Like most senior high school school tiddler, there were a crowd of us that hung out alot. We 'd joke around, apply each other a hard time, tantalize each other, normal kid stuff. And like most groups of kids that age, some of us had cars, and some of us had to borrow our parents'from meter to metre ...

It was the weekend, and we had decided to go to a popular hangout, a lake about an hours drive away, that had slides and chopine to leap from, probably effective described as the 80s equivalent of a pee park. By today 's standards it was n't a good deal, but there were normally a lot of hoi polloi there on summer weekends ( and pot of girlfriend for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to steer rest home after a foresightful 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, Frank. I asked, he assured me that he was good for the movement 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 centre of the backseat as a pillow. He was out. I leaned back against the door, kind of half sitting, half laying, diagonally across my side of meat of the seat. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The next 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 hand came to rest across me on my hip, his wrist was resting directly on my peter. 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 piddling bit of pressure I could feel myself starting to get backbreaking ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be deceased. I did n't move, tried my effective to appear to continue to sleep, and tried to will my shaft back down. It was n't working. After a day of gawking at all of the consistency on the beach, just a minuscule pressure was apparently all it took to get me going, and I could experience myself stiffening as I lay there.

Afraid of being found out and worried that my Quaker would fluff me for being gay ( not a cool thing back in those daylight ) I tried to adjust 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 - mortal else - touching my pecker. While I did n't desire to be discovered, I also did n't need it to end ...

I really had immix feelings inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. certainly enough, Ken, in his sleep, withdrew his arm. Not completely, but at least it was n't resting on my now fully-hard pecker anymore. I asked Frank if he was still good to get, to which he said he was. I adjusted, grabbed my towel and covered myself up, not so much to stay warm as to hide my hardon from showing through my swim trunks. 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 receive been as departed 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 military position, with his carpus once again wresting directly on my dick. And being fully hard, every blow we hit stimulated me as I could feel him on me. There was no way I was going to be able-bodied to slumber, so I faked it. I lay there, my nous racing as I argued within myself over the wrongness of it against the raw joy I was enjoying ...

After just a few mo I noticed that sometimes as we hit a protuberance Ken 's arm would sometimes almost seem to rub my hard dick. Through barely open middle, so as to come along 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 indisputable he did n't cognize I was awake, so I continued to fake sleep.

We continued that way for a number of miles, bumping along the road, me rock hard, enjoying the ace I was receiving. Then I felt it unmistakably ... he was pushing toilsome 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 inches ... and under the towel, he straight on snaffle my dick. He squeezed it ever so slightly. It felt like electricity was coursing through my body ...

This was something totally new to me. Sure, as guy cable we 'd establish each former a voiceless time, occasionally make jocularity about rat being gay or something like that, but never were grievous about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... holy crap. This was wrong, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his bridge player gently began to search my rigid tool through my shorts ... I was in both Heaven and hell on earth at the like time. I did n't know what to think, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't need it to stop. Now it was my turn ...

I 'adjusted'in my sleep, and turned my pelvis more toward Ken, to kick in him a little better access, and to also let him live 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 swimsuit. He pulled it up and away and slid his hand inside my suit to grab my dick. When he felt the mesh in my suit of clothes, I could feel him fishing to get inside, which he quickly did, and grabbed my pecker. Let me just say this ... if it felt like electrical energy before, this felt like nuclear office or something ...

Through barely afford centre I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the front fanny 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 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 hand ... I had given myself over to the state of affairs, totaly abandoned to any feelings of guilt or wrongness, purely enjoying the lust of the situation, wanting for more ...

It was at this breaker point that apparently Ken though it would be fun to ratchet it up a mountain pass, and labour the envelope.

He pulled his hand 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 deal from beneath the towel, slyly looked up at me with a grin, and licked his thumb but good ... He stuck his deal immediately back into my underdrawers, firmly grabbing my still unvoiced prick ... but this fourth dimension, 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 apparent 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 core of my being ....

Sure, at that stage in my sprightliness, I had played with myself probably hundreds of times. But this was dissimilar. This was someone else doing it to me. And it was my chum Ken, who I 'd known for days, and never talked about anything like this ... and it just felt like I was going to explode ...

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

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

He withdrew his script, but this time, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his whole medallion, slathering on as much spit as he could, and reached up again into my shorts, but this clock time with both hands ... with his 'dry'paw he grabbed my shaft firmly, and with his other, gently grabbed my head, allowing it to slide around in his palm ... Within me I could feel that tension ... wanting him to remain, but not ... and now I could find that familiar twinge, knowing it would n't be long until I could no longer drive it ...

I once again grabbed his hand, urging him to stop. He pulled his hand out once More, licked it undecomposed, 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 game. Both of us knew that if he did this much longer, I 'd lose control and shoot my load. So I 'd lay off him, he 'd hesitate for just a moment, and then continue to give me this dense and slippery handjob beneath the towel, licking his palm again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard hot dog, and my spirit stopped thinking that maybe we 'd been discovered. All was good, and he announced that we were approaching my home, 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 hold my towel low to obliterate the tent in my causa. 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 condition blue-balls.

I went in the house, and to my joy discovered that my parents had gone out. It was, after all, a Sabbatum even. I raced up the stairs and into the shower, still hard from the activity of the good afternoon. I could n't look to publish all the latent hostility that I was feeling ...

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

It took almost no prison term and I felt that conversant tactual sensation, my dick throbbing as it readied for liftoff ... as I exploded into my palm I fantasized that it was Ken rubbing my prick, still in that backseat ... I could experience jet after jet, shooting harder and farther than ever before, fueled by the taboo mentation of doing this with my buddy ...

I knew at that spot that something was going to occur 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 fate would have it, I would n't have to await long ....

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