Like most high school kids, there were a cluster of us that hung out alot. We 'd jest around, move over each early a hard time, tease each other, pattern kid stuff. And like nigh mathematical group of nipper that age, some of us had cars, and some of us had to borrow our parents'from sentence to time ...

It was the weekend, and we had decided to go to a democratic resort, a lake about an minute drive away, that had microscope slide and chopine to jump from, probably expert described as the 80s equivalent of a pee parkland. By today 's criterion it was n't much, but there were normally a lot of masses there on summer weekends ( and great deal of girls for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to channelise home after a long day horsing around, we headed out, and it became clear pretty flying that we were all tired. I started to nod off, but felt bad for our driver, Frank. I asked, he assured me that he was good for the private road home, and to go ahead and sleep. I leaned back and settled in for the drive.

I do n't lie with 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, sort of half sitting, half laying, diagonally across my side of the nates. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The succeeding 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 script came to rest across me on my hip, his wrist was resting directly on my gumshoe. And being the vernal and sexually inexperienced guy that I was ( that we all were at that point ), that was all it took, and with just that slight bit of pressure I could feel myself starting to get hard ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be asleep. I did n't move, tried my Best to come out to go along to slumber, and tried to will my dick back down. It was n't working. After a day of gawking at all of the physical structure on the beach, just a fiddling press 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 fluff me for being gay ( not a cool down thing back in those days ) I tried to line up and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No good. At the same meter, I noticed something else ... there was something within me that thoroughly enjoyed having something else - someone else - touching my peter. While I did n't require to be discovered, I also did n't need it to end ...

I really had commingle flavour inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. sure as shooting enough, Ken, in his quietus, withdrew his arm. Not completely, but at least it was n't resting on my now fully-hard dick anymore. I asked Frank if he was still good to repel, to which he said he was. I adjusted, grabbed my towel and covered myself up, not so a good deal to stay put warm as to hide my hardon from showing through my swim shorts. I slid back down into my previous lieu 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 comfortable and go back to sleep, Ken 's arm simultaneously slid back over to its previous emplacement, with his articulatio radiocarpea once again wresting directly on my hawkshaw. 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-bodied to kip, 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 minutes I noticed that sometimes as we hit a bump Ken 's arm would sometimes almost seem to rub my laborious dick. Through barely open optic, so as to come along asleep, I looked down to assess the position ... 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 sure he did n't know I was awake, so I continued to fake sleep.

We continued that way for a number of knot, bumping along the road, me rock intemperately, enjoying the sensations I was receiving. Then I felt it unmistakably ... he was pushing knockout 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 quietus ( at to the lowest degree it would appear 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 catch my dick. He squeezed it ever so slightly. It felt like electricity was coursing through my body ...

This was something totally new to me. indisputable, as bozo we 'd give each other a hard time, occasionally build antic about stinker being gay or something like that, but never were severe about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... holy place crap. This was wrong, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his hand gently began to research my rigid putz through my shorts ... I was in both Eden and infernal region at the same prison term. I did n't know what to retrieve, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't want it to stop. Now it was my tour ...

I 'adjusted'in my sleep, and turned my hips more toward Ken, to contribute him a little better 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 surprise 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 swimsuit. He pulled it up and away and slid his hand inside my suit to grab my hawkshaw. When he felt the interlock in my causa, I could sense him fishing to get inside, which he quickly did, and grabbed my barb. Let me just say this ... if it felt like electricity before, this felt like nuclear index or something ...

Through barely exposed oculus I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the front place had the flimsy approximation of what was going on with Ken and I. Between knowing that they were clueless, and the hotness that I could feel quickly building inside me, I became slightly bolder. I could feel Ken slowly exploring my dick 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 trip or wrongness, purely enjoying the lust of the situation, wanting for more than ...

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

He pulled his helping hand from my short, 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 grinning, and licked his pollex but goodness ... He stuck his hand immediately back into my short, firmly grabbing my still hard pecker ... but this fourth dimension, he ran his spit-slicked thumb on the bottom of my cockhead, right where it meets the ray ... Wow. I had never experienced anything like this ... and it became manifest to me that this was n't something that I could continue very long ... the esthesis, the sinewy buildup inside me, it felt like it was coming from the core of my being ....

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

I reached over and grabbed his hired hand through my swimming costume, squeezing it to indicate that he should halt. He did, looking up at me. I shook my head, ever so slightly, indicating no. I felt him draw 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 courting ...

He withdrew his hand, but this fourth dimension, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his unit palm, slathering on as much spittle as he could, and reached up again into my underdrawers, but this prison term with both handwriting ... with his 'dry'hand he grabbed my shaft firmly, and with his other, gently grabbed my head, allowing it to slue around in his palm ... Within me I could feel that latent hostility ... wanting him to proceed, 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 script, urging him to block up. He pulled his helping hand out once Sir Thomas More, licked it sound, and again slid it back in my shorts exactly where it had been, and continued sliding his paw over my dick, urging me on ... it had become a biz. Both of us knew that if he did this much longer, I 'd suffer ascendence and shoot my load. So I 'd stop him, he 'd intermit for just a moment, and then preserve to give me this slow and slippery handjob beneath the towel, licking his medal again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard Frank, and my heart stopped thinking that maybe we 'd been discovered. All was good, and he announced that we were approaching my theater, 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 have got my towel low to hide the collapsible shelter 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 term blue-balls.

I went in the theater, and to my joy discovered that my parents had gone out. It was, after all, a Saturday evening. I raced up the stairs and into the shower, still hard from the activity of the afternoon. I could n't wait to let go of all the stress that I was feeling ...

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

It took almost no time and I felt that familiar tactile sensation, 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 palpate jet after jet, shooting harder and farther than ever before, fueled by the proscribed idea of doing this with my buddy ...

I knew at that point in time that something was going to encounter between us. I did n't sleep with when, and I did n't have it away how, but I knew I was going to make it happen.

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

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