[Note: As you'll see, this is one of the earliest memories I wrote down. There's a fair amount in here that you already know, if you're reading the narratives in order, because I wrote this piece before I realized I was going to be creating an encyclopedia. :) I considered editing it, but after some thought, I decided not to tamper with it much, since it shows how my awareness - and writing style, too - has evolved.]

This incident took place in the fall of my 10th grade year, when I was 15. I played soccer for school that year. (I played youth-league soccer for seven years, from 7 through 13 y/o, but this was the only year I played for my school. The school soccer coach and I had a "difference of opinion" concerning my attitude, which kept me from trying out before or after that year :).

Kenny was my best friend. It would be appropriate in hindsight to call him my boyfriend, although I would have shied away from the term at that point. I was dating girls (or trying), called myself heterosexual, and told myself that Kenny was just a really good friend who didn't mind fooling around when we were so unbearably horny we couldn't stand it, and there weren't any girls around. But when I was honest with myself, I knew the truth: I had the hots for him from the beginning, and he was no substitute for a girl or anyone else. We really were best friends, too; but from the first time we got acquainted, sex was part of our relationship.

Kenny was bigger than me, about 5-foot-11, and weighed more. He was also gifted, or at least equipped, with the biggest penis I have ever seen in person. I am lousy at judging sizes of anything, but I would guess he was around 8 inches long, erect, and his thickness was proportional. Even soft it was impressive. I remember very distinctly the first time I saw it; he was standing next to me at one of the urinals in the boy's bathroom, and I happened to glance at it and nearly choked :).

Kenny and I were acquainted since 8th grade, when he transferred in, but we really didn't get to be friends (nor have any sex play) until 10th grade. I got to know him real well by being on soccer with him. He was a little more shy than I was, but he had a devilish streak in him that appealed to me. Like most of my closest friends, he would never turn down a dare, nor would I - facts that gave us many interesting experiences over that year (sexually and otherwise).

The story: We had a Friday evening soccer match at another school about 2.5 hours away, one way. (Back in the 1970s down South, schools that played varsity soccer were few and far between.) We went, played our game and lost (not a common outcome - I was fortunate to play on mostly-winning teams as a kid), and after a greasy fast-food dinner at the Colonel's, got back on the bus for the long trip home.

Kenny and I were in the back of the bus, sitting in the 3rd-from the last row of seats, on the left side as you face forward. Behind us, in the 2nd-to-last row were these two other guys. These guys were 11th-graders, and therefore they weren't really friends of ours, more like acquaintances, although mostly we all got along fine on the team.

No one was in the last row, behind them. The row of seats across the aisle from us was also empty; in fact, as I recall, we four had the back pretty much to ourselves. This was a regulation-sized school bus, and there were only 14 of us, including coach and our trainer, so there was room; most of the kids were clustered in the middle as a rule on team trips.

Around the second hour of the trip, boredom had set in. It was dark, and if the bus had interior lights, they weren't on. We were all tired and a little sleepy. Not much conversation going on. I think the majority were asleep. The most noise came from our coach and the bus driver, who were up front trading World War II stories as usual.

Kenny and I had been talking about 15 y/o boy stuff, don't remember what, but nothing to do with sex. (We were best friends, not just boyfriends, after all...) After a while the conversation lagged. Kenny had the window seat, so he could look out at the occasional light flickering past. I was just bored.

The two guys behind us were talking at first, too, but then they got quiet. I happened to look back at one point and it looked like they were asleep. Too dark to tell for sure, but they were leaning back stretched out, and weren't moving or anything.

Well, as it always does when I'm bored, my mind eventually turned to thoughts of a sexual nature :). I started fantasizing a little bit. At this point, I was trying to convince myself I was nothing but heterosexual, so I deliberately went into thinking about some girl. But - the bus was quiet; Kenny was next to me; and, as I said, our relationship had the nature of "as long as there are no girls around, you're pretty good" :).

So, the quiet of the bus and my horniness got to me after a bit. I got an idea. Why not jack off on the bus? ... Better yet, why don't I get Kenny to jack off on the bus with me? Naturally, this had to take the form of a dare.

We had an additional element - the two guys behind us. What if they woke up? What if they weren't asleep in the first place? I turned this aspect over in my mind, and it made it riskier - and therefore, more exciting :). My thought was "We're gonna beat off under their very noses, and they'll never know... Cool! And even if they do wake up and/or notice, so what? It's not like everybody else in the world doesn't do it..."

So, I whispered, "Hey Kenny! I dare you to beat off right now, and not wake them up" (indicating the rear-seat boys with my head). I was grinning at him. I knew he wouldn't refuse the dare :).

