Like virtually high school kids, there were a bunch of us that hung out alot. We 'd joke around, render each early a strong prison term, tease each other, formula kid stuff. And like most groups of kids that age, some of us had auto, and some of us had to borrow our parents'from time to metre ...

It was the weekend, and we had decided to go to a popular hangout, a lake about an hours drive away, that had microscope slide and platforms to jump from, probably best described as the 80s eq of a water Mungo Park. By today 's banner it was n't much, but there were normally a lot of multitude there on summer weekends ( and mint of girls for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to channelize dwelling house after a long 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 good for the thrust dwelling, and to go ahead and rest. I leaned back and settled in for the drive.

I do n't know how longsighted I had been out for, but when I awoke I noticed that Ken, my backseat fellow traveler, had also fallen asleep, and in doing so had leaned over on his incline 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 one-half sitting, half laying, diagonally across my side of the seat. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The next metre I stirred and awoke, I felt something resting on my torso. I glanced down, and saw that it was Ken 's arm. While his hand came to rest across me on my hip, his wrist joint was resting directly on my hawkshaw. And being the unseasoned and sexually inexperienced guy that I was ( that we all were at that point ), that was all it took, and with just that petty bit of pressure I could feel myself starting to get hard ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be asleep. I did n't move, assay my full to appear to continue to sleep, and tried to will my peter back down. It was n't working. After a day of gawking at all of the consistency on the beach, just a little pressure level 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 friends would rag me for being gay ( not a poise thing back in those days ) I tried to correct and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No safe. At the Sami time, I noticed something else ... there was something within me that thoroughly enjoyed having something else - mortal else - touching my pecker. While I did n't want to be discovered, I also did n't desire it to end ...

I really had conflate feelings inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. Sure enough, Ken, in his rest, withdrew his arm. Not completely, but at least it was n't resting on my now fully-hard dick anymore. I asked Frank if he was still skilful to drive, to which he said he was. I adjusted, grabbed my towel and covered myself up, not so much to delay warm as to hide out my hardon from showing through my float trunks. I slid back down into my previous placement to try to nod back off. It was then that I began to suspect that Ken might not experience been as at rest as I had previously suspected ...

As I slid back down to get comfortable and go back to sleep, Ken 's arm simultaneously slid back over to its late office, with his articulatio radiocarpea 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 slumber, so I faked it. I lay there, my mind racing as I argued within myself over the wrongness of it against the raw pleasure I was enjoying ...

After just a few min I noticed that sometimes as we hit a bump Ken 's arm would sometimes almost seem to rub my concentrated dick. Through barely open centre, so as to appear asleep, I looked down to assess the site ... 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 love I was awake, so I continued to wangle sleep.

We continued that way for a number of international nautical mile, bumping along the road, me rock heavy, enjoying the sensation 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 next took me totally by surprisal ... he 'adjusted'in his sleep ( at least it would look that way to anyone looking on ) and in doing so, pulled his arm back just a few inches ... and under the towel, he straight on seize my shaft. He squeezed it ever so slightly. It felt like electrical energy was coursing through my torso ...

This was something totally new to me. Sure, as guys we 'd give each former a heavily sentence, occasionally make joke about rotter being gay or something like that, but never were serious about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... holy crap. This was wrong, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his hired man gently began to explore my rigid pecker through my shorts ... I was in both Heaven and Hell at the same time. I did n't hump what to think, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't want it to check. Now it was my turn ...

I 'adjusted'in my sleep, and turned my hips more toward Ken, to make him a little comfortably access code, and to also let him screw 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 sleep, and under the cover song of the towel, with his helping hand that was 'under'him, found the leg chess opening of my bathing costume. He pulled it up and away and slid his bridge player inside my suit to seize my prick. When he felt the mesh topology in my case, I could feel him fishing to get inside, which he quickly did, and grabbed my shaft. Let me just say this ... if it felt alike electricity before, this felt like nuclear top executive or something ...

Through barely give eyes I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the front seat had the fragile idea of what was going on with Ken and I. Between knowing that they were clueless, and the horniness that I could finger quickly building inside me, I became slightly sheer. I could find Ken slowly exploring my dick with his manus, and in return I rolled my hips, gently and slowly thrusting into his hand ... I had given myself over to the site, totaly abandoned to any feelings of guilt or wrongness, purely enjoying the lustfulness of the situation, wanting for more ...

It was at this compass point that apparently Ken though it would be fun to ratchet down it up a pass, and promote the envelope.

He pulled his handwriting 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 grinning, and licked his thumb but skilful ... He stuck his hand immediately back into my shorts, firmly grabbing my still hard dent ... but this time, he ran his spit-slicked thumb on the bottom of my cockhead, right where it meets the putz ... Wow. I had never experienced anything like this ... and it became ostensible to me that this was n't something that I could stay very long ... the sensations, the mightily buildup inside me, it felt like it was coming from the core of my being ....

Sure, at that point in my animation, I had played with myself probably 100 of sentence. But this was different. This was somebody else doing it to me. And it was my crony 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 hand through my bathing suit, squeezing it to signalize that he should stop over. He did, looking up at me. I shook my head, ever so slightly, indicating no. I felt him rend his hand, indicating that he would withdraw. I let his hand go.

What I did n't observation 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 whole decoration, slathering on as lots spit as he could, and reached up again into my trunks, but this time with both work force ... with his 'dry'hand he grabbed my ray of light firmly, and with his former, gently grabbed my mind, allowing it to slide around in his palm ... Within me I could feel that stress ... wanting him to continue, but not ... and now I could feel that familiar stab, knowing it would n't be long until I could no longer carry it ...

I once again grabbed his hired man, urging him to stop. He pulled his hired man out once more than, licked it ripe, and again slid it back in my shorts 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 recede control and shoot my load. So I 'd block off him, he 'd break for just a import, and then remain to render me this slow and slippery handjob beneath the towel, licking his medal again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard frank, and my middle stopped thinking that maybe we 'd been discovered. All was good, and he announced that we were approaching my house, that I 'd probably want 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 up my towel low to hide the tent in my courting. I was trying to believe of something to say, reaching for a ground 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 house, 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 activeness of the good afternoon. I could n't await to resign all the latent hostility that I was feeling ...

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

It took almost no meter and I felt that familiar spirit, my dick throbbing 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 feel jet after jet, shooting harder and farther than ever before, fueled by the taboo persuasion of doing this with my buddy ...

I knew at that point that something was going to happen between us. I did n't know when, and I did n't know how, but I knew I was going to relieve oneself it happen.

And as fate would have it, I would n't have to hold back long ....

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