I, however, was pretty much just your normal dorky kid. I was quiet, reserved, and usually polite to those I didn't know. I spent most of my time reading science fiction or dazed off in my own little world. I smiled a lot and played a lot, I was really a pretty happy kid. Oddly, Tommy was one of my best friends. We were total opposites when looked at individually. Our behavior and family life were in juxtaposition with one another. When together, however, Tommy and I were a machine for fun. He was too rash to understand dangerous consequences and I was too timid to take fun risks. When combined, we balanced out perfectly. Despite his occasionally bursts of temper in my direction, he always respected my intelligence and sensibility for getting him out of trouble. And despite his rashness, I always respected his bravery and his unbreakable sense of loyalty. We were a parents worst nightmare, a pair bold enough to try anything and smart enough to get away with it...right up until he moved away.
I never fully understood the circumstances for him moving, but even my young mind could grasp that the reasons were of a dubious nature. I did know it involved his father somehow, which was no surprise. I was left on my own, which made me very sad. Without him, I really didn't have the nerve to do anything fun. I was about as depressed as a teenager could be. But, I received great news shortly before my birthday. My mother, in her kindness, had arranged it so that Tommy could come to my birthday party and stay the night. I played it cool, as I was developing that "cool all the time" highschool guy mentality. But in reality, I was ecstatic. Tommy was coming and that meant it was time to get into, and out of, some trouble. All in good fun.
And it was good fun. Tommy and I possessed the party and bent it to our will. Soon we had droves of teenagers roving the streets and causing all sorts of mischief. My mother caught on however and ended the party early to curb our potentially dangerous group mentality. But, she couldn't send Tommy home, since he lived so far, and she and she had promised he could stay the night. Fortunately for her, we had a lot of video game catching up to do. We soon found ourselves wrapped up in Contra 2, with the 30 life code on of course, until fairly late in the night. At last, it was time for bed, but being young men we still had plenty of energy. That meant staying up for at least another hour laying in bed, him on the floor and me in my bed, talking and laughing.
Now, I was a witty little bastard. I wasn't much on violence so I tended to lean on my ability to make fun of people. The opposite was true for Tommy. He lacked wit, so, giving someone a few thumpings served his purposes just fine. So Tommy and I had a pretty regular exchange that consisted of me making fun of him and him either punching me in the shoulder or chest a few times or wresting me to the floor to pin me down. Again, all in good fun. Well, on this particular night, such an exchange was occurring. I was making fun of him, I don't even remember for what there was so much material I could work from, and he was running over to "beat my ass" as usual. Now, I sleep fully clothed because I am weird, further explanation not required. I had known Tommy for many years, and one thing I had to get used to with him staying the night was that he slept in only his underwear, that was just how he did things. At least by the time this event had happened he had upgraded to boxers from the "tighty whiteys" of his boyhood. So, boxer clad, Tommy came running over to me and began using my shoulder as a punching bag. I fell off the bed, my hands protecting my face, and rolled on the floor laughing as he stood over me throwing punches. Nothing unusual about this exchange at all until, suddenly, he stopped. Normally he continues until I at least stop laughing, arm too sore and the amusement beat out of me, but this time he stopped prematurely and was eerily silent. I sat up and looked at him, puzzled. His face was frozen solid in an expression I had never seen on him before. I was thoroughly confused, but as my gaze drifted from his eyes I immediately understood. Everything was normal except for a spot of flesh that was out of place, sticking out of the front hole in his boxers. Tommy had fallen out of his boxers. I guess that little hole can be a blessing and a curse. Less than 3 feet from my head was my best friend's penis, and he was too frozen to do anything about it. Now normally, as a guy, I would of simply shouted "Ewww" and dove away laughing, making sure to take advantage of my friend's embarrassing moment. But the room was too quiet and it was too awkward. Instead, I just sat and stared at it. I know that sounds odd, but it was really hard not to. Not only was it right in front of my face, but I had not really seen another guy's penis besides my own before. I purposely avoided looking in the gym locker room and really wasn't one of those boys who looked at the urinal either. I had seen them in the occasional dirty magazine I would find, which by the way is like finding a diamond to a young boy, but I had assumed them to be more fictional representations then a model of a real penis. But right there, in front of me, was a real penis…and it was fascinatingly different from mine. Most obvious, he was circumcised and I am not. It had an interesting look, at least to me, because of it. The head was smooth and the shaft seemed more exposed, more veinish. It had a clean cut and tidy look to it. Tommy was also a good deal smaller than me length wise when un-erect, but a great deal thicker. Because of that, he hung a bit differently than me. His penis sat with the hole facing forward as the thickness and shortness of it didn't allow it to hang down loosely. I could also see little tuffs of wiry pubic hair sticking out of the hole in his boxers and running part way down his shaft. I guess I had always assumed all penises were generally the same in appearance, but as I sat staring at Tommy's, I understood that they must all be just as different as his was from mine.