Kenny just looked at for a moment, and then he grinned. He whispered, "I will if you will." I whispered back, "Deal... but you gotta start." Kenny didn't say another word - he just unzipped his pants. (I loved that guy :)). He fished around for a second and then pulled his dick out. I could barely see it in the dark; it was just a pale oblong shape against the dark color of his pants.

(Aside: This being a military school, we had to wear our uniforms everywhere on school trips. This was a big pain most of the time, since they weren't the most comfortable nor fashionable clothes in existence. But they had one great advantage for times like this: the pants were cut very, very loose.)

(Another aside: Kenny always wore briefs. I usually wore boxers at this point in my life - although on this occasion I was wearing briefs also, as we shall see firsthand in a minute. Only a fool plays soccer wearing boxers - and I see plenty of boys nowadays doing it for some reason, probably related to peer pressure... Anyway, I never figured out how Kenny got his monster cock out of his underwear comfortably. He used that fly thingie. Every time I tried that, it felt like my dick was getting guillotined, and mine's not large... but whatever.)

Well, so Kenny hauled it out and started into the rhythm. He always started jacking off by pulling on his dick, hard. He was right-handed, so his elbow was moving back and thumping my ribs. I was watching him and getting ready to whip out my own dick and join him, but I wanted to get some elbow room for both of us (I'm left-handed). (If we'd been smart and planned for this, we would've been in the right-hand row of seats... :)) I scooted over to the edge of the bus seat, getting ready to unzip.

We didn't realize it, but at least one of the two guys behind us was not asleep after all :).

Right at the moment I moved, a voice came from directly behind me. One word: "Hey!"

We both froze like statues, and looked at each other, wide-eyed. CAUGHT!!

Well, not quite, as it turned out.

As it happened, the guy couldn't quite see because it was so dark. Good thing, because we were both like deer in the headlights. (I assume it was a good thing... you always wonder later, though. Would they have gone ballistic - or joined us?? Hmmm... :))

The guy right behind me had apparently noticed Kenny's rhythmic arm movements, because he said "Kenny! What are you doin'? Looks like you're beatin' off." Kenny said, "Uh, just a cramp..." and he sort of wiggled his elbow. That broke my paralysis, too. I looked at his lap. He was still hanging out, but the effect of this sudden turn of events was to render him limp as a noodle, so his dick just lay there, barely visible. Again fortunate, because a hard-on would've been alot more conspicuous.

As it was, this guy just sort of sat up taller in his seat and looked over the edge at us. I don't think he could even see as far as Kenny's lap, but if he did he apparently didn't notice anything. I guess he did notice Kenny's pants were still pulled up, because he said "Keep your pants on" and snickered. (It could've been just a figure of speech, of course, but something in it seemed literal to me... probably my state of mind, though...) He shoved Kenny's shoulder lightly and then sat back.

I can't say to this day if the other guy was awake or not, but he didn't move or speak. I tend to think he must've been asleep, because I refuse to believe that any 16-17 y/o boy would be so laid-back as to ignore a conversation about masturbation. Assuming he's not religiously hung up about it, that is.

I figured it was over for the evening. Kenny silently got himself zipped back up, and everything got quiet again. After about 10 more minutes, I started feeling sleepy myself. I laid my head back on the metal railing and started to drift...

But I was brought back to reality when Kenny whispered to me: "Hey! Danny!"

I said "Huh?" (Young Danny was not at his most articulate upon awakening :)). Kenny whispered, "That got me excited... ya know?"

It took me a second to register; and even then, I thought he meant non-sexually, like his heart had been racing. So I said "Yeah, that scared me a little too." He said "No, man... I mean 'excited!!'"

That time, I got it :).

Being the naughty-minded kid I was, I immediately leaned over and looked closely at his lap. It was pitch-dark and I couldn't see anything. But Kenny was capable of surprises, and he pulled one now - he grabbed my hand and pressed it down onto his crotch. He was stiff again. Really stiff.

Well, that got ME excited. I wasn't as shy as Kenny (and he wasn't especially shy to begin with). So I grabbed HIS hand and pulled it down onto MY erection. A pair of very randy 15 year-old boys, we were at that point :).

Why? I didn't think about it at the time; but in hindsight, it was the excitement of almost getting caught - and the fear that we could get caught again. We both got swept up in the aphrodisiac effect of that fear.

We started feeling each other up. The fear-excitement, combined with the physical stimulation, got me going very quickly. I could tell Kenny was into it as well; his breathing was getting a little ragged.

We both realized, I think, that just jacking off side-by-side wasn't going to do the trick this time. We were into something intense. We were in that groove that happens sometimes with close friends - no need to speak in specifics; a word or two, and you understand.

