Could I feel Yours?

The story "Church Lesson" illustrates how very uninformed many of us were when we reached puberty.

 I, for example, had no clue that my penis could make things happen in my body. And I certainly could not imagine touching and exploring another boy's prick, even though I might have curious. To top it off, I didn't know that doing private things with a pal could increase your emotional attachment to that friend.

My moment of realization came while I was spending the night with a friend. We were in seventh grade by then, inseparable pals, "Besties". But we did not know that word nor what it could mean.

We were lying in bed when "Johnny" started talking very softly. He wanted to know if he could ask me a private question. I told him to go ahead. What he asked me was very simple, but it would propel us from ignorant little boys into horny adolescents, eventually from best friends into jacking buddies: "Does your thing ever get long and hard?"

His question shocked me. But I whispered a positive answer: "Yeah."

We just lay there silently for maybe five minutes. Then Johnny whispered that his thing was hard that very moment. It wouldn't go down and it was keeping him from going to sleep.

By then I was feeling of my own peter which was also stiff. I whispered that news to Johnny.

Johnny said he wanted to ask me another question, and please not to get mad. I told him okay. He took a breath and very hesitantly said, "Could I feel yours? just to see if it's like mine?"

I don't need to go into the details. Within a few minutes we had overcome our initial embarrassment and we were curiously touching and wiggling each other's stiffies, as well as tickling our sensitive little balls.

Do you readers remember that first moment of secret contact? The feel of the other boy's boner? The little rounded sphere of his balls? The strange sensations while he gently felt of you?

We were not yet over the pubertal line; at least I don't think we were. If we were capable of climaxing and ejaculating we didn't know it, so we satisfied our curiosity by doing our best to enjoy the arousal in our groins.

When morning came I was still hard and I'm sure Johnny was too. We did not mention what we'd done during the night, but the next time one of us slept over with the other guy we rapidly resumed our sex play, and this time we whispered back and forth about what we were doing.

It was months, maybe a year, before I ejaculated. That was something entirely new and I could hardly wait until the next overnighter to enjoy it with Johnny.

"Could I feel yours?" is the question that got it all started. Man, how dumb and totally uninformed we were the night we dared to touch each other.

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