These are true stories (except the names of people and places) of my adventures when we were 14 in a British high school.
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AUTHOR NOTE:
Thanks for your feedback so far -- I love hearing from you all. I've had a few questions about the timeline of my erm, `adventures' with Matt and Olly, and how they fit together. Matt and I started to mess around a couple of years before things started with Olly, and I continued to mess around with them both for a few years. They didn't know about each other, despite us all being in the same year group.
Chapter two: sleepover
I couldn't stop reading the text from Matt. I felt a whole mix of things I'd never experienced before -- I was relieved that he still wanted to be my friend, and excited (the hard dick kind of excited) at the thought of what might happen. I was a weird mix of frightened and sad at what getting excited at the thought of kissing another boy might mean, and felt kind of dirty that I was thinking this, but I the same time, I really wanted him to sleep over. Who knows, he might not even want to stay over like we'd planned now, but I'd be up for it I think.
`Yeh. Come bk if you want.' I text. I then went upstairs and to get changed, ready for when Matt came back.
Even though I was alone at home, I closed the door as I entered my bedroom. Standing in the middle of my room, I caught sight of myself in the mirror as I took my clothes off, the damp patch making a darker circle on the front of my boxers. I decided to change these too, so slipped them off, now standing naked and alone. I looked at myself in the mirror, my hand instinctively drawn to my soft cock, which was still slick with (what I now know to be) precum.
I held the head of my dick gently, covered by my foreskin which retracted even easier than usual thanks to the clear slime that coated my now stiffening dick. It felt so good. I gripped my cock in my hand, releasing a bead of clear precum from the slit, which grew before starting to drip in a long trail, which I collected on the index finger of my free hand. Again, by instinct, and for the first time ever, I brought my precum-coated finger to my nose. It smelled of nothing -- not like the bleachy smell of cum, literally nothing except on the mild scent of handwash I'd used earlier.
I stuck my tongue out to taste it. I'd planned to taste my cum so many times, determined to see what it feels and tastes like in my mouth, like you see in porn. I'd cum in my hand or in a cup/glass, but as soon as I'd shot my load, I couldn't think of anything worse than putting my jizz anywhere near my mouth, thank you very much!
This was different. I hadn't just cum, so felt no post-masturbation guilt -- in fact, I was getting harder and hornier by the second, and it didn't have that awful smell of jizz. I touched the end of my tongue with my precummy finger and cautiously licked it off. It didn't any real taste but made me feel even more excited. I sucked my finger to get every bit of the slime off it, before trying to squeeze another blob out to taste, although no more came out.
For a moment, with my hand still around my rock-hard dick, I could think of nothing else than shooting my load, knowing it was going to be a good one, but then remembered that Matt might be here any minute. Him finding me naked with a hard on is not going to make the situation any better, I decided to save it and get dressed. I pulled on clean boxers (the tight, boxer brief kind), some shorts and a new tee-shirt. I went to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face and hair before going downstairs. I sat on the sofa and could still feel my semi hard cock through my pocket and could see the outline in my jersey shorts. I really wanted to have a wank, but knew now was not the time. I guessed Matt would get here any minute.
90 long minutes later, Matt arrived. My parents got home literally at the same time, which would usually have been irritating, but it was kind of good to have the distraction. All three walked though the door together. Thought you'd have been her before now Matty' my mum said (she'd always called him Matty). Before the need to think of an excuse got awkward, mum shouted from the kitchen you staying for dinner Matty?' if that's okay' he replied. My mum stuck her head around the kitchen door with a smirk what do you think?' she said, and laughed.
Matt and me went into the living room, in silence, neither sure what to say I suppose. We okay?' he asked. I could feel myself blush and was a bit worried I was going to cry again (what was wrong with me?!), but I managed a quick yeah', just as my mum shouted again are you staying in the tent tonight boys?' We looked at each other without talking. I was sure he'd not want to stay after what happened and how I reacted but didn't want to say anything to him. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows, which I took to be a question. I shrugged, indicating it was up to him. Yeah.' He replied, then he looked at me and smiled.
Holy fuck. He was on for a sleepover.
Now, Matt and I had had about a million sleepovers at each other's houses. This was hardly news. We'd been friends since primary school and hung out together all the time, spending weekends and school holidays together. I remember once we had a conversation about masturbating -- I think because we'd talked about it in sex ed at school, but it was literally just a conversation. We'd done the whole `I'll show you mine if you show me yours' thing a few times, but it was never sexual, until now. We'd only done it a few times as I started puberty before Matt, so enjoyed comparing my growing cock and hair with his much smaller and balder package! Innocent curiosity. Until now.
