Like most high school day kids, there were a clustering of us that hung out alot. We 'd jest around, leave each other a backbreaking prison term, rally each other, pattern kid material. And like near group of small fry that age, some of us had machine, and some of us had to borrow our parents'from time to time ...

It was the weekend, and we had decided to go to a popular resort, a lake about an hours drive away, that had chute and platforms to leap from, probably best described as the 80s equivalent of a water park. By today 's monetary standard it was n't practically, but there were normally a lot of people there on summer weekends ( and tidy sum of girls for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to head home after a foresighted 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 unspoilt for the drive base, and to go ahead and kip. I leaned back and settled in for the drive.

I do n't bed how long I had been out for, but when I awoke I noticed that Ken, my backseat comrade, had also fallen asleep, and in doing so had leaned over on his side and was using the armrest in the heart of the backseat as a pillow. He was out. I leaned back against the door, kind of half sitting, one-half egg laying, diagonally across my slope of the seat. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The next fourth dimension 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 carpus was resting directly on my hawkshaw. And being the untried and sexually inexperient guy that I was ( that we all were at that point ), that was all it took, and with just that short bit of pressure I could feel myself starting to get hard ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be benumbed. I did n't incite, tried my best to appear to continue to log Z's, and tried to will my shaft back down. It was n't working. After a day of gawking at all of the bodies on the beach, just a piffling press 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 tantalize me for being gay ( not a cool thing back in those days ) I tried to correct and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No good. At the same metre, 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 want it to end ...

I really had unify feelings inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. trusted enough, Ken, in his quietus, withdrew his arm. Not completely, but at least it was n't resting on my now fully-hard shaft anymore. I asked hotdog if he was still proficient to repel, to which he said he was. I adjusted, grabbed my towel and covered myself up, not so often to stay lovesome as to hide my hardon from showing through my swimming trunks. I slid back down into my previous position to try to nod back off. It was then that I began to mistrust that Ken might not get been as numb as I had previously suspected ...

As I slid back down to get comfortable and go back to catch some Z's, Ken 's arm simultaneously slid back over to its late position, with his wrist 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 log Z's, so I faked it. I lay there, my creative thinker racing as I argued within myself over the inappropriateness of it against the raw pleasance I was enjoying ...

After just a few second I noticed that sometimes as we hit a gibbosity Ken 's arm would sometimes almost seem to rub my heavy dick. Through barely open eye, so as to come along departed, I looked down to measure the site ... when I did, I saw Ken glimpse up ever so slightly, seeing if I was awake. A-ha ! He was awake, and knew what he was doing ! There was no misunderstanding about it. I was pretty sure he did n't know I was awake, so I continued to misrepresent sleep.

We continued that way for a number of geographical mile, bumping along the road, me rock severely, enjoying the adept I was receiving. Then I felt it unmistakably ... he was pushing intemperately 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 slumber ( at least it would appear 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 catch my hawkshaw. He squeezed it ever so slightly. It felt like electrical energy was coursing through my dead body ...

This was something totally new to me. Sure, as guy we 'd give each former a grueling sentence, occasionally build caper about so-and-so being gay or something like that, but never were serious about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... holy bullshit. This was wrong, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his hired hand gently began to explore my unbending shaft through my boxers ... I was in both paradise and snake pit at the Sami clock time. I did n't know what to think, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't want it to stop. Now it was my spell ...

I 'adjusted'in my sleep, and turned my coxa more toward Ken, to open him a little well memory access, 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 shocked ...

He once more 'adjusted'in his sleep, and under the cover of the towel, with his hand that was 'under'him, found the leg opening of my swimwear. He pulled it up and away and slid his manus inside my wooing to take hold of my putz. When he felt the interlocking 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 electricity before, this felt like nuclear power or something ...

Through barely spread eyes I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the face seat had the slender idea of what was going on with Ken and I. Between knowing that they were clueless, and the horniness that I could find quickly building inside me, I became slightly bold. I could feel Ken slowly exploring my dick with his script, and in take I rolled my pelvis, gently and slowly thrusting into his hired hand ... I had given myself over to the office, totaly abandoned to any feelings of guilt trip or wrongness, purely enjoying the lust of the billet, wanting for more ...

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

He pulled his bridge player 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 good ... He stuck his hand immediately back into my short pants, firmly grabbing my still hard incision ... but this time, he ran his spit-slicked thumb on the bottom of my cockhead, right where it meets the gibe ... 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 sensations, the knock-down 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 hundreds of times. But this was different. This was someone else doing it to me. And it was my brother 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 swimming costume, squeezing it to signal that he should stop. He did, looking up at me. I shook my head, ever so slightly, indicating no. I felt him pull his paw, indicating that he would withdraw. I let his handwriting go.

What I did n't placard was that his early hired man stayed exactly where it was, holding open the leg of my suit ...

He withdrew his hand, but this time, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his altogether palm, slathering on as much expectoration as he could, and reached up again into my underdrawers, but this prison term with both hands ... with his 'dry'hand he grabbed my calamus firmly, and with his other, gently grabbed my header, allowing it to slip around in his palm ... Within me I could feel that stress ... wanting him to continue, but not ... and now I could feel that familiar pang, knowing it would n't be long until I could no longer take it ...

I once again grabbed his handwriting, urging him to stop. He pulled his helping hand out once More, licked it good, and again slid it back in my shorts 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 prospicient, I 'd lose dominance and shoot my load. So I 'd stop him, he 'd intermit for just a moment, and then preserve to consecrate me this slack and slippy handjob beneath the towel, licking his palm tree again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard hot dog, and my substance stopped thinking that maybe we 'd been discovered. All was good, and he announced that we were approaching my house, that I 'd probably desire 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 retain my towel low to veil the collapsible shelter in my case. 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 term 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 upstair and into the shower, still hard from the natural process of the afternoon. I could n't hold off to release all the tension that I was feeling ...

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

It took almost no prison term and I felt that familiar opinion, my dick throbbing as it readied for liftoff ... as I exploded into my palm I fantasized that it was Ken rubbing my dick, still in that backseat ... I could feel jet after jet, shooting harder and farther than ever before, fueled by the proscribed intellection 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 make it happen.

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

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