Where it happened: Swimming Pool
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
So I was 13. Young, naive but most of all, horny. I can’t begin to tell you how many times I masturbated. 2, 3 times a day? It all seems to be a blur. This was back when anything would make my homosexual self horny. Words about sex plastered across my computer screen, talk about sex from my peers, etc. They would make me run home, zip down and stroke till the cows came home. Then, my neighbour entered the picture. He lived two doors down and we had been childhood friends since we were toddlers. He was my age. One day we’re swimming in my pool and he mentions masturbation. I froze, I could feel myself becoming hard. For him to even utter the words “masturbation”, it sent a chill up my spine. He proceeded to tell me that he loved to it and he loved the feeling. This being the first time anyone had ever admitted to me that they did it as well, I felt a connection to him. “So I am NOT the only one who masturbates!” I thought.
Flash forward a year later. I’m one year older and still horny as fuck. He’s back in my pool as usual. I bring up the old conversation about masturbation. He says “How about you jerk off for me?” Let me tell you, insta-hard on over here. I did it. I came in my pool as the boy from next door watched. I could tell he loved it but he didn’t do it himself. It was around this time that I started to really discover that I was gay. This situation pushed me over the edge. So the next day, I do it again and again. Until one day when he decides to pull down his red swimming trunks as well. Fina-FUCKILY I thought. I go under water with my big sized goggles to check out his nice-sized dick and my mouth latched onto it. Call it spontaneous reaction. I jerk my head back up and he laughs. He does the same to me. He wasn’t a very good sucker, used his teeth too much, but hey, who the fuck was I to complain? We did this for awhile. I’d go under water and suck him. He’d go under water and suck me. One big ass suckfest. Then one night, he’s over for a sleepover. We go to the pool, while my parents are in the family room which conveniently looked right out into the backyard. He suggests to me that he should stick his dick into my tight little school boy ass. FUCK YES, I screamed in my head. And there it was, inside my ass. He pulled out immediately, nervous. I was in pain but the pleasure overrode it. He stuck it back and fucked me. I jerked myself off and came. He did the same.
This went on for awhile but unfortunately whenever he’d cum, that would be the end of it. You see, he was the “straight man” in all of this. Thus I was always shot down once he came. Tormented for weeks because of his mixed signals. I would eat his cum but he wouldn’t eat mine? I would gobble his balls but he wouldn’t gobble mine? He could fuck me but I couldn’t fuck him? I was one tormented school boy. Finally I gave up on him. To this day I still miss the way his dick smelled of soap and sweat, the face he’d make when he came, the feeling of my tounge touching his small yet enjoyable cock but most of all I miss the way he used to make me feel for those short minutes when nothing else mattered – until he’d cum of course.
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