This the true story of my number 1 intimate encounter with my new pal. He's like 18 month younger than me.

We grew up in a rather cautious household. My mom hated that friend would come over to our house, we weren't allowed to visit Friend at their house as well so we spend the legal age of our teenage days at dwelling house with no outside contact, besides at school.

I discovered masturbation by accident and even believed that I discovered something that nobody knew. I had intimate education a few weeks before but of row they never told us about orgasm or how goodness it felt. So one night I was exploring myself by a bit with touching and discovered that I kinda felt prissy to mimic that there was something around my dick. I was rubbing myself for a very foresightful time, don't really know what to look, but I kept on going because it somehow felt better and wagerer, and then suddenly I came for the first sentence. What did just take place ?

From that day on, masturbation became a daily habit.

Some twelvemonth later, I discovered that my pal did it too.

On Fri we had our weekly rain shower. Yep, we only showered once a week, to save water mom said.

Anyway, one day I looked through the keyhole to spy on my brother coming out of the cascade. I was rummy and wanted to equate size or something. And I suddenly saw him playing with his dick and started jerking off. Completely in different way I was doing it, but nevertheless with same resultant role. The thrill of peeping, doing something naughty was probably the biggest fun. Now the strange matter was that he did that like in the paragon viewing Angle of the keyhole, I used to do it behind the exhibitioner curtain, which made me marvel if he did that on intent. So to screen my theory I dared to do it too in front of the viewing angle, and indeed I heard a tile sally and some shuffling interference outside the bathroom door. So from that present moment I knew he was watching me too. The knowledge of exposing myself turned me on a lot and probably him too, because we both kept on doing it without making it obvious we knew about each other.

Some fourth dimension later, on a schoolday evening I finished some homework and I heard my brother playing plot on the computer. We had one of those early Apple mac information processing system in the Attic. The attic was our resort area, with books and toys etc.

That evening I was dressed as common in my sweatpants, no underclothes. And like boy in their former puberty, most of the evening playing with my dick while doing homework. I didn't had an orgasm yet but I decided to go upstairs because I wanted to play some games too.

The Attic was iniquity, only the visible radiation of the computing device shined directly into his face.

He was playing one of the few plot we had on that Mac : a pinball game game. We had played this plot together before. So we already had our own rules made up : whenever the role player lost his ball, the other one had his bout to play. So we didn't have to wait long for turns.

There were 3 of these typical Andrew D. White charge plate beach chairs in front of the information processing system. He was sitting in the middle one.

So I got seated next to my pal and while he was playing the game, in the lag I covertly had my mitt in my pants. My hawkshaw was getting hard again. I thought he wouldn't poster anyway… but then he lost the plot. He stood up, to make elbow room for me, I moved to his chair. I shot a new ball and then something strange happened. In position of him taking the free chair next to me, he didn't sat down but walked around the table into the dark. Because of the promising illumination I couldn't see beyond the display. At that power point I had the feeling he was up to something. Suddenly I heard him shuffling under the board. I was already sitting on the edge of the death chair and I felt his hand softly pulling on my cincture. I immediately knew what was going to happen ( and I realised that he must sustain seen me playing with my gumshoe next to him ). So I lifted myself a bit up in the chair to make my pants slip over my ass and he pulled it right down onto my ankles.

His hand touched my hard peter and he started playing with it, softly pulling the foreskin up and down. Then I felt his affectionate brim engulfing the tip and he started swirling his tongue around. I was in heaven. This felt so good, the first off sentence being touched by somebody else. He kept going for some mo and I felt my cum stewing and making its way through the shaft of my dick. I knew I was gon na blow my load, right here right now. I wanted to give him a sign that I was about to cum so I hit the spacebar to urinate the pinball game go tilt. This was a recognisable sound so he would realize that this meant that the game was over. He removed his lip from my dick and I came violently over his hired man and on the floor.

No words were spoken. He came up from under the table, and just sat in the seat I made unfreeze for him.

I knew I had to deliver the favour. So when he started the secret plan, I stood up, walked around the table and dove under the mesa and he had his pants already down. I took his hammer into my mouth and started working on it like no tomorrow. I hadn't seen porn at that age ( this was in the'80, no internet ), so I never learned how to suck a pecker but I just did it intuitively. After a unretentive while he used the Same auditory sensation event to herald his cumming, but I do wanted to savor his cum and I took it all in my backtalk. What a thrill.

We never talked about it what happened… but it became a weekly habit. Like a tacit hint, we understood when the clock time was ripe to fool around.

And later it even happened in unsubtle daytime too, when our parents left the star sign for shopping, we sometimes just went naked to each others bedroom avoiding the pauperization to put it in words.

But after a couple on calendar month this matter disappeared, our interest went to a greater extent to girls by then.

Even though I was older than him, he brought the showtime fille to our theater and I got the hazard to spy on him fucking her in his bedroom.

As the old age went by, the undercover work and experimenting with each early didn't happen anymore. It was indeed that phase that some son go through, I guess.

I think he's probably now embarrassed about what happened back then, and we never talked about when we were grew sr..

I doubt he ever had sexual experiences with guys again, he turned out a very macho kinda guy.

Me on the contrary, I kept an open thinker and was certain that I wouldn't brain to try out more if it came along my way of life, although I always had heterosexual kinship and only felt attracted to girls.

But that 's for another story .