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Author's Note:



If this story seems familiar to you, that might be because I originally published it to this site as five separate-but-related stories, and you may have already read one of those stories. However, I have chosen to further edit and republish those five stories as one complete novelette-length story, comprised of five separate chapters (appropriately being referred to in this story as "milestones," instead of "chapters"). And just for the record, this story is as true as I can possibly make it, while at the same time, keeping it in compliance with this site's story publishing guidelines.

Up until the time that I had first published those five separate "A Horny Friend" series stories to this site, I had never told anyone else about my adolescent bisexual relationship before--with the sole exception of my wife, Bea (not her real name).

Early on in our relationship, I told Bea about the events in the Milestone 1 section of this story one afternoon, while she and I were lying naked in bed together, talking to each other, and playfully fondling each other's genitals, getting ready to have sex. The subject of our ex-lovers came up in the conversation. And that's when I decided that it was finally the right time for me to share the first of my string of "dirty little secrets" with Bea.

I went on to describe for Bea in detail the first time that I ever had adult-style, orgasm-oriented sex with another person. And that's what the Milestone 1 section of this story is all about. I hope you enjoy reading it, as well as learning about the other milestone events that I have chosen to share with you in this story.

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A HORNY FRIEND

My Unplanned Journey Into The World Of Adolescent Bisexuality

by rat_race

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MILESTONE 1

Seduced by a Horny Friend

My heterosexual view of the world gets turned topsy-turvy during one hellaciously horny evening...

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I am an oversexed, 60-year-old, married man who was forced to endure the God-awful experience of being raised as a Mormon. During my early childhood, virtually all of the adults who were a part of my everyday life--with the notable exception of my very open-minded father--considered homosexuality and bisexuality to be an abomination that a "decent person" just didn’t talk about, much less accept.

Just like most of you guys out there, I took girls out on dates when I was in high school. And I continued dating girls off and on (in other words, whenever I actually managed to find a girl who wanted to be my girlfriend), all the way through my college years.

I was heterosexual through and through. And so naturally, I always fantasized about having sex with girls and women. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined myself ever having sex with another boy. But that's exactly what ended up happening.

Just weeks after I had hit my 18th birthday, which was early in the fall semester of my senior year of high school, one of my friends seduced me into having sex with him. His name was Chris. And he was the first person to ever have adult-style, orgasm-oriented sex with me.

Although Chris was a year older than me, he was in the same grade at school as I was. And we had been good friends ever since I was 6 years old. Even way back then, we were both very precocious children, when it came to being interested in all things sexual. And both of us liked girls a lot.

When we were in the 5th grade at our elementary school, Chris and I gradually drifted apart, and we didn't see each other very much at all, maybe a couple of times a month, on the average. And our relationship pretty much stayed that way throughout junior high, and most of our high school years.

But whenever Chris and I did get together, our conversations always naturally seemed to shift to topics like “girls,” and “sex,” and “what having sex with girls would be like.”

So you can imagine my total shock and disbelief when we were walking home from a local shopping mall late one Saturday evening, and my now-19-year-old, long-time friend, Chris, told me point-blank that he wanted to suck my dick. And that he wanted to do it right then and there, if I would let him.

Of course, my initial reaction was that Chris was simply "pulling my leg." I waited for the punch line or the “gotcha” to come out of Chris’s mouth. But it never did.

Instead, in a very serious tone-of-voice, Chris admitted to me that he had recently had sex for the first time ever, and that his sexual encounter had been with another boy.

Here’s what had happened, according to Chris:

Chris’s family had been visiting some friends at their house during the previous weekend, and Chris had ended up staying very late that evening. He had also ended up getting seduced--and getting his dick sucked--by an older boy, who was a member of the family that Chris's family was visiting.

This "unforeseen event" had taken place while both boys were alone together in the older boy’s bedroom upstairs, and the rest of Chris's family and the other boy's family members were all still downstairs.

Chris went on to tell me that this older boy was actually in his early 20's (which meant that he was technically no longer a boy, but that's what Chris kept calling him anyway), and he was still living at home, while he was going to college.

Chris also claimed that it had felt wonderful to get his dick sucked. And he told me that he had also gone on to suck the older boy’s dick, before they had ended their sexual encounter that night.

My mouth was hanging wide open in response to all this “unexpected news.” All I could think at the time was, My God! Why would Chris do something like that? I know that he likes girls a lot. And so he's definitely not a 'homo.' So why did he let that older boy suck his dick?

Of course, deep down inside, I already knew the answer to that question: Chris had to have been feeling very horny at the time.



And tonight, on our walk home from the mall, Chris had just made it obvious to me that he was feeling horny enough to want to have sex with me. To tell you the truth, that was kind of flattering, in a weird way. And I still wasn’t sure what to make of it all.

At this point, Chris and I were walking by a huge, city-block-wide, rectangular-shaped hole in the ground that we kids in the neighborhood lovingly called “The Pit.” This hole had fairly-steeply-sloped, sandy walls that went down at least 100 feet or more. And at the very bottom, there was large abandoned metal machinery that had been part of a cement factory/quarry that used to operate down inside The Pit many years earlier.

My friend abruptly stopped walking, and asked me very softly in a calm gentle voice, “Well, do you wanna let me suck your dick, or not?”

“I don't know,” I replied honestly.



“Oh, come on,” Chris goaded me, “Don't be such a wimp. I thought you told me the other day that you wanted to know what it felt like to get your dick sucked.”

“I did tell you that. But I meant by a girl. Not by another guy,” I said as I started slowly walking again, and Chris continued to saunter along beside me.



“What difference does it make?” Chris asked. “A mouth is just mouth. No matter whether that mouth belongs to a girl, or a guy, it's still gonna feel just as good around your dick. And that's what really matters, isn't it?”

“Yeah, I guess you're right,” I finally admitted, after mulling things over in my mind for a few moments.



“Well?” Chris asked, “Do you want me to suck your dick, or not?”



“I don't know. I mean, if anyone ever finds out--”



"Don't worry. They won't," Chris quickly interrupted. “I promise you that I won't ever tell anyone else, if you don't.”



