The following is much earlier in my history then my story "Joe" in the Adult Friends section, but I've gotten such a positive response to that one that I thought I'd give this one a try also. Within the last ten years I decided to document as many of my early sexual memories as I could before I forgot them, and just the act of writing them down has kept them very vivid to me. As a result, just like "Joe", all of the following is absolutely true, down to the last detail.
As a bit of background, I knew Gary from second grade on; he was one of the first friends I made when we moved from the City to the suburbs. Greg moved to my neighborhood in 6th grade. He lived a couple of blocks away, and through having him in my class and his getting to know my friend Gary pretty well we got to be friends, also. Greg was a sort of stocky kid with bright red hair who was always just a little goofy but always good natured. Gary was wiry and athletic, with slightly curly dark hair.
Gary
Gary and I had fooled around every now and then before Greg moved to town, starting, I'd say, in fourth grade. My parents played a lot of golf, and as a result I had a lot of afternoons free at home. Gary'd come over, and sometimes we'd look at the Playboys my Dad kept under his bed that he didn't think I knew about. Our sex play fell into a pattern--after we looked at the magazines for a while, I'd check out his crotch, or he'd check out mine, and if either of us saw a bulge there the checker would say "You got a rod?" and then the fun would start. In our earlier days, we'd generally play a game we called "Native", for which we would go down to my mother's rag basket and take out a couple of old towels which we'd attach like diapers to our nude bodies with clothespins. We'd then jump around the family room, apelike, until inevitably one or the other of us would pull off the other's "loincloth" and we would collapse in fits of laughter to the floor, fondling and rubbing each other's genitals. That's where it would end; at that time we didn't always find it necessary to get "the feeling" (which is what we called our little dry orgasms at the time). If we were more serious, and more often as we got older, we'd play a game we called "Boy and the Girl" (I think, as much as anything, to keep it from being too "homo"), which consisted of one of us laying down on my bed, fully clothed, and pretending to be asleep. The other would pretend to be a girl who just happened in and took her chance to check out a boy's equipment. If I was the "girl", I'd slowly wander over to the bed and rub the small bulge in Gary's pants, cupping his balls, and then would unzip him and pull down his pants (he would help by raising his ass off the bed, even though he was supposed to be "asleep"), leaving him in his white briefs with his hard little cock making a tent of them. I would then continue to fondle his genitals through his underwear for a few minutes until the time came when I would let the head of his cock poke out the top, rubbing it gently. Then his underwear would come down, his cock popping back up to vertical as the waistband slid by. I loved Gary's hard cock; it was on the small side, even for a fifth grader, but it was very, very hard, pointing up at least at a 45 degree angle. As I would reach slowly for it he'd usually flex it just as I got there, causing his cock to move away from my fingers--this would always crack us up (hey, we were 11). After a bit more fondling we'd switch places and I'd be the "boy", with him doing much the same exploring with me. Once we were both nude and had done our share of touching and stroking, we would "do" each other, sometimes sequentially, sometimes mutually, stroking the other's cock until "the feeling" came. It was great fun.
