Like most high school day nipper, there were a bunch of us that hung out alot. We 'd joke around, give each other a hard time, rally each other, normal kid clobber. And like most groups of kids that age, some of us had railway car, 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 repair, a lake about an minute drive away, that had sloping trough and political platform to jump from, probably near described as the 80s combining weight of a H2O car park. By today 's standard it was n't practically, but there were normally a lot of people there on summer weekends ( and lots of young lady for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to head house after a recollective day horsing around, we headed out, and it became well-defined 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 goodness for the drive home, and to go ahead and slumber. 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 incline and was using the armrest in the eye of the backseat as a pillow. He was out. I leaned back against the doorway, sort of half sitting, one-half laying, diagonally across my incline of the hind end. I once again settled in and allowed myself to nod off.

The adjacent meter 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 carpus was resting directly on my dick. And being the new and sexually inexperienced 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 intemperate ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be at peace. I did n't affect, tried my unspoiled to look to carry on to sleep, 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 sense myself stiffening as I lay there.

Afraid of being found out and worried that my supporter would tease me for being gay ( not a chill thing back in those 24-hour interval ) I tried to line up and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No in effect. At the same metre, 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 flux feelings inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. Sure enough, Ken, in his nap, withdrew his arm. Not completely, but at to the lowest degree it was n't resting on my now fully-hard pecker anymore. I asked dog if he was still in effect to motor, to which he said he was. I adjusted, grabbed my towel and covered myself up, not so a good deal to stay warm as to hide my hardon from showing through my float trunks. I slid back down into my premature office to try to nod back off. It was then that I began to suspect that Ken might not take in been as departed as I had previously suspected ...

As I slid back down to get easy and go back to catch some Z's, Ken 's arm simultaneously slid back over to its late position, with his wrist once again wresting directly on my hawkshaw. 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 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 joy 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 operose dick. Through barely open middle, 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 enough he did n't have it off I was awake, so I continued to fake sleep.

We continued that way for a number of stat mi, bumping along the road, me rock hard, enjoying the esthesis 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 seem 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 take hold of 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 bozo we 'd give each other a hard time, occasionally make jokes about rat being gay or something like that, but never were serious about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... holy Irish bull. This was wrong, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his manus gently began to explore my rigid prick through my shorts ... I was in both Heaven and hell at the same time. I did n't know what to think, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't desire it to stop. Now it was my turn ...

I 'adjusted'in my sleep, and turned my hips more toward Ken, to give him a little bettor entree, and to also let him do it that I was enjoying what he was doing. He realized what I was doing, and if what he did before surprise me, I was about to be totally ball over ...

He once more 'adjusted'in his sleep, and under the covert 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 courtship to grab my dick. When he felt the mesh in my courtship, I could feel him fishing to get inside, which he quickly did, and grabbed my beam of light. Let me just say this ... if it felt the likes of electricity before, this felt like nuclear power or something ...

Through barely open eyes I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the front seat had the thin 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 bolder. I could find Ken slowly exploring my peter with his bridge player, and in return I rolled my hip joint, gently and slowly thrusting into his hand ... I had given myself over to the billet, totaly abandoned to any feelings of guilt or wrongness, purely enjoying the lust of the situation, wanting for more ...

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

He pulled his manus from my shorts, 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 smile, and licked his ovolo but beneficial ... He stuck his hand immediately back into my drawers, firmly grabbing my still hard asshole ... but this time, he ran his spit-slicked thumb on the bottom of my cockhead, right where it meets the shaft of light ... Wow. I had never experienced anything like this ... and it became apparent to me that this was n't something that I could retain very long ... the sensations, the mightily 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 hundred of times. But this was unlike. This was somebody else doing it to me. And it was my crony Ken, who I 'd known for long time, and never talked about anything like this ... and it just felt like I was going to set off ...

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

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

He withdrew his hand, but this metre, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his unharmed palm tree, slathering on as practically spit as he could, and reached up again into my shorts, but this meter with both hands ... with his 'dry'hand he grabbed my barb firmly, and with his other, gently grabbed my head, allowing it to slide around in his palm ... Within me I could palpate that tension ... wanting him to continue, but not ... and now I could feel that familiar twinge, knowing it would n't be long until I could no longer learn it ...

I once again grabbed his helping hand, urging him to stop. He pulled his hand out once Thomas More, licked it proficient, and again slid it back in my shorts exactly where it had been, and continued sliding his bridge player over my dick, urging me on ... it had become a game. Both of us knew that if he did this much thirster, I 'd miss control condition and shoot my load. So I 'd bar him, he 'd pause for just a moment, and then continue to make me this slow and tricky handjob beneath the towel, licking his palm again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard wiener, and my marrow stopped thinking that maybe we 'd been discovered. All was salutary, and he announced that we were approaching my house, 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 guard my towel low to hide the collapsible shelter in my courtship. I was trying to guess of something to say, reaching for a cause 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 eventide. I raced up the stairs and into the cascade, still hard from the activity of the afternoon. I could n't await to release all the tension that I was feeling ...

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

It took almost no time and I felt that familiar notion, my tool throbbing as it readied for liftoff ... as I exploded into my palm I fantasized that it was Ken rubbing my shaft, still in that backseat ... I could sense jet after jet, shooting harder and farther than ever before, fueled by the taboo thinking of doing this with my buddy ...

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

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

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