“But you just told me about that older boy who sucked your dick last week.”

“Yeah. But I didn't promise him that I wouldn't tell anyone else,” Chris said sarcastically, and we both laughed, breaking the tension a little bit. “Well, what do ya say?"

I didn't reply to Chris's question. Instead, I just silently looked at him for a few moments.

"Oh, come on. I guarantee you'll enjoy it,” he insisted, "I'm really good at dick-sucking. At least, that's what that older boy told me. And I'd love to suck your dick right now, if you'll let me."

“Okay. Sure,” I finally replied, as I stopped walking, turned to face Chris, and then nodded my head a few times. The bottom line was that I was willing to give it a try, if for no other reason than to find out what getting my dick sucked would be like. In other words, my own sexual curiosity ended up giving me all the motivation I needed. Of course, the fact that my penis had already started growing inside my pants only helped to make my decision even easier for me.



“So where do you wanna do it at?” I asked.



“Right over there,” Chris said, pointing towards The Pit.



Then Chris made a beeline for The Pit. And I curiously followed him, not really knowing what to expect next.



Chris finally stopped about halfway down to the bottom of The Pit, and then motioned for me to sit down. So I sat down on the downward-sloped sandy wall, with my feet pointing down towards the bottom of The Pit.



“Are you sure you want to do it here?” I asked Chris, gesturing towards one side of The Pit, which was the only side of The Pit bordered by a major city street. I could see the rear walls of several businesses, most of which happened to be closed at the time. But what really concerned me was the large apartment complex. I could make out some of the residents inside of their apartments, and I even saw a few of them sitting or standing out on their balconies, looking our way.

“I mean, aren't you worried about those people over there seeing us?” I asked.

“No. We're way down in the shadows right now. They can't see us. Believe me. I wouldn't be doing this, if I thought they could,” Chris reassured me.

Chris placed a hand on each of my knees, and he gently spread my knees apart. Then he knelt down between my spread-apart knees, directly in front of me.

“Now, relax. Everything's gonna be just fine. You'll see...” Chris said quietly as he calmly undid my belt buckle, unbuttoned the large metal button at the front of my jeans, and unzipped my fly all the way down.

He eased his hand down inside the front of the elastic waistband of my white cotton jockey shorts, and he began to skillfully manipulate my already-partially-erect penis.

I couldn’t believe how good it felt to actually have another person’s hand on my bare dick. And Chris knew exactly how to handle my penis, because just like me, he had a penis too. So it didn’t take long at all for me to get a full-fledged hard-on.

And at that point, I pretty much stopped worrying about the people who were out on their balconies at the apartment complex possibly seeing Chris and me "in action" down in The Pit.

Chris suggested that I pull down my pants and my underwear. And then he got out from between my legs, so that I had room to maneuver.

I pulled my pants and underwear almost all the way off, leaving them scrunched up and wrapped around my ankles, before I placed the soles of my tennis shoes together, and spread my knees as far apart as I could, and then just held that pose.

Chris didn't waste any time getting back down between my spread-apart knees, so that he could continue to work his "sexual magic" on me.



I basically just sat there on my bare butt on that sloped sandy wall in that wide-open pit under a starry moonlit sky, letting my friend fondle and lick my dick and my balls.

When Chris's mouth slid down around the head of my dick, and he began sucking on it like a lollipop, I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. And I was very glad that I had taken Chris up on his offer to suck my dick.

And I also realized that Chris had been right. It really didn't matter to me at all that the mouth sucking away on my dick was a guy's mouth, instead of a girl's. I just kept basking in the awesome sensations, wishing that they would last forever, but knowing full well that they were about to come to an abrupt end.

Chris’s mouth was wrapped around the head of my dick, and he was energetically hand-pumping my shaft, when I warned him by whispering to him, “Hey, I'm gonna shoot my sperm.”

I called it “shooting sperm” because that's the term that my friend, Davy, had always used, when referring to a male's ejaculation. And in my case, at that age, the term "shooting sperm" accurately described the way that I ejaculated sperm during my orgasms. Whenever I orgasmed while I was jacking myself off, it was quite normal for my very first couple of spurts of sperm to forcefully squirt out and land about two feet away from the tip of my dick.



{Author's Note: In the region of America where I lived, the widely-used sexual slang term for male masturbation was "jacking off," instead of "jerking off." And a guy's penis was always referred to--by both guys and girls--as being his "dick," and not his "cock." Just like a girl's vulva/vagina was always called her "pussy," and not her "cunt."}

Chris gave me no response whatsoever to my warning about my impending orgasm. He just kept on sucking away at my dick-head, while he was jacking me off. So I warned him again, this time in a louder forced whisper, "Hey, Chris, I'm not kidding, man! I'm gonna shoot my sperm in your mouth, if you keep on sucking my dick."

Chris lifted his mouth up off of my dick just long enough to quickly whisper back, “Go right ahead.”

So I leaned back on my elbows, and within the next few seconds I began orgasming my ass off, and unloading my whole wad of sperm into back of Chris's mouth. And as far as I could tell, he swallowed every bit of my sperm.

In fact, he didn't stop hand-pumping my dick--nor did he pull my dick-head out of his mouth--until he finally felt my dick starting to shrink and soften up. At that point, Chris got out from between my legs.

I pulled my jeans and tighty whities back up around my waist, and then I sat back down. Even in the dim moonlight I could see the obvious bulge at the front of Chris’s pants, as he sat down beside me, to my immediate left.

He reached down into his own crotch, and he began to openly massage and squeeze his pants-covered bulge in front of me. Throughout the whole time he was doing this, he didn't say one word to me.

I was really freaking out at this point, because I was pretty sure that Chris was wanting me--and maybe even expecting me--to jack him off and suck his dick, just like he had already finished doing to mine.

My having passively cooperated with Chris in The Pit just moments before (as I was allowing him to suck my dick, and jack me off) was something that I could rationalize away as just being mere sexual curiosity on my part. But the thought of me being the one who was doing the dick-sucking made me feel a little bit queasy.