I said, "You want me to do it to you?" He said "Uh-huh." (All of this is in whispers, and we were paranoid and glancing over our shoulders the whole time.) He unzipped his pants and got his cock out. It was as huge as ever. He just held it at an angle, pointing straight up, and looked over at me.

I wasn't completely sure at that moment whether we were going to jack each other off, or go for the real thing. But fear is an aphrodisiac. I took one last glance behind us (no sign of movement), then bent over, slid my butt out to the edge of the seat, and opened my mouth and went down on him.

I don't need to describe what a blowjob is like, do I? ... Oh, I do? Well, okay... :)

This was far from my first Kenny BJ (and far from my last, for that matter...) But Kenny was just plain HUGE. I never got used to that. I could never get more than about half of his dick in my mouth, and that was under ideal conditions, the right positions, and all that. This was not an optimum setting. So I got my mouth on him maybe one-third of the way down, and that was it.

I started sucking his cock. I won't claim I possessed any great technical skill at sucking a boy's dick, big or small. My technique consisted of sucking, rubbing my tongue on the underneath side, and moving my head and lips back and forth, along with stroking the part I couldn't suck. Not a fancy repertoire. I tried to make up for it with enthusiasm, and was very successful as a rule, I think :).

So I sucked his dick, and my heart was pounding and my head was buzzing, and I had this red haze swimming across my eyes (which I have always kept open during sex, for some reason...), and any second I expected to hear the guy behind me say "What the fuck are you guys doing?!?" Or to feel him grab my head, or something. The sheer excitement of the moment had me damn near coming in my underwear with no stimulation. (Something that's never happened to me, to this day... but that was as close as it gets. The fear of getting caught is a terrific turn-on, you know?? :))

This was, as you might expect, not a particularly delayed climax. He came in about 30 seconds. All the usual buildup signs came thick and fast - swelling, liquid at the tip, throbbing. And then he let go.

At this point, an interesting logistical dilemma became evident. I didn't much like to swallow. (What can I say? I like the taste of Coca-Cola better... :)) The only other choice in such cases is, of course, to spit. Problem: Kenny's gym bag was on the floor under his feet, and my gym bag was under my feet. And the aisle seemed a little... well, public. The window was closed. What to do?

Well, I said I didn't much like to swallow - not that I never swallowed :). Fortunately, Kenny's output in this case wasn't especially difficult to handle, in either quantity or quality.

Still no sign of wakefulness from behind us. (Luckily, Kenny was the silent- orgasm type.)

Kenny and I were a good match in alot of ways, and one of them was that we each liked giving and receiving. As soon as I straightened back up and finished swallowing, I grabbed my zipper and pulled it down. Problem: I was wearing briefs. And unlike Kenny, getting my dick out through the fly made my dick feel constricted, to the point that it ruined my enjoyment and therefore my boner. Nothing to do but pull my pants and underwear down. So, I did - down to mid-thigh.

Kenny had a harder time than I did getting his posture right, since he was next to the window. But I turned and he twisted, and we managed. His technique was about like mine - just do what comes naturally. He sucked hard and ran his tongue up and down most of the length (one advantage to having a small penis: almost-full-length fit... :))

Two other factors here: I was (am) really slow in coming. And I make noises. Neither of these made a discreet blowjob especially practical. But we lucked out, I guess. I came in around 3 minutes, I think - quick for me, but hey, it was exciting! :) I managed to suppress all but a few muffled groans. It wasn't easy.

Our previous dilemma, wasn't a dilemma this time. Kenny liked to swallow :). So my evidence disappeared as quickly as his did.

I never know how to tell the ending of these little episodes. I mean, they nearly all just... ended. You know? I got my pants and underwear pulled back up (Kenny had already got himself straightened out at some point when I was too hazed to notice.) We sat up, and of course looked behind us yet again. And of course, the two guys were still as immovable as statues.

I still wonder if they were really asleep. I think so. But then again, if one or both were watching, would they have made it obvious?

The rest of the trip on my part was spent in post-orgasmic sleep or near- sleep. I woke up when we got back into town, with a crick in my neck from leaning on Kenny's shoulder and that hard metal rail. Got off the bus - usual boy stuff like poking and shoving and high-fives (only back then they were always low-fives, with palms horizontal) - got into the vehicles of our waiting parents or family members - and it was over. Gone but not forgotten :).

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Giving and/or getting a BJ on a school bus, with horribly uncomfortable seats, and with your body twisted sideways too, isn't by itself a special experience. But the fear/excitement factor made it pretty phenomenal. I would characterize this as one of the better orgasms I have had in my life :).