Like most high schooling kids, there were a bunch of us that hung out alot. We 'd jest around, give each other a hard sentence, razz each other, normal kid clobber. And like most radical of kids that age, some of us had machine, 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 haunt, a lake about an hours drive away, that had slide and program to skip from, probably serious described as the 80s equivalent of a water supply park. By today 's touchstone it was n't much, but there were normally a lot of people there on summer weekends ( and lots 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 gain pretty quick that we were all tired. I started to nod off, but felt bad for our device driver, Frank. I asked, he assured me that he was ripe for the drive home, and to go ahead and catch some Z's. I leaned back and settled in for the drive.

I do n't know how hanker I had been out for, but when I awoke I noticed that Ken, my backseat associate, had also fallen asleep, and in doing so had leaned over on his position and was using the armrest in the heart of the backseat as a pillow. He was out. I leaned back against the doorway, sort of half sitting, half laying, diagonally across my side of the seat. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The side by side 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 handwriting came to rest across me on my hip, his wrist was resting directly on my pecker. And being the unseasoned and sexually inexperient guy that I was ( that we all were at that tip ), that was all it took, and with just that little bit of pressure sensation I could feel myself starting to get severely ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be gone. I did n't impress, tried my upright to look to continue to sleep, and tried to will my hawkshaw back down. It was n't working. After a day of gawking at all of the bodies on the beach, just a niggling 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 tease me for being gay ( not a cool off thing back in those years ) I tried to align and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No undecomposed. At the Sami time, I noticed something else ... there was something within me that thoroughly enjoyed having something else - person else - touching my pecker. While I did n't desire to be discovered, I also did n't want it to end ...

I really had mix in 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 neb anymore. I asked hot dog 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 abide affectionate 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 suspect that Ken might not have been as departed as I had previously suspected ...

As I slid back down to get comfortable and go back to slumber, Ken 's arm simultaneously slid back over to its old position, with his wrist once again wresting directly on my shaft. 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 to sleep, so I faked it. I lay there, my mind racing as I argued within myself over the inappropriateness of it against the raw pleasance I was enjoying ...

After just a few minutes I noticed that sometimes as we hit a gibbosity Ken 's arm would sometimes almost seem to rub my hard hawkshaw. Through barely open eyes, so as to appear asleep, I looked down to assess the billet ... when I did, I saw Ken coup d'oeil up ever so slightly, seeing if I was awake. A-ha ! He was awake, and knew what he was doing ! There was no fault 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 telephone number of mile, bumping along the route, me rock strong, enjoying the wizard 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 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 grabbed my putz. He squeezed it ever so slightly. It felt like electrical energy was coursing through my body ...

This was something totally new to me. trusted, as guy cable we 'd leave each other a difficult time, occasionally stool jest about so-and-so being gay or something like that, but never were serious about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... holy shit. This was wrong, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his hand gently began to research my rigid tool through my trunks ... I was in both nirvana and inferno at the same time. I did n't recognize what to think, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't want it to hold back. Now it was my good turn ...

I 'adjusted'in my eternal sleep, and turned my pelvis more toward Ken, to give him a niggling substantially access, and to also let him sleep with 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 quietus, and under the cover of the towel, with his hand that was 'under'him, found the leg hatchway of my swimsuit. He pulled it up and away and slid his hand inside my suit to grab my putz. When he felt the net in my suit of clothes, I could finger him fishing to get inside, which he quickly did, and grabbed my shaft. Let me just say this ... if it felt same electricity before, this felt like nuclear exponent or something ...

Through barely unfastened oculus I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the front man seat had the slightest approximation of what was going on with Ken and I. Between knowing that they were clueless, and the horniness that I could palpate quickly building inside me, I became slightly bolder. I could feel Ken slowly exploring my hawkshaw with his hand, and in return I rolled my coxa, gently and slowly thrusting into his hand ... I had given myself over to the situation, totaly abandoned to any feelings of guilt or wrongness, purely enjoying the lustfulness of the situation, wanting for more ...

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

He pulled his hand from my shortstop, which naturally made me count to see what was going on. He was looking up at me, making certain that I saw what he was doing. He quietly pulled his hand from beneath the towel, slyly looked up at me with a smiling, and licked his thumb but proficient ... He stuck his hand immediately back into my shorts, firmly grabbing my still firmly shit ... but this time, he ran his spit-slicked thumb on the ass of my cockhead, right where it meets the shaft ... Wow. I had never experienced anything like this ... and it became seeming to me that this was n't something that I could keep on very long ... the mavin, the powerful buildup inside me, it felt like it was coming from the core of my being ....

Sure, at that point in my spirit, I had played with myself probably C of multiplication. But this was different. This was someone else doing it to me. And it was my crony Ken, who I 'd known for years, and never talked about anything like this ... and it just felt like I was going to break loose ...

I reached over and grabbed his deal through my swimsuit, squeezing it to signal that he should hold on. He did, looking up at me. I shook my oral sex, ever so slightly, indicating no. I felt him pull in his hand, indicating that he would move back. I let his hired man go.

What I did n't observation was that his other mitt stayed exactly where it was, holding open the leg of my cause ...

He withdrew his helping hand, but this prison term, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his unit medallion, slathering on as a great deal spit as he could, and reached up again into my boxers, but this time with both script ... with his 'dry'deal he grabbed my barb firmly, and with his early, gently grabbed my head, allowing it to slue around in his thenar ... Within me I could feel that tautness ... 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 take it ...

I once again grabbed his helping hand, urging him to stop. He pulled his paw out once more than, licked it good, and again slid it back in my trunks exactly where it had been, and continued sliding his bridge player over my peter, 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 stop him, he 'd pause for just a moment, and then continue to devote me this tiresome and slippery handjob beneath the towel, licking his palm again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard hotdog, and my heart stopped thinking that maybe we 'd been discovered. All was ripe, and he announced that we were approaching my theatre, that I 'd probably want to get up and pull together 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 hide the collapsible shelter in my suit. I was trying to think of something to say, reaching for a reasonableness 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 up the stairs and into the shower, still hard from the natural process of the afternoon. I could n't hold back to resign all the tension that I was feeling ...

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

It took almost no meter and I felt that familiar feeling, my gumshoe throbbing as it readied for liftoff ... as I exploded into my palm I fantasized that it was Ken rubbing my peter, still in that backseat ... I could palpate jet after jet, shooting harder and farther than ever before, fueled by the tabu intellection of doing this with my brother ...

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

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

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