My Secret Relationship Part 1

For over half of my childhood, starting at age 9, I had a secret sexual relationship with my friend. No one ever knew about it.

When I was 8 a new family moved in next door to me. It was a man and his son. The son was J. He would turn out to be my best friend and so much more. Over the course of these posts I will tell our story as best as I can remember it. I’m in my mid forties now so details might be difficult to remember but I will do my best. Everything in this is completely true, except the names.

J and I hit it off really quick. He was a year older than me and was a really good baseball player and taught me a lot. Shortly after we became best friends he began teaching me other things as well.

I remember the first time we ever did anything remotely sexual. It was a kiss, more specifically, a French kiss. I was 9 and he was 10 and he asked if I knew what a French kiss was. I had no idea what he was talking about and without any hesitation, J, leaned in and put his tongue in my mouth. I pretended to hate it but I vividly remember feeling turned on and I wanted to do it again.

The following day we were hanging out again and I asked him if he liked when we kissed. To my surprise he said he liked it. Suddenly one type of nervousness left my body and replaced it with another type. I was no longer worried he’d think I was weird for liking it, now I was nervous because I wanted to kiss him again.

J, leaned in and put his tongue in my mouth again. This time I was ready for it and I swirled my tongue as well. We spent the next 15 minutes with our tongues in each other’s mouths. This went on for a few weeks or so.

J invited me over for a sleepover not long after. He had a queen size bed and we shared it. Once the lights went out and his dad was gone, we started kissing. The following morning we laid in bed not very eager to start our day. We had a few short make out sessions in between moments of silence. Then, unexpectedly after a bout of kissing, J pulled the front of his pajamas down revealing his erect penis.

“Can I see yours?” He asked

I didn’t hesitate to pull my pajamas down as well. My erect penis was pointing directly at J. He reached out and touched mine and asked me to do the same.

“Kissing makes it so hard that it hurts.” J said

“I know. It feels better when you touch it.” I responded

“Yeah, mine does too.” He said

J scooted closer to me and we began kissing again. J grabbed my hand and put it on his erect dick and then put his hand on mine. After a minute or so of that, J pulled his pajamas down to his ankles. I had no idea why but I did the same. J scooted right up next to me and we returned to kissing. Our dicks were now rubbing against each other. It felt incredible! J reached around and grabbed my ass. I was unbelievably excited!

That night I convinced my mom to let me stay at J’s house another night. We had made plans and I wanted to see them through. My mom reluctantly agreed and I remember jumping up in the air with joy.

J and I went to bed early that night. As we went in the bedroom, J latched his door shut in case someone came in. Both of us removed all our clothes and got into bed. We pulled the covers up to our chins and quickly inched as close to each other as we could. Both of us had erections. We quickly started kissing and fondling each other’s penis’. Our legs got all entwined and our penis’ began rubbing against each other’s stomachs. Suddenly this tingling sensation in the tip of my dick started. Almost like I had to pee but more sensitive than that. When it finally stopped I felt so good. I wanted more and more of that! I wasn’t sure what it was but I knew I had to have more of it.

Shortly after we were still going at it. Aggressively rubbing against each other and then J mentioned a tingling sensation as well. When we came to a stop, I looked down and noticed a wet spot on my stomach.

“Did you pee on me?!” I asked

“No, it’s called cum. You get really tingly and then it comes out. I guess that’s why it’s called cum.” He explained

“I got tingly but I didn’t cum.” I said

I grabbed a tissue from the table next to the bed and wiped the small patch of cum from my stomach and like the horny little rabbits we were, we immediately began kissing and rubbing against each other again. We did this for almost an hour. I don’t recall the number of orgasm’s we each had but it was more than 3 each.

This “humping” as we called it went on between us until I was 12 when we started talking about blow jobs….

To be continued…

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