Imagination Enhanced Handjob

The coming of spring limited the mutual jerk offs in the shed to only weekends because it was too light in the evening on homework nights for us to both enter the shed without arousing suspicion. In the interim, my solo jacking was filled with fantasizing about the one time with Marie. How I wish I could have duplicated her hand with my own, but human physiology prevented me from jacking myself with my thumb toward the head and my palm over the top side of my cock. Ross was getting better at jacking me just by trying on me stuff I did with my hand stroking his dick. I'm only being critical of his technique in hindsight. Believe me, back then I was in the moment and getting my cock jacked I wasn't complaining. And it certainly didn't keep me from ejaculating. With the events of the winter and the improving quality of his handjobs, I couldn't wait for summer when the tent sleep outs in his back yard would, hopefully, resume. They did. It was a ferociously humid and hot June night when we had our first outing that year. We sat outside at first but as long as we did, his mom stayed outside too. He motioned that we go to the back yard and into the canvas tent we went. And, even with the tent door opened, we sweat. By the time the lights went off in his parent's bedroom we, and our clothes, were totally soaked. There was a bit of sex talk, but it took a little more than that to get me hard and bothered. At his signal we got undressed. Now my nipples and cock rapidly rose to the occasion as I knew I would be the first to get my load cut loose. Without a word I got on my back, folded my hands up behind my head, and partially opened my legs. The Moon was just past full and very bright: so much so that the inside of the tent was dimly illuminated and I could easily make out my hard, shiny, cock jumping rhythmically away from my body. As he oriented himself to jack me off I could see my body glistening with sweat and my chest rising and falling. I was turned on by the sight of my aroused, "ready to receive" self and my body stiffened and shuddered in response. He wiped off my precum and started pumping my dick. I ignored the firmer grip, rougher hand, and mechanical stroking and thought of Marie. I imagined her in the turquoise two-piece swimsuit I saw her in when she first got my attention the previous summer. Sitting on her legs folded underneath her and steadying herself with her left hand on my glistening, heaving chest, she was stoking away at me with her right hand. She was focusing on my cock and her mouth was partially opened. Oh, how I would have loved to have my dick disappearing into those full, luscious lips, but thinking of that too much would have popped me right then. I started concentrating on a bead of sweat that was working its way down her face just in front of her ear. When it disappeared under her chin I was drawn to the sweat-shiny mounds of her chest, pressed together by the circumstance of her arm crossed over her body to do the stroking. Her one tit tweaked every time she stroked me and I noticed a lucky drop of sweat heading for the valley between her tits. A drop of pre had meandered down and fallen through my much expanded crop of pubic hair and I twitched when I felt it hit my skin. No matter what I thought, the dull tingling feeling in my cock was building and my tightened ball sack was getting patted on each down stroke. The pre ejaculation burn didn't last long and, as my legs shuddered uncontrollably, I felt hot, sticky cum landing here and there all over my chest. It took a while to recover from that and it was him, with one good slap to the side of my knee, that brought me back to reality. Switching positions I was now looking at a shiny, lean, chiselled body. Protruding out of a forest of dark, almost straight, pubic hair and bending to lie flat against his lower abdomen, was that unbelievable cock. I stood it up and let the head of it poke between my fingers as I slid my hand down its thick, triangular length. Then back up and down again. It went on like this for quite a while; a series of ups and downs and ups, then a finger spread slide. I added a twisting motion and picked up speed as his breathing got shallow and short. I kept pumping past his grunt and through his ejaculation. The feel of slick cum in my hand and associated clicking sound in time with my stroking confirmed I had hit the jackpot. My cock had re-erected long before this and I occasionally stroked the underside of my ball sack (a new zinger I had discovered playing with myself) while jerking him off to build up another batch of horny that I would pump out of myself after he was asleep.