My first gay summer
The summer that I was 15, I stayed home alone. Both parents worked, and my younger sister (who was 9) stayed with our grandmother. A few houses over was my friend Jeff. He was also 15, and we hung out all the time, since his parents worked too. We would go back and forth between our houses, usually trading baseball cards, or playing Nintendo.
I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but pretty quickly we were showing each other our parents’ stashed porno mags - my parents’ were in my dad’s bottom drawer, and his parents’ were under his mom’s side of the bed in a shoebox. We were teenage boys, we were both getting excited, and it wasn’t long before we were hanging out in the cool dark living rooms, both of us under a blanket, looking at the magazines and jerking off.
After about a week of jerking off under the covers, one day we both just decided to ditch the blankets. After all, it was still dark in the living rooms (we always kept the shades pulled). The first few times, we both struggled to make sure we weren’t looking at each other, especially when we came... but that didn’t last. After a few days, we were watching each other stroke, and especially watching each other cum. And it started feeling really good to cum together, watching each other shoot up on our bellies and chests.
I can’t remember who touched who’s cock first, but as soon as it happened, we moved to jerking each other off. My cock was shorter but thicker, and his was a bit longer and thinner, with a slight curve. The first few times, we took turns - Jeff would jerk me off, and once I came, I would jerk him off, or vice versa. But we both were getting excited and it before we knew it, we were jerking each other off at the same time. We loved doing that, and cumming at the same time was so exciting!
So now we were jerking each other off, and loving it... we kept aiming at our own chests and bellies, because there was still a lot of stigma at the time, and we didn’t want to be “fags”. Except... well, I think we both *did* want to be. We just wouldn’t admit it.
So one day, we are hanging out in his bedroom, jerking each other off, and Jeff said he was gonna cum. I couldn’t take it, I was so excited myself, and instead of the way we were doing it, I aimed his dick right at my cock and balls. It was too late for him to stop or do anything, and Jeff shot a big load right on my bare cock and down my balls, dripping between my legs. His eyes got really wide when he realized what we just did... he started to freak a little about being “fags”, but went quiet when he saw me wrap my hand around my dick and jerk off with his cum. I came so hard that I hit my own face for the first time... and I could tell he liked that, regardless of his words, because his dick was already hard again.
A week or so of cumming on each other’s bodies (bare cocks, balls, ass, chest, belly, and eventually face), and then Jeff took the next step. We were in my living room, and he got between my legs and sucked me into his mouth. It was the first time I had felt my cock in anyone’s mouth, and it was beyond anything I had experienced up to that point! And to make it even more exciting, every time I glanced down, I saw Jeff’s face with my dick in his mouth, and his own hand stroking himself. I couldn’t control myself at all, and I could barely get the words out that I was gonna cum when I blew my load - right in Jeff’s mouth! Jeff had just sucked me off, and the only thing I could think of in that moment was that he was still stroking, and I was going to do it too. So I leaned down between his legs, and opened my mouth, and he used his hand to guide his dick into my mouth. I was sooooo turned on! I was sucking Jeff’s dick, it was already wet and a little salty, but not bad in any way. Very quickly, he was ready to cum too, and I reached up and took his hand and put it on the back of my head, so he could hold on when he came... it was instinct, really. I didn’t think about it... and neither did he.
With his hand on the back of my head, everything changed... I wasn’t sucking his dick anymore... Jeff was fucking my mouth. And he did... quickly, and with a few more strokes, he pushed his dick all the way in, held the back of my head, and he dumped his load down my throat... and we were both in Heaven...
There was still a few weeks left in the summer, and the last week or so, we did finally move to full-on fucking. We were two boys barebacking each other, shooting our cum in deep in each other, over and over. We didn’t care anymore about whether we were “fags”. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe we did care... and we liked it. I distinctly remember the last few times we had sex, I would hear Jeff whisper things like “yessss take it you fag!” while he slid in and out of me. Honestly, it was like a d**g, for both of us. I loved his slightly longer, curved dick, and he loved my shorter fatter dick in him.
His parents were in the midst of a divorce by the end of the summer, and before school started, he moved halfway across the country with his mother. I didn’t see Jeff again after that summer. That last night we fucked, we did it in his bedroom, on his bed, with his parents in the living room. It was our last chance, and we both needed it.