At the time, I viewed my own sexuality as being completely heterosexual in nature. And as I have already mentioned, all of my sexual fantasies involved me having sex with girls. Of course, most of the time, those “girls” would turn out to be torn-out magazine porn photos of naked women who were “letting me” stare at their breasts and pussies while I was masturbating. But the very thought of me passionately kissing or hugging another boy was nothing less than gross and disgusting to me.

So it scared the heck out of me--and confused me quite a bit--when I realized that, deep down inside, I was actually wanting to perform the same types of homosexual-style acts on Chris, that he had just done to me. I felt like such a queer for even having those feelings. But, of course, that still didn’t stop me from having them.

Even my still-halfway-erect dick betrayed me, when it began growing again inside my pants, while I was watching Chris, as he teasingly played with his bulge in front of me.

And I unexpectedly found myself actively fantasizing about what Chris’s dick and balls might look like, and about how it would feel to have my hands wrapped around another boy’s bare erect dick. And I imagined what it would be like to hold my close friend's balls in my hand.

Suffice it to say, it didn’t take very long before I automatically reached down into my own crotch with my right hand, and began to massage my growing bulge.

When Chris saw me doing that, he pulled his hand away from his crotch, so that I could plainly see his bulge. And he finally broke the silence, by asking me, "Would you like to feel my hard-on?"

Of course, I told him, "Sure." And then I just sat there, and I continued fondling my own bulge, while I was staring at his.

And in response to my reluctance, Chris said, “Well, go ahead and touch it, Silly. It's okay. That's what I want you to do.”

Then Chris reached over with his right hand, grabbed my left hand, and placed it onto his firm bulge, so that I could begin feeling it and massaging it.

And now that Chris had explicitly given me permission to touch his bulge--and had even placed my hand on his own crotch--there was absolutely no logical reason left for me to keep holding myself back from fondling and feeling out Chris's pants-covered hard-on. And so I began groping away at his bulge, with the unbridled excitement of a man who had just stumbled upon an oasis out in the middle of the Sahara desert. You could say that Chris's stiff dick instantly became my oasis. And at the time, I was one hell of thirsty guy!

Then, while he was barely reacting to the obvious exuberance that I was displaying through my eagerly-groping left hand, Chris removed the palm of his right hand from the back of my "preoccupied" left hand. He calmly reached back over into my lap, pushed my right hand away from my crotch, and started massaging my now-obvious bulge with his right hand and fingers, at the same time as I was groping away at his bulge with my left hand.

I had never experienced anything so erotic in my entire life. Not only did I find myself accepting my latent bisexual feelings. I automatically embraced them wholeheartedly, as I was thoroughly enjoying this unique sexual experience.

Shortly after Chris had begun squeezing my firm bulge, he said, “God, you must be feelin’ really horny tonight! Looks like I’m gonna have to suck your dick again, aren’t I?”

“Uh-huh,” I hummed back, eagerly nodding my head up and down in agreement.

“Well, you’re just gonna have to wait for your turn. 'Cuz it’s my turn right now,” he insisted, as he stopped massaging my bulge just long enough so that he could nonchalantly undo his belt, unbutton his jeans, and pull down his zipper.

I saw Chris’s white-underwear-covered, fully-erect penis pop straight out through the V-shape of his wide-open, metal zipper. And I knew that I was just moments away from touching Chris's bare dick and his balls for the first time ever.

I can't even begin to describe for you the extremely-high level of mental sexual excitement that I was experiencing. It was addictively euphoric. And even though I didn't know it at the time, it was also a level of mental sexual excitement that I would very rarely experience throughout my entire life.

“You do want to suck my dick, right?” Chris asked, giving me one last chance to back out, if I wanted to.

I didn’t answer him. I just grabbed hold of his underwear-covered dick, and I firmly squeezed it, and felt it out for about 20 or 30 seconds, before sliding my hand down inside the elastic waistband at the front of Chris’s tighty whities to touch his bare genitals for the first time ever.

As I enthusiastically groped away at his erect dick and balls, Chris kept on massaging my bulge. I could tell that he was obviously enjoying what I was doing to him.

“Well, are you ready to do it?” Chris asked me.

“Sure,” I said, trying to act cocky and confident, but actually feeling scared and very vulnerable deep down inside. Let’s face it. I really had no idea exactly what I was getting myself into.

Chris finally stopped massaging my bulge. He pulled his own pants and underwear all the way down around his ankles, spread his knees far apart, and then leaned back on his elbows, just like I had done earlier.

I moved over in front of him, facing him. I got down between his spread-apart knees, and I placed both of my hands on his bare genitals, with my right hand around his dick, and my left hand cupping his giant balls.

And I quickly discovered that Chris’s dick and balls really turned me on a lot--much more than I had originally thought that they might. You see, even though Chris and I both had circumcised penises, his bare genitals just happened to be completely different-looking from mine, which made them incredibly sexy and foreign to me.

Back then, my fully erect penis was nearly 6 1/2 inches long (I know this for a fact, because I had actually measured it with a ruler before), which meant that my erect dick was at least 2 inches longer than Chris’s.

The corona surrounding the very rear of the helmet-shaped head of my penis was just a little bit larger in diameter than my shaft was. But the corona surrounding the very rear of the head of Chris’s dick was very large in diameter. And it was attached to a shaft that was just slightly smaller in diameter than mine.

My balls were fairly small, whereas Chris's balls were truly enormous.

My pubic area had a light smattering of fine, reddish-colored pubic hair. Chris’s pubic area was thickly covered in coarse, light-brown pubic hair.

Even our bodies were totally different-looking. I was a short skinny kid, whereas Chris was almost a head taller than me, and pretty chubby. And considering the drastic difference in our body-sizes, it was quite ironic that my erect penis was substantially longer than Chris's, instead of things being the other way around.

But the one thing that I found most exciting and interesting about Chris's genitals was that he had an extremely odd-shaped dick-head. To be honest, his dick kind of reminded me of a mushroom. But the head of his dick wasn't actually symmetrical, like the top of a real mushroom is. Instead, the top rear of Chris's large dick-head was shaped very much like the rear part of a small toy Triceratops dinosaur head, with its characteristic flattened-out and drastically-protruding ridge.

