Like most mellow school tike, there were a bunch of us that hung out alot. We 'd joke around, give each other a hard time, tease each other, normal kid stuff. And like most groups of kids that age, some of us had cable car, and some of us had to take over our parents'from metre to time ...

It was the weekend, and we had decided to go to a popular hangout, a lake about an hours drive away, that had lantern slide and platforms to jump from, probably expert described as the 80s equivalent of a piss ballpark. By today 's monetary standard it was n't much, but there were normally a lot of people there on summertime weekends ( and loads of young lady for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to head rest home after a recollective 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 driver, hotdog. I asked, he assured me that he was dependable for the cause home, and to go ahead and sleep. I leaned back and settled in for the drive.

I do n't cognize how long I had been out for, but when I awoke I noticed that Ken, my backseat familiar, 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 face of the seat. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The adjacent sentence I stirred and awoke, I felt something resting on my body. I glanced down, and saw that it was Ken 's arm. While his hand came to perch across me on my hip, his wrist was resting directly on my dick. And being the Edward Young and sexually inexperienced guy that I was ( that we all were at that point ), that was all it took, and with just that footling bit of pressing I could experience myself starting to get hard ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be asleep. I did n't impress, tried my best 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 organic structure on the beach, just a little 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 tease me for being gay ( not a cool thing back in those days ) I tried to conform and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No goodness. At the same clock time, I noticed something else ... there was something within me that thoroughly enjoyed having something else - someone else - touching my pecker. While I did n't want to be discovered, I also did n't require it to end ...

I really had commix feelings inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. Sure enough, Ken, in his eternal sleep, withdrew his arm. Not completely, but at least it was n't resting on my now fully-hard pecker anymore. I asked hotdog if he was still good to labour, to which he said he was. I adjusted, grabbed my towel and covered myself up, not so a lot to quell warm as to cover 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 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 log 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 finger him on me. There was no way I was going to be capable to catch some Z's, 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 hard dick. Through barely clear oculus, so as to appear 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 he did n't know I was awake, so I continued to fake sleep.

We continued that way for a issue of nautical mile, bumping along the road, me rock hard, 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 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 seize 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 guys we 'd hold each early a operose clip, occasionally make prank about git being gay or something like that, but never were grave about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... sanctum dirt. This was wrong, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his hand gently began to search my rigid pecker through my shortstop ... I was in both paradise and inferno at the same time. I did n't know what to think, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't want it to block off. Now it was my tour ...

I 'adjusted'in my sleep, and turned my hip more toward Ken, to give him a little adept access, and to also let him screw 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 sleep, and under the cover charge 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 hand inside my suit to take hold of my shaft. When he felt the mesh 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 the likes of electricity before, this felt like atomic top executive or something ...

Through barely open optic I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the front hind end 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 bluff. I could feel Ken slowly exploring my hawkshaw with his hand, and in return I rolled my rose hip, gently and slowly thrusting into his hand ... I had given myself over to the situation, totaly abandoned to any touch sensation of guilty conscience or incorrectness, purely enjoying the lust of the situation, wanting for to a greater extent ...

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

He pulled his manus from my short pants, which naturally made me wait to see what was going on. He was looking up at me, making certainly that I saw what he was doing. He quietly pulled his helping hand from beneath the towel, slyly looked up at me with a grin, and licked his thumb but unspoilt ... He stuck his manus immediately back into my shorts, firmly grabbing my still arduous scratch ... but this time, he ran his spit-slicked thumb on the fanny of my cockhead, right where it meets the shaft ... Wow. I had never experienced anything like this ... and it became plain to me that this was n't something that I could continue very long ... the sensations, the powerful buildup inside me, it felt like it was coming from the burden of my being ....

Sure, at that point in my life, I had played with myself probably one C of meter. But this was different. This was soul 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 burst ...

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

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

He withdrew his hand, but this clock time, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his wholly ribbon, slathering on as much expectoration as he could, and reached up again into my drawers, but this fourth dimension with both hands ... with his 'dry'bridge player he grabbed my peter firmly, and with his other, gently grabbed my head, allowing it to slide around in his laurel wreath ... Within me I could feel that tautness ... wanting him to extend, but not ... and now I could finger that intimate pang, knowing it would n't be long until I could no longer read it ...

I once again grabbed his handwriting, urging him to check. He pulled his bridge player out once more, licked it practiced, and again slid it back in my shorts exactly where it had been, and continued sliding his script over my putz, urging me on ... it had become a game. Both of us knew that if he did this much farsighted, I 'd lose ascendency and shoot my consignment. So I 'd stop him, he 'd pause for just a moment, and then continue to give me this ho-hum and tricky handjob beneath the towel, licking his palm again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard frankfurter, and my pith 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 collect 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 bear my towel low to obliterate 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 terminus blue-balls.

I went in the house, and to my joy discovered that my parents had gone out. It was, after all, a Saturday evening. I raced upstairs and into the rain shower, still hard from the activity of the afternoon. I could n't wait to eject all the tension 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 clip and I felt that familiar feeling, my tool pounding 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 finger jet after jet, shooting harder and farther than ever before, fueled by the taboo opinion of doing this with my buddy ...

I knew at that degree that something was going to hap between us. I did n't be intimate when, and I did n't cognise how, but I knew I was going to make it happen.

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

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