Like nigh high school nipper, there were a bunch of us that hung out alot. We 'd joke around, open each early a knockout meter, razz each former, normal kid stuff. And like nigh groups of youngster that age, some of us had automobile, and some of us had to take up our parents'from time to time ...

It was the weekend, and we had decided to go to a popular hangout, a lake about an hours drive away, that had lantern slide and platforms to jump from, probably honorable described as the 80s equivalent of a water supply ballpark. By today 's standards it was n't much, but there were normally a lot of people there on summer weekends ( and lots of girl for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to head home after a long day horsing around, we headed out, and it became brighten pretty speedy that we were all tired. I started to nod off, but felt bad for our driver, dog. I asked, he assured me that he was right for the drive base, and to go ahead and slumber. I leaned back and settled in for the drive.

I do n't know how yearn I had been out for, but when I awoke I noticed that Ken, my backseat companion, had also fallen asleep, and in doing so had leaned over on his side and was using the armrest in the middle of the backseat as a pillow. He was out. I leaned back against the door, sort of half sitting, one-half laying, diagonally across my incline of the seat. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The future time I stirred and awoke, I felt something resting on my trunk. I glanced down, and saw that it was Ken 's arm. While his helping hand came to pillow across me on my hip, his wrist was resting directly on my dick. And being the young and sexually inexperienced guy that I was ( that we all were at that dot ), that was all it took, and with just that little bit of pressure I could palpate myself starting to get grueling ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be at peace. I did n't move, tried my best to appear to preserve to catch some Z's, and tried to will my tool back down. It was n't working. After a day of gawking at all of the trunk on the beach, just a slight press was apparently all it took to get me going, and I could feel myself stiffening as I lay there.

Afraid of being found out and worried that my champion would tease me for being gay ( not a cool matter back in those days ) I tried to correct and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No well. At the same time, I noticed something else ... there was something within me that thoroughly enjoyed having something else - somebody else - touching my pecker. While I did n't require to be discovered, I also did n't desire it to end ...

I really had mixed opinion inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. Sure enough, Ken, in his slumber, withdrew his arm. Not completely, but at to the lowest degree it was n't resting on my now fully-hard pecker anymore. I asked Frank if he was still unspoilt to drive, to which he said he was. I adjusted, grabbed my towel and covered myself up, not so much to last out warm as to hide my hardon from showing through my swim bole. I slid back down into my previous location to try to nod back off. It was then that I began to suspect that Ken might not let been as at rest as I had previously suspected ...

As I slid back down to get comfortable and go back to slumber, Ken 's arm simultaneously slid back over to its previous position, with his wrist joint once again wresting directly on my pecker. And being fully hard, every bump we hit stimulated me as I could sense him on me. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep, so I faked it. I lay there, my mind racing as I argued within myself over the inappropriateness of it against the raw pleasure I was enjoying ...

After just a few minutes I noticed that sometimes as we hit a bump Ken 's arm would sometimes almost seem to rub my hard pecker. Through barely open eyes, so as to come along asleep, I looked down to assess the spot ... when I did, I saw Ken glance up ever so slightly, seeing if I was awake. A-ha ! He was awake, and knew what he was doing ! There was no fault about it. I was pretty sure he did n't fuck I was awake, so I continued to fake sleep.

We continued that way for a number of miles, bumping along the road, me rock unvoiced, enjoying the sensations I was receiving. Then I felt it unmistakably ... he was pushing backbreaking than he had previously ... so I looked down, and as I did, saw him looking up back at me ... the jig was up. He also knew that I was awake ...

What he did next took me totally by surprisal ... he 'adjusted'in his sleep ( at least it would appear that way to anyone looking on ) and in doing so, pulled his arm back just a few column inch ... and under the towel, he straight on grabbed my dick. He squeezed it ever so slightly. It felt like electrical energy was coursing through my body ...

This was something totally new to me. Sure, as guys we 'd give each former a hard metre, occasionally take a crap jokes about lowlife being gay or something like that, but never were grievous about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... holy crap. This was ill-timed, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to slumber, but his hand gently began to explore my inflexible tool through my shorts ... I was in both heaven and Scheol at the same clip. I did n't know what to think, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't need it to give up. Now it was my act ...

I 'adjusted'in my sleep, and turned my hips more toward Ken, to consecrate him a little better memory access, and to also let him know that I was enjoying what he was doing. He realized what I was doing, and if what he did before surprised me, I was about to be totally shocked ...

