I was around 14 or so when I first started fooling around, with another boy. His name was Toby and he lived a block over in a big two story house with his grandmother. It was very organic, how we began, just natural curiosity and experimentation between two best friends. Because his grandmother was extremely hard of hearing and restricted to the first floor of the house, unable to climb stairs, I usually spent the night at his house, where we could smoke weed up in his room and play music loud as we wanted. With total run of the upstairs we did whatever we wanted with no fear of interruption. I always slept in his bed with him, something neither considered of any consequence, and had grown used to waking up tangled up in the sheets with him in nothing but our boxer-briefs. I actually enjoyed waking up pressed against him, all warm and silky against each other.
I had never thought of anything we did as gay or anything, for me, at least, it was just pleasurable, even when, before going to sleep I would sometimes run my hand over his belly as I drifted off. I didn't think of it as sexual, just pleasurable, and it seemed he did too. There were times when he would pull my hand over, but it on his stomach and then close his eyes smiling. As time went on, I began to feel something for Toby, some deep feelings and I began thinking rather wicked thoughts. I still didn't see it as gay, but instead as a form of intimacy between best friends. I only thought this way with him and no one else. But I didn't know how he really felt, until one night he showed me.
We were in bed, smoking a joint and listening to some music turned down low and enjoying each others warmth. It was raining outside, a torrential downpour and the room was icy. Toby put out the roach in the ashtray on the nightstand, then rolled over quickly, giving an exaggerated shiver and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight against him. Arms and legs entwined we clutched each other close, so close I could feel his hot breath on my lips. I looked into his eyes for a long time, very aware of his genitals pressing against my thigh.
'Take these off' Toby whispered lightly snapping the waistband of my boxer-briefs. I pulled away, looking at him, trying to see if he was serious. He showed me he was by pulling off his, tossing the aside, then leaned back, waiting. I hesitated for a second then pulled off mine, throwing them on top of his. I had never seen my friend naked before, had never been naked in front of someone else, and I was shaking with nervousness. I was surprised to see he was trembling also, and that made it easier. We stared at each others naked body in the dim light of a streetlamp shining through the window. We were very similar, both ginger, with smooth bodies that leaned a little to the heavy side, skin pale. We differed only between our legs, mine own cock stubby, only two inches in its flaccid state with a heavy foreskin that was non-retractable when erect and fat round balls held up tight, while his cut cock was six inches long soft and he had low-hanging balls. Then the cold got to us and we pulled each other close again.
The new sensation of nakedness, nude bodies pressed together was incredible. We held each other tightly, slowly grinding our genitals together, Again I felt his hot breath on my lips as we explored each others nude male body, my own breath getting heavier. I was totally swept up by the experience, the sensations and was almost expecting it when suddenly Toby pressed his lips to mine. As soon as our mouths met I lost it, kissing him hard back. Our tongues entwining, bodies grinding, I felt my cock grow hard, just as his did against me, and without thinking I reached down between us and took his cock in my hand, eliciting a groan from Toby who in turn curled his fingers around mine. I had never made out with anyone before, not even a girl much less another boy, and it was overwhelming, along with stroking my friends cock. We played with each others cock for a long time, making out crazily as we stroked the others cock. Then suddenly Toby groaned and arched his back, letting go of my cock and knocking my hand away, replacing it with his own and a long thick stream of white fluid shot from the head of his cock and laid a line from his right nipple to his belly button, followed by another and another. Stroking my own dick I exploded spraying jizz all over my chest and stomach. When it was over we lay there breathing hard, bodies covered in cum, spent cocks hanging between our legs oozing semen onto the bedsheet. I had been jerking off for sometime but had never had an orgasm like that!!!
We pressed our cum-sticky bodies together, kissed and drifted off to sleep, or at least Toby did. I stayed awake thinking, trying to figure out what I wanted out of our relationship. It had certainly changed, nit that I was complaining, but the implications were heady. Like I said, I never thought of anything we did as gay, until now. Was I gay? Was Toby? Was it innocent experimentation? I didn't know, though thought it likely we were both gay, or so I hoped I think. I liked the idea of having a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend, there was a certain aspect to it, like a dirty little secret that gave me a thrill. Of course I also realized that having a boyfriend meant there were things that would be expected or at least implied. I thought about it long and hard and decided I was okay with whatever happened, no matter what it was, though I still didn't know how Toby felt. Maybe this was a one time thing with him, I hoped not but it was still a possibility. Even so I was willing to see it out, all the way through.
As it turned out we made out and jerked each other off on a regular basis after that night, going straight to Toby's house every day after school and getting naked on his bed. This went on for a couple of weeks and we developed a closeness we hadn't had before, often sneaking kisses at school. I started having thoughts that were exciting and the source of fear, I couldn't stop thinking about them and it was hard to refrain from acting on them. I wasn't sure how Toby would react and that kept me from expressing myself until one day we were making out and stroking cocks and I suddenly found myself pushing Toby on his back. He looked at me questioningly, and I gave a slight smile before moving down and laying between his legs. He gave a huge grin when I took hold of his cock and stood it up in front of my lips. Then ever so slowly I moved my lips to the fat head of his cock and took him into my mouth

To be concluded