I'm 43, and still think about: My first missed bisexual opportunity. He and I were both from deeply religious families, we both met in 7th grade when I was the new kid at the school and became good friends. The following year, he had invited me over to spend the night on a Friday night and work on a science project together. We made some good progress before bed time, both grabbed showers and went to bed after dinner. I remember him having bunk beds and I slept on the top bunk. After we had cut up for a while (and his dad had yelled at us a few times) he got really quiet and said "Do you want to come lay in my bed for a few minutes? I'm kind of cold". It totally flew over my head because I was completely sheltered at this point. I politely declined him. Then he asked me the same thing again and said I could take my shirt off if I got too hot next to him. THAT thought aroused me even though I didn't know why. The thought of just the skin on my upper torso possibly touching his made my cock hard and start throbbing. I said "What if your dad comes in and catches us?" I knew what would happen at my house if we got caught, and my buddy didn't have a lock on the door. He said "He won't, he's asleep"..but I was scared shitless of my dad finding out. It was hard to go to sleep that night. My dick was so hard..I had to go jerk off in the bathroom to get it to go down. Then again, what was a good religious boy supposed to do? I didnt even kiss a girl until I was almost 17...the next morning after breakfast we went back to his bedroom to change out of our pj's, and I remember both of us (or atleast me anyways!) turning away from being g able to see him as I put my clothes on, then sat down to play an old video game. He walked over to me and looked down at the little hand held game, almost directly in front of me, but a little to the side. His cock was ROCK HARD and straining against the waist band of his tighty whites, and I remember it arousing me too. I could see part of his cock bc of the angle he was bent over at, he had to be atleast 8 inches and I could see the head imprinted perfectly on the white fabric. I really wish he would have touched me that day, or been a little more dominant about the sexual tension he had successfully created between us, but what was a scared, sheltered boy to do, especially with no lock on the door. To this day, I wish he would have stood directly in front of me and over me as i sat in that chair and asked me if I would put his cock in my mouth..who knows what would have happened..hell, my heart is pounding just writing this much. Has anyone had an experience like this? Or a missed something different?