Jeff, if you ever come across this story, you know who I am. Thank you for making me the open-minded bisexual guy that I am today.
I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but pretty quickly we were showing each other our parents’ stashed porno mags - my parents’ were in my dad’s bottom drawer, and his parents’ were under his mom’s side of the bed in a shoebox. We were teenage boys, we were both getting excited, and it wasn’t long before we were hanging out in the cool dark living rooms, both of us under a blanket, looking at the magazines and jerking off.
After about a week of jerking off under the covers, one day we both just decided to ditch the blankets. After all, it was still dark in the living rooms (we always kept the shades pulled). The first few times, we both struggled to make sure we weren’t looking at each other, especially when we came... but that didn’t last. After a few days, we were watching each other stroke, and especially watching each other cum. And it started feeling really good to cum together, watching each other shoot up on our bellies and chests.
I can’t remember who touched who’s cock first, but as soon as it happened, we moved to jerking each other off. My cock was shorter but thicker, and his was a bit longer and thinner, with a slight curve. The first few times, we took turns - Jeff would jerk me off, and once I came, I would jerk him off, or vice versa. But we both were getting excited and it before we knew it, we were jerking each other off at the same time. We loved doing that, and cumming at the same time was so exciting!
So now we were jerking each other off, and loving it... we kept aiming at our own chests and bellies, because there was still a lot of stigma at the time, and we didn’t want to be “fags”. Except... well, I think we both *did* want to be. We just wouldn’t admit it.
So one day, we are hanging out in his bedroom, jerking each other off, and Jeff said he was gonna cum. I couldn’t take it, I was so excited myself, and instead of the way we were doing it, I aimed his dick right at my cock and balls. It was too late for him to stop or do anything, and Jeff shot a big load right on my bare cock and down my balls, dripping between my legs. His eyes got really wide when he realized what we just did... he started to freak a little about being “fags”, but went quiet when he saw me wrap my hand around my dick and jerk off with his cum. I came so hard that I hit my own face for the first time... and I could tell he liked that, regardless of his words, because his dick was already hard again.
A week or so of cumming on each other’s bodies (bare cocks, balls, ass, chest, belly, and eventually face), and then Jeff took the next step. We were in my living room, and he got between my legs and sucked me into his mouth. It was the first time I had felt my cock in anyone’s mouth, and it was beyond anything I had experienced up to that point! And to make it even more exciting, every time I glanced down, I saw Jeff’s face with my dick in his mouth, and his own hand stroking himself. I couldn’t control myself at all, and I could barely get the words out that I was gonna cum when I blew my load - right in Jeff’s mouth! Jeff had just sucked me off, and the only thing I could think of in that moment was that he was still stroking, and I was going to do it too. So I leaned down between his legs, and opened my mouth, and he used his hand to guide his dick into my mouth. I was sooooo turned on! I was sucking Jeff’s dick, it was already wet and a little salty, but not bad in any way. Very quickly, he was ready to cum too, and I reached up and took his hand and put it on the back of my head, so he could hold on when he came... it was instinct, really. I didn’t think about it... and neither did he.
With his hand on the back of my head, everything changed... I wasn’t sucking his dick anymore... Jeff was fucking my mouth. And he did... quickly, and with a few more strokes, he pushed his dick all the way in, held the back of my head, and he dumped his load down my throat... and we were both in Heaven...
There was still a few weeks left in the summer, and the last week or so, we did finally move to full-on fucking. We were two boys barebacking each other, shooting our cum in deep in each other, over and over. We didn’t care anymore about whether we were “fags”. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe we did care... and we liked it. I distinctly remember the last few times we had sex, I would hear Jeff whisper things like “yessss take it you fag!” while he slid in and out of me. Honestly, it was like a d**g, for both of us. I loved his slightly longer, curved dick, and he loved my shorter fatter dick in him.
His parents were in the midst of a divorce by the end of the summer, and before school started, he moved halfway across the country with his mother. I didn’t see Jeff again after that summer. That last night we fucked, we did it in his bedroom, on his bed, with his parents in the living room. It was our last chance, and we both needed it.
Jeff, if you ever come across this story, you know who I am. Thank you for making me the open-minded bisexual guy that I am today.
8年前
