I was 18 and at a friend's house out of town to spend a few nights.

We were both inexperienced.  He had a girlfriend, and he was telling me about how when they were alone he would feel her up and finger her.  He was still a virgin.  I had been seeing a few girls too.  I was a virgin, and the most I had done was lift up their bras a little underneath their shirt so I could cup the underside of their breasts.

We spent the day on our bikes and playing basketball. Later in the evening, we were playing Nintendo on the living room floor until his parents went to bed. Then things got a little more interesting.  He was still talking about his girlfriend, and he told me he would introduce me to one of her friends.  He told me she was experienced, and we started imagining how spending time with them that weekend might go.

Later we were getting bored with fighting the NES to work with half of the games, so we turned the Nintendo off and were sitting in the dark.  He said he wanted to show me something.

He turned the TV to Cinemax. His parents were religious so they didn't subscribe to anything like that, but their screen actually showed a lot more than I had seen on TV before. There was a movie finishing up with a younger girl who slept with her father's friend. Then the next video was two women kissing and touching each other. I was hard as a rock after a few minutes, and from the way he was shifting around the floor I could tell he was turned on too.

I started rubbing my hand against my cock through my shorts.  It was dark so I assumed it was safe, but then, looking over, I realized I could see he was doing the exact same thing.  I had never even thought about another male sexually, but I was getting even more turned on picturing his cock and how hard he was getting.

I couldn't resist pursuing the idea, so I asked him what he thought it was like for the girls on the screen being with a member of the same sex. "Could you even imagine touching another guy?" I asked.  He said he didn't know, but I could tell he was thinking about it.

"I really need to jerk off," he said suddenly.  

I said, "Ok, I'll wait here."  

He said he needed the TV, though.  

I started to get excited at the idea of being there with him, but casually said, "Ok, I won't look."  

He suggested we give each other turns with the TV instead.

My stomach felt funny as I realized how hot the idea of him being naked and touching himself seemed to me.

It was pitch black in the house except in the living room where the TV was. He sent me away into the next room, separated by an archway. I didn't really like the feeling. I was in a house I wasn't familiar with and in the dark.

I looked over toward where he was in front of the TV. It was about 20 feet away, so I couldn't see much, but I did see movement and could tell his shorts were down around his ankles. I started grabbing at my own cock and had that funny feeling in my stomach again. It was just too weird. I was getting turned on watching another guy half naked and masturbating.  Even crazier, I was masturbating to another guy masturbating.

I whispered to him to get his attention.  He was ignoring me at first but finally acknowledged me.  I asked him if we could switch or something. He pulled up his shorts, and I went back into the living room. We were both so hard that our shorts weren't really hiding much at this point.

I offered to let him stay and said we could just promise not to watch the other.  He said, "I don't know..."  So I suggested maybe we just keep our shorts on.  He agreed to that and sat down a few feet away, leaned back, and reached into his shorts. I followed his lead and started working my cock too.

After a few minutes, he repeated the question I had asked earlier about how they could be so into a member of the same sex. When I just said 'hmm' and shrugged, he said, "It might not be so weird if one guy was wearing women's underwear and was being touched like that."

"Depends on the underwear, I guess," I offered.  "I don't think a guy would look good in women's clothes."

"It would just be for the feel of it," he countered.  "It was just an idea."

"We have clothes on now," I suggested.  "If you wanted to try something, we wouldn't have to actually touch each other."  As casually as I played it, I really did want to try touching his naked body, though.

I moved closer to him and ended up sitting behind him as we continued to watch the screen, both of us fully clothed with my legs on the outside of his. He pressed up closer to me so that his back and butt were right up against my cock. He kept pressing into me so I started to get more turned on and braver. I put my arms around him and pulled him closer, both of us still looking forward at the TV. With the pressure and friction from his body against mine, I wanted it even more. I slid my hand down outside of his shorts and started feeling his cock a little bit. His was thick like mine, and it added enough familiarity to the situation where I wasn't as nervous about it.  I almost felt like I was playing with myself without the sensation.

I got this far and still had to know what it felt like, so I attempted to reach down into his shorts.  Before I could touch it, he abruptly got up and said he would be right back. It looked like he was going down to the basement. I moved over to the couch and caught my breath for a few minutes. I had taken off my shirt, pulled my shorts down a little and pulled a blanket up to cover myself.  I started focusing on the female bodies on the screen and was trying to shake the other feelings I was having.

It was a few minutes later when he came back up.  He still had his clothes on.

"Where did you go?" I asked.

"I had to go get a few things," he said.  "What about something like this?" as he started to strip down on the floor in front of the couch where I was lying. When his shirt came off, I saw he had his mother's bra on. Next, his shorts came off, and he was wearing her panties too. He lay down flat on the floor alongside the couch, so we were head to toe.  He started rubbing his cock through the panties.

I watched him for a few minutes before reaching down, moving his hand out of the way and taking over.  It was very different this time!  I could feel the head and the full shape of it.

The urges were coming back to hold his bare cock in my hand, so I didn't give him any warning.  I slid the panties down his cock, gently grabbed it and started moving my hand up and down.  He gasped and leaned his head back, moaning as I continued playing with his cock.  A moment later, he sat up, and climbed onto the couch on top of me.

The panties slid back up over his cock, he got underneath my blanket, and I was stuck. My shorts and underwear were just above my knees, so I couldn't move, and we were both twisted in the blanket. His head was caught under the blanket, and I had one arm free of the blanket but pushed up.  We were cock to cock with a thin silky material between us. He was furiously dry humping my cock, moaning, and kissing my chest while my free hand caressed his head on top of the blanket.

