If you 're interested in adolescent bi explorations, read on. This is based on a confessedly story, with names changed and time events compressed to hit for a safe and more readable story. Enjoy !

We were all going to high school. There were five of us : Mike, Hal, Tony, Rebel, and me. We were the distinctive 14 year olds : horny and wanting a girlfriend. We all jerked off in private, I'm for certain, but none of us would accommodate it. I also thought that at to the lowest degree some of us would have jerked each early off, or to a greater extent, if we weren't so scared of what the others would think if they found out, so we never did anything. That is until the sleepover.

It was summer, and we were out of school day for the summer vacation. Next year we were going to high school, but some of us were going to a unlike school, and deep down we knew that we were going to eventually go our separate style. So we were hanging out with each other every prospect we got. We decided to do a sleepover in a collapsible shelter in Johnny's backyard. It was the suburbs, but the one thousand was big and pretty secluded with tree diagram all around. We had a Brobdingnagian collapsible shelter that fit us all and a clustering of junk. We all brought our own sleeping bags and then shared bringing former stuff : a radio/tape player, cards, pop, dust food, and some games ( croquet, yard darts, etc. ) We set up the tent before dinner, and then ate in Johnny's house. His mom had cooked us a crew of spaghetti and some cake for dessert. After eating, we went out back. We didn't look like playing croquet, but we played with the lawn darts until it got dark and Hal almost got impaled by a flit thrown by Mike !

We then retreated to our tent and turned on our flashlights. We listened to some air and played poster for a while, and then Mike pulled out a Playboy magazine. He told us he got it from his dad. We pored through the varlet, checking out all the playmates and the comics, but not the article ! Then Tony pulled out a Penthouse, which at that time was a bit more risqué, and we went through it, checking out the cleaning woman with their pussies exposed. We also read the letters and laughed nervously at a level with some bisexual escapades. Even though our tent was stocked with rubble intellectual nourishment and soda water, we still decided we needed to go to 7-11 for slurpees. It was about midnight, so we snuck out of the backyard and walked the Admiralty mile and a half to the 7-11. Along the way we talked about highschool schooling next year and all the young lady we'd particular date. None of us had really had sex yet, but some had kissed some girl and copped some feels. The narration were told, and we all talked about how much we would love to run into some girls at 7-11 doing the Saami thing we were. Of course, we didn't, and to urinate it unfit, the Slurpee machine was busted. We bought some confect, and then headed back. It was about 2 in the morning when we got back to the tent and decided to go to sleep.

It was there, in the night, that I started visualizing the woman in the magazines and got a raging hard on. I laid there, slowly, and quietly, stroking my cock. I sat up to seem around the collapsible shelter, and saw everyone spread out, only partly under their quiescence bags. We all had our own bags, but they were too warm for the summer night, so they all were open to different arcdegree. No one else was stirring, and I sat up for quite some prison term peering around the collapsible shelter, waiting to see if anyone stirred. I had a raging hard on, and wanted to hitch off, but I also started to fantasize about one of the hombre and me pulling on each other's dick. Earlier, I had noticed everyone squirming around when we were checking out the cartridge clip, and I'm certainly I caught some of them, especially Johnny Reb, rearranging themselves more than once. I knew they had been turned on by the exposure, and given the opportunity would have jerked off, but I didn't know if any of them would bear wanted to twitch off right there with the rest of us watching. We just hadn't ever talked about it much less done it in front of each other. And so there I was, looking at Johnny Reb succeeding to me, snoring lightly, with his sleeping bag slightly flipped spread at his shank. I could just see the waistband of his shortstop, and his belly and chest rising and sinking slowly with his breathing. I thought of what his pecker might calculate like lying against his belly and my peter ached all the more. I started to call up about playing with his shaft, or someone else's for that subject, while he slept, and wondered if I could get away with it. I then figured that I could at to the lowest degree starting signal to catch a feel while he slept, and if he awoke, I could lie down quickly and act like I was asleep. I figured he would either call up it was a dream or be ineffective to secern who had been playing with him. So I reached over and carefully pulled his sleeping bag back more so that I could see More of him. He seemed to have got a semi-hard on under his shorts and I stayed there slowly stroking my cock while staring at his crotch working up the nerve. I then decided to lie back down on my sleeping bag and"accidentally"put my hand on his belly when I rolled over"in my sleep."I didn't know if he really was departed, or how benumbed he was. I figured he was asleep since he hadn't stirred when I opened his sleeping bag more, or if he was, he too was curious but wouldn't admit it. Just the Saami, I wanted to be dependable. I placed my arm and hand on his belly, just above his belly push button, and he didn't stir. I started to move my