One day, however, I would guess when we were in 6th grade or so, Gary was telling me about his friend Bob, who he had always told me was very sexually active with anybody available (don't know why we never got together) but particularly with his older brother Jim, and Gary said that Jim had "blown" Bob over the past weekend ("blowjob" being a new, fun word and concept for us at the time). We both cracked up at the thought, but a few minutes later Gary asked me kind of quietly "So do you want to try that?" "Sure, why not?" I responded, and from that point on our games took on a new dimension. We decided to play "Boy and Girl", only this time after I exposed his hard cock from under his white briefs I leaned hesitantly down and licked the velvety head, sticking my tongue into the little hole at the tip. It tasted and felt so cool! Almost immediately I pulled his briefs down and sucked his whole extremely stiff shaft into my mouth, instinctively swirling my tongue around on the head and down to his balls. "Man, this feels really good!" he said. His cock at this time was about 3 1/2" long, with little wisps of dark hair starting at the base. Before too long his hips started pumping slowly and then I felt his dick contract and pulse rhythmically, the indication that he had gotten the "feeling". This time, though, a thin string of clear fluid seeped out of the tip after I took my mouth off. "Hey look, man! You sort of got a sperm attack!" (which is what we called ejaculating at the time, since none of us at that age had actually seen it except me when my friend Harry, who was older than us by a couple of years, jerked off for me once just to show me what sperm looked like-his body convulsions and the white stuff pouring out the end of his cock looked to me like he was having an attack of some kind). "Do me!" I demanded, and when Gary's hot, wet mouth descended over my rocklike boner I thought I saw God. My cock was about 5" then, which was pretty big for a 6th grader, but my balls were still rather small and I had no pubic hair, nor did I ejaculate when Gary brought me off with his mouth that day although the "feeling" had never been better. After that this became our standard sexual activity but then, not too long after I did start to ejaculate in early eighth grade, Gary started to seem more and more reluctant to participate, so I decided not to push the issue. That was not long before Greg became my primary sexual companion, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Gary and I stayed good friends, though, and one night when we were sophomores in high school he was over when my parents were having a party. We were up in my room with the door closed, looking at Playboys like we used to (although these were issues my father had thrown out that I had recovered and put in my private stash). There was a particularly hot spread that Gary brought to my attention, and we both looked it over closely; I was looking at Gary pretty closely too, though, and I noticed his mouth was open and he was breathing pretty heavily. There was a noticeable bulge in his crotch, so I decided to go for it, using the old opening: "So, you got a rod?" He looked at me like I had snapped him out of a fog, and said "Oh...yeah-how about you?" I actually didn't have one at all until I noticed his (I had seen the Playboy many times), at which point I felt the heaviness start in my crotch and then when he asked that question I felt the blood rush into my cock to the point that I could honestly answer "Definitely." I reached over and rubbed his bulge, noticing that his cock had gotten measurably larger since I had last touched it a few years before; he leaned back on my bed, bringing his prominent erection into full view through his pants. I rubbed it for a few minutes, seeing his hips start to rotate subtly, and he reached over and started to massage my now rock-hard dick. Without saying anything I unzipped him and pulled his cock out of his fly, jacking it slowly--he had a fully adult penis by now with a nest of dark but soft hair at the top, and his erection was very nice, still on the small side at maybe about 5 inches, but to this day it's still the hardest cock I've ever felt, and it still poked up at a 45 degree angle toward his stomach. I was very excited and hard myself; I had missed sex with Gary and had always loved the hardness of his cock--I almost couldn't believe that I was holding it again. A small drop of precome appeared at the head, and I reached down to gently tongue it off, feeling his dick throb as I touched the tip. At that point we heard laughter from downstairs, and it reminded us that we weren't alone, that either of my parents could open the door at any moment and there we would be, his hand cupping my crotch and my hand wrapped around his very hard exposed cock. I was afraid he would lose the mood and chicken out, but he said "Is there someplace we can go?" I had an idea-"How about in the bushes by the pond behind Miller's?" "Good", he said.
The house across the street backed up to a small pond and had thick evergreen bushes against an angled stone wall next to it. We snuck out of the house through the revelry (it was exciting to see, as we walked through the very bright kitchen, that the bulge in Gary's pants had not diminished) and crossed the street, then through a yard and into the bushes. No sooner were we in there than I unzipped Gary's pants and pulled them and his briefs down to his ankles, sat down on a lower stone in the wall, and pulled his hips toward my mouth. His cock stuck sharply upward, and I ran my hand along its twitching length, cupping his balls, which had also gotten much larger than the last time I had seen them. I slid his hard penis into my mouth and felt a thrill of excitement run through my body, terminating in my own hard and throbbing cock. I laved his stiff shaft and velvety head with my tongue for about a minute, feeling his hips pumping in and out. "Oh, I'm not going to be able to take much of this," he said, breathing heavily, "Let me do you." As reluctant as I was to take that excited, dripping shaft from my mouth, I was aware of an insistent urging in my groin, so we switched places as I dropped my pants and briefs to my knees and he sat on the stone. He paused a moment to touch and stroke my hardness, looking at it admiringly. "My, young man, how you've grown...," he said, "This thing is pretty cool." I felt a tingle in my balls at his statement, and as I thought about it I guess he was right; my erection was also now definitely adult-sized, a full almost 8" from crotch to tip, and my ballsac was proportional. It probably looked even bigger than it was since I only weighed about 150 pounds at the time despite being about 6'3". Though my cock, maybe because of its larger size, did not stick up past horizontal like his, it was nonetheless very solid and throbbed insistently as he drew it into his mouth, licking down the long shaft and flicking his tongue at the swollen head. I couldn't take much of this either, particularly after looking down at him in the bright moonlight sitting on the stone with my hard cock in his mouth, his pants around his ankles, and his hard dick jutting out from his lap, twitching, with a visible pearly drop of precome at the tip.
