PART 3 - ESCALATION

               One of the first experiences we shared was a kiss. Wondering what French kissing would be like prompted us to experiment for ourselves. I can still remember our tongues reaching into one another’s mouths. There was a longing feeling to meet that other tongue and to caress it with our own. I recall the feel of his long, pink tongue rubbing against mine. I was 9 years old, but feeling my best friend licking and sucking my tongue made me hard. Sure Id been aroused before, and I’d discovered jerking off already – quite by accident. However, this was the first time I was aroused by something not existential. Additionally, it was also the first time I’d been aroused by a man. I knew that I was bisexual before Newsweek even did its expose on the subject, and I also knew that it was all because of my Matt. For the next decade we would fuck and suck at every chance we got, but this moment would live on as my only same-sex kiss. It was a spectacular thing; our tongues invading each other’s mouths. We were just two young boys, he in his boxers, and me in my tighty whities, under the covers of his double bed. Since we were close enough to kiss, you can assume that our bodies were also close together. I can vividly recall our crotches dangerously close to one another as we explored each other’s mouths. Then, during that open-mouth kiss, I felt him against me for the first time. As our tongues rubbed together, his little, 9-year-old dick sprung up. I was amazed by how hard he was, and I knew in that moment that this was never going to be a 1 or a dozen or a 50 time thing only. Matt’s little prepubescent dick was hard because of me. As the kiss continued, his tongue probing my mouth, I also felt myself getting hard. I erection pushed outward from my briefs against him, and even through fabric, the idea of my little rod pushing against his made me rock hard. That was the only kiss we ever shared over 10 years. We both loved what it did to us individually, and for us together. However, being at an age where words like homo and faggot were beginning to be tossed around openly, and in an era where that was objectively okay, kissing just seemed too risky, too declarative, too taboo, and above all unnecessary. After all, Matt and I weren’t in love. We weren’t even gay. We had however, discovered a deep-seeded need for sexual release in this awkward new phase of life.

               By my best accounting of the progression of things, it wasn’t long after the kiss before things began to develop. Matt’s and my parents were best friends by now. They’d lived in town nearly 3 years by this point. Matt and I had met in second grade, but were now in fourth. Due to the districting regulations, my parents could’ve opted to enroll me earlier than I had been. I could’ve been in 5th grade by now, but likely the youngest one in the grade. Instead, I was one of the oldest in fourth. So, as it was, Matt was now 8 and I was 9. The seemingly innocent shenanigans were about to become much more sinful and exponentially more intimate.

               Because our parents had become inseparable, it wasn’t uncommon for them to go out to dinner together on a Friday or Saturday night. Neither Matt nor I were really allowed to be home alone at this point of our lives, but we frequently found it happening more and more frequently. I was an only child, but if Matt’s brother was indisposed on a given night that our parents had plans, we were basically guaranteed to both be together, and to be together alone in either his or my 4 BR, 2 Bath house. Since this was a very regular, near weekly occurrence, it was just a matter of time before things moved forward again.

               On one such night, things did in fact escalate. It was late fall in St. Louis. That can be 100 degrees, 40 degrees or anything in between. This day, it was hot and humid. We were at Matt’s house, and had spent much of the day playing outside. By early evening, Matt’s little brother was on his way to a friend’s house to sleep over, and his parents were dropping him off on their way to meet mine for dinner. Drenched in sweat, dirty, and probably smelly, we decided to turn our attention indoors. However given our condition and the brand new furniture in the recently-finished basement, a serious cleanup was required. I said that it being his house, Matt could shower first. We’d spent the day talking about girls and our perception of sex and kink. I can’t say that I was horny per se, but I certainly found myself getting hard at the thought of my best friend naked and bathing himself. I never worried if I was gay. I just had pop-up thoughts that I didn’t force away. And as I pondered what Matt might look like naked, he suggested that we just shower together in the two-headed master bathroom. My mind practically went blank at the idea. I got dizzy. My small, young dick became engorged and harder than it had ever been.

               “Sure,” I responded. “Do you have a bathing suit I can borrow?” I asked the question to try to seem modest or even homophobic. Plus, I didn’t want to assume anything and end up naked in a terribly uncomfortable situation.

               “I do, if you want it,” Matt replied. “But I don’t care if you wear one. I’m not going to. We’re both guys. We’re friends. What’s either of us going to see that we haven’t? Just take off your clothes and I’ll start the water.”

