My friend hurt his arm so I go over to visit and cheer him up. I talk to his parents before I go to his room where I climb up on his bed and sit close beside him. I've never touched him before, and I feel nervous as I pull the blanket to the side. I curiously ask about his legs, and what's between them. I ask if I can touch it. He nods yes, and I go to touch it, but I pull back my hand because I feel so shy! I push past it and try again, and again I can't do it! I muster my courage and I touch him. It feels harder than I expect. I move my hand around, and then I'm overcome with the urge to touch myself. I'm very curious about all of this, and about all these new things we're doing. I keep stroking him faster because he really seems like he likes it, and before I know it there's white stuff running out of him and all down my hand! I ask what it is. I pick some up and smell it, and then I taste it. I hear his parents and I quickly get up and cover him with a blanket before I run out the door! I hope we don't get caught!