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A Curious Hand

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When I was 12 years old, I had a best friend who I did everything with. Except jacking off with each other. Until one day he came over when my whole family was home. For the first couple of hours, we did the stuff we usually did: play video games, watch tv, and of course, talk about girls.
Before my friends come over I usually jack off to get rid of my urges, (because I act really horny, around a guy or girl when I don't wank myself every now and then).
But today I felt lazy and at the same time, curious what it would be like to see and touch another guy's cock. How different it would be to pump another guy. An hour before he was about to leave, my friend D, (to keep his name secret) jumped into my bed and pulled my blankets upon him. We both seemed tired, so I joined him under the covers.
As he 'took a nap' I stroked his jeans where D's cock would be. After several strokes, I felt D take my hand off him, only to unzip his pants to reveal a semi hard cock! The next thing I knew, D took my hand and put it on his growing cock as he said sexually,' If you wanted it, you should've asked.' I was hesitant at first, but I couldn't resist as his now sweaty cock grew to about 5.5'' in my hand.
I started to wank him harder and faster as D moaned and said my name every now and then.
I told him to shut up several times because my family were in the hallway near my room which made it even more exciting.
Soon D grabbed my already swollen cock and gave it a good wanking. Sometime later, we both came all over each other's hands. When we went to my bathroom (which is connected to my bedroom), we looked at each other through the mirror and saw how much cum we put on each other. Both of our chests were covered with cum. Before I left, I told D to never tell anyone about what just happened. He said, 'Ok' and left.
We never talked or mentioned it whenever he came over again except when I squeezed his juicy ass every now and then. The thing I regret is that I didn't wank him one last time before I moved, but I still have that one memory, thinking about it every now and then fantasizing about how I could've sucked his massive cock when I was wanking him.



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