               I nodded in compliance. I was trying hard not to squeal with glee, pass out, or otherwise ruin the moment. Matt walked into the bathroom and turned on the knob, me following closely behind. As he began to pull his shirt over his head though, I was suddenly very concerned about my own body, physique, and of course my small penis. As the Air Jordan t-shirt Matt had been wearing hit the floor, I noticed for the first time that he had a very attractive body. His upper body was firm and fit. He had no body fat, and he appeared toned, despite his age. He had these sexy quarter-sized brownish nipples, and with his shirt gone and shorts sagging a bit on his hips, I could see the top of his butt crack. I was becoming more and more excited by the second. I took my shirt off as well, then dropped the surplus camo pants I’d been wearing outside all day. As they came to rest on the floor, I suddenly realized that my hard little cock was stretching the fabric of my underwear, reaching toward Matt. I became very very nervous at this point, but when he dropped his Umbro shorts off, I could see the tip of his penis sticking through the fly of his boxers. I couldn’t help but stare at it. He didn’t notice though. He was focused on my bulging underwear. When we looked up and realized the other’s preoccupation, we both laughed a moment. Then Matt turned to directly face me, and slipped off his shorts. I quickly followed suit.

               I immediately found myself taken with the sight in front of me. Matt was skinny but muscular and fit. He was also much taller than I. His hair was black with a buzz cut, but there was no other hair on his body. The young boy’s flat stomach led down to his groin, and my eyes locked onto his beautiful prepubescent dick. It was hard and sticking out and up. The lack of any pubic hair allowed for a clear view of the 3-4” rod.

               “Take off your fuckin’ pants already! You saw mine. Show me yours!”

               I did as I had been told. The briefs had held in the throbbing erection I had, but not hidden it. With them on the floor, my little penis now stuck out toward Matt. Following his lead, I then accompanied him into the running water.

 

 

PART 4 – IT STARTS WITH A KINK

               Once in the shower, Matt didn’t hesitate to start actually showering. I was disappointed, but also confused. Matt was my friend. He was attractive, but I wasn’t attracted to him. Even to this day, I like the sissy, trans, CD bois, but only have any attraction to less than 1 in 1,000,000 men. Yet there I was, upset to just be a spectator as he soaped up his lean body. I didn’t even know much about sex either, but as Matt bent over to wash his ankles and feet, his young ass cheeks spread slightly. Looking at his cute, tight, virgin asshole, I had no doubt that I wanted it. I still don’t know what his game was in this moment, or if he knew I was plotting the demolition of his backdoor, but as I stared, he stood up and turned to me.

               “Hey, I gotta piss. I’m just gonna do it in the shower, here. That okay?”

               “No I don’t care, I actually gotta pee too.”

               “Oh okay. You wanna pee on me?” Matt asked in response.

               I didn’t mind. It seemed like all the weird boys will be boys stuff that we do. I didn’t sexualize it in the moment, and I had a strange inclination to proceed, though I had no real idea of why. However, the idea of Matt spraying his golden load at me was something that I wanted. I probably even responded far too quickly.

               “Yeah, dude. That’s cool. You wanna pee on me too?”

               “I mean, I will. I don’t have to though, I was just—“

               “Nah, its all good. I’m not just gonna pee on you. I think it’d be weird is it was just me!”

               Matt nodded in agreement and continued his turn until we faced each other in the shower. The water sprayed from the faucet head against my back, as we took hold of our own small cocks. More or less pointing them nearly upright at first, the streams of hot, yellow liquid soon sprung from each of us. The jet from my penis hit him square in the sternum. It splashed a little bit in the air before cascading down his body, ultimately dripping from his small, tight ball sack. It was hot, and suddenly the episode became sexual with that realization. As the thought processed, a warm stream of bitter fluid hit me in the face, entering my mouth. Not expecting it, piss flooded my mouth, pouring out the sides, running down my cheeks and dripping off my chin. As I changed my aim for his face, Matt and I locked eyes for a moment. While we stared into each other, I gulped down a big mouthful of his spray. He smiled a coy smile that over the next decade, I would only see when I was with him in private. In the moment of that first, awkward smile, both of us soaked in each other’s pee, Matt then reached out for me. He cupped my small, tight sack with his fingers, scooping them up from underneath. With his thumb he zeroed my aim directly to his mouth, and feverishly drank all he could.

               Nobody had really ever touched my ‘privates’ at that point but doctors, and presumably at some long ago point, my parents. I was caught off guard. I don’t think I really knew what gay was, but I knew what we were doing was wrong. I’d always been a goodie-two-shoes though, but it didn’t matter. I had previously realized that the more into girls I became, the more frustrated I was with the realization that whatever sex was, it was going to be a long wait for it. Now, piss-soaked and naked in the shower with my best friend, I realized there was a loophole. I wasn’t going to have to wait nearly as long. Moreover, the forbidden nature of this aspect of the relationship, and the kinky first encounter gave me high hopes that whatever there was to do sexually, we’d get there eventually.