What happened next was equally unexpected. As I sat in awe of Tommy's fascinating penis, it began to change. The head slowly begin to drop down slightly and the veins on the shaft became more pronounced. Where the skin was folded and wrinkled before, it began to smooth out and stretch. His already thick penis also thickened slightly and, with a pulse, his penis lifted from his boxers a ways and fell back down. Then, another pulse lifted the shaft off his boxers entirely and his penis now pointed, at a down-turned angle, toward me. Then more pulses, each successive one lifting his penis higher until, at last, it was pointing upward and curved away from me slightly. Now of course I had masturbated before, so I understood what an erection was and I knew what mine looked like erect. But again, his was completely different. It was still a good deal shorter than mine but considerably thicker, and much more firm. When I am fully erect my penis points straight out and slightly downward, but his firmness and thickness made his penis point upward. As it continued to pulse, I stared in utter fascination. I had never considered myself attracted to other boys before but I couldn't help but admire the look of his penis. It was then that it donned on me, at a disappointingly slow pace, that something in this situation had aroused him. I suddenly realized that the situation I was in was a sexual one and it immediately made me very nervous. First of all, I was a little scared. I did not know what he expected me to do or what he was going to do, and that pushed a little fear up inside me. I had no plan for this kind of a situation. I had always expected my first sexual experience to involve breasts, smooth legs, and everything else I had come to expect from watching late night Cinemax. I had no plan that involved another penis outside my own and I wasn't even sure yet if I was turned on by it. The moment drew out for a long time, but his erection never subsided. In fact, drops of precum had begun to form at the tip, which only added to my sense of panic.
I know this was probably not a correct feeling, but at the time I felt very obligated to do something. Not even sure if I really wanted to or not and too scared to be very turned on I still felt as though I owed him something, just because he had an erection. It looked so different than mine that I was too scared to put my hands on it. I had a slight idea of what a blow job was, I knew the word and I knew it meant placing a penis inside someone's mouth and that it somehow that felt good to the receiver. Like I said, a slight idea. I swallowed in attempt to quell my nervously aching stomach and closed my eyes to work up courage for my first sexual act. Finally I opened my eyes and begin to lean forward from my hunches to my knees until my face was inches from Tommy's penis. Not wanting to linger on that moment too long, I opened my mouth and closed it around the head of his penis. It pulsed hard and the thickness increased so much that I feared it would explode and almost took it right back out. Other than a slight ragged breath, Tommy stayed relatively quiet and still as the head of his penis pulsed inside my mouth. The first thing that surprised me was how warm it was, I know I shouldn't of been surprised by that but I suppose I had expected to be just room temperature. The other thing that surprised me was how his precum tasted. I had expected it to taste badly, which was part of my overall reluctance, but I was surprised by how sweet it was on my tongue.
Unsure how to proceed once the head was in my mouth, I simply sat for a long moment, neither of us moving a muscle. His precum hadn't tasted bad which eased some of my fears about what his semen might taste like and I was kind of anxious for the experience to be over due to nervousness, but I knew I could not give him an orgasm just sitting there. Then, I remembered what some of the kids at school had called a blowjob, so I sealed my mouth around the shaft below his head and started to suck on the head of Tommy's penis. With the first pulse, so much precum came out that I thought he might have had an orgasm. But it didn't seem like quite enough and, other than another ragged breath, Tommy had remained mostly quiet. I could tell I was having some kind of an effect as the veins on the shaft directly below me begin to pop out more and his thickness increased, as did his firmness. As I watched the shaft thicken and relax repeatedly while I sucked, I was in awe of the power of it. The warmth, the rigidness, the pulsing, all of it gave me a real sense of being at the edge of something powerful. It was at this point that I finally began to get aroused. I was almost ashamed at first, I was getting aroused by having another boy's penis in my mouth. But the feeling was utterly intoxicating.
