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Jackin' with Ben again

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Jackin' with Ben again by LukeA couple of years ago (I was probably 16 or nearly 16) we were having a now completed extension built. However, in order for the foundations to be completely constructed a tiny but well built breeze block shelter that used to house an outside toilet had to be removed. The builder who had been toiling for a few weeks had demolished the outhouse and was now having a well deserved day off and so it was up to the family to shift the pile of rubble. Myself, Dad, Mum and a friend who had a rather handy tractor and trailer began loading the block fragments into the trailer. I don't know how people can complain about Britain being a cold place when to be honest it isn't, especially on this day in the middle of summer. After a while we were all down to shirts and shorts with the heat baking down on us. Mum then suddenly said to me 'This would be quicker with another pair of hands, why don't you give Ben a ring to see if he's available?' So in I go and after changing from my hot jeans into some thinner trousers I rang Ben. He told me that he was and had been home alone for most of the day so he was more than happy to come down and give us a hand and that he would be round shortly. I put the phone down and wondered if he still remembered what happened at his house a while before (see 'Jackin' with Ben'). I went outside to join my ard working colleagues. Dad said 'Once this lot is on the trailer us grown-ups are going to take it to where we can get rid of it so you and Ben can relax and have a bite to eat, okay?' That was fine with me. About quartar of an hour later Ben appeared. Everyone said 'hello' and 'how are you' and 'isn't it hot today' and we all got on with the task in hand. Before long it started to get even hotter so I had to retire to the kitchen to get a drink of water (best thirst quencher there is). I decided also that it would be good idea to remove my boxer shorts and just wear my trousers, no one would notice. So into my bedroom I went, I dropped the trousers and the boxers and sat on my cool bed for a minute. All i was wearing were my shirt and some silly sandals quite unsuitable for the work we were doing and it felt really good not wearing anything on my lower half. I recall that my balls were dangling lower due to the intense heat, sort of at the point that if you masturbate fast enough they swing about and slap your hand. After my little cooling off period I pulled only my trousers back on and rejoined the group outside. About an hour and a half later the rubble was finally all in the trailer. The grown-ups had just gone off in tractor and accompanying car to dispose of it which left me and Ben alone sitting on a section of wall. 'Thank got that's over', I said to no one in particular. 'It's certainly warm out here', said Ben. The back garden was at the same height as the top of the low wall we were sitting on so I flopped backwards until I was lying down. I had quite forgotten that there was only a very thin pair of trousers preventing me from exposing myself so my member made a not unpleasant but none the less noticeable lump in my trousers which Ben obviously saw. 'You don't have anything on under your trousers do you', remarked Ben. 'I'm sorry?' I said. And I looked down my body to see the bump that had caught Ben's attention. 'Yeah well', I stuttered, 'cut me some slack it's bloody hot out here!' Ben frowned at me, 'Chill out', he said, 'no one can blame you, besides I havn't got anything on underneath either'. My ball sack had stuck itself to the inside of my left leg and I could visualise what Ben might do next. If he dropped his trousers just to show me that that was all he was wearing it would not have surprised me. 'You ever bashed the bishop out here?' asked Ben after a hot uncomfortable pause. 'What!?' I said in astonishment. 'You know', said Ben, 'jacked off'. 'Yes I know what "bash the bishop" means', I said, 'why on earth did you ask me that?' 'Well', said Ben, 'it's just that having a quick tug in your bedroom is far less satisfying than having one outside in the open air, and look at this opportunity that's being wasted'. I thought for a moment. 'Fine', I said, 'if you want to bash your bishop then i'm not stopping you'. 'You have to aswell', said Ben. 'Sorry', I replied, 'I can't really be bothered'. There was another pause during which I was considering taking up Ben's offer. 'I'll do it for you then', he said finally. I was quite surprised to hear Ben say that, but not half as surprised as I was when he put his hand on my crotch. 'Er....', I said. Then the worst happened, as he lifted his hand away the bulge started getting bigger. 'See', he said, 'your getting hard, so you may as well have a wank'. I definately was getting hard, completely without realising it I was soon solid. My trousers now sporting a rigid 6 inch protrusion. It was obvious that Ben was dying for a hand job. The next bit I swear to be true. 'Whatever', I said. Ben then dropped his trousers, his manhood reaching more or less vertically like a rocket before take off. As if that wasn't enough he then lifted his feet and pulled his trousers clean away. He then, despite the fact that the neighbors could glance over the garden wall at any time, took his shirt off and so was standing there naked except for his trainers. He was solid like myself. He sat back down. 'Are you mad!?' I said, 'what if somebody sees you here like that, what if the people at school find out, i'll be killed!' 'Stop worrying', said Ben, 'who is going to bother with looking over your wall when it's much easier to just sunbathe?' 'Fine', I said, 'well get on with it then'. 'Let's jack each other off', he said. 'Alright', I replied. I stood up and dropped my trousers but it was only going that far. I sat back down with my still very hard cock sticking forward. Ben immediately put his left hand round it and started beating. It felt pretty damn good to have someone else doing it for me. 'Slow down', I warned, 'or i'll shoot before i've even started on yours'. 'Really'? said Ben, 'it takes me ages to cum, unless like today when i'm really in the mood'. So I gave in and wrapped my hand round Ben's dick. I was quite pleased at having the bigger of the two and I began jerking Ben rapidly. I kept having to tell Ben to stop if he didn't want me losing my mess before he did. We were at this for a litle while, I had to stop because my arm started to ache half way through, it seemed as though Ben would never cum. Suddenly he sped and started shuddering, 'I'm going to cum', he said. About bloody time, I thought. 'Well finish me off quickly then!' I said. Ben jerked suddenly and breathed out heavily as cum shot out of his cock and went flying forth to splatter on the path. I kept jacking him so that drops of jizz landed on him, that would teach him for taking his clothes off in my garden. I suddenly stopped and my legs sort of jerked as I my prick suddenly spewed my cum which landed pretty much where Ben's did. I breathed a sigh and lay back down, my still hard cock sticking upwards and I could feel the last rivulets of sperm trickling down it. 'Thats better', said Ben, 'thanks I needed it'. He stood and picked up his clothes. 'I had better get a wash and get dressed', he said. He went inside. I remained laying there with my now flaccid member lying in the direction of my stomach. I eventually waddled inside to clean myself up. 'I'm off home', said Ben, 'we ought to do this again', he said and walked out the door. I got cleaned up and washed the cum off the path and finally sat down to watch the TV but it was definately a day that I would not forget in a hurry.