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First Mutual Experience (MM)

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Category: Male-Male
Author: C
Age: 26
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I was 15 at the time and my friend Pete was staying over at my house. I had always kind of thought that I was gay, but at this point in my life I wasn't sure and was afraid to admit anything to myself or anyone else.

Pete and I were downstairs watching a movie on TV and both of us had our hands in our pants just sort of sitting their casually adjusting ourselves every once and awhile. My mother was upstairs asleep and my father, who worked late, was not yet home from work.

We just spent the time idly chatting and watching the movie until Pete decided to really start rubbing himself in his pants. I asked "Damn, you need some help with whatever you are after in there?"

I tried to make the comment sound somewhat joking so I would have an out if he got pissed and called me a fag. At this point I knew I wanted nothing more, however, than to play with his cock. Pete didn't respond, but took his hand out of his pants and sort of opened his crotch up to me.

I sat there for a second not sure if I should go for it or not, but this electric surge was pulsing thru my body at the excitement of the whole situation. My mind raced over and over whether I should or not, till I just said 'fuck it' and went for it.

I moved my hand to his crotch and began rubbing him through his jeans. His cock was nice and hard and felt so hot even through the denim. I wanted even more, so I undid his jeans and released the top part of his straining erection. I remember how good it felt to touch and grab it and run my hand around the engorged rubbery head. His cock seemed to be just a bit larger than my own and was radiating heat and throbbing the more attention it received.

Pete must have made up his mind as well and slide his hand into my crotch and rubbed my dick through my shorts. He didn't touch me for very long, but shown no signs that I should stop my attention to his dick. I moved my hand all up and down his shaft and buried it deep behind the crotch of his pants and rubbed his warm nuts. I then proceeded to start masturbating him.

So there we sat, watching the movie, not daring to look at each other, my hand in my crotch and my other hand slowly jacking him off. Then another spark went off in my head and I knew I wanted to taste his cock, to suck him off. I started making some joking motions like I was just going to lean over and do it and he offered no resistance. I held his shaft firmly and lunged completely over his cock. I held my mouth open and engulfed his penis, but did not allow it to touch any part of my mouth or tongue. It was my last desperate act to be able to still stop and say that I was just joking. He still shown no sign to discourage me, so I went for it. I licked and sucked on his cock and was lost in the moment. It was my first real time experiencing sucking cock and it felt so wonderful, I just wanted to keep doing it. Then we heard my dad coming home from work and quickly adjusted ourselves on the couch as to not be found out. After the movie was over and my dad had long gone to bed, we went back to my room. Once there, Pete immediately lay out on my bed and flipped on the TV. He then undid his pants and took his hard cock out without saying a word to me. He knew what he wanted, whether he was too afraid to ask or whatever, and I knew what I wanted too.

I pulled his pants down to his knees and tried to do my best on his dick. I was having some difficulty at the angle I was and Pete sensed it and said to me, "no, no not like that."

I said, "Fine, then show me", and knelt beside his head and pulled out my cock. He eagerly wolfed it down and began to blow me. He only did it for a bit and then stopped and said, "like that". His mouth felt great on my cock, but he seemed to want me to work on him some more and was done with me. I quickly went back to devouring his cock and until he begged me to stop because he said he was going to cum. I thought this was a strange request, because I thought that was the purpose of this and I told him that I didn't care and kept going. Then he said to stop again and pushed me away and pulled his pants up and nothing more was said about it.

The rest of the night was awkward and I could feel the tension and the distance now. I slept on the floor and he slept on my bed. I felt so lonely and rejected, but I didn't want to further subject him to something he didn't want, even if it was simply sleeping next to someone.

The next morning Pete's mom came and picked him up and that was possibly the last night we were ever truly friends. Our friendship failed miserably after that and Pete seemed to do his best to hate me. We grew apart and found other friends and were never close or talked again.

I still look back and enjoy thinking about the fun I had that night, but it was not worth destroying our friendship over. I still maintain a bit of a crush on Pete, but that was the Pete I knew back then, not the intolerant, unforgiving person he became.