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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Chapter three: bed time.
We lay there, kissing, like our mouths didn't belong to our bodies. White style lips and our tongues explored the mouth of the other, we lay like soldiers, arms by our sides lying almost touching but completely parallel to each other. Only the occasional touch of our erections connected us.
I'm starting to feel hot lying in the tent. I was aware that the air was thick and humid and that it felt sweaty. I opened my eyes and noticed that Matt's eyes were still closed but his forehead glistening with beads of sweat-exactly as mine felt.
We continued to kiss, and it felt like we needed to do more, although I was frightened to make the first move... says the guy laying with talented boxer shorts kissing another boy with equally tented boxer shorts! Whatever was going to happen next was going to be a big step forward, and what we'd done already today felt ginormous. Before lunch, I've never really thought about kissing a boy before, and now, lying here, next to my best friend, I'm a little worried and at the same time excited about the night ahead.
Matt broke the case. I took the opportunity to move my head away slightly, causing him to open his eyes. We looked at each other, and smiled without speaking which quickly turned into a quiet, nervous laugh. We couldn't hold each other's guys for very long and both looked anywhere other than into each other's eyes. Again we felt like a line had been crossed. One that we could not do, but that kind of felt okay.
I rolled over onto my back, looking up at the top of the tent. I lifted my hand to my head and put my fingers through my hair which felt kind of damp-like it feels after a run. I close my eyes, taking a minute to think about a crazy situation we are currently in. With my eyes closed I could hear Mat's quick breathing, the sound of people in distant gardens and the odd car driving on a nearby road. I opened my eyes and glanced at my boxers, tented due to my rock hard cock. I don't think I'd ever been as hard. It felt weirdly exhilarating to be lying here, with a very obvious interaction, in the presence of Mat, or anyone for that matter! I wondered for a moment why I didn't feel more self-conscious, that dirty feeling that I'd had before, now gone.
I closed my eyes again, wondering what might happen next. I hoped that by laying on my back, Matt would take the lead and lay on top of me, or at least lean over me to kiss me again. I wanted to be able to touch his dick, but absolutely could not make the first move. What if he didn't feel the same or didn't want to take things that far. I felt a bit stuck. I cleared my throat to break the silence between us, even though it had only been a few seconds. Drink?' Matt suggested. sure' I replied, both sitting up to pick up our glasses. Matt stood to get a bottle to refill the drinks, putting his hand inside his boxers to adjust his now semi-hard cock, looking at me as he did it, removing his hand quickly.
Is this weird?' he asked. Nope' I said it doesn't need to be. We only kissed'. yeah' he replied, unable to look at me again. do you want to get dressed?' I asked, not wanting him to feel weird, but willing him in my mind to say no! Nah' he said, it's too hot to be dressed -- unless you want to?' This is cool' I said, as I took my turn at adjusting my dick to a more comfortable position. Phew!
The conversation moved on, and we talked about the usual rubbish teenage boys talked about. Our dicks settling back down, and the wet patches that marked the front of our boxers started to dry, leaving a mark. We listened to some music and watched some videos on our phones -- just like we would any other time. We ate snacks, chatted and messed around, all still wearing just our boxers. It had gotten dark, so we turned on the battery-powered lantern that we attached overhead where the tent poles crossed. We were laying on our fronts, watching YouTube, when Matt came in for another kiss, kind of from nowhere. We stayed in the same position, laying forwards, resting up on our elbows, and kissed, our mouths opening and closing in sync, using tongues to explore each other. It felt easier than it did earlier on. Kind of more natural.
In the dimly lit tent, we lay and kissed for what seemed like seconds and forever at the same time. You know like in films when you see people kiss and the world goes blurry around them? That's what it felt like. Suddenly out of nowhere, our hypnotic kiss was broken by a terrifying sound... my mum, shouting through the tent from outside. we're going to bed now boys. Night'. We must have jumped a mile in the air, and mumbled something back shouting night!'. With that we heard the door close. I could feel myself shaking, thinking what would have happened if she'd have walked in on us. Jees! We looked at each other and started laughing, which turned into hysterics. We were both sat up at either end of the bedroom compartment now, both with stiff cocks, and renewed damp circles decorating the front of our tented boxer briefs.
Let's turn the light off and go to bed too shall we?' Matt suggested. We both stood at the same time to turn the lantern off, our arms simultaneously stretching upwards towards the roof of the tent. He kind of giggled awkwardly, putting his arms down, but stayed standing next to me while I turned the light off. Suddenly it was really dark -- you know like it is for a few seconds when you turn a light off. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see Matt still standing there, looking at me. hi.' I said quietly -- it was the only thing I could think of... great. hi' he replied, before taking a step towards me in the darkness and kissing me again. We stood there, kissing as messily as we had all afternoon, then it happened. He brushed his hand over my bum, moving it around toward the front of my damp, stretched boxers. I let out a half-gasp-half-moan, which made him stop and we both stepped back. He laughed in a whisper. Ssssshhhh' he said but didn't go back to kissing me. SHIT. I'D RUINED IT.
