My first sexual experiences was with a guy. I am not gay and I do not like cock. It was between me and my long time childhood best friend. To my knowledge he isn’t gay either. Fast forwarding to today, he’s married to some older chick and I live with my girlfriend. My experiences with him was the only guy I’ve ever experimented sexually with.

It all started when we were younger, in our later teens. We would have sleep overs and dare each other to do things when we were ready to sleep for the night. Most of the time we either slept on separate couches or on the opposite ends of our beds. When we slept on the couches it was downstairs in the basement at either one of our houses if it was warm enough. Sometimes during the winter we would have the wood burning stove on allowing so we could.
Often before bed we would talk about sex and women. The first night when it all started when we were talking we would jerk off under the blankets. At first we didn’t admit to anything, we would quietly jack off and after we would blow our loads, we would pretend that we would have to pee and go to the bathroom to clean ourselves up. After a while we got comfortable enough I suppose to admit that we would be jerking off under the sheets and admit the moment we came afterwards telling each other it was time to go to the bathroom and wipe down. It was always a kind of a gradual thing for us.

There were plenty of times we would try to watch scrambled soft porn on the TV. One night after watching some great lesbian porn before falling asleep, we started to touch ourselves and Tom asked me a question I was not prepared for:

“Hey I dare you to get totally naked, sleep above the covers and jerk off”

“Dude, your mom is sleeping upstairs, if she were to walk down here and catch us that would be a little awkward don’t you think?” I said, not really wanting to do this. I hesitated for a while.

“C’mon dude, I dare you too. Or are you too chicken!”

“Only if you do it” I said to him. “If we get caught, we get caught together!”

He agreed and we stripped completely naked, laid down over the covers and jerked off that night talking about the porno we just watched until we finished.
The next sleepover we got together over his house. It was pretty much a given that we both were going to bed naked (Still on separate couches) and wank off before falling to sleep only he took it even more farther.

“Mike, want to give each other rub downs?” he asked me.

I have to admit I was a bit thrown back by his question. I really wasn’t comfortable with the thought of touching another man’s body or having another man touch mine.

“Dude, that’s gay. I’m not sure I’m good with that” I told him.

“It doesn’t have to be gay bro, if you’re as horny as fuck like I am, it’d be just to help each other out. We could pretend we were getting one from a chick” he reasoned.

“As long as nobody knows about this and I mean no one!” I said. “Last thing we need is some rumor spreading that we’re gay together” I told him.
He told me then to lay on my stomach as he made his way to where I was on the couch where I was sleeping. He slowly began to rub my shoulders, neck and back.