Like most high up schooling kids, there were a crowd of us that hung out alot. We 'd joke around, give each former a hard time, tease each other, pattern kid clobber. And like most groups of tiddler that age, some of us had gondola, and some of us had to borrow our parents'from time to clock time ...

It was the weekend, and we had decided to go to a pop repair, a lake about an hours drive away, that had slideway and political platform to jump from, probably substantially described as the 80s equivalent weight of a water park. By today 's touchstone it was n't a lot, but there were normally a lot of people there on summer weekends ( and lots of girls for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to maneuver place after a long day horsing around, we headed out, and it became clear pretty promptly that we were all tired. I started to nod off, but felt bad for our driver, hotdog. I asked, he assured me that he was sound for the drive home, and to go ahead and nap. I leaned back and settled in for the drive.

I do n't get it on how long 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 side and was using the armrest in the midsection of the backseat as a pillow. He was out. I leaned back against the door, form of half sitting, half egg laying, diagonally across my side of the seat. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The next time 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 radiocarpal joint 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 stop ), that was all it took, and with just that picayune bit of pressing I could feel myself starting to get heavy ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be at peace. I did n't move, examine my honorable to appear to continue to sleep, and tried to will my dick back down. It was n't working. After a day of gawking at all of the bodies on the beach, just a fiddling insistency was apparently all it took to get me going, and I could palpate myself stiffening as I lay there.

Afraid of being found out and worried that my Friend would tease me for being gay ( not a cool thing back in those Day ) I tried to adapt and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No good. At the same time, I noticed something else ... there was something within me that thoroughly enjoyed having something else - person 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 desegregate feelings inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. sure enough enough, Ken, in his sleep, withdrew his arm. Not completely, but at least it was n't resting on my now fully-hard cock anymore. I asked Frank if he was still good to force back, to which he said he was. I adjusted, grabbed my towel and covered myself up, not so much to rest warm as to obscure my hardon from showing through my drown automobile trunk. I slid back down into my old position to try to nod back off. It was then that I began to suspect that Ken might not have been as asleep as I had previously suspected ...

As I slid back down to get easy and go back to sleep, Ken 's arm simultaneously slid back over to its previous position, with his radiocarpal joint once again wresting directly on my peter. And being fully hard, every swelling we hit stimulated me as I could feel him on me. There was no way I was going to be capable to sleep, 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 hour I noticed that sometimes as we hit a bump Ken 's arm would sometimes almost seem to rub my hard dick. Through barely out-of-doors eyes, so as to come along asleep, I looked down to assess 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 mistake about it. I was pretty sure as shooting he did n't know I was awake, so I continued to counterfeit sleep.

We continued that way for a number of international mile, bumping along the road, me rock hard, enjoying the sensations 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 future took me totally by surprise ... he 'adjusted'in his quietus ( 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 electricity was coursing through my body ...

This was something totally new to me. Sure, as bozo we 'd give each former a hard time, occasionally crap prank about so-and-so being gay or something like that, but never were serious about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... holy place shit. This was ill-timed, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his hand gently began to explore my rigid creature through my boxershorts ... I was in both paradise and hell at the Saame clip. I did n't bed what to cogitate, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't require it to hold back. Now it was my go ...

I 'adjusted'in my rest, and turned my hips more toward Ken, to give him a little better admission, and to also let him sleep together 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 shocked ...

He once more 'adjusted'in his sleep, and under the cover of the towel, with his script that was 'under'him, found the leg opening of my swimsuit. He pulled it up and away and slid his paw inside my courtship to take hold of my hawkshaw. When he felt the network 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 like electrical energy before, this felt like nuclear power or something ...

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

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

He pulled his hand from my boxershorts, which naturally made me see to see what was going on. He was looking up at me, making sure as shooting that I saw what he was doing. He quietly pulled his bridge player from beneath the towel, slyly looked up at me with a grin, and licked his ovolo but good ... He stuck his hand immediately back into my shortstop, firmly grabbing my still hard SOB ... but this time, he ran his spit-slicked thumb on the rear 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 continue very long ... the sensations, the hefty buildup inside me, it felt like it was coming from the nitty-gritty of my being ....

Sure, at that point in my life, I had played with myself probably hundreds of metre. But this was dissimilar. This was someone else doing it to me. And it was my buddy Ken, who I 'd known for long time, and never talked about anything like this ... and it just felt like I was going to explode ...

I reached over and grabbed his paw through my swimsuit, squeezing it to sign that he should stop. He did, looking up at me. I shook my head, ever so slightly, indicating no. I felt him pull his mitt, indicating that he would withdraw. I let his hand go.

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

He withdrew his mitt, but this time, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his whole laurel wreath, slathering on as a good deal spit as he could, and reached up again into my shorts, but this time with both hands ... with his 'dry'hand he grabbed my shaft firmly, and with his former, gently grabbed my nous, allowing it to slide around in his palm ... Within me I could sense that tautness ... wanting him to continue, but not ... and now I could finger that familiar twinge, knowing it would n't be long until I could no longer lease it ...

I once again grabbed his hand, urging him to discontinue. He pulled his handwriting out once more, licked it good, and again slid it back in my boxers exactly where it had been, and continued sliding his hired man 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 kibosh him, he 'd pause for just a moment, and then continue to turn over me this slow and slippery handjob beneath the towel, licking his palm again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard frankfurter, and my heart stopped thinking that maybe we 'd been discovered. All was right, 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 enshroud the tent in my suit of clothes. I was trying to think of something to say, reaching for a rationality 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 star sign, 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 good afternoon. I could n't wait to eject all the tenseness that I was feeling ...

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

It took almost no time and I felt that familiar tactile sensation, my dick pounding as it readied for liftoff ... as I exploded into my medal I fantasized that it was Ken rubbing my hammer, still in that backseat ... I could finger jet after jet, shooting harder and farther than ever before, fueled by the taboo cerebration of doing this with my crony ...

I knew at that gunpoint that something was going to fall out between us. I did n't know when, and I did n't love how, but I knew I was going to bring in it happen.

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

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If you want to hear more, let me live in the scuttlebutt and I 'll spell out our subsequent adventures .