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In the Woods

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It was the fall of my fourteenth year. My friend Ed and I (I've written about him before) often rode our bicycles in the forest near our houses. A lot of kids rode through those woods, over a well-worn trail, maybe a mile long, that ended at a big meadow on the far side. The trail was full of sharp turns and low hills; Ed and I would race each other as fast as we dared. Afterwards, out of breath, we'd stop and rest, talking about typical adolescent stuff. We even made ourselves a 'hideout' in some dense undergrowth not far from the trail.

As I wrote previously, Ed was my 'sex ed instructor,' as I came from a very strict home where such things were never discussed. While I was shy and submissive around other boys, Ed was more aggressive and often the first to bring up sexual subjects. One afternoon after school, we sat talking in our hideout, Ed telling me about his fantasies of girls. Then he said, 'I've got a hardon; I want you to jack me off.' I said OK. He stood up, unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his stiff dick. I stood right behind him, body to body, reached around with my right hand, and began to stroke him. He'd tell me to slow down or speed up. When my right hand got tired, I'd switch to the left.

The thrill of jacking him off in the open, plus the pressure of my dick against his ass as I reached around him, made me hard as a rock. My cock throbbed in the tight jeans we wore in those days. I thought Ed would never reach orgasm, but finally he said, 'OK, I'm going to come.' Then his hips bucked; he grunted, 'Unh,unh,' and shot his load onto the ground. I leaned around him to see it hit the ground; we could hear it splat, splat, as it fell onto the dry leaves. Ed whispered, 'Keep jerking me until it all comes out,' so I stroked him a few more times until his dick became limp. Of course I was dying for him to return the favor, but he just wiped off the end of his red dickhead, zipped his jeans, and said, 'OK, let's ride.' My underwear was wet with precum. I rushed home, ran upstairs to my room, and jacked off like a madman, hot from the memory of Ed's dick in my hand and the sound of his load hitting the dry leaves.



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