My First Mature Jo Buddy

I masturbated often with my friend, Bobby. We began before either of us had pubic hair or semen, and my family moved to a small town in Southern California a few months after Bobby had his first drops of semen appear, and before mine. In my new town I was alone to watch hair appear around my crotch, and to taste my first drops. I masturbated often, and missed jacking with Bobby.

It was a few months before I met Buddy, and we discovered our mutual interest one afternoon in his basement room, a few minutes after I'd asked if he had ever jacked off with anyone. Buddy had, he said, and the next thing we were there on his couch, pants around our legs, watching each other jack. I was overwhelmed. Buddy had a full shock of hair between his legs, his cock was full size, and he shot gobs of sperm. And for the first time, I had the thrill of showing someone else my little ropes of cum. We were down there the next afternoon, and the next and the next. Buddy loved masturbation, and masturbated, as much as I did, and though he'd jacked off with a few friends, none of them had been so devoted as I was to the sport, and to watching him wank himself to one orgasm after another. I had never seen anything so thrilling as his mature (to my eyes) cock hard and stiff between his fingers.

Even better, both of Buddy's parents worked, and we had his home to ourselves every day after school. Sometimes we were joined by other guys, especially Jason, who liked to lie on the floor naked to masturbate with us. If we didn't go over to Buddy's after school, you can be sure that I jacked off later that night thinking of masturbating with them. Both of us were away most of the summer with our families, and when school started again, we both also had other activities, sports and some clubs. We didn't get together nearly as often, and when we did it was incredibly hot. Buddy and I jacked together, on and off, through girlfriends and into college until we both drifted apart. I still think of him often.