In the moonlight, I could see the glistening little stream of transparent pre-orgasmic seminal fluid that just kept oozing out of Chris’s piss-hole slit, to naturally flow down the underside of his penis. Being a guy myself, I assumed that I knew exactly what that leaky piss-hole meant. Chris was extremely excited, and already very close to orgasming.

So I decided to initially focus my attention on Chris's balls, instead of his dick, just to let his orgasmic sensations chill down a little bit.

I temporarily removed my hand from Chris's dick, leaned over his lap, stuck my face deep into his crotch, and I licked and sucked his huge balls for a while. Of course, I also fondled them with my hands.

I was surprised by the pungent odor of his crotch, and the fact that it really didn’t smell bad to me at all. In fact, the smell of Chris’s dick and balls actually excited me sexually. And my own dick remained fully-erect and throbbing against the confinement of my pants.

Eventually, I grabbed the very base of Chris's dick between my thumb and my first two fingers, and I held it steady as I licked my way up the short shaft of Chris's leaky, blood-engorged penis, getting my first taste of his pre-orgasmic seminal fluid. It didn't taste all that good to me. But it didn't taste bad to me either. And it turned me on to be licking it up from Chris's dick with my tongue.

I licked my way up the underside of Chris's dick-head, before playfully raking the tip of my tongue across his piss-hole slit a few times.

Then I used my tongue to spread my saliva all over the head of Chris's dick, before I finally moved back down to his dick-shaft, and began firmly licking the well-defined urethral "tube" that ran along the underside of his penis, lapping away at it like a thirsty dog at a water bowl.

At this point, I was intentionally targeting a specific area of Chris's urethral "tube" that was located right behind the head of his dick, where his foreskin was attached to his shaft.

{Author's Note: I have always referred to this same special area of my own urethral "tube" as being my "trigger-spot," because if this particular area of my dick-shaft receives enough physical stimulation, it will automatically and inevitably "trigger" me to have an orgasm. In other words, it is this specific "trigger-spot" area on the underside of my penis that I tend to focus my physical stimulation on, whenever I'm hand-pumping up and down on my shaft to jack myself off. And this "trigger-spot" is the only area of my entire penis where I can just hold the tip of a turned-on vibrator pressed up against it for a little while, and without hand-pumping my dick-shaft at all, the vibrations alone will inevitably cause me to orgasm and ejaculate, as a direct result. I tend to view this "trigger-spot" area of mine as being the male version of the "G-spot" area inside of a female's vagina; which by the way, also just happens to be located directly on her urethral "tube," just like my "trigger spot" is located on mine. Go figure.}

By intentionally and aggressively tonguing the "trigger-spot" area on the underside of Chris's dick-shaft that night in The Pit, I was trying to determine if Chris actually had a specific "trigger-spot" area on his dick, just like I did (I had assumed that he did, but I wasn't 100% sure). And of course, Chris proved to me that he did in fact have a "trigger-spot" area on the underside of his dick-shaft, when he quickly began breathing noticeably harder and faster, and I heard the very next words that came out of his mouth.

“I'm gonna cum!” Chris warned me in a very breathy, excited whisper.

"Okay," I immediately responded, abruptly stopping my energetic dick-licking to look up at Chris. "But just give me a second, alright?"

I quickly stuck the head of his dick into my mouth, and began sucking away on it.

I really had to stretch my mouth wide-open to fit the large, flared-out head of Chris's dick totally inside of my fairly-small mouth. And I found that to be somewhat uncomfortable.

The good news was that it didn't take very long at all for Chris to orgasm. I only had to finger-pump the short shaft of his dick five or six times, before he began to cum in my mouth.

The bad news was that, when he did, I instantly discovered that I absolutely hated the taste of sperm.

To make matters even worse, I started choking and gagging on the massive amount of semen that Chris was squirting directly into the back of my throat. And I assumed that those enormous balls of his were to blame for that. But all I could do at the time, was to try to swallow repeatedly, as quickly as I could.

Even then, I still had to relax my lips, and allow some of the sperm to dribble out of the sides of my mouth, and down onto his crotch.

Meanwhile, Chris's dick just kept on pulsating away, and squirting warm jets of sperm into my mouth for what seemed like an extraordinary length of time. I kept thinking to myself, My God! When will this guy's sperm-shooting ever end?

But of course, Chris's ejaculation eventually did come to an end.

And when I finally raised my head up off of his softening dick, I tried my best to act like my having just taken Chris’s massive wad of freshly-ejaculated sperm inside of my mouth was "no big deal."

At the same time, every fiber in my body was screaming for me to spit out what was left of the salty, yucky-tasting sperm.

But I just kept swallowing over and over again, as I tried to get rid of the horrible taste, as best as I could. I didn't want Chris to think that I wasn't "man enough" to tolerate having his sperm in my mouth.

Throughout all of this discomfort that had been caused by Chris's massive ejaculation into my mouth, my own penis had quickly gone almost completely limp, and I was definitely not in the mood to have more sex.

So when Chris finally pulled his pants back up, and then tried to get me to pull my pants back down, so that he could suck my dick for the second time that night, I talked him out of it, by telling him that I wasn't feeling horny anymore. And I convinced him that it would be best for us to just go ahead and leave The Pit.

Chris and I didn’t say a word to each other while we were making that half-mile-long walk home together that night from The Pit, with the lingering taste of each other's sperm in our mouths. Chris walked with me all the way to my house, before he left to walk back to his own house, which was about a quarter mile away from mine, in the same neighborhood.

Now, here's the last crucial part of my first-ever adult-style sexual encounter story that I "conveniently neglected" to tell my wife, Bea, during my original confession to her:

When Chris and I arrived at the front porch of my house, he finally broke the awkward silence between us, when he very quietly asked me, "Well, did you enjoy getting your dick sucked?"

I quickly whispered back to him, "Yes, I enjoyed it very much. Did you enjoy sucking it?"



"Hell, yes! Your dick really turned me on. Did you like my dick?" Chris asked, still whispering.



