grabbed my dick with one hand, and cupped my balls with the other. He started to massage them, and it felt so good.
“Lay down.” He said, as we moved over to my bed. I did as he said, and he moved his head down to my crotch. He slowly licked around my thighs, moving towards my balls. The moment he flicked his warm tongue across them I inhaled sharply. It felt so good, his expert tongue carressing my balls. He moved up to my dick, licking around the base and then took the whole thing into his mouth. I was in heaven, with his warm, wet mouth bobbing slowly up and down my shaft, his tongue paying special attention to the head. He let up and kissed me passionately on the lips.
I was savoring his soft lips as he said, “Return the favor.”
We got into a 69 position, and I eagerly took his dick into my mouth. It was so smooth, and tasted so good. I could smell the musky scent I have come to associate with him, as I sucked up and down, and he did the same to me. We increased the speed until we were both about to cum. All of the sudden, he stuck his finger into my ass. That sent me over the edge. My dick hardened up, and so did his, still in my mouth. I couldn’t take it anymore. I kicked my legs, spasming uncontrollably as I flooded his mouth with cum, and my own mouth was filled with his warm sperm. I licked every drop up, savoring the creamy texture, and thought to myself, maybe this whole gay thing isn’t too bad.
We got under the covers and snuggled up for a long night’s sleep.