Chapter 8:

First Sexual Experience

Needless to say, I played around A LOT with my toilet after that morning.  I could go into detail here, but it will make the story much more interesting to wait until just a bit later.  Plus, I’m sure you’re probably tired of reading about toilets and would like a change, right?  How about some hot boy-on-boy action?  OK, well, to be clear, this is with boys who are the same age.  And come on, how many of you reading this didn’t have some ‘experience’ with your hot friends in junior high?!

So in-between the times that I was playing with my toilet, I started a new pastime: playing with myself.  Not that I didn’t have enough to do with swim practice, friends, etc.  But I was really curious about my equipment ‘down there’.  Since it had recently started to do more than it used to, I wanted to figure out exactly what it did.  My crazy and wacky parents had dropped small hints about sex stuff over the years, but nothing really concrete or that really made any sense.

I think I actually started playing with myself the same day I had gone down my toilet, yeah, it was that night actually.  I was trying to fall asleep and I was having no luck at it.  My arms were at my sides, as I laid on my back.  My hands slowly found themselves fondling my dick and balls.  My hands seemed to have a mind of their own sometimes!  It was so incredible how much pleasure came from just touching my equipment down there.  And, the fact that my dick would start to harden just upon being touched.  It got large enough where I could get my hand around it.  But instead, I just explored it with my fingers in all sorts of ways.  Under it.  Over it.  Up and down its long shaft.  And also the sack below it.  That was even stranger, because it would kinda tense up a bit when my dick got hard.  But yet it also kept a loose shape, along with the two ball-like things inside it.  At this age, I had no body hair whatsoever, so it was completely smooth down there.

I would play with myself for like an hour at bedtime.  But nothing would ever really ‘happen’.  I would get tons of pleasure out of it and I would explore it with both hands, but that was it.  One fateful day, all that would change.

So I had this one friend.  OK, I had a few friends.  Alright, I had a lot of friends.  A bunch of them were from the swim team that I was on and some were just from school and such.  In our universe, the stereotype of being a hot swimmer and being gay was actually a reality instead of just a stereotype.  I was gay, or at least I knew that I liked other boys and had no interest in girls.  And being around other hot boys on the swim team, in the locker room and hanging around them in general gave me plenty of visuals to fantasize about.  One friend that I spent lots of time with was Duane.  He and his family moved away to the other side of the country right before we were to start high school, but we were really good friends and spent a lot of time together until then.

Duane was really cute, and had a build similar to mine.  He was about my height, had curly, dirty blonde hair, green eyes and his body was in about the same shape as mine.  Granted, being pretty young, we didn’t work out.  But, with enough swimming as we did, the small amount of muscle that we had was really toned and defined.  Swimming is great for that.  Duane had joined the team last fall and he was a pretty decent swimmer.  With most of the guys on the team being gay, I suspected that Duane was too.  But I had to be sure, so I had spent time watching him.  Watching his eye movements.  Checking for any extra bulging in his Speedo during our swim practices and such and also generally checking my gut feeling about the whole thing.

Duane had been pretty universally welcomed into the team and all the boys were friendly toward him.  He was from our town, but had just never swam before on a team and such.  I think his parents had suggested the idea of joining the team or something.  I’m glad they did!

Oh yes, did I mention that I was the team captain?  Duh!  Being the best swimmer I guess I landed that role somehow.  So after Duane had joined and I had checked him out, I decided to take him under my wing, so to speak.  We didn’t have any classes together, but we hung out outside of school.  He too, was an only child (is there a theme here?).  But only because his brother had been abducted by aliens a few years back.  OK, he died of a very rare and bizarre fever-like condition.  It was apparently very sad, but his family is all over it now.

So I met his parents, and he met mine.  And we lived happily ever after.  NOT.

We would hang out and play video games, or ride bikes, or swim, or go over to his house and just watch tv in his room or something.  We did sleepovers and did all the other silly things that kids did at that age.  I also tried to give him some tips on improving his swimming techniques and time, which he really appreciated.