"Oh, yeah! Your dick really turned me on too," I candidly confessed, feeling like such a queer, for admitting something like that to my best friend. And of course, by this point, I was also seriously questioning my own heterosexuality.



"That's great! So do you want to have sex again sometime?" Chris asked.

Those words coming out of Chris's mouth hit me like a rock. I had previously thought that our sexual encounter together down in The Pit was supposed to be a one-shot deal. A one-time, friend-on-friend dick-sucking experiment, if you will. That's what Chris had implied, when he had originally asked me if I would let him suck my dick. And now, here I was, being confronted head-on with the "totally-unexpected news" that Chris was wanting to continue having a sexual relationship with me.

I really didn't know what to say to Chris, even though it was the type of question that only needed a simple "yes" or "no" answer.

I didn't want to tell Chris "yes," because in my mind, that would have been like admitting to him that I was a homosexual. And I just couldn't do that--even if it were true, which is wasn't.

But I also didn't want to tell him "no," because I realized that sharing my sexuality with Chris down in The Pit had turned out to be a much better alternative to not sharing my sexuality with anyone at all. Besides, I couldn't deny that I had thoroughly enjoyed having Chris's hands wrapped around my bare dick, as well as having my hands wrapped around his. And if I told Chris "no," I just knew that he would most likely go out and find some other guy to have sex with. And that was totally unacceptable, as far as I was concerned--because deep down inside, I desperately needed for that "other guy" to be me. The bottom line was that I needed to have sex with someone on a regular basis--even if that "someone" was another guy, instead of a girl.

And so I finally decided to give Chris a wishy-washy answer, and see where that led to. I also needed to find out just how badly Chris wanted to continue having sex with me, and whether or not he was willing to negotiate the terms of any future sexual encounters that we might have.



"I don't know," I whispered back, slowly shaking my head, "I mean, I'm not sure that we should."

"Don't be silly. I'm not gonna tell anyone about any of this," Chris tried to reassure me.



"That's...not...what...I...mean," I strongly whispered back, very slowly and emphatically mouthing each word as I said it.



"Then...what...do...you..mean?" Chris asked, just as slowly and emphatically.



After hesitating for a couple of seconds to get my thoughts together, I finally blurted out, "Well, I enjoyed sucking your dick and all. It's just that you shot so much sperm, that it made me choke. And to be totally honest with you, I couldn't stand the taste of the sperm either."

Chris seemed to find my answer to be amusing, as he quipped back, "Okay. So in the future I won't cum in your mouth--that is, unless you tell me that you want me to. Problem solved."



A huge grin broke out on Chris's face. Then he paused for a moment, took a deep breath and got serious again as he added, "Tell you what. The next time that we get together, why don't we just jack each other off. That would be okay with you, wouldn't it?"

I couldn't believe it. Chris had just told me exactly what I had been wanting to hear from him, which finally made me feel comfortable enough to go ahead and let him take our friendship to a whole new level.

"Yeah, that would be great!" I quickly agreed, and then just as enthusiastically suggested, "Why don't we do it at my house Monday after school? My mom will be at work, and we'll have the whole house to ourselves."



"You bet! See ya Monday," Chris replied as he turned around to leave.



And that's how my on-going adolescent clandestine sexual relationship with Chris began.

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MILESTONE 2

Round 2 with a Horny Friend

My horny male friend and I take the plunge into the murky waters of mutual masturbation...

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That particular Sunday seemed like it would never end. It was the day after that very first sexual encounter on Saturday evening in The Pit, with my older friend, Chris. And I was so horny and excited, just from the anticipation of Chris's and my second-ever sexual encounter together--which was supposed to take place tomorrow after school--that I must have jacked myself off at least two or three times throughout the day.

When Monday afternoon finally rolled around, I met Chris after school, and we took the city bus (as opposed to a school bus) home together. We were both in a great mood, and chatting away like a couple of magpies, knowing full well what we were secretly going to be doing, once we arrived at my house (after about a 15 minute walk up a steep hill, from the nearest bus stop, to our neighborhood).

I unlocked the front door, and I went into the house first, calling out for my mother, just to make sure that she wasn't at home, and that Chris and I had the whole house to ourselves. And as luck would have it, we did.

So Chris followed me into my bedroom, and I made sure to close and lock my bedroom door, just in case my mother came home from work early.

Thanks to the layout of my family's home, the doorway to my bedroom--and even my bed itself--was visible from the front doorway of the house. And let's face it. The last thing I needed was for my church mouse of a mother to unexpectedly come home from work, step in through the front door, and then look across the living room--and directly through my open bedroom doorway--to catch me right in the middle of having homosexual-style sex with my best friend.

Chris and I sat down beside each other on one side of my twin-size bed, and we naturally started talking about sexually-related stuff. And of course, the subject of "our evening together in The Pit" eventually came up in the conversation. I mean, how could it not? It was definitely the elephant in the room.

And to tell you the truth, things felt pretty awkward for a little while; until Chris finally broke the ice, by casually reaching down into his own crotch, and openly fondling his clothing-covered dick, while we continued to talk about our shared experience in The Pit.

I naturally followed Chris's lead, and began fondling my own clothing-covered dick right in front of him, too. And it didn't take long at all before we both had noticeable "tent poles" pushing out against the front of our pants.

Chris stood up and took off his pants and underwear, getting naked from the waist down, before he sat back down beside me on the bed, spread his legs apart, and then continued fondling his dick and his balls in front of me.

And then I stood up and got naked from the waist down (just like Chris had done), before sitting back down beside Chris on the bed, and spreading my legs apart.

Before I could reach down into my own crotch, and start fondling my genitals, Chris nonchalantly reached over into my lap, and started playing with my dick and my balls.

And I automatically reciprocated, as I reached over into his lap, and did the same thing to him. And of course, Chris was more than happy to move his hand away from his own genitals, so that I could take over and "drive." And we both took our time feeling out and manually exploring each other's bare sex organs.

And we couldn't help but stare at each other's crotches. Keep in mind that this was the very first time that either of us had seen the other person's bare genitals during the daylight. And now that I could finally see what Chris's dick and balls really looked like, his genitals turned me on even more than they did that evening in The Pit.

