joaquimm's blog post - my first homosexual encounter

i'm not exactly sure the year, but i believe it was 1983, putting me around 13 years old. i played ice hockey as a youth and that year we were involved in a kind of exchange tournament where a team from canada came down to play in the US and one of the players from the team would spend the night at one of the US player's house as a sort of exchange student for a couple days. the selection was randomized and i was very shy as an adolescent (still am to a degree beyond the wall of internet anonymity) but i remember getting along well with the player that came to stay with us. i honestly can't remember how we passed the time at my house, but i'll never forget the night i spent at his house in Burlington, Ontario. now, i'll anti-hype it right now before you get too excited - it wasn't like a porn plot or anything, it was mostly innocent. our teams played another game, this time on their home ice, then i went home with him. i remember his house being rather large and his family was clearly much better off than mine. they were very nice, and after a day of hanging out and doing whatever, we went to bed. rather than separate sleeping arrangements like we'd had at my house, he had a larger bed in his bedroom and we were both to sleep in it together. i didn't think much of it and after chatting while laying there with the lights off, i turned away and we said goodnight. then i felt the rhythm. the bed began to shake just slightly. and i could just barely hear him behind me, less than a foot from my back, me in my t-shirt and briefs, him in pajamas. i could hear his hand pumping his cock under the covers, his breath catching, trying to be quiet. but how could he think i wouldn't notice? he must have known i could tell what he was doing, right? was he hoping i would? that i would turn around and 'catch' him at it? i was frozen with indecision. i had never thought of other boys in a sexual way at that point, but i was very fond of masturbating, that was for sure. i loved playing with my dick. but i couldn't muster the balls (ha) to turn around or even say anything. i just laid there, my back to him as he continued to jerk his cock under the blankets, just inches from me. until he finished. "are you awake?" he asked quietly, slightly out of breath. "yeah." "can you hand me a tissue?" i pulled a tissue out of the box on the table on my side of the bed and handed it back to him. i assume he proceeded to clean himself off and throw away the tissue and we both fell asleep. i'm guessing it took me much longer to fall asleep than it did for him.

and that was my first. of course i look back now and really wish i had turned over and watched, maybe reached out to help, joined him for some mutual...who knows where it could have gone. and how different my sex life would have been.