So after a while, there was pretty much nothing that we didn’t know about each other.  Well, except that he didn’t know about the whole toilet thing.  He just knew that my crazy parents had that wacky idea to put a toilet in my room, but that it wasn’t used for regular ‘toilet activities’.  And he was cool with that.  Also, we had spent so much time around each other that we were giving each other looks at the swim meets and such, since we didn’t swim right next to each other lane-wise.  And he wouldn’t just look me in the eye, he’d be staring right through my Speedo into my crotch.  And I’d grab a glance or two, or three at his cute little butt.  I think that, by the end of the season, the whole team knew that we kinda liked each other.  But again, back then it was very silly and such.  Even in our universe, age is still age and boys aren’t like ready to get married or starting dating at that age.

But experimentation at that age, was definitely normal.  In any universe.  And experiment was what we did on one weekend.

Now that we were pretty much best friends, I didn’t mind asking him weird or crazy questions.  Now, to put this in perspective, this is occurring later in the summer in which I started playing with myself.  We were at my house and had just woken up from a sleep over.  We were only in our underwear.  I had slept in my bed and Duane was on the floor.  I looked over at him and saw that he was awake.  “Morning,” he said.  “Morning,” I replied.  “Sleep ok?”   “Yeah, except for having to sleep on the floor.” he said, as he looked away.  He said it kinda sadly.

He had been asking to sleep in my bed and me to sleep in his lately, but I had been saying no.  Even though we were best friends and such, I really didn’t know if that would be too weird or something.  And, I wasn’t sure what it meant either.  Were we supposed to fall in love and live happily ever after at this age?  It didn’t make any sense and I didn’t understand relationships or dating or any of that at this point.  But maybe he did?

“Yeah, I’m sorry that I keep saying no to your offers of sleeping together,” I said.  “But maybe that will change here pretty soon.”  I wasn’t looking at him either when I said it.  But then I turned back to look at his adorable face.  And his eyes had lit up and I knew I had his curiosity piqued.  “Come sit up here with me,” I patted the bed.  He wasted no time in jumping up from the floor, un-tangling himself from the sheets and hopping up onto my bed.

I don’t think he expected what I was about to say.  “Do you ever play with yourself?” I asked him.  I was looking directly at him.  And he was looking right back at me.  Those pretty green eyes, and his innocent expression.  It was driving me nuts.  His eyes widened.  He asked me, “what do you mean?”  “You know,” I said.  “Down there,” I pointed to my crotch.  “Do you ever touch it just for the hell of it?”  “Oh.  Yeah.  But it doesn’t seem to do much except get hard and feel really good, “ he replied.  “You know, I’ve been wanting to ask you the same question for a while,” he added.  “But when you didn’t want to share a bed for sleepovers, I figured you weren’t into that kinda thing.”  “Or, weren’t into me,” he turned away as he said it.  That line really plucked at some kind of stringed-instrument inside me.  I wasn’t sure why right then.  And I felt a jab of pain that didn’t feel like physical pain, I couldn’t explain it.

Author note:  OK, you’re thinking……”they’re in love?  At THAT age?”  Well, come on, this is an alternate universe after all!  And, didn’t you have special friends or potential silly crushes on some guys when you were younger?  Did your feelings ever get hurt if you wanted to be friends with some popular guy but yet he didn’t want to be friends with you?  Especially if he was really cute?  Well, I did.  And so this is included in the story just for fun!  But don’t worry, Matt actually gets together with Casey later on, and that story is way better than this one!

My mind raced as I took in what Duane just said.  So he was gay.  He did like other guys.  And apparently, he liked me.  Not just as a friend, but he wanted to play some games that I had only started to think of.  And, yes.  I did really like him.  But somehow I felt I was going to lose him right this instant, as a best friend and a potential sexual exploration buddy, if I said the wrong thing or did the wrong thing.

Then I started saying some things, and it was like my mouth had a mind of its own.

“I am into that kinda thing.”  “And I am really into you.”  He turned to look me right in the eyes.  There was a tear coming out of one of them.  “Prove it,” he said, trying to stop himself from crying.  I now felt really bad.  I had been doing unknown things to my best friend’s emotions by just being my normal self and not being 100% sure of this friendship that we had and where it was going.  “I was into you the moment you joined the team.  You’re cuter than anyone else on the team, or in the school for that matter,” I finished.  And I said it directly to him.  Our eyes were locked on each other’s.  His expression had brightened a little bit, but his eyes were still sad.

I think that he had been planning this for a while, or maybe coming up with answers and stuff depending on what I would say if this discussion had come up.  Sometimes I disliked people who planned stuff, since I was sort of the opposite.  But oh well, he was my best friend.

