My First Time With Chris - part 1

When I was f******n and still in middle school, I had one friend that I liked hanging out with because he was a little older. Chris was only three years older than me, but he had already been in high school, which made him cooler to hang out with. He was an average k** like me, in fact, he was a rather plain band geek that played the trombone. I didn't have much room to talk - I was a choir nerd that actually liked to sing. For being older than me, I don't remember Chris talking about girls much. I always assumed he wasn't very lucky with the girls because of his glasses and slight problem with teenage acne.

Chris and I did typical teenage stuff like bike riding, video games, occasionally helping each other with homework, TV and movie watching…… But for some reason mom wasn't too keen on me staying overnight at his house. As plain and "unpopular" as Chris was, she was leery that a high school buddy was just a bit old for a sleep over at the time.

I was a good k** that stayed out of trouble and actually did my chores without being asked. Over time, I discover that mom stopped "checking up on me" when I would stay at my other, not-yet-in-high school, friends' house for the night. So one day I decided to do the unthinkable and fib to mom about staying over at one of their houses, when I would actually stay over at Chris's place. The idea was exciting and Chris vowed to not say anything that would get me into trouble.

The night started out the same as other sleepovers. Bike riding, board games, and Chris had a Commodore 64. I think it was about ten o'clock when Chris decided to take a shower for the night. He left me playing video games and headed to the bathroom. The bathroom was right next to Chris's bedroom, which was sometimes annoying because you could hear the water running through the pipes when anybody would go in there. I remember quite some time passing without that annoying water noise and became curious. "What's taking him so long?" I wondered. I decided to eavesdrop on Chris, and quietly made my way to the bathroom door.

Luckily, in the layout of Chris's house, that area was not visible from the main area where the family room was. I could faintly hear the television and Chris's parents, who were watching the nightly news cast. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I put my ear to the bathroom door. Instantly I heard an all-to-familiar noise coming from inside. I recognized the sound from when I would do it, and from when Greg and I would play around with each other. I could tell that Chris was beating off in there. My heart began to race a little faster. I began to visualize Chris's hard dick, slick with lotion, his hand gripping his high-school meat, sliding back and forth from his balls to the head.

I was really nervous now, listing to Chris beating off with one ear, and monitoring his parents with the other, as to not get caught with my head against the bathroom door. Chris's jacking was loud and steady, and my dick got hard as I continued visualizing him in there, just a door separating the two of us. After what seemed like another ten minutes, I heard Chris moan a couple of times, and I knew he finally drained himself. I quickly dashed back to the bedroom, my dick hard and trying to break out of my pants.

I closed the door behind me and stood there as I heard the water from his shower start to run. My heart was racing as I visualized Chris showering, warm water running down his chest to his still hard cock, then dripping down his long shaft and off the tip of his dick head. I was excited with curiosity of how big his dick could be, and how much fun it would be to play with it, like me and Greg do. My dick was harder than ever now and I wanted so bad to relieve my own pressure, but I knew that wasn't a good idea just then. Not only was it my first time at Chris's house, I wasn't sure how long he would be in the shower.

I decided that now was a good time to get more comfortable, so I took off my shoes, socks and pants. I looked down at the bulge in my fruit-of-the-looms. My dick was hard and wanting out for some fresh air. I pulled open the front of my tighty-whiteys to readjust my young cock and could see a good amount of pre-cum on the tip and a wet spot on my undies. Chris's wanking session had gotten me hot and horny, but at the same time I was scared because this was our first time sleeping over and I didn't know how Chris would react if he came in and I had a raging boner. My heart was pounding again. I decided it was best if I hid my erection from Chris for now, so I grabbed the game controller and climbed back onto his bed. I sat Indian-style and re-adjusted my underwear so they were not so tight and constricting my massive boner. Just as I was putting a pillow in my lap to hide my erection, Chris walked through the bedroom door.

His hair was wet and all he had on was his boxers. He was the first of my friends yet that I had seen in boxers - I guessed it was a high-school thing. Immediately I noticed a large lump in the front. I wasn't sure if he was still half-hard or if that was just normal bulge, but I was intrigued. I wasn't sure what to say so I blurted out, "you must feel better after that." "Yea, nothing like a hot shower," he replied. He noticed that I was in my underwear as he sat down on the bed. "Still playing I see," he said as the sound effects from the game went off. "Yea, but you were in there so long, I need a break," I told him as I handed over the controller.

Chris sat somewhat sideways to me with one leg on the bed and the other hanging off. I don't think he was meaning to, but his boxers were gapping open from the way his leg was angled on the bed, and I could see a peek of his nut sack. He seemed to have a nice bush and because I couldn't see his dick, I figured it was hanging in the other direction. My heart started to beat faster with excitement now, I wanted so bad to see what a high-school dick was like.

As Chris was playing and we were engaging in game talk, I kept sneaking looks at his crotch. He shifted his leg open just a bit more as he played, and I could see both of his hairy nuts now. I snuck my far hand under the pillow in my lap and started to carefully stroke my raging boner. My mind was racing with ideas of how I could get Chris to show me his dick. A few minutes passed and I was getting pretty worked up. He finally lost to the computer when I had an idea.

"Do you happen to have any lotion, my hands are really dry?" I asked as he handed the controller back to me. "Sure, let me go get it," he said as he headed back the bathroom. I quickly pulled my hand back up from under the pillow and he returned with a jar of lotion. I noticed the bulge in his boxers was basically the same size as earlier, so I figured he must have a bit of a bigger cock than what I was used to seeing. "This is really good stuff," he told me as he tossed me the jar, "my mom makes a special stop for this stuff." "Thanks," I said as I took off the lid. I took a small amount and rubbed it in my hands. He was right, that lotion was really slippery and didn't soak in right away. I glanced at his digital clock and noticed it was about midnight. He was sitting on the bed like before, and I could see a peek at his nut sack again. "Wow, it's pretty late," I stated as I was rubbing my hands and imagining what Chris's dick must have looked like with that awesome lotion on it. "Yea, my parents are already in bed," Chris replied.