"Let's go down here," I suggested, indicating a clear spot by the shore of the pond just outside the bushes, "I don't think anybody will see us." "At this point I almost don't care," he whispered.
We lay down in a sideways sixty-nine position, our pants still around our knees, and simultaneously sucked each other's erections into our mouths, our hands on each other's hips to control the movement. I fondled his balls with my free hand as I slurped up his dripping cock. Almost immediately, his hips began rotating and thrusting into my mouth, and I'm sure I was doing the same. I knew we couldn't maintain this pace, and after only about a minute I felt the rush and tingle start in my extremities that indicated the onset of a particularly powerful orgasm, and then move agonizingly slowly toward the center of my body, causing my arms and legs to shake uncontrollably as it left them, culminating in a white-hot burst in my groin as come shot out of my engorged dickhead into his mouth. I had noticed he was trembling too, and most exciting of all, just a fraction after I felt my come jet out I felt his cock swell and throb strongly in my mouth, and then fill it with a hot burst of his come, followed by a second, third and fourth before it slowed to a flow. We both drank it all down, which we had never done before. It was incredibly exciting to think that my orgasm had triggered his, and to this day I've never had a more satisfying mutual orgasm with anybody, man or woman. As we both reluctantly allowed each other's softening cocks to drop out of our mouths, we looked at each other and smiled, almost simultaneously saying "Wow!"
Gary and I only sucked each other off once more after that, which kind of surprised me since that time was so good, but we stayed friends. One night we went out to hear a band when we were in our early 20s, during the time I was going through my first divorce, and he stayed over because he was too drunk to drive. I had hoped that something might happen, but he was too drunk to follow my suggestion, so I let it go. In the morning I was up when he got up to use the bathroom, and I watched in the mirror through the half-open door as he finished his morning piss and turned toward the sink, his morning three-quarter hard cock displayed fully in the mirror. I jerked off twice that day at the mental picture after he left.
Greg
I don't remember how the subject of sex came up between Greg and I the first time, but I must have had a knack for getting my friends to take their clothes off, because it seems like I had some sort of sex with a lot of them in the period between 4th grade and mid-high school. It may be as simple as having an unusual amount of time in the house by myself (for previously explained reasons) and having basically unrestrained access to my dad's Playboys. I learned at the time that for the most part if you got a boy between the ages of 8 and 16 aroused to a sufficient degree, they were more than willing to do things they might not consider otherwise (I think the difference between me and some of my friends was that I was pretty much always willing to do anything that involved my cock without the need of being aroused first). But I digress. Greg and I had fooled around once during the latter part of sixth grade, but pretty much all I remember about that time was being fascinated by his equipment. Greg had the first uncircumcised cock I had ever seen, and it was amazing to be able to slide all that extra skin back and forth along the hard shaft. He had a nice hairless cock otherwise, about 4", with a slight upward curve when hard. We played with each other and had satisfying dry orgasms, but otherwise my recall is hazy.
