Steve and I had visited back and forth for years, and one our normal bedtime activities for several years had been tickle games where we took turns tickling each other to see if we could make each other move. We usually ended up tickling each other's crotch, and somehow frequently ended up naked in the process, but what little sex play we had was brief and nonspecific.

This time, however, it was to be different.

The second day Steve was there I happened to walk into my room in the middle of the day when Steve wasn't expecting me, and saw him laying on the bed with his shorts pulled down, rubbing his penis with his right hand. He seemed to be concentrating hard, and didn't see me. I watched for a minute, then quietly left. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but figured it must have been similar to what I sometimes did on my pillow, where I rubbed my penis until it throbbed. I'd been doing that for about six months, and loved it. Seeing Steve Rub his penis was the first indication I had that other boys did that, and I got a boner thinking about it.

That night, Steve was gone, and I thought he wouldn't be back until late. Thinking about what I'd seen him doing that afternoon, I got a boner and the urge to use my pillow, so pulled down my underwear, rolled over, and went to it like I usually did. It felt good, and I imagined how it felt to Steve when he used his hand; the thought excited me. When I was about halfway done, with the feeling just beginning to become intense, Steve came in, earlier than I'd expected. "So you do it, too? He asked. It was more a statement than a question. ......(cont)