My First Experience
My first, and only experience with another guy, was when I was 14. My good friend, and next door neighbor, seduced me at his family’s lake house. They had a good size house, but it wasn’t 100% finished which made for slightly cramped sleeping arrangements. The adults and their own bedrooms on the first floor but the children had to sleep in the large attic space, on two separate queen size beds, that would eventually make up the second floor finished bedroom. His sister and her friend shared a bed on one side of the room and David and I shared a bed on the opposite side.
One night, after we all turned in and the bedroom was completely dark, I felt his hand touch my thigh while we were both lying on our backs. I immediately pushed his hand back to his side of the bed thinking that he was simply moving in his sleep, but not soon after his hand came back. Once again I pushed it away from me, slightly annoyed. After several times of him touching me and gaining more ground on my body, I felt his fingers wrap around my cock. It shocked me and I shoved his hand back more forcefully this time, but no words were ever exchanged. I was laying there in the dark slightly irritated but excited at the same time. At that age I hadn’t yet been with a girl, and the only hand on me had always been my own. His warm hand on me felt foreign, and for the brief moment in time, it actually felt good. I was laying there in the dark, for what felt like forever, secretly hoping for a return visit. His hand crept back and I fought back the urge to fend him off again while his fingers explored my dick and my balls over the top of my shorts. I totally gave in to his exploration. His hand gently stroking my shaft and fondling my balls hand sent me to heaven. It got even better when he found his way under my shorts with no material separating us. I was very aroused and I didn’t think there was anything wrong with feeling that way. After a while he pulled his hand out of my shorts, took me by my hand and put it under his shorts, right on top of his hard on. I instantly loved feeling his hard cock. It was almost surreal feeling a dick that wasn’t mine and it had an intoxicating effect on me. I stroked him slowly, feeling my way from his shaft to his soft, warm balls and back to his cock again. We traded feeling each other up for what seemed like hours. Two boys breathing heavy and reveling in the warmth of a new experience. We never made each other cum, just up to the edge. That experience would happen at another time because, as I’ve said, we were neighbors and we had many “sleepovers” throughout the next couple of years
