11-16-2025, 12:07 PM
I was fifteen and it happened with my best friend Ben.
I was sure I was gay, and it wasn’t all that cool to be gay yet, so I was hiding it like 90% of us were then. I hadn’t told anyone, and hadn’t even let on to anyone that I was anything but totally straight. But boy did I want boys! Bad!
So my best bud Ben was over for the night one night. We’d heard about guys getting raped and argued about it even being possible before. Ben said that any guy who didn’t want what was going on wouldn’t get hard and couldn’t get off and so couldn’t be raped. We didn’t argue about being bunged without permission, we were talking getting erect and being ridden by a chick even though you didn’t want it.
“No dude would be hard if he didn’t want it,” Ben always said.
I agreed he had a point, but I argued that it was still possible for a dude to get hard and get off even though he didn’t want to.
“Even if you don’t want it, if it’s riding your dick, it’s getting hard and it’s getting off,” I argued.
We’d had this argument a few times by now. And I’d dreamed up a fantasy about the argument. You know. And I was so horny, and my folks wouldn’t be home for hours, and the opportunity was there, and we were stoned, so…
“If I started giving you a handy right now, you’re saying you wouldn’t even bone up. Right?”
“Probably not, dude. If you were a decent-looking chick, I’d bone right up. But not some dude.”
“I don’t think so. I think if it’s getting attention, it’s going to bone up. No way otherwise. Simple physiology.”
“Dude, when I see a hot chick at the mall, and it want’s to bone up, or times like that, I can stop it from going full-boned almost every time. And if some dude were jacking me off? No way it would bone up. And it sure won’t with a dude’s hand doing it.”
“How would a dude’s hand be different than a chicks hand? A hand is a hand.”
We were smart dorks enough that his answer was, “A hand is a hand, sure, but knowing who it’s connected to makes the difference.”
“I still say the primitive drive will take over and you’ll bust a nut.”
I’d been working on getting Sam to jack together, and it seemed slow going, so having Ben suddenly seem like a possibility opening was out of nowhere. And I jumped on it.
“Roll a doobie. By the time you got it rolled, I’ll got you boned.”
“Bullshit.”