Jackin with Corey II
My friend Corey was a cool dude. He was 15 and I was 17. This was back in the 1970s and there wasn't much to do in the country. Go fishing. Nothing much. Then we started masturbating together and life seemed much more interesting.
I remember he called me up one day to tell me he'd found some naked lady playing cards in a can floating in a creek and wanted to show them to me. Well, when I got there and we started looking at the cards, it was clear to me that Corey didn't know much about masturbation. In fact, he knew nothing. I had to show him. Wow! One thing led to another and we were going into the woods every few days to have some fun. The woods, his bedroom, my barn, construction sites, old diesel trucks, motel cabins, pretty much anywhere we could go to be alone, hard before we even got there, hard before we even sat down, hard all day long it seemed.
We'd do this and that and it always felt so wonderfully nasty, yet the best thing ever. Those teenage hormones, I guess. Then one time we were in the woods talking about dicks and girls and boobies when I heard him say kind of anxiously: 'I wish we could be nastier.' I guess he wasn't content with the sitting across from one another jerking off anymore. So, I got the big bright idea to have him lean against a tree with his pants still up. I slowly undid his fly and pulled his zipper down. Then I pulled his pants down and started rubbing his dick through his shorts. This was getting interesting. Then I took it out and began stroking it like I figured if it was me, that's how I'd like it. He was leaning up against that tree, his eyes closed, and this jerking somebody else instead of me and mine and him and his was a whole new, cool, exciting experience.
I put my finger up his ass and began moving it in and out and maybe, I'd like to think I gave him a decent prostate massage, but at the time, I just knew it felt good when I put a finger in my own ass and wiggled it around on a particular spot. I figured he'd like it too and it was all about being nasty. Corey began coming and it landed right in my eye and my lips. I forgot all about jerking my own dick and I could tell Corey was nervous about what had happened and had come and that was it for him for the day. We walked out of the woods, my eye stinging from his juice, and parted company, but I went immediately to the bathroom and jerked it until I blew a big load all over my chest and legs while sitting on the toilet.