After exchanging a few silent glances at each other, we quickly got into our usual thing of TV and a bit of gaming before dinner, where we chatted with my parents as normal. We washed up (not by choice -- thanks mum!), then decided to go up to my room. as we got upstairs my mum shouted up you'll need to sort the tent out soon boys, if you still want to sleep in there, while it's still light.' We hadn't been back since this afternoon. Do you still want to sleep out there?' I asked, we can stay in here instead if you like.' The tent's cool' Matt said, `let's get our things and head out there.'
We collected two sleeping bags, pillows and a blanket from my room and headed outside into the tent. We stepped into the bedroom compartment, which was divided into two separate sections by a sheet that velcroed in the corners. You sort the sleeping bags and stuff out while I get the other bits from the house' I suggested, I don't mind how you do it'. I really wanted us to sleep in the same compartment, but knew that Matt might want to sleep in separate bedrooms after what happened this afternoon. I half wanted to tell him, but was nowhere near brave enough. I went into the kitchen and gathered a couple of torches, a bottle of coke and some snacks before shouting `night then' to my mum and dad, before going back into the tent.
It was 9:30ish, and was just starting to get dark outside. It was one of those summer evenings -- warm and balmy, with just the hint of dampness in the air. I went into the tent, zipping the main door behind me. I'm back' I said, as I put the bits down, and started to walk into the bedroom compartment. I thought we could sleep in the same bit, if that's okay with you' said Matt, I've put both our pillows at the same end, away from the door'. This meant we'd be lying next to each other, just as we'd planned earlier on -- before IT happened. Cool' was all I could say, my mind racing at what else might happen, that jumble of fear/excitement/guilt/horniness/worry returning.
It was getting dark in the tent -- still able to see, but it would have been too dark to read if you know what I mean. We turned a lantern on that hung in the main compartment as we continued to mess around, preparing a snack and pouring a coke each. `I'm going to get ready for bed' Matt said, walking into the bedroom section. I could hear him rustling clothes, and was desperate to turn around, despite seeing him change, and even naked a gazillion times before. I managed to resist... a real test of my willpower!
After a few minutes, all went quiet. Are you getting ready too' Matt asked. yeah, after you're done' I said, frightened he might see my semi (or worse). I'm done' he said, let's have our drinks in here'. I started to untie the lantern from the where the tent poles cross at the top of the tent, making the light dance on the walls of the canvas. `We don't need the lantern in here -- its light enough for now and we've got torches if we need more light'. Deciding it was probably better in the dusky light, I obeyed, turned the lantern off, and made my way into the bedroom section, carrying our cokes, one in each hand.
There was Matt, sitting in just his boxers (also boxer briefs), cross-legged on his sleeping bag, eyes open wide, glancing briefly at me before looking down. I could tell he felt a bit nervous too, which was crazy as we were friends, no best friends and had been forever. It was Matt for goodness sake!
You just going to sit there?' I said, as I stood with the cokes in my hands. Oh yeah, sorry!' he said, before standing to take them off me. I instinctively looked at his boxers, tight against his body I'm not sure if it was because I'd never really looked at it before, but his bulge seemed bigger -- did he have a semi too? I could feel my cock pulse as my eyes scanned his crotch. Are you going to take your clothes off then, or what' Matt said, in barely more than a whisper. I didn't speak, but after passing him the glasses, I pulled my teeshirt over my head and turned away slightly before pushing my shorts down. Now, like Matt, I was standing there in my boxers. He started to laugh, which broke the ice and I started laughing too. He passed me my drink and we both took a sip at the same time, after which we'd stopped laughing. Can I kiss you again?' he whispered, but didn't wait for an answer. He stepped towards me, closing his eyes just before his lips touched mine. It was a quick, soft kiss, followed my another longer one, when he stepped closer towards me. Although our bodies were not yet touching, I could feel the heat from his skin on mine. We stopped kissing so he could take both our drinks and put them out of the way.
`Shall we lay down?' he asked, but again, without waiting, lay on top of one of the sleeping bags on his back, the tent in his boxers created by his erection clearly viable, which he stroked with his hand. I could hear my heartbeat again in my ears.
That confusion I'd been fighting against all afternoon, the mixture of guilt, worry and fear was melting away, replaced by a want -- no -- NEED, for Matt. I zipped the bedroom compartment door, and lay next to Matt, before we turned towards each other and started kissing again, so close to each other that I could feel our rock-hard cocks touch through the fabric of our boxers.
How I didn't cum then, I don't know. But, as they say, that's another story...
To be continued...
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