My name is Hugo and since I started having sexual fantasies, I've dreamed of fucking my neighbor Omar.

I lived in a 15-story building with 5 floors in each one. There were many kids who played together. In my group, I was one of the older ones and Omar was one of the younger ones, I'm 2 years older than him.

As our bodies started to develop, the guys would get together alone to talk about sex and our changes.

I remember the first porn movie (heterosexual, of course) that we watched together. For me, it wasn't the first time I'd seen one, because I have older brothers and they had them, but for several of my friends, it was their first time.

Before pressing the play button, we all already had our cocks hard.

I put on the movie and got so horny that I took out my cock and started jerking off in front of everyone. I noticed how my friends' timid gazes were fixed on my cock. In 2 minutes, I came, cleaned myself with a handkerchief, and left it outside.

No one said anything.

A few minutes later, my cock was hard again, and I started playing with it. Omar stopped watching TV and focused on what my hands were doing to my cock. I looked at him and said:

"What are you staring at so much?"

"Sorry, I don't want you to get mad, I stare because I play with my dick when it gets hard, but I think I don't do it right, I want to learn. I watch what you do with your cock so I can do it at home."

"Why at home? Cut the crap!!! We're among friends, and we're all guys. Take it out and do what I'm doing. The others can too. Don't be shy, some of you will get hair and grow, you'll also get cum... we've all been through or will go through that."

Omar was the first, and it was clear he had no shame because he undressed completely from the waist down. The others gradually showed off their cocks too.

Those collective jerk-off sessions occupy a privileged place in my memories.

Over time, each of us went our separate ways, made new friends, got into relationships, got jobs...

The only thing I've maintained over the years is the jerk-off sessions I've had thinking about Omar.

The building where I bought my apartment developed huge cracks, and the authorities prohibited us from living there, so I moved back to my parents' house.

A few days later, I ran into Omar in the lobby. He looked as good as he did in my imagination.

We greeted each other affectionately and chatted for a bit. He told me he was living in the building again because he had gotten divorced and it was the only place he could go.

Before saying goodbye, we agreed to grab some beers together.

It seemed like the typical phrase people say when they run into someone they haven't seen in a long time, but have no intention of actually calling.

The next day, after a very complicated day at the office, I went home directly without stopping at t...