My Friend Bill
By the time I was 13, I had been masturbating for four years, but ejaculating for about six months. I had also been jacking off after school regularly with my friend Alan for about two years.
Both Alan and I were very secretive about our masturbation, solo and mutual, fearing the consequences of being caught. I never discussed the subject with anyone other than Alan. So it was a great surprise when Bill asked me out of the blue, when we were in his room, how often I jacked off.
I was flustered at first, but hesitatingly admitted that I was a regular peter beater. This conversation happened when I was sleeping over at Bill's one weekend. After my admission, Bill's next question was to ask if I had ever done it with another boy. He could tell from my deep red blush that the answer was yes before I admitted to this as well. By then, we were both rock hard.
He slipped his six-incher out, and asked to see mine. Feeling a little more relaxed, I got my rigid penis out as well. After we inspected the other's equipment, he locked the door, removed his clothes, and sat on the edge of one of the beds. I sat oppposite him on the other bed, and we began stroking our raging hards.
When we were about five minutes into the session, he opened a drawer in the night stand between the beds, took out two wash cloths, handed one to me, and we continued. It wasn't long afterward that we both came buckets in the cloths.
We both lay on our backs still holding our oozing peckers when out of curiosity I asked him if his mother knew that he had wash cloths in his bedroom. He replied that she did, and that she had written him a note telling him to use the cloths when he masturbated so that the come didn't get on his sheets and clothes.
We had a long conversation about our masturbation, recounting how we started, what techniques we used, and other peckerly matters. He also wanted to know if my other partner was someone he knew. I said that he was, but I couldn't give him the name without first asking my other partner if I could. I got permission, and later Bill joined Alan and me.
Both Alan and I were very secretive about our masturbation, solo and mutual, fearing the consequences of being caught. I never discussed the subject with anyone other than Alan. So it was a great surprise when Bill asked me out of the blue, when we were in his room, how often I jacked off.
I was flustered at first, but hesitatingly admitted that I was a regular peter beater. This conversation happened when I was sleeping over at Bill's one weekend. After my admission, Bill's next question was to ask if I had ever done it with another boy. He could tell from my deep red blush that the answer was yes before I admitted to this as well. By then, we were both rock hard.
He slipped his six-incher out, and asked to see mine. Feeling a little more relaxed, I got my rigid penis out as well. After we inspected the other's equipment, he locked the door, removed his clothes, and sat on the edge of one of the beds. I sat oppposite him on the other bed, and we began stroking our raging hards.
When we were about five minutes into the session, he opened a drawer in the night stand between the beds, took out two wash cloths, handed one to me, and we continued. It wasn't long afterward that we both came buckets in the cloths.
We both lay on our backs still holding our oozing peckers when out of curiosity I asked him if his mother knew that he had wash cloths in his bedroom. He replied that she did, and that she had written him a note telling him to use the cloths when he masturbated so that the come didn't get on his sheets and clothes.
We had a long conversation about our masturbation, recounting how we started, what techniques we used, and other peckerly matters. He also wanted to know if my other partner was someone he knew. I said that he was, but I couldn't give him the name without first asking my other partner if I could. I got permission, and later Bill joined Alan and me.
Posted on: 2004-12-06 00:00:00 |
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