Like nigh high-pitched school Thomas Kyd, there were a bunch of us that hung out alot. We 'd joke around, make each other a hard time, tease each other, normal kid hooey. And like almost groups of youngster that age, some of us had cars, and some of us had to borrow our parents'from fourth dimension to prison term ...

It was the weekend, and we had decided to go to a pop stamping ground, a lake about an hours drive away, that had sliding board and weapons platform to jump from, probably best described as the 80s equivalent of a piss green. By today 's monetary standard it was n't much, but there were normally a lot of masses there on summer weekends ( and lots of little girl for us to oogle at ) and it was fun.

After we piled in the car to manoeuvre home after a hanker day horsing around, we headed out, and it became clear pretty immediate 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 good for the drive home, and to go ahead and sleep. I leaned back and settled in for the drive.

I do n't recognize how farsighted 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 midsection of the backseat as a pillow. He was out. I leaned back against the room access, sort of half sitting, half egg laying, diagonally across my side of the prat. 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 dick. And being the vernal 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 pressing I could feel myself starting to get hard ... I looked, and Ken appeared to be asleep. I did n't move, tried my best to appear to continue 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 palpate myself stiffening as I lay there.

Afraid of being found out and worried that my friends would bait me for being gay ( not a poise affair back in those day ) I tried to adjust and get out from under his arm without appearing to be awake. No unspoilt. At the same time, I noticed something else ... there was something within me that thoroughly enjoyed having something else - someone else - touching my beak. While I did n't want to be discovered, I also did n't need it to end ...

I really had mixed belief inside, but decided to try to do something about it. I 'awoke', and sat up somewhat. surely enough, Ken, in his rest, withdrew his arm. Not completely, but at to the lowest degree it was n't resting on my now fully-hard dick anymore. I asked dog if he was still honest to force, to which he said he was. I adjusted, grabbed my towel and covered myself up, not so much to stay warmly as to hide my hardon from showing through my swim torso. I slid back down into my late stance 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 well-fixed and go back to sleep, Ken 's arm simultaneously slid back over to its previous position, with his articulatio radiocarpea once again wresting directly on my dick. And being fully hard, every bump we hit stimulated me as I could feel him on me. There was no way I was going to be able-bodied to kip, so I faked it. I lay there, my mind racing as I argued within myself over the incorrectness 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 putz. Through barely heart-to-heart optic, so as to come along asleep, I looked down to assess the situation ... when I did, I saw Ken glimpse 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 know I was awake, so I continued to fake sleep.

We continued that way for a number of Roman mile, bumping along the road, me rock hard, enjoying the sense datum 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 surprisal ... he 'adjusted'in his nap ( at to the lowest degree 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 electricity was coursing through my body ...

This was something totally new to me. sure enough, as guys we 'd give each early a intemperate fourth dimension, occasionally constitute jokes about stinker being gay or something like that, but never were serious about it. Just teenage fun, right ? But this ... sanctum crap. This was awry, but so fun ...

Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his hand gently began to explore my stiff tool through my shorts ... I was in both heaven and Scheol at the Saame time. I did n't get it on what to guess, but I knew I was enjoying it, and did n't require it to contain. Now it was my turn ...

I 'adjusted'in my eternal rest, and turned my rosehip more toward Ken, to leave him a little considerably access, and to also let him know 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 traumatize ...

He once more 'adjusted'in his sleep, and under the covering of the towel, with his bridge player that was 'under'him, found the leg opening of my swimsuit. He pulled it up and away and slid his hand inside my cause to grab my peter. When he felt the mesh in my suit, I could feel 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 superpower or something ...

Through barely give eyes I looked forward, and realized that neither of them in the front rump had the slight idea of what was going on with Ken and I. Between knowing that they were clueless, and the horniness that I could finger quickly building inside me, I became slightly sheer. I could palpate Ken slowly exploring my dick with his mitt, and in issue I rolled my hips, gently and slowly thrusting into his hand ... I had given myself over to the situation, totaly abandoned to any feeling of guilt or wrongness, purely enjoying the lustfulness of the situation, wanting for Sir Thomas More ...

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

He pulled his hand from my short pants, which naturally made me reckon 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 good ... He stuck his hand immediately back into my short circuit, firmly grabbing my still hard prick ... but this fourth dimension, he ran his spit-slicked pollex on the underside of my cockhead, right where it meets the shaft ... Wow. I had never experienced anything like this ... and it became apparent to me that this was n't something that I could stay very long ... the sensations, the powerful buildup inside me, it felt like it was coming from the core of my being ....

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

I reached over and grabbed his hand 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 rive his hired hand, indicating that he would withdraw. I let his hand go.

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

He withdrew his hand, but this clip, while coyly glancing up at me, licked his unanimous decoration, slathering on as much saliva as he could, and reached up again into my shorts, but this time with both hands ... with his 'dry'deal he grabbed my shaft firmly, and with his other, gently grabbed my head, allowing it to skid around in his medal ... Within me I could feel that latent hostility ... wanting him to extend, but not ... and now I could feel that associate pang, knowing it would n't be long until I could no longer take it ...

I once again grabbed his paw, urging him to stop. He pulled his hand out once more than, licked it good, 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 tenacious, I 'd lose control and shoot my load. So I 'd stop him, he 'd pause for just a here and now, and then bear on to apply me this behind and slippery handjob beneath the towel, licking his palm again every so often ...

Suddenly I heard dog, and my heart stopped thinking that maybe we 'd been discovered. All was good, and he announced that we were approaching my house, that I 'd probably want to get up and pile up 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 bear my towel low to hide the tent in my courting. I was trying to mean 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 Saturday eve. I raced upstairs and into the exhibitioner, still hard from the body process of the afternoon. I could n't wait to release all the tension that I was feeling ...

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

It took almost no clip and I felt that familiar feeling, my dick throbbing as it readied for liftoff ... as I exploded into my medal I fantasized that it was Ken rubbing my turncock, still in that backseat ... I could sense jet after jet, shooting harder and farther than ever before, fueled by the tabu opinion of doing this with my crony ...

I knew at that item that something was going to chance 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 hold to wait long ....

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