Boys will be Boys : Part 1 - The Beginning

This is a true story. Names have been changed.

"All great novels, all true novels, are bisexual" - Milan Kundera

It started many years ago, when I was having a sleep over with my friend Dylan. He had just gotten a new webcam so we decided we were going to mess around with it and see what we could do. We pretended to be News reporters and TV show hosts, as you do when you are kids. We started to get bored after a few hours of this.

Dylan suggested we make movies while the other person was outside the room and then they would come in and watch it. I decided I'd give it a go, not realizing Dylan has something he wanted to show me!

It started off simple, doing stupid things. Giving the middle finger, pretending to trip and fall, silly dances. Immature stuff...Until it was my turn to go outside the room. For about 2 minutes I was stuck outside while Dylan was making his movie, waiting for him to call me. When he finally did, he told me I could go ahead and watch it and he was going to go to the toilet for a minute. I went into his room, sat down at the computer and played the last recorded film. It began.

The clip started with Dylan walking around the room slowly. He left the frame for a few seconds and when he came back in he had no top on. he stood directly in front of the camera and started into the lens. The next thing that happened I will never forget. He slowly unzipped his jeans and let this rock hard boner free. Still staring at the camera he gripped it in his hands, slowly stroking it, every now and again biting his lip. Never breaking his intense eye contact. In my own trousers I could feel myself growing. I was shocked at the size of Dylans junk, so much bigger than mine.

He was, in fairness, a year older than me, as he was held back a year in school. He had even started to grow a few little pubes, something I at the time had none of. I was in complete shock, or surprise, or awe. Still not sure to this day. The video continued. He let his trousers drop to his ankles and slowly removed his boxers, revealing two huge balls hanging between his legs. He held them in his hand, slowly and very gently massaging them. He then walked over towards the camera and kissed the lens. The screen went dark. The clip was over.

I was rock hard now. Another thing I wasn't too familiar with at the time and I hadn't even noticed that my hand was now on the crotch of my jeans, slowly stroking myself. "How did you like that" I heard behind me. I jumped a little, not because of the fright, but maybe because of the embarrassment that I had seen my friend pleasure himself on the computer screen in front of me, or the fact that it had turned me on. "ehh, i , eh was just about to delete it" i stammered. (we had been deleting all of the videos to save space on the computer).

"Don't bother" Dylan replyed with a sort of excitement in his voice, "Lets put this into a special folder" He walked over to the computer created a new folder a few layers deep within another and dropped it in there. As if nothing had happened he quickly turned to me and smiled. "Your turn now" he said. I didn't know what to do.

When he went outside the room and closed the door, I was really nervous. I did a, what i thought was sexy, dance. Very quickly flashed my dick (which was now soft because of the concentration and the pressure my friend had put me under) and very suddenly pulled my pants back up. The video lasted about 13 seconds. Unlike Dylans 2 minute plus video. Dylan returned to the room and watched it, while I stood in the background blushing. He smiled and said "That was great, I'll do another one now. But sure there's no point using the computer. I'll just do it in front of you."

He pointed to the sofa that was in his room, and gestured for me to sit on it. Very calmly and swiftly he stripped. He was rock hard still. His member standing straight out in front of him, and as before he started gently rub himself up and down. This time turning around and squeezing his ass. Standing with his legs apart and bending over, showing me his tight asshole. He licked he finger and rubbed it on his ass. I think I may have stopped breathing. The blood was rushing from my head, most likely because it was running to my dick. I was throbbing now.

"You know what?" Dylan said while looking at me, upside down, through his legs. He stood up straight and turned around to face me. I tried to hide my now visible tent that had appeared in my trousers. "Eh... what? I nervously replied. "Lets stop with this whole 'show' thing. It's kind of getting boring". I was a bit confused. He was still standing completely naked in front of me. It was his idea why was he suddenly stopping. "ok" I said quickly and turned away from him, shielding my eyes.

Thinking he had regretted doing it and wanted me to stop looking. "No stupid" he said. "I don't mind you seeing me naked". Now I was really confused. "I just mean lets stop performing for each other" A slight grin grew on his face as he walked over to me and nelt in front of me. "Lets perform on each other instead" Dylan straight away reached for my jeans , unbuttoning them and lowering the zip. He yanked them clear off me and with no hesitation or consideration for me, did the same with my boxers. He threw them both across the room so I was now sitting in just a t-shirt. "Take that off quickly" he said. With that he went to work on me.

He grabbed my small penis between his thumb and other fingers and slowly started to jerk me off. It felt incredible, never before had I ever even touched myself this way. masturbation was something completely unknown to me. He kept going, using different things around the room such as teddy bears or a rubber ball to give me different sensations on my now fully erect, tingling cock. After about 3 mins, I felt something I had definitely never felt before. It started in my toes, then jumped to the base of my stomach.

I could feel it in the back of my eyes, and behind my knees. At first I thought I needed to pee and I jerked slightly. Dylan saw this. He grinned and kept going. He knew what was happening. With that my head went backwards, by back arched and I had my first ever orgasm. Completely dry. No cum at all. Dylan was now rubbing my legs. "It's great. Isn't it?" He laughed.

He stood up and went over to his bedside locker. I was now trying to locate my pajamas from my overnight bag. Thinking he was doing the same I turned my back to him and started getting dressed. "What are you doing?" he said in shock. I turned to see an alarm clock in his hand which he then put under his pillow. "We're sleeping together tonight. Naked." he has a huge smile on his face. "I've set the alarm for early in the morning so we can get dressed and you can get into the spare bed on the floor before my parents wake up.

In case they come in, in the morning" I anxiously obliged, and I climbed into the bed next to him. His still rock hard dick touching against mine. His hand caressing my balls, and shaft, and every so often a finger running along the crack of my ass. We started to fall asleep when he whispered. "You're going to love what I'm going to do to you tomorrow!"

With that we both went silent and didn't wake until the early morning alarm. Neither of us spoke a word, just got dressed into our pyjamas, I got into the spare bed and we slept for another few hours. We got up and had breakfast with his family. Neither of us mentioned it until later that day. When the house was empty, we were upstairs playing the PlayStation when Dylan turned to me and said. Lets go to the Tree House.

To Be Continued.

** Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed it. I have plenty more storied which later on involve other boys that Dylan and I got involved with. I know not much happened on that first night, but I want to tell it how it is. If you liked this sorry please rate and I will be happy to share the rest. Thanks. Ben!