Like about highschool school kids, there were a cluster of us that hung out alot. We'd antic around, give each early a hard fourth dimension, fluff each other, normal kid stuff. And like nearly radical of kids that age, some of us had cars, and some of us had to take up our parents'from metre 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 slides and platforms to jump out from, probably best described as the 80s equivalent of a water common. By today's standards it wasn't much, but there were normally a lot of people there on summer weekends ( and lots of daughter for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to head home after a foresightful day horsing around, we headed out, and it became clear pretty quick that we were all tired. I started to nod off, but felt bad for our driver, Frank. I asked, he assured me that he was practiced for the drive home, and to go ahead and catch some Z's. I leaned back and settled in for the drive.

I don't know how long 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 center of the backseat as a pillow. He was out. I leaned back against the door, sort of half sitting, half laying, diagonally across my slope of the seat. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The succeeding 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 script came to rest across me on my hip, his wrist was resting directly on my dick. And being the Danton True Young and sexually inexperienced guy that I was ( that we all were at that head ), that was all it took, and with just that minuscule bit of pressure I could feel myself starting to get hard... I looked, and Ken appeared to be benumbed. I didn't move, tried my unspoiled to come along to continue to sleep, and tried to will my gumshoe back down. It wasn't working. After a day of gawking at all of the eubstance on the beach, just a little pressure was apparently all it took to get me going, and I could experience myself stiffening as I lay there.

Afraid of being found out and worried that my friends would razz me for being gay ( not a cool matter back in those Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ) I tried to adjust and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No skilful. At the same sentence, I noticed something else... there was something within me that thoroughly enjoyed having something else - soul else - touching my bill. While I didn't want to be discovered, I also didn't want it to end...

I really had amalgamate feelings inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I'awoke & # 039 ;, and sat up somewhat. Sure enough, Ken, in his nap, withdrew his arm. Not completely, but at least it wasn't resting on my now fully-hard pecker anymore. I asked Frank if he was still good 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 blot out my hardon from showing through my swim torso. I slid back down into my late position to try to nod back off. It was then that I began to suspect that Ken might not have been as deceased as I had previously suspected...

As I slid back down to get prosperous and go back to sleep, Ken's arm simultaneously slid back over to its previous stance, with his wrist once again wresting directly on my dick. And being fully hard, every bump we hit stimulated me as I could feel him on me. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep, so I faked it. I lay there, my creative thinker racing as I argued within myself over the incorrectness 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 dick. Through barely subject eyes, so as to appear asleep, I looked down to tax the post... 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 mistake about it. I was pretty trusted he didn't know I was awake, so I continued to falsify sleep.

We continued that way for a number of miles, bumping along the road, me rock severe, enjoying the virtuoso I was receiving. Then I felt it unmistakably... he was pushing hard 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 future took me totally by surprise... he'adjusted'in his sleep ( at to the lowest degree 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 grab my tool. He squeezed it ever so slightly. It felt like electricity was coursing through my consistency...

This was something totally new to me. for certain, as guys we'd give each early a concentrated time, occasionally cause jokes about so-and-so being gay or something like that, but never were serious about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this... holy dogshit. This was improper, but so fun...

Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his hand gently began to research my rigid tool through my drawers... I was in both promised land and hell at the Lapplander time. I didn't know what to think, but I knew I was enjoying it, and didn't want it to stop. Now it was my turn...

I'adjusted'in my sleep, and turned my coxa more toward Ken, to generate him a lilliputian bettor 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 traumatize...

He once more'adjusted'in his sleep, and under the cover charge of the towel, with his hired man that was'under'him, found the leg opening of my swimsuit. He pulled it up and away and slid his hand inside my courtship to grab my dick. When he felt the network in my suit of clothes, I could feel him fishing to get inside, which he quickly did, and grabbed my jibe. Let me just say this... if it felt like electricity before, this felt like atomic power or something...

Through barely receptive eyes I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the front buns had the slightest idea of what was going on with Ken and I. Between knowing that they were clueless, and the horniness that I could feel quickly building inside me, I became slightly bolder. I could finger Ken slowly exploring my shaft with his handwriting, and in return I rolled my hip joint, gently and slowly thrusting into his hand... I had given myself over to the situation, totaly abandoned to any feelings of guilt or wrongness, purely enjoying the lust of the state of affairs, wanting for Thomas More...

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

He pulled his hand from my shorts, which naturally made me look to see what was going on. He was looking up at me, making certainly that I saw what he was doing. He quietly pulled his hand from beneath the towel, slyly looked up at me with a grinning, and licked his ovolo but honest... He stuck his hand immediately back into my short circuit, firmly grabbing my still operose prick... but this clock time, he ran his spit-slicked thumb on the bottom of my cockhead, right where it meets the dig... Wow. I had never experienced anything like this... and it became ostensible to me that this wasn't something that I could continue very long... the sensations, the herculean buildup inside me, it felt like it was coming from the nitty-gritty of my being....

Sure, at that point in my lifetime, I had played with myself probably hundred of times. But this was unlike. This was soul else doing it to me. And it was my crony Ken, who I'd known for years, and never talked about anything like this... and it just felt like I was going to explode...

I reached over and grabbed his hand through my swimsuit, squeezing it to signal that he should contain. He did, looking up at me. I shook my forefront, ever so slightly, indicating no. I felt him pull his bridge player, indicating that he would withdraw. I let his hired hand go.

What I didn't observance was that his other hand stayed exactly where it was, holding open the leg of my lawsuit...

He withdrew his script, but this time, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his whole thenar, slathering on as much spit as he could, and reached up again into my boxershorts, but this time with both hired hand... with his'dry'hand he grabbed my shaft firmly, and with his other, gently grabbed my nous, allowing it to slew around in his palm... Within me I could feel that stress... wanting him to persist in, but not... and now I could feel that associate stab, knowing it wouldn't be long until I could no longer take it...

I once again grabbed his hired hand, urging him to stop. He pulled his hand out once more, licked it good, and again slid it back in my short circuit exactly where it had been, and continued sliding his hand over my tool, urging me on... it had become a game. Both of us knew that if he did this much retentive, I'd lose ascendancy and shoot my incumbrance. So I'd terminate him, he'd interruption for just a moment, and then keep to contribute me this slow and slippery handjob beneath the towel, licking his medal again every so often...

Suddenly I heard Frank, and my heart stopped thinking that maybe we'd been discovered. All was ripe, and he announced that we were approaching my sign of the zodiac, that I'd probably want to get up and pull together my stuff.

Ken and I separated and sat up. We hadn't been discovered. As I got out of the car I made sure to hold my towel low to hide the collapsible shelter in my cause. I was trying to cogitate 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 term blue-balls.

I went in the family, and to my joy discovered that my parents had gone out. It was, after all, a Saturday evening. I raced upstairs and into the shower, still hard from the activity of the afternoon. I couldn't time lag 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 meter and I felt that fellow spirit, my dick throb as it readied for liftoff... as I exploded into my palm I fantasized that it was Ken rubbing my cock, still in that backseat... I could sense jet after jet, shooting harder and farther than ever before, fueled by the taboo thought of doing this with my buddy...

I knew at that point that something was going to happen between us. I didn't know when, and I didn't know how, but I knew I was going to progress to it happen.

And as fate would have it, I wouldn't have to await long....

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