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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.