First Boy

It all started innocently enough; my mom was living in the same apartment complex as him and once when I was over for a couple of weeks my mom and I went to the pool for a swim. At the time I was just barely 10 or so, and he had really long hair so when I saw him I wasn't quite sure if he was a boy or girl. My mom started chatting with his dad for a while and I swam around the pool, now certain he was a boy a little younger than me, but a bit unsure of what to do since I have always been a bit shy, especially when I was that young. We started to talk and there seemed to be an instant connection and around that time my mom noticed that we were getting along so she asked his dad where he lived and we found out that they lived in the apartment directly below ours and across the corridor. So we dried off and all walked back to our places and I'm not sure who invited who but we all went in one of our places and our parents kept talking about nothing as adults do. It turned out that he lived with his dad for a couple of years since his parents got divorced and occasionally visited his mother. I was in the same situation but my parents had just separated earlier that year and talking to him helped me a lot and definitely started a bond between us.

 

So we seemed to naturally get along well and it wasn't too long before we started coming over to each other's houses whenever we could. So far, at least for a couple of weeks, everything seemed normal and at least I thought that he was just like any other boy. Honestly, I don't remember how it came up, but we started talking about sex and touching each other's penises and things. It seemed that this perfectly innocent-looking little nine-year-old boy evidently had done some 'interesting' things with his cousin just a little while before we met. He once was telling me about it when we were alone in his room and he brought up how much he liked it. I still was a bit confused about why someone would want to do this with someone, and then he told me how he was fooling around with his cousin once and their parents caught them right in the middle of their usual activities. The way he put it was that his cousin had some of his spit on his 'thing' (as he was so fond of calling penises) and he was kneeling in front of him and needless to say the adults got the idea fast. So they were basically punished for daring to do such horrible things and not allowed to be alone together anymore.

 

 So now my mind goes blank on what happens next but a couple of days later he proposed that we do it as well. I was still a bit shy but we both got naked and looked at each other. When he had decided that it was a good idea to start this I had simply gone along for the ride, but when we first decided to move on from looking to touching it was perfectly consensual. It wasn't exactly a fast thing either; it took maybe weeks for us to gain confidence in each other to do that. Again my mind becomes hazy from the details but one night when I was spending the night at his house and his dad was in bed we were lying side by side in our sleeping bags in the other room. He came to me first and I have no idea how it started but the next thing I know I had pulled down my pajama pants and underwear but instead of just feeling me he held onto my legs and started sucking on my penis. Before this I had always had a bit of trouble getting erect because it was still a bit tense for me and I didn't have the hormones necessary to instantly gain an erection at the mere thought of sex. But despite everything, it was a little too much for me that soon and I think I must have pushed him away for the moment. It felt good, but I wasn't ready. A few weeks later he was pushing for an encore of that one night and he decided that since he did me first last time it was my turn to do him first. (An odd turn-taking trend that we adopted since then). So I uncertainly fondled him as usual and equally uncertainly took his erection into my mouth and sucked with a certain amount of hesitation. He seemed to like it though; he later told me that I was much better than his cousin. So I did that for a little while, maybe a minute or so and then he took his turn on me and I liked it but didn't get erect because it felt so strange.

 

So it must have been a few weeks later we started to get very comfortable around each other and with each other's bodies. We had a lot of fun once when we raced to the pool and waited for his dad to show up. We would take off our shorts and swim naked, paying no attention to the fact that there could be people in the apartments nearby that could see us swimming around nude. We also spent a great deal of time playing little games like taking off our shorts and throwing them into the spa and then jumping naked out of the water into the spa to retrieve our shorts. Then we would throw them back into the pool and again make the naked run. We got lucky that we always knocked it off before his dad showed up. We also would turn on the jets for the spa and stick our dicks in the holes where the warm water came out. But anything else we kept private, or at least reasonably so. I remember they had these storage closet like things next to the apartments for people to put stuff in and we would hide in them sometimes when I stayed over. There was one time when we didn't just hide in there, so we sucked on each other's dicks standing up. After we went swimming, we also liked to hide behind this large clump of trees outside his door and whenever we were alone and had nothing better to do there it wasn't rare for our hands to find their way inside each others shorts. All these events are somewhat vague though, and I can't quite recall many longer events. But I do remember a few. We started getting dangerously close to getting caught a few times. Like this one time when we had been away from each other for a long time and we went swimming again in the pool, there was a small unisex bathroom by the poolside and we both went in there without caring that our parents must have noticed. I don't know what the hell they were thinking. So it went about as usual, except we had fewer clothes on so all he had to do was pull down his swim shorts and lean against the wall of the bathroom while I sucked on him. I don't remember all of it, but I wonder if the adults were able to make any deductions based on how we went in there together and stayed in for a long time (like 15 minutes or so) and I wonder if we made any noises while we were doing it. We went home after that and did some more that night. 

