When the guy at one end of the street turned me on as much as the girl at the other end of the street, I was confused. I knew about the opposite sex, but no one had told me yet about feelings being aroused by the same sex. I wanted to be near him and see him; he was so funny and smart and interesting and ...cute! I wanted to hear his laugh, see his smile, and rub on his cock?!?! It just didn't make any sense to me. I was a boy, so why did my pants become too tight every time that he came around? The girl at the other end of the street was really sweet and pretty; I liked her a lot, enough to masturbate to the thought of her almost daily. The guy, however, was more fun to be with; it was just easier to talk to him and be myself. We became friends, and eventually I got him to spend the night. After all the lights were out, I pulled out my recently pilfered nudity magazine and we delighted in the scenes of flesh captured in it's pages. I noticed that he pants were rising, and mine were too. I slipped a hand down to my cock. I was stroking though my pants and he saw. "What are you doing!?" he asked wide eyed."Dude," I said, " how can you not jack it to this," pointing with my free hand to a huge dick slid halfway inside a puss.He didn't say anything, but gripped his cock through his pants as well. I slipped my hand inside my pants. I was so turned on that we were stroking side by side that I started panting heavily and was really working it. His hand transitioned to the inside, also. I pulled my pants down to make it easier, and he followed suit. I could see his cock now, and that's where my eyes stayed while I jerked off. His was bigger than mine, and had prominent veins bulging on the side. I had heard of blow jobs and always wondered what it felt like...to get and to give. I pushed the mag out of the way and dove toward the beautiful flesh pop. I heard him stifle an exclamation as his whole body went stiff, but he let my head stay where it was. Soon, he relaxed and grabbed my head, thrusting into my mouth with reckless abandon. There was no sound, no warning, just wet warmth in my mouth. I swallowed.The next morning, we ate pop tarts in silence, then he walked home. He never came back over, but I knew I was bi.
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