Like most high school day kidskin, there were a clump of us that hung out alot. We 'd jest around, give each other a hard time, rag each former, pattern kid hooey. And like most group of youngster that age, some of us had auto, and some of us had to borrow our parents'from time to fourth dimension ...

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 from, probably scoop described as the 80s combining weight of a pee park. By today 's standards it was n't much, but there were normally a lot of the great unwashed there on summer weekends ( and lots of miss for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to channelize family after a farseeing day horsing around, we headed out, and it became sack up pretty fast 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 soundly for the drive home, and to go ahead and kip. 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, sort of half sitting, half laying, diagonally across my English of the seat. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The succeeding metre I stirred and awoke, I felt something resting on my trunk. I glanced down, and saw that it was Ken 's arm. While his hand came to rest across me on my hip, his wrist was resting directly on my dick. And being the youthful and sexually inexperienced guy that I was ( that we all were at that distributor point ), that was all it took, and with just that little bit of pressure I could feel myself starting to get laborious ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be gone. I did n't move, tried my easily 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 body on the beach, just a piddling pressure was apparently all it took to get me going, and I could find myself stiffening as I lay there.

Afraid of being found out and worried that my friends would twit me for being gay ( not a cool affair back in those 24-hour interval ) I tried to line up and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No right. At the same clip, I noticed something else ... there was something within me that thoroughly enjoyed having something else - soul else - touching my pecker. While I did n't want to be discovered, I also did n't need it to end ...

I really had interracial belief inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. for sure enough, Ken, in his eternal rest, withdrew his arm. Not completely, but at least it was n't resting on my now fully-hard putz 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 stay ardent as to hide my hardon from showing through my swim trunks. I slid back down into my former position to try to nod back off. It was then that I began to surmise that Ken might not let been as departed as I had previously suspected ...

As I slid back down to get comfortable and go back to log Z's, Ken 's arm simultaneously slid back over to its previous emplacement, with his carpus once again wresting directly on my dick. And being fully hard, every excrescence 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 idea racing as I argued within myself over the wrongness of it against the raw pleasure I was enjoying ...

After just a few proceedings I noticed that sometimes as we hit a bump Ken 's arm would sometimes almost seem to rub my hard dick. Through barely open eyes, so as to appear deceased, I looked down to assess the place ... when I did, I saw Ken coup d'oeil 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 sure he did n't know I was awake, so I continued to bull sleep.

We continued that way for a number of miles, bumping along the road, me rock hard, enjoying the wiz 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 surprisal ... he 'adjusted'in his slumber ( at least it would come along that way to anyone looking on ) and in doing so, pulled his arm back just a few in ... and under the towel, he straight on grab my gumshoe. He squeezed it ever so slightly. It felt like electricity was coursing through my body ...

This was something totally new to me. sure enough, as guys we 'd impart each other a operose time, occasionally build gag about so-and-so being gay or something like that, but never were serious about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... holy shite. This was wrong, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to slumber, but his helping hand gently began to explore my inflexible prick through my shorts ... I was in both heaven and hell at the same clip. I did n't acknowledge what to guess, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't require it to stop. Now it was my act ...

I 'adjusted'in my sleep, and turned my hips more toward Ken, to sacrifice him a little better access, and to also let him bang that I was enjoying what he was doing. He realized what I was doing, and if what he did before storm me, I was about to be totally blow out of the water ...

He once more 'adjusted'in his nap, and under the covering of the towel, with his hand that was 'under'him, found the leg opening of my swimsuit. He pulled it up and away and slid his script inside my suit to grab my hawkshaw. When he felt the mesh in my suit, I could sense him fishing to get inside, which he quickly did, and grabbed my pecker. Let me just say this ... if it felt like electricity before, this felt like nuclear power or something ...

Through barely open middle I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the front seat had the slender thought of what was going on with Ken and I. Between knowing that they were clueless, and the horniness that I could sense quickly building inside me, I became slightly sheer. I could feel Ken slowly exploring my dick with his hand, and in proceeds I rolled my hips, gently and slowly thrusting into his hand ... I had given myself over to the spot, totaly abandoned to any feeling of guilty conscience or wrongness, purely enjoying the luxuria 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 bear on the envelope.

He pulled his hand from my underdrawers, which naturally made me await to see what was going on. He was looking up at me, making for certain that I saw what he was doing. He quietly pulled his helping hand from beneath the towel, slyly looked up at me with a smiling, and licked his thumb but good ... He stuck his mitt immediately back into my boxers, firmly grabbing my still hard cocksucker ... but this fourth dimension, he ran his spit-slicked pollex on the bottom of my cockhead, right where it meets the shaft ... Wow. I had never experienced anything like this ... and it became apparent to me that this was n't something that I could bear on very long ... the sensations, the powerful buildup inside me, it felt like it was coming from the kernel of my being ....

Sure, at that gunpoint in my life, I had played with myself probably hundreds of times. But this was dissimilar. This was person else doing it to me. And it was my buddy Ken, who I 'd known for year, 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 swimwear, squeezing it to betoken that he should end. He did, looking up at me. I shook my headway, ever so slightly, indicating no. I felt him pull his hand, indicating that he would withdraw. I let his hand go.

What I did n't posting was that his other paw stayed exactly where it was, holding open the leg of my causa ...

He withdrew his hand, but this time, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his whole palm, slathering on as a good deal spitting as he could, and reached up again into my shorts, but this sentence with both hands ... with his 'dry'hand he grabbed my pecker firmly, and with his other, gently grabbed my head, allowing it to slide around in his palm ... Within me I could feel that tension ... wanting him to keep on, but not ... and now I could finger that familiar twinge, knowing it would n't be long until I could no longer take it ...

I once again grabbed his hand, urging him to end. He pulled his hand out once more, licked it good, and again slid it back in my drawers exactly where it had been, and continued sliding his bridge player over my pecker, urging me on ... it had become a game. Both of us knew that if he did this much farseeing, I 'd fall behind ascendency and shoot my load. So I 'd block him, he 'd pause for just a moment, and then extend to give me this slow and tricky handjob beneath the towel, licking his palm again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard wienerwurst, and my heart stopped thinking that maybe we 'd been discovered. All was estimable, 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 my towel low to hide the tent in my suit. I was trying to think 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 theatre, and to my joy discovered that my parents had gone out. It was, after all, a Saturday eve. I raced upstairs and into the cascade, still hard from the body process of the good afternoon. I could n't wait to bring out all the tensity that I was feeling ...

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

It took almost no clip and I felt that familiar look, 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 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 point that something was going to happen between us. I did n't recognize when, and I did n't know how, but I knew I was going to gain it happen.

And as fate would consume it, I would n't have to expect long ....

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