I had my first male experience when I was younger. There was a guy who lived a few houses from me. He had a really great sports car, and it was summer, and one morning bhe was out washing his car. He was there in the driveway, barefoot, with no shirt, and just wearing shorts. I stopped and talked to him. While we were standing there, a young woman happened to walk by on the sidewalk. She was wearing shorts and sandals and a skimpy halter top, obviously without a bra. Of course he noticed shyly so did I.
Anyway, he finished rinsing off his car, and we went inside for something cold to drink. We went and sat on the sofa, and he started talking about the girl we had seen walking by, saying how big and full her tits had been, and how he could see her nipples sticking out, and why he liked summer so much because of seeing half naked girls. I agreed how attractive and sexy she had been, mentioning how I had seen her nipples, too. Then he grinned and said how just thinking about all of that was really giving him a boner. I wasn't used to talking about stuff like that with anyone, and I felt self-conscious because it was giving me an erection.
He rolled his eyes and complained about how big and stiff his boner was. Then, without getting up, he tugged at the elastic waistband of his shorts, pulling them down to reveal the boner that he had. I had never really seen another guy with an erection before, so I was naturally wide-eyed and surprised over his doing that. His boner was red and looked huge. He laughed, and I could tell that he was enjoying the fun of showing me that. Then he asked if my dick was hard. I blushed and admitted that it was, so he said for me to take down my shorts to let him see. I was naturally self-conscious and modest, but I didn't want to look like a prude, so I took my cut-offs down and showed him my hard dick, which was sticking up very stiff. It was fun and exciting doing that, and he complimented me on what a nice dick I had, and I told him what a nice and very big boner he had. He said again how stiff his was, and told me to have a feel. So I slipped my hand over and wrapped my fingers around the shaft. The skin was very smooth, and underneath it felt extremeely firm. It was pretty exciting actually getting to feel his dick. While I was holding his, he reached over to take a hold of mine to feel and gently pull up and down on. He said how it would be nice if we were both just naked since we didn't have to be embarrassed with each other, so we got our clothes off, and that was exciting, too. We sat on the sofa feeling each others erection. He told me how good it felt as I pulled up and down on his, so I continued doing that, enjoying stimulating him. I watched as the swollen head became bigger and shining smooth, and a darker shade of purple red. This was really making my dick so hard! He told me not to stop, and then after a minute more, he groaned and ejaculated. I watched the creamy semen squirt out in these big pulses and he groaned some more. I was amazed that I could get him to do this.
When he finished and had recovered some, he resumed stroking my erection. I was so unbelievably turned n, that it took me less than a minute to ejaculte with the most intense orgasm that I had ever had! I just kept squirting these big long streams and it was fantastic.
Well, we cleaned up our wet excess, smiling and saying how good it had felt doing that and with each other. I was still understandably feeling a little shy and modest, but when he said how I would have to come back and be naked at his house with him, and we could have some more fun, I was all for it. I can tell you, that summer I had more fun and enjoyable naked moments at his house, and it continued for a year after that. I never did become Gay because of that, although I went on to have several more male experience with a friend or two. Yet, it was never as fun or as exciting as those times. Fond memories!