“The rumors around the locker room is that some stuff is supposed to come out of it, but no one has been able to get theirs to do it yet.  It’s apparently how straight guys get girls pregnant or something like that,” he said.  “We could have bragging rights forever, just like you have bragging rights about swimming.”  His look had turned a little mischievous. “OK,” I replied.  I didn’t know what to answer that with.  Of course, he, did.  “Prove it,” he said, once again.

I knew what he wanted.  So I just let go.  I did want to find out more about my equipment.  And maybe even some about Duane’s.  I reached for my underwear, my little white briefs, but he stopped me.  Instead, he removed them for me.  Slowly.  And he closed his eyes.  “Close yours too,” he said.  I did so.  I felt him slip my undies off, and I heard the sounds of his coming off too.  And then I felt the most incredible feeling I had ever felt in my life: another male body on top of mine, with another dick and set of balls pressing into my own.  I opened my eyes, and looked into his, which were just a few inches away.  He leaned down as our chests met, two hot boys for our age who were just a bit ahead of puberty.  And also, apparently a bit more emotionally grown-up than we thought (or just being silly and not knowing what we were really doing)  He brought his face down to mine, and we could feel each other breathing in and out.  And his lips touched mine, for the time of many that would come over the next few years.

Of course, at that age, and with no experience, we had no idea what we were doing.  His lips stayed pressed to mine for like a minute.  And then he raised up off of me a bit and said, “isn’t something else supposed to happen?  What is it that they do in those movies?”  I replied, “I think we’re supposed to open our mouths and do something with our tongues.”  Duane thought about it for a moment and his face got all scrunched up.  “Really?  That sounds weird.”  I then said, “well why don’t I do it to you first and we’ll see what happens.”  I knew what would happen, at least I hoped I would.  I guess Duane hadn’t thought this whole thing quite through.  Maybe he didn’t think I would go this far?

“Come on back down here,” I smirked as I said it.  He smirked back.  He put his hands on my chest to steady himself as he lowered his chest back down onto mine, moving his hands under my back.  My dick had jumped when he touched my chest.  This was starting to get pretty ‘hot and heavy.’  I wondered if we would be able to make our dicks work like they were supposed to?

“Now, leave your mouth open just a bit and bring your head down to mine.”  I put my hands behind his neck and played with his hair with my thumbs.  “Close your eyes,” I said.  And Duane’s beautiful eyes closed and I breathed in his sweet smell.  As his face came down to mine, our lips touched again.  I closed my eyes and opened my mouth a bit and he opened his.  I started planting little wet kisses on his lips and then moved outward a bit.  He couldn’t wait to do it to me and we were totally kissing each other in no time.  And then, it was he who made the first move toward real kissing.  His kisses started to get a bit sloppier and wetter, and he moved back toward my lips.  The one who wasn’t sure of this whole kissing thing was the one who really got into it.  He mimicked my hand placement, and put his hands behind my neck, to essentially pull me in tighter.  And I felt the tip of his tongue at my lips.  I didn’t think twice about letting it pass through.  The feeling of another tongue in your mouth is a bit disgusting at first, but lust quickly solved that problem.  We both became incredibly passionate and were whimpering in pleasure.  I think we were making out for probably fifteen or twenty minutes.  He broke the embrace and we finally came up for air.  During the kissing frenzy, I think we nearly forgot about our total nakedness and that we were rubbing our crotches into each other’s bodies.

Duane sat up slowly and smiled back at me.  I was kinda dazed and dizzy from the intensity of what we were just doing, and I smiled back as best I could.  “That was fun,” he said.  “Did you, you know, go off or anything?”  I shook my head.  “Did you?”  “Nope.”  He paused for a few moments and then continued, “there’s gotta be a way to make this work, maybe rubbing ourselves just doesn’t do it?”  I said, “I don’t know, maybe we should rub each other?”  I think he was waiting for that, because he moved next to my body, so he could face my crotch, and his hand grabbed my dick.

My whole body jumped when he did that.  No one had ever touched my equipment before except for me.  “Are you OK?” Duane asked me.  “Yes, it’s just never been touched by anyone else before.”  “That makes two of us,” he smirked back at me.  His hand yanked up and down on my dick for a minute, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body.  “Anything yet?” he asked.  “Uh, um, I think something might happen soon.  If feel like my nerves are on fire or something, like my dick might explode.”

