After spending some time lounging around in the top branches of the tree, my teenage best friend and I were ready to climb back down. It was summer and we were both wearing shorts. I started down the tree before he did. On the lowest branch just before reaching the ground, I happened to look up. My friend was in the middle of a big leg stretch as he climbed down above me. I could see right up his shorts!
That day he unwittingly treated me to two sights I'd never seen before: boxers and the full length of a peer's stretched dick. This was the eighties, so I'd caught glimpses of plenty of guys' balls before. But I had never seen anyone's manhood.. and certainly not my best friend's. (And how I had tried!) Now, without any effort, I was looking right at it!
I had never seen a pink cock before. His was thick, and there was a prominent vein running down the shaft. What a beautiful, unexpected sight! I stopped cold and despite better judgement, just kept staring up at it. Mid-climb, legs splayed, my friend barked down at me to move out of the way. Suddenly, I remembered myself, and jumped to the ground... but not before lingering just a second or two longer to stare up and take in all of that beautiful sight.
Years later after I came out, I told him what I saw that day-- his birthday! He didn't believe me, so I described his big pink cock perfectly. Then I said, "It was your birthday, but I got the best present!" You should have seen the look on his face. He wasn't upset-- was maybe even a bit pleasured at the thought-- but his jaw had definitely dropped to the floor.
Though we live states apart, he and I are still close friends. And since that summer day long ago, I have felt even closer to him; I know him more completely.