Like most highschool school nipper, there were a bunch of us that hung out alot. We 'd jest around, give each other a concentrated time, tease each other, convention kid stuff. And like most chemical group of nipper that age, some of us had auto, and some of us had to borrow our parents'from time to sentence ...

It was the weekend, and we had decided to go to a popular haunt, a lake about an hours drive away, that had coast and political platform to rise from, probably dear described as the 80s equivalent weight of a piddle Park. By today 's standards it was n't a great deal, but there were normally a lot of multitude there on summer weekends ( and lots of little girl for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to steer home after a farsighted 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 device driver, frank. I asked, he assured me that he was serious for the drive place, and to go ahead and sleep. I leaned back and settled in for the drive.

I do n'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 middle of the backseat as a pillow. He was out. I leaned back against the door, sorting of one-half sitting, half egg laying, diagonally across my side of the bottom. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The next clock 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 handwriting came to pillow across me on my hip, his wrist was resting directly on my dick. 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 footling bit of pressure I could feel myself starting to get hard ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be numb. I did n't prompt, attempt my skillful to appear to continue to catch some Z's, and tried to will my hawkshaw back down. It was n't working. After a day of gawking at all of the bodies on the beach, just a short pressure sensation 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 acquaintance would tease me for being gay ( not a cool down thing back in those days ) I tried to adjust and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No good. At the same prison term, I noticed something else ... there was something within me that thoroughly enjoyed having something else - someone else - touching my beak. While I did n't want to be discovered, I also did n't require it to end ...

I really had merge feelings inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. for certain enough, Ken, in his sleep, 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 wienerwurst 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 detain warm as to obscure my hardon from showing through my swimming trunks. I slid back down into my old berth to try to nod back off. It was then that I began to suspect that Ken might not make been as asleep 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 previous posture, with his wrist once again wresting directly on my dick. And being fully hard, every bulge we hit stimulated me as I could feel him on me. There was no way I was going to be capable to slumber, so I faked it. I lay there, my mind racing as I argued within myself over the incorrectness of it against the raw joy I was enjoying ...

After just a few minutes I noticed that sometimes as we hit a protuberance Ken 's arm would sometimes almost seem to rub my severe dick. Through barely give eyes, so as to appear asleep, I looked down to value the situation ... 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 error about it. I was pretty surely he did n't know I was awake, so I continued to fake sleep.

We continued that way for a telephone number of international nautical mile, bumping along the road, me rock punishing, enjoying the star I was receiving. Then I felt it unmistakably ... he was pushing harder 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 surprise ... he 'adjusted'in his eternal sleep ( at least it would come along that way to anyone looking on ) and in doing so, pulled his arm back just a few inch ... and under the towel, he straight on grabbed my putz. He squeezed it ever so slightly. It felt like electricity was coursing through my physical structure ...

This was something totally new to me. sure, as guys we 'd give each former a hard time, occasionally make jokes about rotter being gay or something like that, but never were good about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... holy Irish bull. This was wrong, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his hand gently began to explore my rigid tool through my trunks ... I was in both heaven and nether region at the Same time. I did n't know what to believe, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't desire it to stop. Now it was my turn ...

I 'adjusted'in my slumber, and turned my hips more toward Ken, to gift him a short better access code, 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 traumatise ...

He once more 'adjusted'in his sleep, and under the cover version of the towel, with his hand that was 'under'him, found the leg opening of my swimming costume. He pulled it up and away and slid his script inside my suit to catch my dick. When he felt the mesh in my courtship, I could feel him fishing to get inside, which he quickly did, and grabbed my slam. Let me just say this ... if it felt like electrical energy before, this felt like atomic great power or something ...

Through barely undefended eyes I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the front bum had the slender approximation 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 feel Ken slowly exploring my gumshoe with his hand, and in return I rolled my hips, gently and slowly thrusting into his hired hand ... I had given myself over to the situation, totaly abandoned to any feelings of guilt or inappropriateness, purely enjoying the lust of the situation, wanting for more ...

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

He pulled his hand from my drawers, 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 hired hand from beneath the towel, slyly looked up at me with a grin, and licked his pollex but thoroughly ... He stuck his hand immediately back into my boxers, firmly grabbing my still tough asshole ... but this time, he ran his spit-slicked ovolo on the arse of my cockhead, right where it meets the jibe ... Wow. I had never experienced anything like this ... and it became apparent to me that this was n't something that I could uphold very long ... the sensations, the hefty buildup inside me, it felt like it was coming from the magnetic core of my being ....

Sure, at that dot in my life-time, I had played with myself probably hundreds of time. But this was different. This was someone else doing it to me. And it was my buddy Ken, who I 'd known for twelvemonth, 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 stop. He did, looking up at me. I shook my psyche, ever so slightly, indicating no. I felt him rip his hand, indicating that he would withdraw. 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 ...

He withdrew his hand, but this meter, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his completely thenar, slathering on as lots spit as he could, and reached up again into my shorts, but this metre with both paw ... with his 'dry'hand he grabbed my shaft firmly, and with his other, gently grabbed my head, allowing it to slide around in his medal ... Within me I could finger that tensity ... wanting him to preserve, but not ... and now I could sense that familiar twinge, knowing it would n't be long until I could no longer call for it ...

I once again grabbed his hired hand, urging him to stop. He pulled his script out once More, licked it just, and again slid it back in my boxershorts exactly where it had been, and continued sliding his handwriting over my dick, urging me on ... it had become a game. Both of us knew that if he did this much longer, I 'd drop off control and shoot my load. So I 'd stop him, he 'd break for just a minute, and then continue to give me this slack and tricky handjob beneath the towel, licking his palm again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard hotdog, and my heart stopped thinking that maybe we 'd been discovered. All was sound, 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 defy my towel low to hide the collapsible shelter in my suit. I was trying to think 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 theatre, and to my joy discovered that my parents had gone out. It was, after all, a Saturday even. I raced upstairs and into the shower, still hard from the activity of the afternoon. I could n't wait to liberate all the tension that I was feeling ...

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

It took almost no clip and I felt that familiar tone, my dick throbbing as it readied for liftoff ... as I exploded into my medallion I fantasized that it was Ken rubbing my cock, still in that backseat ... I could experience 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 decimal point that something was going to take place between us. I did n't sleep together when, and I did n't know how, but I knew I was going to make it happen.

And as lot would take it, I would n't accept to hold back long ....

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