That One Day… (1)

You know how some people say your first experiences should be memorable? To say mine was memorable is questionable. I was in the seventh grade on one of the soccer teams at my middle school. At the time, I was about 5’5-5’6, 110 lbs, which was about average for my team considering there were guys on the team from my grade plus the 6th and 8th grades. I had one girlfriend previously but the furthest we ever got was a little tongue here and there. Practice went pretty well except for the fact that I was 15 minutes late so I had to do 15 extra full field shuttle runs. Now that was tiring. As I was entering the locker room all the guys were already leaving. “Man, I must be real late!” I thought to myself. So I hurried in, undressed quickly, threw my towel over my shoulder, and ran to the showers.
Even though I was going in quickly, something so shocking made me stop in my tracks when I got to the showers. My friend and teammate Taylor (my grade) was sitting on one of the wooden benches you could put your stuff on, leaning back, eyes closed, as another one of my teammates, Chad (who was a 6th grader), gave him a blowjob from his knees.
I felt myself get hard and unconciously start jacking off. I slowly moved my hand up and down along my 5 1/2 inch shaft. I watched in awe as Chad’s head moved up and down along Taylor’s relatively small cock as Taylor’s hips moved in tempo. I masturbated at the same tempo, even increasing in speed as they did. Taylor moaned in pleasure and I mistakenly also did so. When I did, Taylor and Chad jumped up to their feet and looked at me.
There was silence for several moments as we just stood there.