The other thing that I noticed was that, when I got my first look at Chris's bare dick, it was already wet at the very tip with his pre-cum. And the transparent pre-cum fluid just kept slowly oozing out of Chris's piss-hole slit, and running down the underside of his shaft, the whole time that I was touching and playing with his genitals.

Eventually, I felt that I just had to make a comment about how leaky Chris's dick was. And our conversation went something like this:

"Wow! Your dick's so wet. Do you always leak like that?" I asked Chris.

"Yeah. Don't you?"

"No," I initially replied, and Chris gave me one of those "are-you-crazy" kind of looks. And so I went on to explain, "I mean, yes, I do leak. But not anywhere near as much as you do. And I don't usually start leaking, until I get really excited. Like right before I'm about to orgasm."

"Oh, yeah? Well you're leaking right now," Chris said very matter-of-factly, which made me look down at my own dick-head. And sure enough, my piss-hole slit was wet and glistening with my pre-cum. "So then I guess that means that you're really excited right now, right?" Chris asked.

"Of course I am. Aren't you?"

"No. Not really," Chris said nonchalantly, as he was busy using his fingertips to feel and play with the watery-looking, transparent pre-cum that was slowly seeping out of my piss-hole slit.

"Oh, come on!" I said. "You've gotta be kiddin' me."

"No, I'm not," Chris said with a serious look on his face; and then waited for a long moment, before he all of the sudden broke out laughing, and said, "Okay, okay, you're right. I am really excited. Just like you are. But the truth is, I'd be even more excited right now if you had a pussy, instead of a dick."

"Hey, I feel the same way you do," I honestly replied.

"You mean, you'd rather have a pussy?" Chris taunted me.

"No, Silly. I'd want you to be the one with the pussy. I'm more than happy to keep the dick I've got, thank you."

"I would too, if I were you. You've got a really nice long one, you know? I wish mine looked like yours."

"I don't. I think your dick is super sexy-looking, just the way it is," I stated, quite honestly.

"I'm just glad you agreed to go down into The Pit with me the other night."

"So am I. And by the way, thanks for coming over to my house this afternoon. I almost can't believe that we're really doing this right now."

"Neither can I," Chris agreed, and he began to slowly hand-pump my penis, which let me know that he was ready to "get down to business."

So I joined in, and within less than a minute or two, we were both energetically pumping away at each other's dicks at the same time.

Perhaps the best part of all this, was that Chris just happened to be left-handed (unlike me). And he also just happened to be sitting beside me (hip-to-hip) to my right, at the edge of the bed. So he naturally had his left hand in my lap, and was using it to jack me off very adeptly, while I was using my right hand to jack him off, too.

Things couldn't have been more perfect for us at that moment. It felt like our jacking off together was just something that was meant to happen. And Chris and I were both so mentally excited, that our mutual masturbation didn't last very long.

I was the first one to orgasm. I didn't give Chris any warning either. I just started cumming. And while he kept on pumping away at my dick, Chris watched my sperm, as the little spurts were forcefully squirting out of the tip of my dick, like tiny white rockets flying upward into the air, and then smoothly arcing over to fall down onto the carpet, right in front of me, beside the bed.

Chris seemed delighted by what he was witnessing. But I was actually feeling pretty embarrassed. At this point in my life, no one but me had ever seen my sperm being ejaculated.

However, my embarrassment would turn out to be short-lived, because within a few moments--as my orgasmic feelings were starting to subside, and my ejaculating penis was still mildly pulsating in Chris's hand--he said to me, "God, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen!"

And I knew that Chris was referring to my ejaculation, and I sarcastically said, "You're welcome. Now it's time for you to show me yours. Don't ya think?"

"Don't worry," Chris assured me very excitedly, breathing so hard that he was barely able to get the next few phrases out of his mouth, in short machine gun-style bursts of words, "Just keep stroking me...Like you're doing...Fuck, yes...That's it...Yeah...I'm cumming...I'm cumming..."

And just seconds later, I got to witness Chris's massive ejaculation. As I was swiftly pumping up and down on his short dick-shaft (with my thumb and my first two fingers wrapped around it), and trying my best to help him cum, Chris's sperm all of the sudden squirted out very forcefully from his piss-hole, just like mine had done, a few moments before.

But Chris's sperm didn't look anything like mine did. Instead of being an off-white-colored, oily-looking seminal fluid with thicker globs of sperm floating around in it, Chris's semen flew out in very long, thick, almost-pure-white streamers. It almost had the consistency and the look of white cake frosting.

And there was lots and lots of sperm. Chris must have ejaculated at least two or three times the amount of semen that I did during an orgasm. I was literally blown away by what I saw! It was as if Chris's dick-head had turned into a little "sperm-volcano." And I just shook my head, as the realization hit me that it was the same "gushing" dick-head that I had had in my mouth just two days ago, down in The Pit.

By the way, it was very obvious to me--by the way that Chris was giggling away like a little girl, and by how his face had quickly turned red--that, despite his earlier outwardly-macho behavior, he was feeling just as embarrassed about letting me see his ejaculation, as I was earlier, about letting him see mine.

After we were both finished cumming, we continued to play with each other's dicks for a little while, with each of us taking turns, as we were finger-rubbing some of our own freshly-ejaculated sperm all over the other person's dick-head. And while we were busy doing that, we talked to each other about what we had just done together, and about how exciting it was for us to jack off each other's dicks, instead of our own.

Then we both went into the bathroom together, and took turns using a warm wet washcloth to gently wipe off and clean up our sticky genitals.

We then rinsed out the same wet washcloth and took it back into the bedroom with us, so that we could use it to wipe up as much sperm as we could off of the carpet in my bedroom. Needless to say, my mother definitely would not have been pleased, if she would have come home from work to find dried-up sperm puddles and streaks all over the carpet, by the side of my bed.

As Chris and I were both getting dressed, he told me that he wanted to have sex with me again the very next afternoon at my house, if that was okay with me.