hand slowly across his belly, just above his shorts'waistline. Again, no sign of stirring ! Then I slowly and gently slipped a duad of fingers under his shorts'waistband and pulled it up to see if I could get a look at his cock. That's when I nearly lost my breathing space. He didn't have any underwear on and his cock was partly hard, lying on his belly. It seemed huge, though in reality it was no bad than mine. Just a different perspective I guess. This was the firstly time I had really seen another guy's tool ; I mean I had seen coup d'oeil of them in the bath and locker room, but never this finis or for this foresightful. I realized I had never stared at a cock, and it turned me on as a good deal as the movie of the woman and their pussies in the magazine ! After what seemed timelessness I let his cincture down gently and then noticed my early hired hand was stroking my cock without me thinking about it. I looked at greyback's brass, and he still appeared to be in a inscrutable slumber. I then went back to having my deal on his belly and then let my hand slide down over his shorts onto his cock. I could feel him through the fabric, and it was exhilarating. Again I checked his breathing and eyes, and he still appeared to be asleep. Then I decided to go for it. I had to sit up for it, but still decided I could bull being asleep fast enough if he stirred. I used my lead handwriting to pull out his cincture up and then slipped my mighty hand inside his shorts and rested it gently on his cock. The fondness and fluency of his putz on my script made we want to erupt right there. I didn't move my manus at get-go ; I just let it lay against his now growing cock. It was partly hard before, but it quickly hardened into its fully length and girth. He was circumcised and was about 7'’ long, with a proportional thickness. His cock looked somewhat standardised to mine, but narrowed Sir Thomas More towards the last 1/3 of his prick than mine. It was magnificent ! As I checked his breathing, I slowly gripped his dick with my right helping hand and gave it a ennoble tug. I then let go, and slowly lowered his waistband. It now rested on the top of his cock, with his head just sticking out of the top of his drawers. I started to stroke my cock again and used my give up helping hand to dally with his dick head. I ran my finger around the rim and gently squeezed on his head. Then I decided to really go for it. I sat back up, again checking his breathing and looking around at everyone else. No one was stirring, and Johnny still slumbered on. I took both of my hands and got my powerful work force'digit under the waistcloth on his right hip with my go away handwriting under his hip on the shorts and pulled them down his properly hip some. I then did this to his leave hip, slowly inching his shorts down and exposing more of his cock. I pulled them down enough to get to his whole length and just begin to be able to cup his balls. With his cock disengage, and another check around, I placed my hired hand on his hammer and started to rub it against his venter with my thenar just wrapped around the outside edge of his cock. Then I grasped his cock completely in my deal and started to slowly pull up and down on it. It felt so fantastic. It's smoothness, its firmness. Its warmth. I was in heaven ! I would halt every once in a while to check to see if Johnny or anyone else was stirring, and seeing the coast was pass, would go back to my slow jerk off. Then I decided to do what I would have never imagined before then ( but now dream about nearly every day ), I took his shaft into my mouth. The smell and taste was overwhelming ( and not in a bad way ! ) The compressibility of his cock in my sass was absolutely vex, and I'm sure enough I'll never forget that get-go time. My head word started to float, and I was afraid I'd pass out. I pulled back to beguile my breath, and look around. Again, no one was stirring, but this time Johnny shifted around a bit, and his shaft was twitching. I reached down to grab his pecker, and he sighed a bit. I wasn't sure if he was awake now, but he wasn't acting like he was awake or, if he was, that he wanted me to stop. So I figured it was all cat valium lights. I went back down on him, and seeing he didn't blockade me, I started to suck his hammer in earnest. I cupped his orchis as I did my in effect to get his cock down my throat. I wasn't able to get past the gag reflex, but I did get a comely amount of his duration down my throat. I slowly picked up the pace and loudness, and gave some dear tugs with my mitt in timing with my oral sex bobbing up and down on his cock. Then it happened, without any word of advice. He started to scoot his load into my mouthpiece. I had never tasted cum before, and it surprised me. It tasted salty like the stories said, but also a mix of bitter and sweet. Regardless, I kept going, swallowing every bit of his cum until he stopped spasming. His ventilation was somewhat labored now, but he didn't act like he was awake. As his breathing slowed down and his peter softened, I gave it one last kiss and squeezed, and then slowly pulled his shorts back up. His breathing deepened, and he rolled over on to his position facing away from me. There I was, again, back at square one, with a raging hard on. But now I was turned on like I had never been before. I mean I had jerked off and fantasized about sex nearly every day since I discovered orgasms, but this was different. I had just had sex with someone early than myself. And I had made them, him, cum. While I had fantasized about having sex with others pretty much every meter I jerked off, it hadn't been with a guy in my phantasy, but now I was hooked !