There was no turning back for either of us now. A few minutes into this tangled mess we were in, he started positioning himself lower while continuing to thrust.  A few thrusts into my balls were painful, but then he was almost thrusting directly against my ass, which actually felt good.  Even if he had been lined up perfectly, the panties would have prevented any chance of real penetration, but it wasn't as pleasurable for me as when we were grinding our cocks against each other.

I had awoken a beast in someone who just a short while earlier was hesitant about the idea of just touching another guy.  In retrospect, I almost wish we had some kind of lotion nearby and available to us so I could have let him take my other type of virginity.  Thinking back to how animalistic and aggressive he was, it was so passionately hot to be used like that.  But in the moment and in my young mind, I was a little scared of him.

I said his name to try to distract him and then again a few more times and increasingly firmer.  When he calmed down long enough to listen, I told him to move back to the floor and lie down.

I took off my shorts and underwear and moved off the couch.  I took off his panties and lay down on the floor between his legs with my head a few inches from his cock. I had one hand gently massaging his balls and the other going up and down on his shaft. The head was so smooth, and I had never experienced a scent like this. To this day, I can recall the scent and still get turned on by it.  I breathed it in deeply, and my stomach had that funny feeling again.

"Does it feel good?" I asked him.  He nodded quickly and moaned.  I studied his cock more closely and had another urge.  I put my lips on it and kissed it a few times.  Then I licked from just above his balls to the tip of his cock. I asked him what that felt like, and he asked what I had done. "I licked it," I said, confused as to how he didn't know his cock was wet now.  I think it freaked him out a little bit because he just said "oh".

I went back to using my hands.  A few minutes later he was tensing up and grunting. Then I saw cum shoot up and then more, running down my hands and his cock, and there was so much.  I breathed in the new scent from what was on my hands, but I didn't try tasting it.  I wiped it off onto his thigh.

I sat up and watched him recover, still breathing hard.  He sat up and pushed me back so I was lying down. He sat over me, grabbing me with one hand and was aggressively pumping my cock. I wasn't used to doing anything that fast or hard.  I realized I wouldn't be able to cum like that, so I took over and got myself off in less than a minute, and it was so much more cum than usual.

He took off for the basement with his mother's underwear while I lay there in disbelief over what we had just done.

The next day we talked about what would happen later after his parents were asleep.  I think in the heat of the moment he would have done a lot more, but when planning it out he seemed less interested.

"What would you think about having sex with me?" I asked.

"I don't want to lose my virginity to a guy," he said bluntly.  I put the idea of getting fucked out of my mind.  I asked about giving or receiving a blowjob, and I got the impression that the idea grossed him out.

Later that night, we turned on Cinemax again.  Once he was turned on, he pulled down his shorts and underwear and started masturbating in front of me.  I moved closer to him and started rubbing his thigh.  He stopped, put both of his hands flat on the floor behind him to prop himself up and leaned back.  I saw that as the invitation I needed and helped finish him off.  He put his clothes back on and said he was going to sleep.  I lay back down, watching for glimpses of breasts through the distorted channel, and got myself off before turning the TV off.

A few months passed before we saw each other again. He was visiting family nearby.  My parents had left in the middle of the day, and I invited him over.

We talked a little bit about what had happened during the sleepover, and just bringing it up was a turn on.

I grabbed a little bit at the crotch of his jeans and could tell he had an erection.  "We can do something if it's in the dark," he offered.

"Ok, but I think you're going to need to wear something else in case they come back home and we need to get dressed quickly."  I located another pair of my athletic shorts and told him to put them on.  It was sunny out, so I tried to find a dark closet while he was changing clothes.

Nothing really worked unless we were going to stand and face each other.  We finally went back to my room, and he suggested, "Maybe we can help each other under the blankets."

Him being in an identical pair of shorts to mine made it surreal when I felt his cock on the outside of them. I loved handling it without the sensation that I was masturbating.  Hard to explain, but it was a rush for me.

He had me lay down on the bed first. He got under the blanket, and I pulled my shorts down a little to give him access. His head created a tent in the covers, but I held the blanket down on my chest so I couldn't see his face or anything he was doing under there. Just like last time, he was aggressive and pumping really hard and lightning fast. It felt good at first, but I had trouble relaxing enough to cum for him. I finally reached in, and he stayed where he was, his head keeping the blanket out of the line of fire. Within a few minutes I was cumming hard.

I pulled my shorts up and we traded places.  He was still rock hard. I got under the blanket with the heat and that smell again. It made me weak and lose control.  Even though I had just cum I just needed more. I pulled down his (my) shorts and started kissing around his cock, not that he needed any other encouragement or seduction. I kissed his cock and rubbed the smooth head against my lips. He was starting to thrust his hips impatiently, so I started trying to mimic what he did to me. I pumped fast and hard with my hand, and he was cumming almost immediately. I lingered there while he caught his breath, taking in the smell of his cum, and started masturbating again with my hand inside my shorts.

After I had finished, we cleaned ourselves up. Reality hit that my parents could have come home at any moment. They eventually did, and after a few hours of hanging out, he took off.

Hindsight being what it is, I know now that I should have blown him while I was under the blanket, caught him off guard and let him cum all over my face.  I would often fantasize about the things that I wish I had done with him.

I think I saw him once more before I went to college, but we lost touch. I did see him a few years ago. There were a lot of people around, and we both had our home lives, so even if I had been brave enough to bring it up, I don't think it would have happened again.

Those memories left me curious about all the things I was too scared to try then, and as much as I fight it as a married straight man, I sometimes think about other guys.