My first experience with a guy was when I was fourteen, with my best friend
Eric.  Eric was my next door neighbor, and we were together all the time.
He was about a year younger than me, but you couldn't tell by looking at us.
I was skinny with a pale complexion, brown hair and blue eyes, and about
average height for my age.  Eric was just as tall as I was, but a lot
huskier, and a dark complexion, with brown hair and brown eyes.  We talked
about sex a lot, and Eric was obsessed with losing his virginity (an
attitude he got from his father).

One day we were playing basketball at the elementary school down the street
and Eric asked me if I had ever played "Truth or Dare".  I stated that I
hadn't , and he asked if I wanted to play.  We were the only ones there and
I didn't see anything wrong with it, so I said I did.

Things started innocently enough (well, kind of).  We said "truth" a lot,
and we would have each other do stupid stuff on "dare" like cluck like a
chicken (hey, give me a break - we were young).  This went on for a little
while until finally Eric dared me to pull down my pants and run across the
basketball court.  I didn't really think about it, so I pulled down my pants
and underwear.  Being young, I had a hard on the moment my pants came off,
and Eric was giving me a hard time about that and about the fact that my
cock didn't have any hair on it.  I completed my dare, and then it was his
turn.  I dared him to do exactly the same thing.  Of course, he was just as
hard as I was.  To my suprise, his cock was a lot bigger than mine and was
really hairy.  I was fascinated by it and couldn't keep my eyes off of it.

The game took a new direction, and we kept having each other do different
things with our pants off.  This continued until it was time for us to go
home.  I spend that night thinking about his hard prick.

The next night, he asked me if I wanted to go back to the school and play
Truth or Dare again.  Of course I was up for it, and I felt my dick swelling
in my pants as we walked over there.

This time, we started off immediately daring each other to pull down our
pants.  After a few turns, Eric dared me to undo his pants and touch his
cock.  Again, I didn't think anything of it and went ahead.  My heart was
racing as I pulled down his pants and watched his cock spring out.  I
immediately grabbed his shaft, and started feeling around.  I remember how
warm his cock was, and how soft the head was.  I had played with mine plenty
of times, but somehow his felt different.  I felt around for a minute and
then stopped.  Obviously, I dared him to do the same thing.  He did, but as
much as I enjoyed it, I still liked playing with his cock better.  Again,
this went back and forth until it was time to go back home.  Being kids, we
really didn't think about getting each other off, so we both went home
frustrated.  As soon as I was in the door, I went straight to the bathroom
and jerked off (I'm sure he did the same).

From then on, we spent every night daring each other to feel our cocks.  We
would put different variations on it so we weren't just daring each other to
do the same thing.  For instance, since it was fall we put dried up leaves
in our pants, and dared the other one to pick out all the pieces.  The funny
thing was, as much as we were doing to each other, neither of us came.

One night I spent the night at Eric's house when his parents were out for
the evening.  We were in our underwear getting ready for bed when Eric
pushed me onto his bed and pulled off my underwear.  He ran out of the room
and I chased after him.  He went into the den, and when I caught up with
him, he threw my underwear across the room.  After he watched me fetch it,
he took it away again as I was trying to put it on.  Again he threw it
across the room and watched me retrieve it.  This kept on for a few times
until he kept a hold on it, and we started wrestling on the ground for it.
He pinned me on my back and straddled my chest (keep in mind he was much
stronger than I was).  He told me he would get off and give me back my
underwear if I would play with his prick.  I pulled down his underwear a
little and started playing with it as usual.  He wasn't happy with how I was
doing it, so he told me how he wanted it done, and for me not to stop.  I
did what he wanted until he came all over my chest and neck.  I was really
suprised - I hadn't expected this to happen.  He got off of me, pulled up
his underwear, and told me we needed to get to bed before his parents got
home.  I cleaned myself off and followed him to bed.  Nothing else happened
that night.

From then on, whenever we played Truth or Dare, it would always end with me
jerking him off until he came.  As soon as he did, he said he had to get
home, and we would leave.  Oddly enough, I didn't mind that I didn't get
off.  I just knew that I enjoyed touching him, and liked it when he came.

This went on for about a week, until he really suprised me one evening and
dared me to get on my knees and suck his cock.  I hesitated for a few
seconds and then got on my knees.  I pulled out his cock and just stared at
it.  I had never been this close to it.  I opened my mouth and slowly put it
on his cock.  I remember the head going past my teeth and onto my tongue,
and how soft it was. I took in as much as I could, and was suprised by how
much was still left.  Eric kept trying to push it in farther, but I kept
gagging, and he finally got the hint.   I didn't know what I was doing, and
it couldn't have been that good a blow job, but it was enough for Eric.  He
came in my mouth and said he was ready to leave.  I didn't like the taste of
his cum in my mouth, and I spit out what I didn't swallow.

After that, the games of Truth or Dare were fewer and far between.  Most
times, we would just head over to the school and Eric would sit down on a
bench and tell me to suck him off.  I didn't mind that he didn't reciprocate
- I was just happy to get his cock in my mouth.

I gave him blow jobs almost every day until one day when he got a
girlfriend.  After that it just ended, and he wasn't interested in talking
about it.  We were still friends, but I guess he didn't have any more use
for me that way.  Every once in a while, when we were alone, and we try to
seduce him by grabbing at his cock or trying to pull his pants down, but it
was no use.  He just wasn't interested.

