I'll tell you about the first time I was ever with another guy. I had just turned 18 years old and had started hanging out with a new guy at school. He wasn't new to our school, just a new friend to our circle. I had first met him when he randomly invited me and a couple of my friends to his 18th birthday.
Anyway, one night I had a bunch of friends over to hang out. We all had cars but he didn't and had gotten a ride to my house from his sister. He asked if he could stay over since he lived so far away, and his mom would come get him in the morning on the way to town. So I said yes because I knew I wasn't going to give him a ride home after everyone had left. I had a girlfriend and so did he, so it never crossed my mind at all that something might happen. Being with another guy was the last thing on my mind. All I could think about was girls and graduating high school in two months.
Everyone was there pretty late, so by the time they all left my parents were asleep and I was wiped out. I cleaned up a little and he asked if he could use the bathroom. He was gone for only a minute but when he came back he was only in his boxers. He was in great shape and I definitely noticed. He suggested we put another movie on so we picked one out and put it on in my room. I sat on my bed, which was a futon, and he sat closer than one would typically sit. I noticed and it made my stomach turn in a good way.
The movie played for a bit and I was noticing that he was moving around every once in awhile and every time it seemed like he would get a little closer to me. I had a feeling of what he might be thinking, but I was way too scared to go through with it if he was.
I got up and got on the floor pretending to be tired. He acted really sorry to have been sitting on the bed where I was supposed to be sleeping and stood up. He said I could get back up there and he would get on the floor instead. Suddenly I felt a surge of courage and suggested he sit up at the top of the futon and I would lay on the bottom half closer to the TV.
He said okay and sat down, his back leaning against the wall. I folded my pillow just an inch or so from his crossed legs and laid down, my face towards the TV. I had changed into some pajama bottoms while he was in the bathroom earlier, and was concentrating on not getting an erection because I knew it would be visible with the TV light shining on me. I had never seriously considered being with another guy, and had no idea why the thought was overcoming me at the moment. I felt like maybe it was my intense curiosity about whether or not that's what he was thinking.
He eventually uncrossed his legs and put his right foot on the floor. His knee bent down to the floor almost right next to me face. My heart was pounding so hard. I was realizing how bad I wanted it. Wanted him. I decided to pretend to doze off, and see what he did. I found myself hoping that if I were asleep he would do something to me.
So in a matter of a couple of minutes I let my eyes close. I laid there motionless. Waiting. I didn't hear him moving. Maybe five minutes went by when I decided to make a little move, something subtle that could easily be written off. I sleepily flipped on my stomach and let my left hand clumsily fall to the floor. It rested on the top of his bare foot, and I immediately noticed that he didn't move it out from under my hand.
We both sat still for another minute. My dick was throbbing now. I pretended to fidget in my sleep again, but this time pushing my right hand under my pillow so far it came out the back. I knew I had to be within an inch or so of touching him. I could start to feel a crazy urge in my hand to reach out and feel for his cock.