I looked around the tent to see if anyone was stirring ( I was in the centre of the tent with everyone else kind of mold around me ) and noticed that Tony's sleeping bag was all the way off of him. He was wearing only some BVD's and I could clearly make out the outline of his shaft."What the netherworld ?"I thought, and I started in on him, similar to how I had just done Reb. His cock was little but fatter and smelled muskier. He also got harder, if that makes common sense. And, I was able-bodied to take his whole prick into my rima oris. It wasn't long before I made him cum. While he too didn't seem to wake up at all, I could imprecate he was pushing his cock into my rima oris when I was blowing him. Nevertheless when he was done, he didn't act like he was awake. I sat there, horny as underworld, raging hard on, wondering if either he or Johnny had woken up, and I didn't really care if they had, because if they did, they didn't stop me from blowing them. And they didn't know who had done it. It was prophylactic for all of us, since we didn't really blab about sex, and I was having a neat time. I then decided to hitch myself off at that point. Within a few virgule, I came what seemed like a bucketful shipment, and being I didn't have any toilet paper, I used one of my socks to cum into. After I came, I sat there looking around, feeling mightily and slutty ( I didn't realize until then that a guy could be slutty ) and decided I should see if I could blow everyone that Night. And so I did. I took Hal first, and discovered he had a long thin hammer with a long pointed head. He came a lot and his cum tasted a little sour, but I swallowed every drop. I left his putz sticking out of his waistband, and moved in on mike. His shaft was about 6"long and slightly curved, but had the best taste of all of them. Since he was wearing some scrubbing pant, his prick was easy to get to and I had great memory access to his globe and pecker. I worked him slowly, savoring this hold out coke job, and even got fearless enough to rub my cock against his. I could see the pre-cum oozing out of his cock and licked it up. It was divine. I slowed the tread of the blow job and started to form on deep throating him. Since he wasn't too long, I was able to do it. I worked him up slowly to orgasm, and took the first of all shot down my throat. I pulled back, not because I was gagging ( I found that swallowing him this way was actually really loose ) but because I wanted to see if his cum tasted as sweet-scented as his pre-cum. It was a skillful mix of dessert and salty, and I savored every drop.
After I had put his cock away, I sat up in the collapsible shelter surveying my field of conquest. It was the best night I had ever had, and I felt so liberated. I had surrendered to my desires and lustfulness, and it felt smashing. I hadn't realized before that night just how much I wanted sex, and that I was turned on by cock as well as twat. It was really belated, or more accurately, really early. The sun was about an hour away from rising, and I was too charged to go to sleep. I lay back down in my bag and remembered the unlike cocks and the way they had felt and tasted. I got a raging hard on again, and jerked myself off to another sexual climax, this fourth dimension catching my kindling and tasting it to see how it compared. ( My cum tasted/tastes somewhat like egg whites I decided. ) I then stayed awake waiting for the sun to heat the group up, wondering what the morning would be like. If any of them had woken up, I was pretty certain they didn't know who had blown them. None of them had stopped me, so I knew that either they liked it or they had slept through it. Either way, I knew I had some interesting options ahead of me, and at the very least, an matter to sunup coming up.
When the sun started to strike down on the collapsible shelter, everyone woke up. I acted like I wasn't the first to come alive up, and went about the morning business of waking up as if nothing had happened the night before. Everyone was variety of placidity at for the first time, but then they started to tattle and act like nada unusual had happened. I wasn't sure, but I started to get the look that at least some of them had woken up. I then thought to derive up with a"test"to see if anyone had woken up. I told them that I had had an amazing dream with one of the playmates in it. I looked around, at everyone, waiting for some kind of reaction, and then Hal said he had a exchangeable ambition, with an amazing blow job. That set everyone back, but everyone kept their cool. I was now pretty certain that all, or nearly all of them, knew they had been blown. What they didn't know was who had done it, and more importantly, that all of them had been blown. None of them was quick to admit to getting a coke job from one of the others of us, and so they all remained mum about getting a blow job. Instead all of them talked about the"crazy aspiration"they had had. I was in promised land. I now knew that all of them liked being blown by me, and I had all summer to let each one of them know, in well clip, that I was the one.
It was, in myopic, a bully summer for me and ultimately my buddy. We discovered a great heap about sex, and some of us went on to go on to play with each other off and on through out our high school long time. But those are all news report for another time…