There was a neighborhood kid, Jim, who was one grade ahead of me. He had to repeat 6th grade and then we were in the same class for 3 years. We became friends. We would often pee outdoors and went through the usual compare our dicks while we were pissing. One day as we were walking home from school, he asked me to come over to play after I got home and changed out of my school uniform. We went downstairs to his basement and goofed around for a few minutes. Then he asked me if I've ever jerked off. I said no, and he asked me if I wanted to try it. I agreed, and he said he would show me how to do it. He unzipped, dropped his jeans and briefs, and demonstrated how it goes. I was able to generate a clear ooze, but didn't shoot, and it wasn't white. This went on for a few weeks, and then one day he suggested that we jerk each other instead of just doing ourselves. I loved feeling his hand on my boner. He stroked me and it was better than when I did it myself. My cum was now white when I got off. I eagerly returned the favor, and he shot his load with impressive force. It was crazy exciting to feel Jim's dick and to work him until he blew. This became our standard routine, and we jerked each other almost every day after school for years. In 8th grade, we tried to blow each other. We both gagged, and decided that it was easier and more fun just to jerk each other. We went to different high schools and lost touch.
12 years later, my mom needed phone repair. The repairman happened to be my school buddy, Jim, whom my mom always liked. She told him that I lived in Arizona and was coming back to visit that summer. He gave mom his phone # and told me to "look him up". Meanwhile, I had a best friend that I was in love with and was hoping to have sex with. When mom told me that Jim fixed her phone and they were talking, and he left his phone # for me, I was excited to think back to our junior high school adventures.
I phoned Jim a day or so after I arrived back east. We met at a bar to have a beer. I was seriously athletic, and his eyes popped when he saw how fit I was. Jim looked really good. He was still lean and tan, and right away I knew that I'd like to hook up with him. He was married; no kids, so that meant "hands off" to me. I told him that I had a best friend that I really liked and wanted to mess around with. We spoke of "the good ol' days" of being mischevious kids as we drank our second beer. Even though I felt a strong sense of taboo for wanting to hit on him (a married guy), I figured that if he put it out there, he would only need to ask one time. I would have loved to redeem myself for the lousy blow job in 8th grade. L.O.L.! It never happened, though. We hung out, drank a few beers and then called it a night.