Where it happened: Friend's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Peter and I were the same age and had been friends for years, hanging out together, riding bikes around town, even camping out in the local woods. We were basically immature and physically modest around each other, but things were changing. We started looking through his parents’ National Geographic magazine and collecting pictures of women with naked breasts, which we hid in a little file in his bedroom. It was natural to discuss our experiences with siblings — I had a sister and he didn’t. “Did you ever see her naked?” he asked. “Sure I did, lits of times.” He made me describe what I seen seen, right down to the tiniest detail. This went on about every time we were together. We would often need to adjust our pants around our woodies, just a normal guy thing.
I often slept over at his house. He had a big house and no siblings, and I had the opposite. He had big bedroom with a double bed — perfect accommodations for a couple of young guys. One night, after a particularly intense discussion of bodies and sex, I was awakened to the sensation of a hand gently touching my thigh. This was at the same time alarming and yet wildly provocative.
I continued to feign sleep, wondering where this was going — or more particularly, wondering where his hand was going. I was lying on my left side with Peter at my back.
Slowly, and furtively, his fingers inched their way along my thigh, and began
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