I have a lot of sleepover stories...but this is the first one.
I was 14 and went to prep school, but I came home every summer. This particular summer, I stayed over at my old best friends house. We lived across the street from each other, and had been friends since we were 9. We did everything together before I went off to school and stayed at each other's houses all the time. Anyway, it was really late, and we were watching tv on the sofa. For some reason, my friend got the idea he wanted to be on the other side of me, so he clumsily moved to my other side by grabbing my leg, my arm, my dick through my shorts and going "excuse me, pardon me, excuse me"... He got to my other side, and then started back again, grabbing my leg, my dick. Of course, my dick got hard, and he kept grabbing at it...calling me boner boy, etc. He went back and forth several times, each time grabbing a bigger handful of my dick. It felt awesome to have a guy grab my hard-on like that...was the first time something like this had ever happened.
For whatever reason, he stopped, and we decided to go to bed. His dad had an office with a sofa and another TV, so we went in there...secluded from the rest of the house (he had two brothers and a sister). He went to sleep with his shirt off, and his jeans unbuttoned on the sofa, me on the floor. I woke up in the middle of the night, and slowly krept up to him. He was breathing very heavy, and had a reputation for sleeping heavy (his mom and sister used to pluck his eyebrows when he was alseep!)...so I put my hand on his crotch. No reaction, so I slid my hand down his jeans. No reaction, so I slid my hand down his underwear and found his dick. Still no reaction. I carefully unzipped his jeans a little more, and by this time he had wood. I pulled his dick out and put it in my mouth for a few strokes, but quickly chickened out and got back on the floor and went back to sleep.
The next morning, it was light out, and I was super horned up. I tried to do the same thing, but he woke up and told me to get the hell off! I was so freaked and ashamed for what I had done, I slunk home and we never spoke again. To this day, I havent spoken a word to him. It was 10 years before I ever tried anything with a guy after that night. Sad story.
One more quickie...I was the same age, at prep school (probably a few months before the previous story occured), and was staying at my best friends house for an off campus weekend. He was/is awesome, and I have lots of stories (and have told a few on here already). He had two brothers, so his idea of modesty was a bit different than mine. One morning, I woke up early and couldnt get back to sleep, so I made enough noise that he woke up too. It was way too early for him, but he got up anyway, half dazed. He wore oversized briefs (I guess his mom figured he would grow into them), which meant they were very loose. When he sat up, his hard-on flopped right through the leg of his briefs and stood in full sight. I wasnt used to such displays, and my eyes must have bugged out looking at it. He didnt make any effort to cover up until he noticed me staring (and probaly drooling too), and he matter-of-factly pulled his briefs back over it the best he could and went on with whatever conversation we were having. I was so enamoured by his reaction to showing wood...he just didnt care.
Ok, enough stories...for now.