And I did.  I had experienced pretty incredible sensations with my toilet, but nothing like this.  The pleasure of his hand on my dick was unbelievable.  And something was building up down there, like a bomb waiting to go off.  The pleasure got more and more intense.

Duane thought for a moment and said, “hmm, well, I really want to get this figured out.  And we don’t want to waste the whole weekend, since school starts on Monday.”  I think Duane was planning this whole thing for a while or something.  I would be more than happy to waste the whole weekend doing this, but apparently he had other ideas.  He then said, “you know, maybe our mouths are supposed to kiss something else for a while.  Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to work.”  He smiled as he said it, looking me right in the eyes.  I could only wonder what he was planning next.

I didn’t have to wait for long.  He dove face-first into my crotch.  As if my dick was a long ice cream cone or something.  Jolts of energy hit me from everywhere, all coming from my dick and balls.  The sensation of him licking around the head of my dick almost made me pass out.  I think that he had heard some rumors from the other guys alright, probably gotten some kind of crazy advice!  He continued licking and sucking at my dick.  Playing with my balls with his right-hand and gripping the lower part of my dick with the other.

“You close to makin’ your dick work now?”  “Um, my dick is gonna like, explode, if you keep doing that.”  He took one break from licking and said, “good.”  Then he proceeded to lick the whole thing up and down like someone licking salt off a big pretzel or something.  When he got to the end, after tonguing the entire length of it a few times, he just kept lapping at the end.

And I was about to die.  Or pass out.  Or explode.  Or something crazy.  There was a really warm build-up in my groin area.  And my muscles were tightening up for some reason, I couldn’t control them anymore.  And then pain, searing pain and heat came from my groin area.  I whimpered and moaned in some kind of higher pitch moan.  I felt like my whole body would blow up or something.  Needless to say, the amount of pleasure that was coming out of everywhere was off the charts.

My whimpering gave Duane some clue.  It was over.  Game over.  He gave up on licking my dick, and he took half of it into his mouth instead.  Not all the way.  I couldn’t really tell.  I saw him do it and felt the entire wetness of his mouth on my tool, and his tongue lapping the underside of it.  And then, I closed my eyes as a localized thunderstorm formed in my room, and a giant bolt of lightning zapped my entire body and my brain exploded.  At the same time, an enormous bomb went off inside my crotch and my dick began pulsating.  I could feel something shooting out of it.  It was shooting into Duane’s mouth, whatever it was.  He immediately grabbed at my butt and took more of my dick down his throat.  He must have planned this whole thing.

My dick kept pulsating for about ten years.  OK, probably more like a minute or so.  I kept moaning as the pleasure level remained completely off any charts that might have been made for pleasure levels (who makes those anyways?)  The thunderstorm that caused the lighting bolt seemed to disappear, and the bomb in my crotch seemed to have left little damage.  I opened my eyes and Duane was still down there, with my dick down his throat.  Words can’t describe how this whole experience had felt.  I couldn’t have imagined I would have experienced something like this so early in life.  But it turned out that we had both been ready for it.  And wanting it, and each other, for a long while.

Duane slowly pulled my dick out of his mouth.  There was some sticky whitish looking stuff that was leaking out of his mouth at one corner.  I looked him in the eyes and said, “wow.  It finally worked!”  He looked deep into my eyes and I watched his adam’s apple move as he gulped something down.  It was the stuff that came out of my dick!  I wondered what it really was.  He got back on top of me and lowered his face down to mine and we kissed once again.  I lapped up the stuff dripping from the corner of his mouth and he made sure I got it into my mouth by pushing his tongue with a bit more of it down into my mouth.  Kinda sweet, kinda salty.  Strange texture, kind of gooey but not sticky or anything.  I swallowed it down and we made out for another minute.

He sat up once again after breaking the embrace.  “Cum,” he said.  “Come?” I asked.  “Where?”  “No,” he said, “it’s a word.  It’s the name of the stuff that you dick shot out.”  “Oh, OK” I replied.

“I lied.  Sorry.  We aren’t the first ones on the team to make their dicks work.”  “Aw, really?” I said.  “You must have gotten some, other advice, then.  Through that rumor mill you talked about.”  “Yeah, but apparently the team captain was a virgin and I got to him first.  They said it would be really easy to make your dick work the first time, doing what I did to it.  Now it’s your turn, I want you to make my dick work for the first time.”

