A couple of years ago, back when I was 14, it was the middle of a hot, dry summer in Missouri. A friend of the family happened to be in town because he and his family worked for a carnival and our town was on their list of stops. The grownups played cards and drank, while me and their son, Eugene, goofed around doing nothing much.
When it came to be about 10pm, Eugene's parents went to a hotel and left Eugene there to stay the night. We both slept on the fold out couch. I was so horny laying there next to Eugene, so I started to jack off. A moment later Eugene said he could feel the bed moving and wanted to know if I was jacking off. I said: 'Uh, maybe...' Then he seemed to ignore what I was doing. I kept stroking myself, feeling better and better until I heard him whisper: 'Is that all you do?' I took that as an invitation to reach over and rub him through his underwear. He was nice and hard, so I said I do a lot and I showed him. I don't know why, but I started kissing him and tonguing him and he was all in for it. I jacked him as he jacked me. We shot juice everywhere. The next morning I woke him up with a hand job.