And of course, I told him that it was "okay with me"--which was a huge understatement on my part. What I was really hoping at that very moment, was that Chris would change his mind about leaving. I wanted him to pull his pants back down, and have sex with me again, right there on the spot--because, believe it or not, I could feel my dick already starting to "grow" inside my pants again. And we were still in my bedroom, with the bedroom door closed and locked.

But instead, Chris opened the bedroom door, and I followed him into the living room, and we simply said our goodbyes to one another. But right before Chris stepped out of the front door of my house to walk back home to his, he assured me that he was fine with us just jacking each other off for now, until I finally became more comfortable with the whole situation, and let him know that I was ready to start trying other things. And with that, he left my house.

Meanwhile, I was still feeling so horny and mentally excited from what had just taken place between Chris and me, that I went straight back to my bedroom, closed and locked my bedroom door behind me, retrieved my hidden stash of "visual masturbation aids"--which at this point in my life, took the form of mostly Hustler and Penthouse men's magazines--and I stared at the photos of the naked, spread-legged women's pussies, while I got naked from the waist down myself, and then jacked off my already fully-erect dick.

But unfortunately, due to my exceptionally high level of mental sexual excitement, that post-Chris's-departure-from-my-house jack-off session still didn't "do the trick" for me. I just kept on getting spontaneous boners throughout the rest of the afternoon. And I also couldn't help but think about what Chris had meant when he had told that we would eventually be "trying other things" together.

After I finished eating supper with Mom that evening, I excused myself from the dinner table, being very careful to hide the very-noticeable bulge at the front of my pants from my mother. And I ended up having to make a beeline for the bathroom, so that I could jack myself off once again--if for no other reason, than to try to get rid of the "boner from hell" that just didn't seem to want to go away, on its own.

And while I was standing up in front of the bathroom sink, and staring at the blood-engorged head of my own dick in the bathroom mirror, as I was stroking away at it like a madman, all I could think about was Chris's super-sexy-looking, drastically-flared-out dick-head; and those gigantic balls of his; and especially his awesome "volcanic" sperm-release.

And while I was orgasming and squirting my sperm all over the sink, I was vividly imagining that I was rubbing my dick-head up against Chris's, and then ejaculating my sperm all over the head of his dick.

It wasn't until immediately afterwards that I realized that I had just hit a "masturbation milestone." This was the very first time in my life when I had not experienced a single thought about girls or women--or about their nipples, or about their pussies--the whole time that I was jacking myself off.

Instead, all I had ended up thinking about was my best friend's dick. It didn't matter that I wasn't gay, or that I wasn't actually in love with Chris. All that really mattered was that I was "in love with" his penis. And I quickly decided that I could live with that--just as long as Chris was "in love with" my penis, too (and not in love with me). And judging from my first two sexual encounters with him, I was fairly certain that this was the case.

The bad news was that after I had finished jacking myself off and I had left the bathroom, the head of my dick was rubbed raw, and feeling very sore to the touch.

But the good news was that I finally felt sexually satiated, which meant no more spontaneous boners. And that was a very good thing, because I was finally able to stop thinking about sex--at least, long enough so that I could concentrate on getting my school homework done.

And of course, that very next morning, despite my still-sore dick-head, I found myself looking forward to Round 3 with my special horny friend.

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MILESTONE 3

Surprised by a Horny Friend

At the end of our one-week-old secret sexual relationship, my horny male friend surprises me--twice...

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Chris and I got together to have sex every afternoon during that very first week of our secret sexual relationship.

And Rounds 3, 4, 5 and 6 with Chris ended up being pretty much carbon copies of Round 2. In other words, after school, Chris and I would meet up to take the city bus home together. And then after walking from the bus stop up that steep hill to my house, we would go straight to my bedroom, making sure to lock the bedroom door behind us. Then we would play with our own pants-covered crotches in front of each other, until both of our penises became fully-erect. At that point, we would both get naked from the waist down, and then proceed to feel out and play with each other's bare genitals, before finally jacking each other off. And no matter whether I liked it or not, I was always the first one to orgasm.

The biggest difference between these subsequent sexual encounters and Monday's Round 2 was that at the beginning of Tuesday's Round 3, I decided to share a few Hustler, Penthouse, and Playboy magazines from my hidden stash with Chris. And we used those photos of the naked, spread-legged women to help us both "get in the mood" for sex.

Throughout the rest of the week--and at Chris's insistence, I might add--we continued starting out our sexual encounters by looking at porn photos in the various men's magazines from my substantial stash.

Chris was surprised and extremely pleased by just how many Hustler, Penthouse, and Playboy magazines I had managed to collect over the years--thanks to my already-divorced father, believe it or not. He was the one who had actually bought and given me each one of those men's magazines, whenever I used to go visit him. As far as I was concerned, my dad was nothing less than awesome!

At any rate, I kept this prized men's magazine collection of mine hidden in multiple boxes up in the attic. I thank God that the only access to the attic of our house was through the trap door in the ceiling of the closet in my bedroom.

And I also thank God that my mother never stored anything up in the attic. The last thing I needed was for my super-prudish mother to discover my large porn magazine collection--especially the over-the-top Hustler magazines that had turned out to be my favorites. As you can imagine, she would have really flipped out.

When Chris left my house right after Friday afternoon's Round 6, I assumed that I wouldn't be having sex with him again until that next Monday afternoon, after the weekend was over with.

But Chris unexpectedly showed up on my doorstep early Saturday evening, asking me if I wanted to go out with him to the bowling alley to play some pinball. As we were both still standing face-to-face in the front doorway of my house, our conversation went something like this:

"Sure," I said. "That sounds neat."

"Do you want to have sex first? Before we go to the bowling alley?" Chris asked out loud.

"Shh. My mom's home. She'll hear you," I chided him, before adding in a whisper, "Besides, where could we do that at?"

"It's been over a week since we sucked dicks down in The Pit," Chris said in a very quite voice. "I really miss that. Do you want to do it again? I mean suck dicks down in The Pit?" Chris asked.

"No!" I replied in a forced whisper. "I don't want to go down in The Pit again. That place really gave me the creeps."

"So then, what you're saying is that you're okay with us sucking dicks tonight, but that you just don't want to do it down in The Pit, right?"

