Like most high up school day tike, there were a bunch of us that hung out alot. We 'd joke around, give each other a punishing time, tease each former, normal kid material. And like to the highest degree grouping of shaver that age, some of us had cars, 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 democratic repair, a lake about an hours drive away, that had slide and program to start from, probably best described as the 80s equivalent of a water Mungo Park. By today 's standard it was n't much, but there were normally a lot of masses there on summertime weekends ( and batch of girls for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to channelise home after a tenacious day horsing around, we headed out, and it became clear pretty fast that we were all tired. I started to nod off, but felt bad for our driver, wienerwurst. I asked, he assured me that he was good for the campaign home, 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 midsection 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 future 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 paw came to rest across me on my hip, his wrist joint was resting directly on my dick. And being the young and sexually inexperienced guy that I was ( that we all were at that point ), that was all it took, and with just that little bit of insistence I could palpate myself starting to get hard ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be asleep. I did n't move, tried my salutary to appear to continue to slumber, and tried to will my tool back down. It was n't working. After a day of gawking at all of the bodies on the beach, just a minuscule pressure 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 protagonist would tease me for being gay ( not a cool thing back in those twenty-four hours ) I tried to adjust and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No unspoiled. At the Saame time, I noticed something else ... there was something within me that thoroughly enjoyed having something else - soul else - touching my neb. While I did n't want to be discovered, I also did n't require it to end ...

I really had combine notion inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. sure as shooting enough, Ken, in his rest, withdrew his arm. Not completely, but at least it was n't resting on my now fully-hard prick 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 a lot to delay warm as to hide my hardon from showing through my swim luggage compartment. I slid back down into my previous position to try to nod back off. It was then that I began to distrust that Ken might not have been as benumbed as I had previously suspected ...

As I slid back down to get well-situated and go back to catch some Z's, Ken 's arm simultaneously slid back over to its previous position, with his wrist once again wresting directly on my dick. And being fully hard, every bump we hit stimulated me as I could palpate him on me. There was no way I was going to be capable to kip, so I faked it. I lay there, my thinker racing as I argued within myself over the wrongness 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 knockout dick. Through barely give eyes, so as to seem asleep, I looked down to value the place ... 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 he did n't know I was awake, so I continued to fake sleep.

We continued that way for a bit of Roman mile, bumping along the road, me rock hard, enjoying the virtuoso 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 succeeding took me totally by surprise ... he 'adjusted'in his sleep ( at to the lowest degree it would seem 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 dick. He squeezed it ever so slightly. It felt like electricity was coursing through my dead body ...

This was something totally new to me. sure as shooting, as guy we 'd generate each early a hard time, occasionally make jokes about crumb being gay or something like that, but never were serious about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... holy place bull. This was improper, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his hand gently began to search my rigid tool through my shorts ... I was in both heaven and hell at the same clip. I did n't sleep together what to call up, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't desire it to intercept. Now it was my turn ...

I 'adjusted'in my sleep, and turned my coxa more toward Ken, to founder him a little better access, and to also let him have sex 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 quietus, and under the cover of the towel, with his hand that was 'under'him, found the leg opening of my bathing costume. He pulled it up and away and slid his hand inside my cause to grab my dick. When he felt the mesh in my suit, I could feel him fishing to get inside, which he quickly did, and grabbed my irradiation. Let me just say this ... if it felt the like electricity before, this felt like atomic power or something ...

Through barely open eyes I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the front nates 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 sheer. I could feel Ken slowly exploring my dick with his hand, and in recurrence I rolled my rose hip, gently and slowly thrusting into his script ... 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 that apparently Ken though it would be fun to ratchet it up a notch, and agitate the envelope.

He pulled his hired man 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 grin, and licked his thumb but goodness ... He stuck his handwriting immediately back into my short circuit, firmly grabbing my still laborious incision ... but this time, he ran his spit-slicked thumb on the bottom of my cockhead, right where it meets the tool ... Wow. I had never experienced anything like this ... and it became evident to me that this was n't something that I could continue very long ... the hotshot, the powerful buildup inside me, it felt like it was coming from the nucleus of my being ....

Sure, at that point in my spirit, I had played with myself probably hundreds of times. But this was different. This was somebody else doing it to me. And it was my buddy Ken, who I 'd known for years, and never talked about anything like this ... and it just felt like I was going to detonate ...

I reached over and grabbed his paw through my swimsuit, squeezing it to signal that he should block. He did, looking up at me. I shook my head teacher, 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 former hand stayed exactly where it was, holding open the leg of my causa ...

He withdrew his hand, but this meter, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his whole palm, slathering on as often spit as he could, and reached up again into my boxershorts, but this meter with both bridge player ... with his 'dry'manus he grabbed my shaft firmly, and with his former, gently grabbed my headway, allowing it to slide around in his medal ... Within me I could palpate that tension ... wanting him to continue, but not ... and now I could feel that comrade twinge, knowing it would n't be long until I could no longer take it ...

I once again grabbed his hired man, urging him to block. He pulled his hand out once more, licked it good, 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 plot. Both of us knew that if he did this much longer, I 'd lose ascendence and shoot my load. So I 'd stop him, he 'd break for just a minute, and then continue to give me this slow and slippy handjob beneath the towel, licking his palm again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard Frank, and my core 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 conglomerate 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 restrain my towel low to cover the collapsible shelter in my cause. 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 terminus blue-balls.

I went in the family, and to my joy discovered that my parents had gone out. It was, after all, a Sabbatum even. I raced upstairs and into the shower, still hard from the natural process of the afternoon. I could n't wait to release all the tension that I was feeling ...

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

It took almost no time and I felt that comrade touch, 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 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 know when, and I did n't make out how, but I knew I was going to make it happen.

And as fate would ingest it, I would n't have to wait long ....

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