Back in junior year of high school when I was super horny 24/7 and not out to anyone, I took a weekend trip with some (straight male) friends to our one friend’s country house. We all got wasted on Popov vodka and, due to space limitations, three of us claimed space in a king-sized bed while everyone else passed out on the floor or on couches. I woke up in the middle of the night between my two friends and, still drunk, decided that it was a great idea to try and do some groping. We were all in boxers and t-shirts. I turned toward one friend - tall, dark, off-the-boat Eastern European - and tried to maneuver my hand through the buttonless fly of his boxers, but as my hand brushed the fabric, he snorted and I freaked out and backed off. Not deterred, I turned toward my other friend - shorter, blond, All-American looking - who was laying on his back, snoring with his mouth open. Slooooowwwly, I slid my hand past his elastic waistband and found myself touching his soft, almost hairless nustack (his cock must have been tucked to the side). I fondled his balls for about thirty seconds, rock hard and leaking the entire time. He never made a sound.
We’re still close, and I have no reason to believe that he knows that this happened. I still can’t believe that I did this and it’s still one of my hottest sexual experiences to date.