The party had gotten boring as parties often do when it gets too terribly late.

I had already decided after a long night of running and dancing to retire to one of the upstairs bedrooms. It was not the party most of you would think of. Since I was mere 15 there was of course no drugs or alcohol. And it was parent monitored. But I still had about as much of a good time as one could have there and decided it was well beyond time for bed. Now this wasn't my house and I didn't really care who's it was. I had already told the parentals that i would be staying the night and they seemed ok with that.

Just as i was preparing to to sleep the door knocked and open and entered Paul. He jumped back as he saw me. "Oh sorry, is this room taken?", Paul Said. "No, it's cool. It's a big room.

You can take the bed. I amalready on the floor anyway.

" I responded. Paul, also 15, was a friend of mine that i had known for abouta year. He smiled gingerly and meandered over to the bed. Sleep however did not come to the two off us. Instead we stayed up joking and laughing about the events of the night. Soon we were both up and running around again like maniacs. As two guy friends often do we were acting gay to freak the other out and to gain a cheap laugh.

Paul was running around being stupid in his boxers. He always slept in as bare of clothing as possible which made me wonder if he slept naked at home.

I slept in everythign but my shoes.

I am just more comfortable that way. Well, on one of his gay acts, Paul ran toward me and stopped abrubtly.

I put my hands up an told him to back off. I felt something strange and I looked up. Unintentionally, Paul's manhood had slipped out throught the crevice in the front of his boxers and had fallen against my outstreched hand. We froze. No movements at all. Then as if powered by a pump, his manhood become quickly errect. He looked terrible embarrassed but did not move, nor did I. I had always felt an urge toward men but to that point they were only fantasies. I saw my chance, and partly out of exhaustion I was willing to talk it. I took hold of his manhood and looked up at him to see if you objected. Paul took a step forward and did not back away. So I placed the object of my desire in my mouth and did the best I could with it.

Paul begin to breath in pleasure and that was the only sound for ten minutes.

Now I suppose out of lack of experience I wasn't the best at oral sex. But I never made him ejaculate. A knock on the door interupted us, Paul jumped into bed under the covers and i just turned around.

Just in time to see one of the parents walk in and ask who was all here. We gave are names and she left.

Then, without a word we went to sleep. Me and Pual never spoke again of what happened. I year later he moved away. Since then I have had only a couple of same sex encounters. But none compared to that.