He fumbled around in the near-darkness and seemed to be checking the zip was closed on the outer door and the bedroom section. Shall we go to bed now?' he asked. sure' I said again, feeling like I wanted to cry that I'd ruined the moment. We got into our sleeping bags and lay in silence for a minute (that felt like an hour btw). Olly' Matt said. I sleep naked at home. Do you mind if I do it here.' Now, I knew that was a lie, but I also knew I wanted him to take his shorts off so I could do the same. course' I said. I watched as he shuffled in his sleeping bag, taking off his boxers. I'd hoped I'd get to see his cock, which I'd seen a million times before, but never hard, and never after kissing him. He lifted his arm of the bag, with his black boxers in his hand. that's better!' he said with a laugh, flinging his boxers at me. I made a pretend disgusted noise, as I picked them up and threw them back to him, but not before brushing them past my nose. WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM -- SNIFFING BOXERS?! I don't really know how to describe the smell, other than FUCKING FANTASTIC. A weird mixture of mustiness, Matt and soap I think. I felt the damp patch flash by. The end of my nose. It didn't smell of anything (boo), but it was hot knowing that the cool, dampness of the cotton came out of Matt's cock.
Have you tried sleeping nude?' he asked. No' I said automatically, instantly regretting it. It was true, I'd never slept naked, but if ever there was a time I wanted to, it was now. I usually wank' before bed. I can't get to sleep if I don't' Matt confessed. Cool' I said me too, usually.' I said. it's dark, so it's not weird if we do it at the same time, is it? Matt half stated/half asked. Without waiting for an answer I could see him adjust himself and see his sleeping bag move as he jerked his cock. I put my hand into my briefs and took hold of my cock too, my eyes fixed at the sight of Matt's moving sleeping bag, the ruffling sound it made as he pumped his fist, and in the knowledge that he knew exactly what I was doing too.
He made an excuse about being too hot, and unzipped his sleeping bag, throwing the top half off him, so he lay naked, on his back. I could really see his cock now, and could smell it -- not in a bad way at all, just the normal smell of a guy. He turned and looked at me, noticing my eyes were locked on his dick. are you not hot too'?' he asked. Conscious not to make the same mistake again, boiling' I said, then unzipped my sleeping bag too. This was amazing! He sat up to help unzip the sleeping bag and uncover me. I had been wanking too, but took my hand out of my boxers to remove the sleeping bag, my cock now hidden again. He looked at my cock, and stroked the front of my pants. `you going to take these off too?' he asked. I thought I was going to shoot right there and then. Without saying anything, I lifted my bum off the ground, then slipped my shorts off. My cock twanging back upwards as I pushed my shorts down.
Now we were both hard, naked and touching ourselves in front of someone else. Wow' he said. It looks bigger hard', and he sat at the side of me, while I remained laying down. He started at my cock while he wanked himself off, the fapping sound he made as he jerked his cock, slick with precum adding to the excitement in the tent. He stopped wanking and lay next to me, leaning over me to kiss me. I was so close to cumming I wasn't sure I was going to be able to stop it. We kissed for a minute, our hands exploring each other's back and ass -- I think we knew how close we were to shooting, so didn't dare touch either cock for fear of setting off an explosion!
Quickly, it got too much for us and we needed to shoot. I really need to cum' Matt said. I'm close.' I panted. We lay next to each other, my left arm touching his right as we wanked ourselves off, both lifting our heads off the pillow so we could see the other's cock being thrust through the fist. I watched as Matt sped up, moving his hand faster and faster, thrusting his hips too as he put all his energy into stimulating his hard dick. His barely-audible panting turned into a low grunt, so I knew he was seconds away from shooting his load. This knowledge tipped me over the edge too `I'm cumming' I said between breaths, as a tingling wave of electricity washed over me, my body spasming as I had the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. I shot rope after rope of cum, my body jolting with each pump of my cock. I felt it hit my chest, neck and face.
What mere seconds before had felt like the most important, fantastic and fantastic experience of my life, now felt... Well, gross. I was hot, sweaty, naked, in a tent, covered in cum, with Matt (also hot, sweaty, naked and covered in cum) laying right next to me. I was dirty and felt dirty. Fuck. What had we done. What were we going to do.
Usually, I'd cum into tissue or a pair of dirty underwear, but now what? Matt, read my mind and threw me my boxers. I half-watched as he tried to wipe his cum off his chest and abdomen with his worn boxers, so I sat up and did the same. We cleaned ourselves in silence, pulled on clean pj shorts and lay down on our sleeping bags. All in deafening silence.
Fuck. Was our friendship ruined? I couldn't think how we could go back to being friends after this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I was laying, looking upwards, and could hear Matt's breathing. He turned and whispered next time, shall we do each other?' Smiling, I turned to him yeah -- sounds cool' I said. He shuffled towards me, our bodies close enough to feel the heat from the other. Night' he said, and kissed me. It wasn't the passionate kind of kiss we'd been practicing all afternoon. Just a peck. Night' I replied. I lay, still looking up, but this time with a smile. I knew it was going to be okay now.
After a few minutes, just as I was drifting off, Matt whispered `Olly -- I'm hard again.'. Suddenly, I wasn't ready for sleep either. But, as they say, that's another story...
To be continued...
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