I'm lying in a queen-sized bed in an old basement, naked under the covers, beside another naked 18-year-old boy. I'm wide awake. He's pretending to be asleep. My painfully hard cock jerks and my body stiffens when his hand brushes my thigh.
* * *
It's early summer and I've just graduated from high school. Dad and I have spent the last week at Grandma's ranch, doing some minor maintenance. On the way home, we've stopped to visit his college friends Carl and Katy. And their son Brad.
I'm an average teenage boy. Basically a walking hard-on with limited social skills and a burning desire to put my painfully hard stick somewhere . . . anywhere.
I've been dating girls all through high school. We kiss and fondle each other's bodies, but none of them has let me go below her belt. I'd never pushed it, but I've spent a lot of time fantasizing about the girls I've dated while I beat off.
But, I also like seeing the other boys in the locker room naked. Trying to look casual while staring at their cocks, balls, and butts. Even popping the occasional boner when the horseplay in the shower gets really personal . . .
Brad's really cute. As sexy as any girl, except in a totally male way. I want to get naked with him, to touch his hard body, even to kiss his sexy lips . . .
And he's looking at me the same way.
* * *
After supper, Brad and I leave Dad and his parents in the living room and go down into the basement. The house only has two bedrooms, so we're sleeping downstairs.
Part of the basement is a utility room, dominated by a spooky-looking furnace with long tentacles radiating in every direction. Brad takes me past the furnace into a big rec room with 1950s knotty pine paneling on the walls, but equipped with a modern flatscreen and sound system.
We play on-line games for a while, then steal beers from the refrigerator and cruise the free porn websites. We just look at straight videos, but Brad carefully points out how sexy some of the men are. I definitely agree.
I want to take my dick out, but I'm waiting for Brad to make the first move. He's got a well-defined bulge in his pants, just like I do, but he doesn't reach for his zipper.
Eventually, it's time for bed. There's only one bedroom, with a queen-sized bed. "Hope you don't mind sharing," Brad says as he strips off his tee-shirt.
"No." I can't help staring at his muscular chest. "It'll be fun." I try to act casual while we undress: shirts, shoes, socks, blue jeans . . .
Brad pauses with his hand on the waistband of his boxers. "I usually sleep raw." His eyes flick over the bulge in my briefs. "It's more comfortable. That okay?"
"Sure. I sleep naked, too." I pull my briefs down, feeling super self-conscious. My rod swings free. It's obviously swollen, but fortunately I don't pop a full boner.
Brad stares at my cock and balls for a few seconds and then pushes his boxers down. They fall around his ankles and he kicks them away. Like mine, his cock is half-hard.
We look at each other's crotches and then faces. "You've got a big-ass dick," Brad says.
My rod stretches and swells under his gaze. "You're pretty big yourself." His cock is getting harder, too. "I'll bet you keep your girlfriend happy."
He grins at my swollen pole. We both have full hard-ons now. "Haven't had any complaints." He slips under the covers and reaches for the light switch. "We better go to bed."
"Yeah." I slip under the covers to hide my boner. "Good night." Brad mumbles something and switches the lights off. Lying still in the dark with my heart pounding, I listen to Brad's breathing grow slow and regular as he pretends to fall asleep.
The tension builds. My painfully hard cock jerks and my body stiffens when his hand brushes my thigh.
I relax and wait for the next "accidental" contact. It comes a few seconds later, the palm of his hand flattening against my leg. I lie still, waiting. He knows from my breathing that I'm awake.
Brad's hand roams upward to the top of my thigh, hesitates, and then travels on down between my legs. "It's all right." I catch his hand and guide it to my crotch. "I want to have sex with you."
His fingers curl around my rigid pole. He slides them up my shaft and strokes my cock-head with his thumb and index finger.
"Yeah," I whisper. "That feels good." I kick the covers away, then reach over and grip his hard-on. We lie in the dark, jacking each other's hot rods. This is the first time I've touched another guy's hard dick. I stroke his cock like it's my own, running my fist up and down its hard shaft and rubbing my thumb and index finger over its precum-slick cock-head. He moans and responds by caressing my stiff pole, creating a super-sexy feedback loop. It's way better than humping a girl through our clothes.
The tension in my teenage nuts is building when Brad releases my cock, then rolls away and turns the nightstand lamp on, filling the room with a warm glow. "I want to see you," he says. "That okay?"
"Oh yeah!" I'm lying on my back. I sit up. He straddles my hips and sticks his hard-on in my face. His cock has a big plow-shaped head. Its tightly-stretched skin gleams with precum. "Suck my cock."
I stare at his tool. It's so sexy and male. "Please," Brad adds.
I've never sucked a cock. Or gone down on a girl. Or gotten a blowjob. But, I want to suck his cock. As badly as I've wanted anything. I take his swollen pole in my mouth, pressing my closed lips over his broad plow-head and thick shaft. It tastes like sweaty skin and precum.
"Oh yeah," Brad whispers. I bob over his dick, working my mouth over its head and shaft. "That's so good."
I let Brad's rod slip out of my mouth. "You like this?"
