Reading others' stories provoked memories of my own. This happened one summer day between me and my friend Alan when he was spending the weekend with me.
Alan and I had known each other our entire lives. Both of us were rather shy, and ordinarily never would have said anything about masturbation although by this time I had been masturbating for nearly two years. It was great fun for me, but I was ashamed of my compulsive irresistible need, and didn't want anyone to know of it. So it was a problem having Alan around, how was I going to wank with him in my room? The problem was one which was to solve itself.
After we bathed, we were sitting around in our briefs talking to one another when out of the blue Alan asked me point blank, 'How often do you jerk off?' I was stunned, and felt my face turn cherry red. He couldn't miss my embarrassment, smiled, and said, 'I jerk off two or three times a day, don't you?'
I nodded affirmatively to him. Then he slipped out of his briefs revealing a thick hard penis about six inches long, and said, 'I'm going to jerk off now, do you want to beat your meat too?'
I gulped, but took my briefs off to let him see my equally hard but less big penis. He sat on the side of the bed pounding his peter while I gaped at him. He said, 'don't just stand there wank it.' So I sat down beside him, and we did the first of what would be many jerk off sessions. It didn't take either of us long to come. When it was over, we went to my bathroom and cleaned up. Then we got in bed naked together, and fell asleep. The next morning we awoke with the usual adolescent hard-ons, and had our second wank together.