Now lets see. I was in grade 7 with my new best friend. Having been friends with girls mostly my whole life up till this point I didn't really know how much fun a guy friend could be.
One summer, the summer before we got into high school in fact. Myself a tall 5"11 dark haired, green eyed, boy of 12 and my best friend, 5"8 blond, gray eyed, boy of 11 decided to go camping. Since we were such a young age going alone wasn't an option. We ended up opting for my friends back yard. He had a huge back yard and it would go on for a long time into forested area. We got permission and started up camp there.
So there we were, two young boys, in our night slacks and shirts, sleeping bags, pillows, on either side of the tent. A table between up with a battery powered light. We talked for hours into the night. Decided to turn out the lights and go to sleep. So I laid there for a long time, not daring to ask if he was sleeping. Then finally his voice popped up. "You asleep" he asked. I nodded and realizing he couldn't see me in the darkness I replied "yeah".
We talked for a while longer and I piped up randomly. "How bout we play truth and dare?", a silent pause and he agreed. He told me to go first and he chose Dare. I paused to think about it and asked him to change into his birthday suite. I had heard the term before and he said he slept in his all the time. I was expecting for him to say that he didn't bring his and to choose another dare but he didn't. All I heard was moving around and a couple of grunts. Then he asked me. I chose dare.
He decided to copy me and told me to do the same.
When I told him I didn't bring mine he laughed at my lack of knowledge on birthday suite and told me to take off all my clothes, including my underwear. I was in shock. Having come to the realization that I'd just dared my best friend to take off all his clothes and that he was naked only a few feet away from me. I dared not do the dare so I stripped my clothes off.
I dared him to turn on the light, he dared me to take away my pillow, I dared him to do the same.
He dared me to take off my sheets, I dared him to do it also.
We were naked. It was dim in the tent and the table was blocking my view of him.
He dared me to face and look at him, I dared him to do it also. And there were where, looking at each other. Not able to see each others nakedness in full due to the small table. He dared me to take my socks off. I dared him to turn off the light. He did so.
Now up to then it was more or less a harmless daring game, a bit of curious nudity but I didn't see anything, so it was OK.
He dared me to put on my covers so he could also. I agreed. I told him it was a half ass dare due to him just wanting covers. I chose dare again and he paused for a long time. His breathing getting a little sharp and then he finally said. “I dare you to get under my covers”. I became silent. I was scared to. We both were naked but I couldn't see him and that seemed OK.
So I got up in my full naked-ness, walked over to his side and laid down on his sleeping bage and looked up into blackness. It was cold and I was freezing. Our shoulders were touching and I could feel the rapid breathing on his part. My heart was beating hard. I had a thought to quite the game and go back to my own bag but then I asked. “True or dare” he chose dare of course. I didn't dare but I did. I dared him to face me and he dared me to also.
Two best friends. Naked, facing each other in the tent bought by his father in his back yard. His breathing hot against mine. We were really close, our noses almost touched. I was looking into his eyes thought I could barely see them at all, but I knew he was looking right back at me. I heard him shuffle and then then give a little under breath whine, as I felt something poke into my lower thigh. I realized just then that he was hard, very hard. He was hard against my thigh. I became hard and grew against his lower stomach. He gave a little whimper and leaned in. I froze as I felt his hot lips close on my soft ones. I was stunned. I couldn't move. My best friend. My male best friend was kissing me. I was kissing back. He was moving down his hand to my dick, touching it. Pulling at it. I gasped, he frenched me and bit my lip, I became lustful.
At such a young age I can't fathom being lustful. but I wanted him. That kiss, that touch, that bite sent me to an extreme hardness. We were both virgins and didn't know how to have sex. How to fuck. So we just touched and massaged and kissed lustfully, crazily. He asked me if I wanted more. I gasped a yes, but didn't quite know what he meant. He moved down the blankets and began to suck my swollen penis off. I gasped and moaned. It was heaven. I had kissed a girl before. Played with her, had her play with me and do what he was doing but I had never felt anything like it. It was amazing. He was sloppy and drooling everywhere with the occasional gaging but it was hot and I massaged his head, and moaned into my pillow over my face.
He stopped hesitantly and kept going, I freaked out and shot into his mouth without warning. He gaged again as he lifted up. He came to me and kissed me. I tasted him, and myself. He wanted me. I gave him my first ever blow, he gasped and moaned and shot and I drank a little and kissed and made out with him. It was extacy.
In the morning we awoke, kicked off all the blankets, stark nude. Myself laying on my back and him on top of me slightly. Our breathing as one and at peace.