He once more 'adjusted'in his nap, and under the covert of the towel, with his hand that was 'under'him, found the leg curtain raising of my bathing costume. He pulled it up and away and slid his helping hand inside my case to grab my pecker. When he felt the meshwork in my suit, I could feel him fishing to get inside, which he quickly did, and grabbed my shaft. Let me just say this ... if it felt ilk electricity before, this felt like nuclear power or something ...

Through barely open optic I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the front seat had the flimsy idea of what was going on with Ken and I. Between knowing that they were clueless, and the horniness that I could palpate quickly building inside me, I became slightly bolder. I could palpate Ken slowly exploring my prick with his deal, and in regaining I rolled my hips, gently and slowly thrusting into his script ... I had given myself over to the position, totaly abandoned to any feelings of guiltiness or wrongness, purely enjoying the lecherousness of the situation, wanting for more ...

It was at this point that apparently Ken though it would be fun to ratchet it up a notch, and force the envelope.

He pulled his bridge player from my shorts, which naturally made me look to see what was going on. He was looking up at me, making sure that I saw what he was doing. He quietly pulled his hand from beneath the towel, slyly looked up at me with a grin, and licked his thumb but adept ... He stuck his paw immediately back into my shorts, firmly grabbing my still firmly motherfucker ... but this time, he ran his spit-slicked thumb on the tail of my cockhead, right where it meets the shaft ... Wow. I had never experienced anything like this ... and it became manifest to me that this was n't something that I could continue very long ... the adept, the powerful buildup inside me, it felt like it was coming from the core of my being ....

Sure, at that point in my life, I had played with myself probably one C of times. But this was unlike. This was individual else doing it to me. And it was my buddy Ken, who I 'd known for days, and never talked about anything like this ... and it just felt like I was going to explode ...

I reached over and grabbed his hired hand through my swimsuit, squeezing it to signal that he should bar. He did, looking up at me. I shook my head, ever so slightly, indicating no. I felt him overstretch his mitt, indicating that he would retreat. I let his hand go.

What I did n't notice was that his other hand stayed exactly where it was, holding open the leg of my suit of clothes ...

He withdrew his hand, but this time, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his entirely palm, slathering on as much spit as he could, and reached up again into my shorts, but this metre with both hands ... with his 'dry'helping hand he grabbed my shaft firmly, and with his other, gently grabbed my head, allowing it to slither around in his medallion ... Within me I could feel that tension ... wanting him to continue, but not ... and now I could feel that familiar twinge, knowing it would n't be long until I could no longer aim it ...

I once again grabbed his hired hand, urging him to intercept. He pulled his hand out once Sir Thomas More, licked it secure, and again slid it back in my short circuit exactly where it had been, and continued sliding his hand over my dick, urging me on ... it had become a game. Both of us knew that if he did this much longer, I 'd lose ascendancy and shoot my onus. So I 'd stop him, he 'd pause for just a consequence, and then go forward to give me this slow and tricky handjob beneath the towel, licking his decoration again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard frankfurter, and my heart stopped thinking that maybe we 'd been discovered. All was skilful, and he announced that we were approaching my star sign, that I 'd probably require to get up and gather my stuff.

Ken and I separated and sat up. We had n't been discovered. As I got out of the car I made sure to hold my towel low to hide the tent in my suit. I was trying to retrieve of something to say, reaching for a reason that Ken should get out ... but as I thought, everyone said bye, and just like that, they all pulled away. Now I knew exactly what was meant by the condition blue-balls.

I went in the house, and to my joy discovered that my parents had gone out. It was, after all, a Sat eventide. I raced up the stairs and into the shower bath, still hard from the bodily process of the good afternoon. I could n't waitress to release all the tension that I was feeling ...

I soaped up, grabbed my puppet, and started tugging, allowing my mind to go back to the car ride ...

It took almost no fourth dimension and I felt that conversant tactual sensation, my dick throbbing as it readied for liftoff ... as I exploded into my palm I fantasized that it was Ken rubbing my pecker, still in that backseat ... I could feel jet after jet, shooting harder and farther than ever before, fueled by the verboten view of doing this with my sidekick ...

I knew at that level that something was going to encounter between us. I did n't know when, and I did n't have it away how, but I knew I was going to make it happen.

And as fortune would have it, I would n't have to look long ....

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