My Sleepover With Andrew

My name is James and I’m a 16 year-old boy who has very little experience sexually, all with one girl. I got a hand job from a girl at a school dance once, but that’s a story I’ll have to tell at another time. This story is about my first experience with a boy—who happened to be my best friend, Andrew, who was my same age.

Let me tell you about Andrew: He doesn’t really play sports, but he keeps himself in shape. He’s just under six feet tall and fairly lean, but he has some muscle definition. He has curly blonde hair and deep blue eyes. His skin is pretty fair, but in the summer he gets a decent tan.

As for me, I’m right at six feet tall and fairly lean. Occasionally I work out with Andrew, but not enough to see real muscle power. I have straight brown hair with brown eyes and very fair skin.

Anyways, one evening I was hanging over at Andrew’s house. His parents were traveling with his younger sister and he was left alone. He had called me up I went over to his house to watch a movie and just chill. I showed up at his house and knocked on the door. He opened the door, wearing athletic shorts and a solid grey tee. He welcomed me into his living room where we plopped down on the couch and watched some new release. The movie was decent, but afterwards we went upstairs to his room to hang out.

“Did you want to spend the night?” Andrew asked as he took a seat on his bed.

“Sure, but I didn’t bring any clothes to sleep in or for tomorrow.” I replied as I sat down in his gaming chair.

“You can borrow something from to wear tomorrow and I always sleep in my boxer briefs, so it wouldn’t be weird for you to sleep in your underwear.” He responded.

“Okay, sounds like a plan. Just don’t make fun my underwear, I didn’t think you’d be seeing them.” I said, a little embarrassed.

I’m not sure if I just imagined it, but in the corner of my eye I thought I saw a bit of a bulge in his shorts appear when I started talking about my choice of underwear.