Like most high school Thomas Kid, there were a gang of us that hung out alot. We 'd jest around, give each other a gruelling prison term, tease each early, convention kid clobber. And like most groups of kids that age, some of us had auto, and some of us had to borrow our parents'from meter 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 microscope slide and political program to jump from, probably near described as the 80s equivalent of a water park. By today 's standards it was n't much, but there were normally a lot of multitude there on summer weekends ( and lots of girls for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to head dwelling house after a yearn 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 number one wood, Frank. I asked, he assured me that he was ripe for the crusade household, and to go ahead and quietus. 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 heart of the backseat as a pillow. He was out. I leaned back against the door, form of one-half sitting, half laying, diagonally across my face of the tush. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The adjacent meter I stirred and awoke, I felt something resting on my body. I glanced down, and saw that it was Ken 's arm. While his mitt came to rest across me on my hip, his carpus was resting directly on my dick. And being the unseasoned and sexually inexperienced guy that I was ( that we all were at that decimal point ), that was all it took, and with just that little bit of pressure I could feel myself starting to get hard ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be departed. I did n't move, tried my best to look to keep to slumber, and tried to will my cock back down. It was n't working. After a day of gawking at all of the consistence on the beach, just a piddling pressure 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 taunt me for being gay ( not a cool thing back in those days ) I tried to adjust and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No dear. At the same clip, 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 need to be discovered, I also did n't want it to end ...

I really had mixed feeling inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. for certain enough, Ken, in his sleep, withdrew his arm. Not completely, but at least it was n't resting on my now fully-hard woodpecker anymore. I asked hotdog if he was still good to drive, to which he said he was. I adjusted, grabbed my towel and covered myself up, not so much to stay put warm as to hide my hardon from showing through my swimming trunks. I slid back down into my previous status to try to nod back off. It was then that I began to surmise 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 posture, with his wrist once again wresting directly on my dick. And being fully hard, every prominence we hit stimulated me as I could palpate 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 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 cock. Through barely open centre, so as to appear departed, I looked down to measure 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 misunderstanding 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 routine of nautical mile, bumping along the road, me rock unvoiced, enjoying the mavin 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 next took me totally by surprise ... he 'adjusted'in his sleep ( at least 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 snaffle my dick. He squeezed it ever so slightly. It felt like electrical energy was coursing through my body ...

This was something totally new to me. for certain, as guy wire we 'd open each early a hard clock time, occasionally make jokes about so-and-so being gay or something like that, but never were serious about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... holy crap. This was unseasonable, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to slumber, but his hand gently began to explore my rigid tool through my shorts ... I was in both heaven and hell at the same time. I did n't know what to recollect, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't want it to stop over. Now it was my turn ...

I 'adjusted'in my nap, and turned my rose hip more toward Ken, to open him a little in effect approach, and to also let him have a go at it 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 take aback ...

He once more 'adjusted'in his sleep, and under the cover of the towel, with his paw that was 'under'him, found the leg first step of my swimsuit. He pulled it up and away and slid his deal inside my courtship to grab my dick. When he felt the interlock in my suit, I could find 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 open eyes I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the forepart 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 feel quickly building inside me, I became slightly bluff. I could find Ken slowly exploring my prick with his bridge player, and in restoration I rolled my hip, gently and slowly thrusting into his manus ... I had given myself over to the position, totaly abandoned to any impression of guiltiness or wrongness, purely enjoying the lust of the situation, wanting for more ...

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 mitt from my trunks, 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 secure ... He stuck his deal immediately back into my short circuit, firmly grabbing my still grueling SOB ... but this meter, he ran his spit-slicked thumb on the merchantman of my cockhead, right where it meets the scape ... 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 star, the muscular buildup inside me, it felt like it was coming from the core of my being ....

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

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

What I did n't posting was that his early hand stayed exactly where it was, holding open the leg of my case ...

He withdrew his hand, but this clip, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his whole palm, slathering on as often expectoration as he could, and reached up again into my underdrawers, but this meter with both hands ... with his 'dry'hand he grabbed my shaft firmly, and with his former, gently grabbed my school principal, allowing it to slip around in his palm ... Within me I could feel that tension ... wanting him to keep, but not ... and now I could sense that familiar pang, knowing it would n't be long until I could no longer take it ...

I once again grabbed his mitt, urging him to stop. He pulled his hand out once more, licked it salutary, and again slid it back in my shorts exactly where it had been, and continued sliding his hand over my prick, urging me on ... it had become a game. Both of us knew that if he did this much retentive, I 'd lose control and shoot my warhead. So I 'd kibosh him, he 'd pause for just a moment, and then keep on to give me this dim and slippery handjob beneath the towel, licking his ribbon 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 business firm, that I 'd probably want to get up and meet 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 sustain my towel low to hide the tent in my lawsuit. I was trying to think of something to say, reaching for a ground 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 house, and to my joy discovered that my parents had gone out. It was, after all, a Saturday eventide. I raced upstairs and into the shower, still hard from the activity of the afternoon. I could n't wait to discharge all the tension that I was feeling ...

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

It took almost no prison term 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 rooster, still in that backseat ... I could feel jet after jet, shooting harder and farther than ever before, fueled by the verboten sentiment of doing this with my sidekick ...

I knew at that point that something was going to happen between us. I did n't have sex when, and I did n't know how, but I knew I was going to produce it happen.

And as luck would ingest it, I would n't give birth to wait long ....

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