A few days after the camping trip, we all met in a local park. We chatted and giggled about what we did. None of us knew the word homosexual, gay meant something bright and frivolous. It was a very hetero normative world. The only `camp' men we had seen were some of the characters in the Carry On films. We knew it was fun, and we'd like to repeat it sometime. Alan, the most timid in the gang whispered, asking if I'd like to come round later and keep him company, as his parents were going to the cinema. I said it shouldn't be a problem
When I arrived home, I checked with Mum, who thought it was a good idea. At 7.00 I rocked up at Alan's, just in time to say good-bye to his parents. They told us to behave ourselves and not make a mess. We sat on the settee, watching some game show. Alan slipped his arm round my waist, sending a shiver up my spine. I turned to him, but before I could say anything, he kissed me on the lips. It made my penis move in my Y fronts. I went to turn back to the TV, but Alan put a hand behind my head and kissed me more passionately. I couldn't help but respond, my mouth opened and his tongue wormed it's way inside. I had to adjust my jeans, as it was becoming uncomfortable. Alan asked me to come to his bedroom, held my hand and led the way. His room was typical for a teenager, a few posters, single bed, with clothes and clutter everywhere. He mumbled an apology for the state, then asked me to take my shoes off and lie on the bed. He climbed on top of me and we kissed a lot more. It just seemed natural. It became hot, so our tops came off. As we kissed some more, I could feel our hard cocks hitting eachother. Alan slid down and loosened my jeans, then got off the bed and pulled my jeans right off. My penis was hard, rubbing on the waistband of my underwear. Alan stood up and undressed, revealing a fairly small, but very hard dick. He lay back down on me, we kissed some more then he knelt up, straddling me. Then bent over, kissing my nipples and chest. He slid further down and pulled my Y fronts off. Straddling me again, he held my cock and pushed it against his bottom, I guessed he wanted me to go inside him, but I didn't think it would fit. He said wait a minute and popped into his parents bedroom, coming back with his Mum's hand cream. He bent over and kissed my cock, making it harder, then swallowed most of it. I nearly came. He then smeared my willy with the cream and wiped some up his bottom. Straddling me again, he held my dick and pushed down. It entered him past his sphincter. He let out a painful yelp and lifted himself off again. He put more hand cream on and seemed to be poking a finger into himself. He held my dick again, pushed down, this time it slid all the way in, He smiled, leaned forward and we kissed. My cock felt amazing inside him. He began riding me up and down as if he was on a horse. I sort of responded, pumping up into him, trying to get my timing right. He was wanking his little willy, size obviously counts for nothing as several jets of cum hit me in the face and chest. His cumming made his sphincter tighten, making me shoot inside him, He leaned over and said thank-you, kissed me and eased off me. He found a shirt in his dirty washing basket and cleaned me up. We dressed and tidied ourselves, he popped the hand cream back and we went back to the TV. A film had started, so we sat, holding hands, watching it. We heard the key in the lock, so Alan quickly sat in an armchair, looking angelic. We made some small talk with his Mum and Dad, before I said I must be going, telling Alan I'd see him in the park tomorrow morning. As I left he blew me a kiss.