Like most high schoolhouse kids, there were a bunch of us that hung out alot. We 'd joke around, give each other a punishing time, tease each other, normal kid poppycock. And like virtually radical of small fry that age, some of us had cars, 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 hangout, a lake about an hours drive away, that had slides and platforms to jump from, probably best described as the 80s equivalent of a water system park. By today 's standards it was n't much, but there were normally a lot of multitude there on summer weekends ( and good deal of daughter for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to head up menage after a long day horsing around, we headed out, and it became exculpated pretty flying 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 unspoilt for the driveway home, and to go ahead and sleep. I leaned back and settled in for the drive.

I do n't do it 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 English and was using the armrest in the centre of the backseat as a pillow. He was out. I leaned back against the door, sorting of half sitting, half laying, diagonally across my side of the seat. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The future 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 manus came to stay across me on my hip, his wrist was resting directly on my cock. And being the Whitney Moore Young Jr. and sexually inexperient guy that I was ( that we all were at that point ), that was all it took, and with just that little bit of pressure I could feel myself starting to get knockout ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be numb. I did n't move, tried my best to appear to continue to kip, and tried to will my dick back down. It was n't working. After a day of gawking at all of the bodies on the beach, just a little pressure was apparently all it took to get me going, and I could palpate 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 matter 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 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 want it to end ...

I really had mixed belief inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. sure as shooting enough, Ken, in his sopor, 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 drive, to which he said he was. I adjusted, grabbed my towel and covered myself up, not so much to stay warm as to obliterate my hardon from showing through my swim trunks. I slid back down into my previous view to try to nod back off. It was then that I began to surmise that Ken might not have been as departed as I had previously suspected ...

As I slid back down to get well-to-do and go back to log Z's, Ken 's arm simultaneously slid back over to its old position, with his wrist once again wresting directly on my gumshoe. And being fully hard, every protrusion 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 judgment racing as I argued within myself over the wrongness of it against the raw delight I was enjoying ...

After just a few minutes I noticed that sometimes as we hit a blow Ken 's arm would sometimes almost seem to rub my hard dick. Through barely open air eyes, 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 eff 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 sensations I was receiving. Then I felt it unmistakably ... he was pushing tough 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 future took me totally by surprisal ... he 'adjusted'in his sleep ( at least it would look 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 putz. He squeezed it ever so slightly. It felt like electricity was coursing through my body ...

This was something totally new to me. sure, as guys we 'd give each other a severely time, occasionally produce antic 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 sleep, but his hand gently began to explore my rigid tool through my underdrawers ... I was in both promised land and hell at the same time. I did n't lie with what to think, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't want it to kibosh. Now it was my turn ...

I 'adjusted'in my sleep, and turned my pelvic girdle more toward Ken, to give way him a little better 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 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 deal that was 'under'him, found the leg opening of my swimsuit. He pulled it up and away and slid his hand inside my lawsuit to grab my dick. When he felt the mesh in my suit, I could feel him fishing to get inside, which he quickly did, and grabbed my irradiation. Let me just say this ... if it felt like electrical energy before, this felt like nuclear power or something ...

Through barely open centre I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the front man seat 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 find quickly building inside me, I became slightly bolder. I could feel Ken slowly exploring my dick with his hand, and in recurrence I rolled my hips, gently and slowly thrusting into his script ... I had given myself over to the situation, totaly abandoned to any touch sensation of guilt feelings or wrongness, purely enjoying the lust of the situation, wanting for Thomas More ...

It was at this peak that apparently Ken though it would be fun to ratchet it up a snick, and drive the envelope.

He pulled his hand from my drawers, which naturally made me face 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 quarter round but salutary ... He stuck his hired hand immediately back into my shorts, firmly grabbing my still hard putz ... but this time, he ran his spit-slicked thumb on the underside of my cockhead, right where it meets the shaft ... Wow. I had never experienced anything like this ... and it became evident to me that this was n't something that I could remain very long ... the sensations, the sinewy buildup inside me, it felt like it was coming from the core of my being ....

Sure, at that point in my liveliness, I had played with myself probably hundreds of clock time. But this was different. This was mortal else doing it to me. And it was my brother Ken, who I 'd known for class, 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 swimming costume, squeezing it to signalize that he should halt. He did, looking up at me. I shook my read/write head, ever so slightly, indicating no. I felt him commit his hand, indicating that he would call in. I let his hand go.

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

He withdrew his hired hand, but this time, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his whole palm, slathering on as much spit as he could, and reached up again into my shorts, but this time with both hands ... with his 'dry'hand he grabbed my shaft firmly, and with his other, gently grabbed my read/write head, allowing it to slither around in his ribbon ... Within me I could feel that tenseness ... wanting him to keep on, but not ... and now I could feel that familiar twinge, knowing it would n't be long until I could no longer aim it ...

I once again grabbed his hand, urging him to stop. He pulled his manus out once More, licked it good, and again slid it back in my shorts exactly where it had been, and continued sliding his hand over my pecker, urging me on ... it had become a game. Both of us knew that if he did this much foresighted, I 'd lose control and shoot my incumbrance. So I 'd cease him, he 'd pause for just a moment, and then cover to present me this retard and slippy handjob beneath the towel, licking his palm again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard hot dog, and my centre stopped thinking that maybe we 'd been discovered. All was goodness, and he announced that we were approaching my house, 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 keep back my towel low to obliterate the tent in my suit of clothes. I was trying to intend 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 house, and to my joy discovered that my parents had gone out. It was, after all, a Sabbatum even. I raced upstairs and into the exhibitor, still hard from the bodily process of the afternoon. I could n't look to give up all the tension that I was feeling ...

I soaped up, grabbed my prick, and started tugging, allowing my creative thinker to go back to the car drive ...

It took almost no time and I felt that familiar tactile sensation, my pecker throb as it readied for liftoff ... as I exploded into my medallion I fantasized that it was Ken rubbing my tool, still in that backseat ... I could find jet after jet, shooting harder and farther than ever before, fueled by the taboo thought of doing this with my brother ...

I knew at that spot that something was going to happen between us. I did n't make out when, and I did n't know how, but I knew I was going to make it happen.

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

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