“Well,” I said, “I have no real training or advice like you did.  So I’ll just have to play copycat.”  Duane smirked at me and said, “it probably won’t last long, because I am feeling something crazy that I haven’t felt before.”  “Oh yeah,” I said, “just wait for the lighting bolt to hit you.”  He looked totally puzzled, but I laughed.

I put my hands on his chest, playing with his nipples a little bit, and kissed him.  I held his body at the sides of his chest and we moved positions so that he was on the bed and I was kinda kneeling/sitting beside him.  All I wanted was his dick.  I wanted it in my mouth.  It was so perfectly shaped, really similar to mine, but not as long.  I wanted to give him some extra pleasure, and I licked straight down from his neck right down to his crotch.  I stopped at his belly button for a moment and licked around it, and then continued southward.  As I moved my head down to his crotch, I took in the sweet scent of his young body.  I rubbed my nose over his dick to breathe it in up close.  My tongue couldn’t stay in my mouth for long.

His moans indicated that I was doing something right as I licked up and down his penis, just like a really long lollipop.  It was soft, warm, and tasted like…….um, it was hard to describe.  But I really liked it.  I always liked boys’ butts, and Duane’s was no different.  I fondled his cute rear as I worked on his dick with my right hand and mouth.  His dick got harder by the moment as I played with it.  He had some strange salty liquid that was starting to come out the end of it, but it wasn’t the same stuff I had tasted a little while ago from my own dick.  I wondered if he was close to losing his virginity?

I glanced back at him and his eyes were closed, his head flat against the pillow.  He barely made any sounds, but I could tell he was being sent into another galaxy of pleasure.  I began licking around the head of his dick, and I started to feel his muscles tensing up and then relaxing.  And then they would tense up again as I would lick more intensely.  I decided to take the whole head into my mouth and play with it that way.  And that got a whimper out of him.  I kept the head in my mouth and kept licking at it, faster and faster.  It was like I was trying to win some contest or something.

I wanted to take his dick all the way into me.  I sunk down into his crotch by about an inch or so and got some more of his beautiful dick into my mouth.  I could feel it pressing against the top of my throat, feeling like I was going to gag.  I slowly kept moving down, and more of his dick disappeared down my throat.

After a couple of minutes, I had his whole dick inside me.  My nose was embedded into his smooth balls.  I loved the scent that came with being down there!  With his whole penis down my throat, I could use both hands to play with his butt.  And I think that did it for him.  He took in a deep breath and his muscles all went hard simultaneously.  He held that for about a second and then I felt it.  His whole body shook and a pulsating effect started in the base of his dick and went right throat it.  I initially pulled his butt tighter to me so I could get even more of him down my throat, just as his hot cum started shooting into the back of my throat from the tip of his penis and I pulled off of him just a bit.  Just far enough so some of his cum would land in my mouth.  I wanted to feed a bit back to him just like he did for me.

I could have probably totally gone a second time while sucking on his dick and him shooting into my mouth, because those were the days of being ultra-horny.  But I didn’t like, cum again while I was sucking him.  A bit later, that would be near-automatic.

I was so happy to be totally connected to my best friend, this hot swimmer boy on the team as I was making his dick work for the first time in his life.  As his pulsating subsided and I could tell that he was coming off the high, I gave him another jolt of pleasure as I slowly pulled off of his dick.  Right before it left my mouth, I licked the head clean of cum and he whimpered loudly.  I knew how sensitive his dick was at that point because I remember mine from just a few minutes ago.  I swished his cum around at the back of my mouth for a few seconds, reached my tongue up to his head again one last time and then let my tongue and his cum fall backwards as I swallowed most of it down.  It really took a good swallow to get the stuff down because it wasn’t like drinking anything else that I was used to.  His had tasted sweeter than mine, and I would get to taste him pretty often as time went on.

I turned around and crawled up his body.  And he was ready for me, he reached up to meet my kiss and his tongue rammed itself into my mouth to grab at the last remaining drops of his cum.  I helped him get it onto his tongue and in his mouth.  I put my hand on his throat and felt his swallow take it down and into his body.  We passionately made out for a while, quite a while as I remember.  And then we broke that embrace and lay close to each other with arms wrapped around our naked torsos, and fell asleep.