My first summer back home from prep school I was 14 and frequently stayed over at my best friend's house. We lived across the street from each other and had been friends since I was 9. Late one night as we were watching tv on the sofa, he got the idea he wanted to be on the other side of me. He clumsily crawled over me - grabbing my leg, my arm...and my dick through my shorts while saying "excuse me, pardon me, excuse me". He got to my left, and then started back to my right, grabbing as he crossed. My dick got hard with all his grabbing and he called me on it - calling me boner boy, etc. He went back and forth several times, each time grabbing a bigger handful of my dick. It felt awesome to have a guy grab my hard-on like that...but it was also very confusing where all this was leading. He was a bit younger than me, and looking back on it I guess he was exploring his old buddies bigger dick.

I woke up later that night after we both went to sleep. It was still dark out and he was breathing very heavy (he had a reputation for heavy sleeping -his mom and sister used to pluck his eyebrows when he was asleep). I put my hand on his crotch. Continued heavy breathing. I slid my hand down his jeans. Still heavy breathing. So I slid my hand down his underwear and found his dick. Still heavy breathing. I carefully unzipped his jeans a little more, and by this time he had wood. I pulled his dick out and over the top of his underwear enough that I could put it in my mouth for a few strokes. It was nice, but without undoing his jeans even more, it wasn't working. I put everything back in place got back on the floor and fell back to sleep.

The next time I woke up it was light outside and I was still super horned up. I tried to do the same thing as the night before, but this time he woke up and instantly yelled at me to get the hell off! I was so ashamed for what I had done, I walked out of his house and we never spoke again. To this day, I havent spoken a word to him.