 

I also remember all these weird games we used to play, we had games for everything and the stranger the sex play, the more elaborate the game. When we got bored with just normal stuff (touching, sucking, rubbing...same old, same old...) after something like a year or so (remember he had only done this for a few times with his cousin and to be frank we were running out of ideas) we invented stuff. We had a way of coming up with things to suit our needs as well, we kinda of got tired of the old 'taking turns' with the sucking since we often would argue over who's turn it was to go first. So after a bit of thought we decided to scrap the turns and go at the same time. Not a big concept, but it was huge for us. In this way we 'invented' the classic 69 in order to do it to each other at the same time. This, however, presented a problem...we were enjoying this too much and never wanted to get caught, so we had to have an escape route. It was easy when we would lie side by side under the blankets and one would go down on the other, if a parent showed up he just had to dart up quick. But when we were in 69, one of us was upside down in the bed, that's hard to explain. So we came up with the idea (we were lucky, we were never 'walked in on') to have the person upside down hold a Lego piece in one hand to pretend to have dropped down in the bed if someone walked in. We would commonly switch places since there was no objection and the person that had their head out of the bed would serve as lookout as well. We had this so well planned out. Anyway, I remember many many times with my head down in the bed and my legs cold and on the pillow. He was in my mouth and I was in his and like this we could go for at least a few minutes, or at least until I needed to come up for air, because it was so stuffy down there. But I always remember having one hand on his butt and the other wrapped carefully around a small Lego piece. If I was on top, it was much the same, except I would stop sucking for a second every once in a while to glance to the door to make sure nobody was there.

 

These games were really kinda fun; we made it a challenge to do these things not only at night, but whenever, almost DARE our parents to catch us doing it. We would sneak into the bedroom and go under the covers, pull our shorts to our knees and our shirts up to our necks and do whatever. We rarely if ever got completely stripped because it wasn't necessary and getting caught was always a possibility. So we were brave but careful and definitely not stupid. We liked to keep the sucking for nighttime so during the day it was mostly touching and occasionally we would lie side-by-side and rub ourselves together, I always like that. An interesting twist we started throwing in was a little game in which we would pretend that we could have kids together just by doing stuff to each other and we could pick the way we wanted the children to come out by doing different things to each other in a different order. It was incredibly stupid but kinda fun, and it made sure we never did the same stuff twice in the same night. The only other major game we had was where we would pretend to be wizards or something of the sort doing battle with an evil magician who's first action was always to steal our clothes so we had to quest to get them back. We basically just crawled around naked under the bedcovers except occasionally we needed to draw energy off of each other, predictably... by touching or sucking each other. My mom actually caught us doing this once, just crawling around naked, nothing else, and told us to knock it off but thankfully we never got in any more trouble.

 

We continued this for at least a year, probably more, and managed to never get really caught. We never once had an orgasm, because we didn't know it existed, and never tried anal sex for the same reason. This being the early 90's, there was no internet to teach us those sorts of things. Though we did like each other a lot, and I remember once we had a conversation were we wished one of us was a girl so we could have real sex.

 

We had been doing these things for quite a long time now and we had gotten really comfortable with it all. In fact we might have gotten too comfortable because we stopped being so careful and as a result our parents started to get suspicious, something that contributed greatly to the end of our friendship. In the beginning my mom and I had lived in the same old apartment right over his and across the hall, but my mom got tired of the daily commute to her workplace in the city so we she ended up moving to live a lot closer. This didn't change anything with us because he just would come over and spend the night there. I think we did this maybe twice before the last time, and it was a long day. We spent most of the time during the day playing relatively normal games that ten and eleven year old boys do and we spent time on the Nintendo and playing hide-and-seek among the furniture but always staying close. Eventually night grew close and after the day we were absolutely filthy. Surprisingly, I was the one who proposed showering together and for once he was the one hesitating. Maybe it was the fact that my mom would know (which she did, and didn't seem happy about). He actually wanted to wash himself but I was the one this time who wanted to do something so we kinda argued a little until I stopped touching him and he threatened to tell my mom if I didn't stop. It was actually one of the few times I saw him naked without a full erection since he was usually fully aroused once we started anything. After we got out and dried ourselves (and to a lesser degree, dried each other) and got dressed for whatever dinner my mom had prepared. In my bedroom my mom had gotten out the spare bed and had put it right next to mine and the heights were so close you could easily roll from one to the other.