My vivid memories of Greg, though, didn't start until freshman year of high school. We had remained casual friends, and he was in gym class with me in the first semester so I got to see him in the showers. What a difference a couple of years made! His soft cock was now about as long as it used to be when hard, and topped by a thin forest of light red hair. The most obvious change was underneath, however, with a sack hanging down about 4" from the base of his dick, holding two big balls about the size of eggs. I had noticed him adjusting himself frequently the summer before and thought it was just a habit, but now saw that balls that large would probably be at least a little uncomfortable. I made a mental note to have him over the next time my parents were out.
That opportunity came the next Saturday after I saw him in the locker room. My parents, cooperatively, were at a golf outing (the best part of golf from my perspective being that it takes so damn long), and when I called he said he'd be right over. We screwed around with model cars for a while, and then started doing strange walks and laughing. When he mimed a walk holding a paper towel tube in front of his groin, I saw my opening. "So is that actual size?" I joked. "Nah!" he replied, "Too small." "Yeah, right," I said, "Let's see." Almost immediately he began unbuckling his belt and dropped his pants and briefs to the floor, his already half-hard cock lengthening and thickening quickly as he stood there until within 30 seconds of the time his pants hit the floor it was rock hard and protruding out in front of him like a sword. It was almost seven inches long and two inches across, maintaining its slight upward curve, and the foreskin pulled back as it erected until only half the head was covered at full staff. My mouth went dry, then started to water. It had been almost a year since I had had sex other than with my own hand, and it was very exciting to see this splendid display of male equipment in such an aroused state, ready for action. "You've grown a bit, my boy," I said jokingly. "Yeah," he replied, "It seems like all of a sudden last summer my cock grew at least an inch and all my underwear got too tight." He fondled his erection as he was talking, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the bright pink head fully. "May I?" I asked, as I extended a hand toward his cock. "Be my guest," he responded, thrusting his hips toward me.
I felt my hand fill with his hard, hot cock and immediately started to jack it back and forth. If you've never jacked off an uncircumcised cock I highly recommend it; the skin slides so smoothly over the shaft that it's like rubbing two pieces of silk together. I sat on the adjacent bed as I did this and examined how it worked; the skin when pulled forward would almost totally cover the head, and when pulled back would completely expose it. I could only imagine the sensitivity of his cockhead, which was very red and unlike a circumsized one would be covered most of the time and not accustomed to being rubbed on underwear, pant legs, etc. I asked him about this and he said it was true; the head of his cock was so sensitive that it was almost painful to touch it directly when it was hard. I, of course, did just that as I pulled the skin back, and saw him wince a bit as I rubbed my finger across the tip. "Does that hurt?" I asked. "It's hard to say, really," he replied, "It's like right between feeling so good you can't stand it and pain. When the skin rubs across it, though, it feels soooo good you can't believe it--I don't usually last too long when I jag off, and it feels...ohhhh...even better... when you do it.... UUUUUHHHHHH!!!!!!"
As if to prove his point, at that moment his hips thrust forward and he shot a geyser of come like I had never seen. My own orgasms had just started being accompanied by semen within the last year; Gary's, the last I saw him come almost a year ago, were just more than a trickle of almost clear fluid, and as I noted my friend Harry's just sort of poured out the end. This, though, was a true ejaculation--thick, white come shot out of the head of his cock at least two feet, and was followed by three or four almost equally copious jets of juice. "Whoa, man!" I said in amazement, "Look at all that stuff!" Greg's head was kind of thrown back at the time as he was not quite finished with this intense orgasm when I said that, but he looked down and smiled and said "It kind of freaked me out at first--seemed like one week, nothing, next week, trickle, next week, big mess." "When was the last time you jagged off?" I asked. "You know," he replied, "It makes such a mess I don't really do it that much-maybe a week or two." His cock was softening now, the foreskin closing over the head as it did, but a few drips of come continued to leak out as he and I used several tissues to clean up. At this point he noticed that I still had my pants on, and said "So let's see yours."
