While I have been married for several years, and enjoyed being with many different women in many wonderful ways, my awakening to sexuality began the way it does with most boys: centerfolds, masturbation, and perpetual horniness.
This was a recurring trend throughout my adolescence. Turns out it had been the same for my next-door neighbor, David. He was 6 months younger and we were one grade apart through school. He was the oldest of a large, Catholic family, and I, an only child.
We played basketball, camped, and chased after girls together while growing up. But the summer before my senior year, my family moved and I attended a college out of state. David still lived in the old neighborhood and was a freshman at the local community college. He was thinking of attending my school the following semester and eventually got hold of me through our parents. He asked if he come up for a visit.
We set the weekend and I arranged to entertain him with the great parties that went on every night, especially on the weekends. It had been so long since I'd seen him. I wanted to introduce him to my girlfriend, but she went to another college and couldn't make it in that weekend. While she and I had been dating for some time, I still was sowing wild oats at school.
David arrived on Friday afternoon, backpack in hand. He looked so different, taller, slender frame, still good-looking, still a babe-magnet. He had dark hair and eyes. I was almost afraid he'd be too much competition for me at the parties with other girls, but didn't consider that thought seriously. We were old friends and I was looking forward to his stay.
We hung out in my apartment until about 9, catching up and sharing some beer. Then it was time to head out for something to eat then hit some parties. We got to my friend's house shortly after 10. It was already going strong. It was great, in fact. We stayed there all night, drinking, smoking, flirting with girls. Each of us even had a couple of make-out, petting sessions with some girls in from another school; all-in-all a good night, by our standards.
Around 3 in the morning we headed off to my place. We were both tired when we got there and went to the bedroom. I still had the same old twin beds I grew up with and we each had our own bed. We were lying there in the dim room, in our boxers, looking at porno mags and shooting the bull, still buzzing from the partying, but trying to gently come-down and get some sleep.
Apparently the "feeling-up" we'd each given (and received) with those girls at the party, as well as the pix we each were looking at, somehow combined with what we drank and smoked earlier. I am sure David was as horny as I was. I figured I'd just go to the bathroom if it got too bad and whack off, before I fell asleep.
But David, I guess not wanting to get any hornier, put down his magazine abruptly, and then sat on the side of his bed. Having some energy he wanted to burn off, he suddenly did a handstand right there in the bedroom. I laughed, but he held his handstand for about a minute, and then righted himself. After a few seconds, he did it again. This time, as I watched him, something strange started to happen. I noticed the very tip of his dick sticking out of the fly of his boxers.
I don't know why, but I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Suddenly, the alcohol, the girls, the magazine began fueling a desire I could feel down in my boxers. And they all focused squarely on what was protruding from David's shorts.
I stared a few seconds longer. I thought it was actually growing further out of his boxers. Our brief inept encounters as kids ran through my mind. Now, this 20 year old was staring directly at this 19 year old guy's 7-inch cock.
