There was a boy, Jim, who lived a few blocks away from me that I got to know in 6th grade We both liked to ride bikes and became really good friends right away. When the weather was bad, we hung out in his basement or his bedroom playing with his chemistry set, erector set, or playing cards. I don't remember how long it took him after we met to mention the subject of jerking off. He wanted to us to try it, and I said okay. I stole a few of my dad's Playboy magazines and brought them over to Jim's house. We looked at the girls in the magazine and got hard. He showed me how to masturbate and I remember that I liked it. We both had almost-clear jizz that oozed out instead of shooting. At first, we just jerked ourselves. Then we started jerking eachother. Sometimes, we would try to jerk eachother simultaneously. We found that it worked best to do one at a time.
After a few months of him jerking me at his house and me jerking myself at home alone, my cum became pearl white and came out in small spurts. Same with Jim. We got really into it and would meet just about every day after school. We would frequently J/O more than once, and would empty our sperm into an empty baby food jar just to look at it accumulate. His mother never bothered us, so we weren't inhibited. We always had our pants on so all we would need to to is zip up and fasten our belts. I remember that I liked to unzip him and reach in his underwear. There was this exhilarating sense of mischief that overtook me every time I touched his dick. We never knew what gay was, yet we knew that we didn't want to tell anyone else what we did when we were alone in the basement.
The next summer between 6th and 7th grades, we went to the beach together often. We both wore stretch-knit swimsuits that showed our dick outlines. Almost every guy wore them back then as that was the style. I remember that we both liked that people could see our dicks through our swimsuits. I loved it when we got boners on the beach. One time, we crawed under the boarwalk in Atlantic City and jerked off while people were walking right above us. L.O.L.! Our dicks no longer oozed, but shot forcefully as we progressed into puberty.
One day just after we began 8th grade, Jim called me after school and asked me to "Come over." I had a suspicion that he wanted to try something else. He asked if I ever tried to blow myself. I said no. He asked if we could try to blow eachother. I said that I'd try it. He suggested that we try 69 so that we could both do it at the same time. As soon as we lowered our briefs, we were both full hard. I remember that we both gagged. We tried doing it separately just to see. As soon as he was 2" inside me, I gagged and didn't pursue it. He didn't enjoy it that much either, so we went back to our old standby. We gave eachother some great hand jobs, though. This went on through 6th, 7th, and 8th grades. We never had any type of affection with each other - it's was strictly J/O. I loved it when he'd get me off, and vice versa.
After 8th grade, we went to different high schools and lost touch. Many years later, my mom scheduled a service appointment with the phone company. When she opened the door to greet the repairman, it was Jim. My mom always liked him and they conversed while he fixed her wall phone. She took his phone number and said that she would forward it to me.
When I went back to NJ to visit the following summer, I called Jim. We agreed to meet at a bar halfway between my mom's house and his. At 27, Jim was lean and very attractive. I was 26 and in great shape. He was impressed with my body as he was always stronger than me when we were kids. Not anymore! Running and the gym turned me into an obviously buffed, athletic young guy. I wondered if something would happen. Even though I was dating someone, I wanted to hook up with him right away. We talked, and I found that he was straight and married. I told him that my best friend and I have been BFs for the past year. I made a point of telling him that I really liked m2m sex and I'm not interested in women. He never took the bait or talked about our 3 years of sex with eachother. I had a great guy at home in AZ, and figured that if Jim didn't seem interested, I'd let it go. We enjoyed our beers and eventually called it a night.
I came away from it wondering why we turned out so differently when we both had the same first sexual experience. It's a stepping stone in our lives that I'm glad that I got to experience. From there, I had 5 more great years with my guy in AZ. 40 some years have passed since my first J/O buddy. When I get to NJ next time, I'll look up Jim to see what he's up to.