I was more than happy to oblige; this awesome sexual display had me hard as stone and dripping. I dropped my pants and he grabbed my solid then-almost 8 incher, saying "Hey, this is bigger than the last time I saw it, too -- nice. I like the difference in how they look," referring to his own uncut penis. I lay back on the bed and he jacked me vigorously as I fondled his half-hard cock. I knew it wouldn't be long after what I'd seen, and it wasn't; within 2 minutes I was blowing a fairly large load for me, but which still consisted of one initial spurt followed by the remainder of the ejaculate pouring out the end of my cock. I either jerked off too often or I just wasn't a "shooter", and I envied Greg his ability.
We got together fairly frequently after that-- almost every time my parents were out my first thought was sex. My first preference was always Gary, actually, probably because sex with him was so infrequent and I took his reluctance as sort of a challenge, but I did love that very hard little cock of his. Greg's goofiness was also a little bit of a turnoff, but he was almost always around and was a "sure thing"--I knew if I had him over when my parents were out we would definitely have sex. I enjoyed the fact that all I ever had to do was say "Let me see it", with no preface whatsoever, and he'd start unbuckling his belt; it was consistently intriguing to me how his cock was almost always nearly fully hard by the time it popped out of his briefs. I think the only time I ever saw it soft was in gym class. It was obvious that he also knew what we were going to do when he came over if my parents were out and it was sort of a turn-on that the thought of sex with me obviously got him going to that extent, but it was a little frustrating because I wanted to see his cock in the process of becoming erect like the first time--I was fascinated by how the foreskin would pull back as it got fully hard, allowing the swollen head to peek out. Maybe another reason I preferred Gary was that Greg was not that interested in oral sex, which I absolutely loved and which Gary and I had become rather good at before his reluctance started. I'm not sure whether he didn't enjoy sucking me or if the head of his cock was just too sensitive, but Greg and I only tried it once or twice, and not to the point of orgasm. I think he might have drowned me anyway, and giving him hand-jobs was plenty of fun on its own.
I remember one time in particular when we were up in my room with the door closed when my parents were home. We were on my bed listening to music and bullshitting. Greg had on fairly tight tan cut-offs, and the way he was sitting made his male package stand out quite prominently. After a time of checking it out, I couldn't help but reach over and grab it; he just looked at me and smiled. I loved the way his substantial equipment filled my whole hand, and I began to massage his balls with a circular motion. Of course, almost immediately I could feel his cock start to swell and throb, and within a half minute it was visibly extended across the top of his shorts from zipper to hip. I moved my hand over the length of his cock and slowly traced the outline of it, seeing it give a noticeable jump when I reached the head, then began rubbing all of it back and forth with the flat of my hand. He stared at his crotch with his mouth slightly open as I was doing this, every now and then looking up at me with sort of a spacey smile. Well, you know I couldn't stop there; I tried to reach up the leg of his shorts, but they were too tight.
At that point I jumped off the bed and went to the door, opening it a crack to check on the whereabouts of my parents, and ensuring that they were nowhere in sight I closed the door and jumped back on the bed to resume my fondling. After a minute, I reached for his zipper and pulled it down, simultaneously undoing the button and his belt, then pulling his shorts and underwear down just past his ass and allowing his hard cock to spring free. It bobbed up above his stomach, bouncing slightly with each heartbeat, and as I touched it and started to stroke the smooth foreskin up and down the shaft it noticeably hardened even more in my grasp. I had gotten so that I was fairly in tune with Greg's progress toward orgasm, and knew that generally he would come within only about a minute of serious stroking, so I deliberately held off any sort of rhythmic motion for a while. I also liked to bring him to the brink of coming and then back off for a while, knowing that made him come all the harder when he did. Risky as it was, that was my plan tonight, and I slowly jacked him up and down, just below critical speed, for about a minute, then removed my hand and traced down the length of his cock with my fingertip, starting at the head and then down the underside where I concluded by cupping his large, come-swollen balls and rotating my hand around. Greg loved to have his big balls fondled, and his cock straightened up when I did so. I then traced back up the bottom of his cock, which jerked extra-stiff when my fingertip reached the head, then folded my hand around the engorged shaft again and jerked it up and down at a speed which must have been infuriatingly slow to him.