"Yeah, I guess that's what I'm saying. But where else could we go?" I asked, realizing that I had just agreed to suck Chris's dick again, despite the bad experience that I had had, while I was performing that very sex act on Chris down in The Pit.

"How about the playhouse in your back yard. Remember how we used to 'play doctor' there all the time? No one ever caught us."

"My mom's home, remember? We can't just walk into the back yard, and go into the playhouse together. That would really make her suspicious."

"No, but we can tell your mom 'bye' first, and then leave through the front door, like we're going out somewhere together--which we really are. Then we just go around the side of the house, and jump over the wall, and sneak into the playhouse. What do ya say?"

"I don't know. It's gonna be pretty dark inside that playhouse. I mean, we can't turn on any lights, for obvious reasons."

"That's okay. All we really need to do is 'turn on' each other, right?" Chris said, intentionally twisting my words around to try to be funny. "I think I can get along just fine in the dark, can't you?"

"Sure."

"Well then, what are you waitin' for? Let's go," Chris said.

And as we were walking around the side of the house, and getting ready to climb over the five-and-a-half-foot-tall, rock privacy wall that surrounded my entire back yard, Chris said, "I've got a surprise for you tonight. But I'm not gonna tell you what it is, until we get inside the playhouse."

We snuck across the back yard, and into the playhouse. We closed the door, and sat down on the wooden floor of the playhouse, facing each other.

It was super-dark in there. There was just a little bit of light streaming through the edges of the curtains in the two small windows. But it was enough light for me to barely make out the shadow of Chris's chubby body, sitting a couple feet away, right in front of me.

Chris reached across into my lap, and began fondling my dick through the crotch material of my pants. Naturally, I reached across into his lap, and began doing the same thing to him. And we just sat there for several minutes, quietly feeling out each other's "equipment," until we both finally had hard-ons.

"So what's the big surprise?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Why don't you take your pants off first, and then I'll tell you," Chris suggested.

And I did just that, while he was taking his own pants off at the same time.

We both sat back down on our bare butts on that hard wooden floor, facing each other. And then Chris said, "What would you say, if I told you that I wanted us to suck each other's dicks right now."

"That's no surprise! I mean, that's why we came out here, isn't it?"

"Okay, so here's the 'surprise' part. I want us to suck each other's dicks at the same time, if that's okay with you."

"What? Just how were you planning for us to do that? I mean, I don't want to lie on top of you. That would be disgusting. And I certainly don't want you lying on top of me, either. You'd crush me, and I wouldn't be able to breathe," I said, half joking, and half not.

"It'll be easy. You'll see. All we need to do is lie down on our sides, and face each other, but with our bodies in opposite directions. So what do ya say? Come on. Give it a try. You just might like it."

"Okay, okay. You win. But understand that I'm only doing this for you," I said--which was a complete lie on my part, because I was just as curious to try out 69-ing with Chris, as he was to try it out with me.

"That's fair enough. And I promise, you won't be sorry," Chris said, as he leaned over, until he was lying down on his left side.

And I did the same thing, but in the opposite direction.

We both naturally bent our right legs (with our right knees up in the air) to open up our crotch area, and give each other better access to our genital areas.

The next thing I knew, I felt Chris's hands, as he grabbed hold of my dick with one hand, and my balls with his other hand. And within moments I felt his mouth, as he wrapped it around my dick-head, and began sucking away on it.

I could smell the pungent-but-sexy aroma of Chris's crotch somewhere near my face. So I reached out into the darkness in front of me, just like a blind person would, as I as tentatively feeling the air for--and then eventually grabbing hold of--his stubby dick and his enormous balls.

Chris responded by shimmying his hips in closer to my head, and then gently rocking his pelvis back and forth to repeatedly thrust the tip of his dick-head right up against my face and my mouth.

I opened my mouth wide, and wrapped it around Chris's large flared-out dick-head, and began sucking away on it, just like he was already doing to mine.

And we both kept on gently rocking our hips back and forth, as we were basically fucking each other's mouths with the heads of our dicks.

At one point, Chris pulled his mouth up off of my dick-head just long enough to ask me if I liked his "surprise."

And I removed his dick-head from my mouth just long enough to tell him that I did.

And then all of the sudden, I had a horrible realization. Chris's dick-head was upside down in my mouth. And since his piss-hole slit was situated towards the topside of his dick-head (just like mine was), I knew that when he started ejaculating, he would be squirting his sperm directly down into my throat. And there was nothing that I was going to be able to do about it, except to take it like a man, and hope that I wouldn't end up choking on his sperm.

Then another thought struck me like rock. Chris's was eventually going to fuck some girl one day. And that girl would probably never know that Chris's dick had been inside of my mouth, long before she ever had it up inside of her vagina.

Also, the irony was not lost on me, that Chris and I were having sex inside the very same playhouse where we had innocently "played doctor" so many years before with various young girls who lived in the neighborhood.

By the way, Chris and I did have a lot in common sexually. For example, we both liked to talk to each other a lot during sex. Especially during the foreplay phase of our sexual encounters.

But if there was one huge difference between Chris's and my sexuality, it had to be the fact that Chris almost always proudly announced his impending orgasms to me, whereas I almost never verbally warned him, whenever I was getting ready to orgasm.

Instead, whenever I would feel the orgasmic feelings starting to quickly overwhelm me, I would abruptly quit talking to Chris, in order to mentally draw back inside of myself for a few moments, and then I would just start cumming.

But tonight, since Chris just happened to have the head of my dick inside his mouth when I was getting ready to cum, I made sure to give him a verbal orgasm-warning, in order to keep him from being caught by surprise, and possibly choking on my sperm.

So I removed his dick-head from my mouth just long enough to quickly warn him, "I'm gonna cum."

And Chris pulled his mouth up off of my dick-head just long enough to tell me, "Go right ahead."

And within the next few seconds, I began unloading my whole wad of sperm directly into the back of Chris's mouth. And he just kept sucking away at my dick-head the whole time, swallowing every bit of my sperm, as if it were some weird ambrosia, or something (just like he had done, when we were down in The Pit, that very first night togeth