 

After the lights went down we most likely watched some TV for a while before making sure that my mom was in bed. It was mostly a normal thing, but it seemed as if we did more of everything for no apparent reason;  maybe we were both really aroused or something. All I know is that I literally wanted him more than ever before and he was even a little more than giving after refusing me in the shower. I suppose that he was more comfortable then so he was more like himself, more like what I liked because I WAS a bit disappointed when he didn't want anything to do with me at first. We started out as usual, planning out what we were going to do and we then pulled down our pajama bottoms and I think we took our shirts off completely leaving nothing on our top half, I don't remember if we bothered to come up with an excuse for that one. We didn't plan carefully much anymore. Starting as usual, we laid side-by-side embracing each other and rubbing our small bodies together, our erections moving about against the other. We must have done that for a good few minutes in between just touching the other softly like always. Deciding that it was time for some more hard stuff he took the quick initiative and went down under the covers to suck softly on me for about a minute. Afterward I unquestionably went down and did the same to him while he continued his habit of holding my head with his hand while I did that and softly begging me to keep going and to suck harder. After being at least a little happy to satisfy him like that we took a short break to just do some soft touching of each other again, as planned. Shortly afterward I went back down under the covers listening carefully to his instructions of what to do. I swung my legs up to the top of the bed and I remember just how hot and stuffy it was down there from the result of two little (or not so little anymore, depending on your point of view) boys sweating and breathing heavy as I'm sure we did. Slipping into a good position to hold his legs, I thought about how I was never too incredibly crazy about doing this but gave in quickly feeling his touch on my parts. My legs hit the closet doors a few times as we found the right position and started going slowly and pleasurably. I like that better because I could almost suck on 'automatic' and concentrate on the pleasure that he was giving me and thus almost forget that I could hardly breathe. I must have complained after a while of this because we ended up switching positions so that he was under the covers and I could cool off my head at the top of the bed and he could cool off his legs, among other things. It went much the same except I couldn't close my eyes because I was supposed to keep an eye on the door, just in case. Luckily, nobody ever came and we were left to our own devices for however long it was, perhaps a few hours or so, but definitely longer than usual. It went slower this time, but not long enough because he didn't like it any more than I did and we weren't brave enough to try it on top of the covers even though it didn't matter as we were then completely naked save for our underwear pulled down to our ankles so we could spread our legs wider. We finished doing this and spent a few minutes rubbing our bodies together and just generally holding on to each other as if we knew that it would be the last time and enjoyed the soft touch of the each other like always.

 

After that night we stopped abruptly and our parents later did this big crackdown on our activities, telling us they knew what we were doing, and demanding we stop our "games". Now I know they didn't have a clue that we did anything but run around naked, but still, we obeyed... like good little children who think their parents know what is best for them. When he moved to some new apartments, I visited him once but we ended up only playing video games and with some toys. We hadn't forgotten how to play, but I am certain we forgot why. Although it had only been a year and a half or so since that last night the changes were dramatic. I don't know about him, but I had already started puberty and had been going for a while so I was growing up faster than I had ever dreamed and the thought of doing anything had turned from good to slightly awkward. We didn't even talk about it and definitely didn't think about doing anything even though it would have been so easy.

 

After that day I left and didn't see him again for over five years. When I met him by coincidence in high school, he refused to talk about it, and denied that we had ever done anything at all. He had turned out straight, was even dating a girl, and it was clear that what we did haunted him and confused him. It made me sad to see him as so different from the boy I knew. We had shared so much, and I could remember how wonderful those times we had together were, but he resented me for them; he was downright ashamed of what we had done together. Beyond that, I've never seen him again, and don't intend to. I don't understand how two boys, who were the closest of friends, and so much more, could have turned out so differently, so much at odds over the same events. For me, they were some of the happiest and most sexually fulfilling times of my life, while for him they were events that he apparently had tried very, very hard to forget.

 

After him, though, back when I was still 12, I had another relationship, and this one was different. With the other boy, we were both young, and so were equals. But the boy I had my next relationship with hadn't started puberty yet, while I was well along, so while our ages were only 2 years apart, our bodies were as different as could be. For once, I was completely dominant, and the things we did were amazing, but at the end turned out horrible. However... that is another story...