Things are not always what they seem.
When I was barely 17, I managed to get kicked out of my parents' house for almost a year, and a family friend took me in.
They were more like actual family than just friends of the family, because I had known them as far back as I could remember. They had a 14-year-old son. I will refer to him as 'CH' for the first two letters of his real name.
'CH' and I shared a bedroom; we slept on bunk beds with 'CH' on top and me on bottom. Many nights when I first got there, I was kept awake by the bed squeaking in a rhythmic pattern and I could hear a 'Whoosh Whoosh' sound.
So I am thinking, 'Wow, I am in a dimly lit room, the door is closed and I am alone with someone that is jacking off right above my head and we are both horny.' Those first nights I would silently jack off and have some of the best orgasms of my life being sure of what was happening right above me.
Every night I knew to look forward to this sound and started to jack off after 'CH' finished doing his thing and it wasn't long before I was trying to be heard just in case 'CH' wanted a mutual session.
Also on most of these nights before or during the 'squeaking' 'CH' would throw down piece by piece his pajamas and I just knew he was up there naked, legs spread open jacking off.
Then for a couple nights he did not make the bed squeak and I was worried that he had become too shy to do it around me anymore, but sure enough, he started again one night.
I decided that I would jump up and witness for myself this spectacle and either I would see him jacking off and possibly cumming or even better it would start a series of mutual sessions. So that night I waited a few minutes after the squeaking noise started and jumped up from the lower bunk up to see my cousins' upper bunk. I had my penis out of my lounge pants already dripping pre-cum from pure anticipation and a little help from my hands.
Rather than seing 'CH' in the heat of a great 'Solo' session, what I observed was 'CH' fanning himself just laying there in his underwear. When he saw me he simply said: 'Hope I didn't wake you, it's just so hot in here... I wish my mom would turn on the air-conditioner like she did the other day.' My penis immediately went limp as I realized the sounds I heard all those nights were nothing but the innocent act of a boy trying to cool himself down by using a Japanese style fan. He'd stripped down to his underwear because his PJs were flannel and hot, and he had not made the bed squeak those days because his mom turned on the A.C. it was all so plain to me then and dissapointing.
The furthest I ever went with him was getting him to admit that he did masturbate and he thought it was normal but other than that we never had the mutual session I was day-dreaming about. Sometimes I wish I would have just let my imagination run wild than to kill my fantasy with reality.
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