There were a few early flirts and stolen glances, but the first boy I really played with was when I was 15, and he was 13. He was another guy in school, and he had dark hair and freckles and blue eyes. He was a cute boy, I felt attracted to him even before I knew what that could feel like with another boy. It was a confusing feeling for me, so I just sort of ignored it. But I liked teasing him, and he seemed to like the attention, so we would spar sometimes, as boys will do. We became sort-of friends.

One night after lights out he came over and sat on my bed, which was not uncommon in the dormitories. That night we whispered while the other boys in the room fell asleep. When he got cold he climbed under the covers, to stay warm. We were whispering, our faces were close to one another. I could smell his minty breath, he had just brushed his teeth.

I turned towards him, my left leg over his and my knee on the bed between his thighs. My elbow propping up my head, our faces close together as we spoke softly.

With our faces so close it was easy to make a 'mistake' in the dark - I nuzzled his face, with mine, "on accident". When he didn't pull away or object to that, I did it again a few seconds later. I don't know how I was so bold, this was all so new to me. The skin on his face was smooth, with those little delicate hairs some boys have. I did it again, I nuzzled his face.

This time when I leaned into him, I touched his lips with mine, not puckered just brushing them. Again, he didn't pull away - in just a small amount, he brushed back against my face. I felt a knot in my stomach when I realized what he had done.

So I leaned in again, and brushed his face with mine, but this time I kissed him. A soft, delicate kiss on the side of the mouth, that lasted for only a few seconds but felt like hours. My hand touched his belly, gently rubbing and slipping under the hem of his t-shirt, to rest on the skin on his stomach.

I took a second to pull away and smile at him in the faint light in the room, but left my hand on his stomach, feeling his skin. And then I slowly leaned in, I nuzzled him, and kissed him again - this time on the lips. Gently. Softly, almost-imperceptibly puckering my lips. And I stayed there. After a few seconds I teased his lips open with the tip of my tongue, and slid my tongue slowly between his lips and under his teeth.

As we kissed, I rolled over a little more, and gently pressed my erection into his thigh and hip. Slowly I increased the pressure so he could be sure of what he was feeling. I caressed his belly with my hand. Our tongues softly played, and we licked each other's lips, and I rubbed my erection on his body.

I was enjoying kissing him, and he kissed me back, licking each other's tongue. I moved my hand down and slipped my fingers under the elastic of his underwear. He was smooth, with only a light dusting of pubic hair. His penis was the size of my thumb, uncircumcised, with half an inch of empty skin bunched up over the crown.

I had never touched an uncircumcised penis before, and what I felt fascinated me. I pulled my face away from his, and squinted into the half-light to see it - very pale, and growing under the stimulation of my fingers. I pulled back the skin and saw the helmet of his penis. His dick was getting hard as I stroked him, I was feeling the texture of his skin and poking the tip of his penis into the palm of my hand as I caressed his petite shaft and balls.

And then as I turned to kiss him again he kind of squirmed away - not angrily, but more overwhelmed with what was happening. He squeezed my hand and whispered that he was going to go to sleep. So he slipped from under my sheets, his underwear tented in the front, and he went back to his bed.