At that moment I heard my parents talking at the bottom of the stairs and I froze, not sure what to do, my hand encircling his cock, which throbbed in my grasp. I didn't want to stop and I know Greg didn't want me to stop, but it occurred to me that doing this while my parents were home was very, very, risky considering my door didn't lock. My mom called out to me, "Are you coming down soon? There are some things that you need to do." I resumed my slow stroking when it appeared they weren't imminently coming in the door, replying "Yeah, I'll be down shortly." When there was no reply I stopped my slow hand job and again traced the length of his dick, seeing it bob and twitch with every small movement of my hand. "Do you think we should stop?" I asked Greg, a little worried about getting caught, but as I became aware of the look on his face and the condition of his cock I knew what his answer would be: "No, no, you gotta just finish me off, man....I'm real close," he said--I don't think he would have cared at this point if HIS mom was in the room. With how we started (fondling him through his shorts) and the interruption of my mom, I had kept up my slow stroking and fondling for much longer than usual with Greg (who, as I said, usually would come within about a minute) and I could see that it was literally torturing him. His usually smiling face looked very serious, his mouth was open and he was breathing very heavily, and with every trace of my finger his heavily engorged penis would throb violently and jump literally two inches. I knew from this that he was agonizingly close to coming--all I would have to do would be to give a couple of quick pulls on his cock--but I was unsure of what my parents were up to. It was one thing to hear them coming and quickly get pants up and squared away, but quite another to hear them coming while Greg was in the middle of shooting out giant jets of semen that couldn't be stopped by the armed forces. While I mulled this over I was absentmindedly jerking him off 1-2-3-4 pause, 1-2-3-4 pause, which was driving him crazy--his eyes were closed, his body was absolutely rigid and quivering, his fingers gripping the bed as if it was going to tip him onto the floor, and his cockhead was purple and huge to the point that it was more difficult to slide his foreskin over it, dripping precome (which he usually didn't do). The sight of someone so obviously lost in sexual ecstasy/frustration was a huge turn-on and made my decision for me, so I figured what the hell and gripped his penis tightly, gliding his velvety foreskin up and down at a medium tempo. Each time it slid back over his obscenely swollen cockhead a drip of juice fell onto his stomach. After no more than 5 or 6 strokes his body started to shake and he grabbed the bed even tighter, his oversized balls drew up in their sack and I felt his cock pulse strongly in my hand, shooting a massive stream of come out of his cockhead at least three feet in the air, landing on his upper chest and neck; then pulse again even stronger, this shot landing on my bedspread next to his head; again about two feet in the air and landing on his lower chest; again on his chest; again landing in his navel; again in his navel, and then a long stream poured out into his red pubic hair for about ten continuous seconds. I didn't imagine a body could contain so much come, but I guess that was explained by his outsized balls. I LOVED the feel of his cock as it was shooting-- the contractions were very powerful and probably were the cause of the amazing distance of his ejaculations. I quickly got up off the bed in a sexual frenzy, dropped my pants to my knees, and with 15 or 20 savage strokes dribbled a reasonable amount of my own teenage come onto his stomach and still three-quarters hard and dripping cock as he lay there in recovery. After my orgasm had passed, I became paranoid again and pulled a fistful of tissue out of the box and threw them on his chest for his use, doing my best to clean off both of our wet, sticky cocks before my parents could bust in. He looked at me and smiled, and we both totally cracked up as we cleaned. We would have been busted anyway even if it had all been cleaned up since I'm sure the room absolutely reeked of semen, but that never entered our minds.
Greg and I continued to have periodic sex until we both got girlfriends well into senior year and though I continued to see him fairly often until he moved to Texas some 5 years after that, we never did it again and I'm not sure why, because he was one of the most willing sex partners I ever had. I saw him again when we were in our early 30's at a business event when we were both away from our wives, and I seriously thought of suggesting that we go back to one of our hotel rooms to fool around, but I didn't, and I still regret it to this day. I've been married several times since my early 20's, but lucky enough to have had a couple of male friends during that period who were similarly open-minded. There's sometimes no substitute for a hand or mouth full of a hot hard cock, and those who think otherwise are missing out.