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My First Hand Job-i Loved It!

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Our parents wanted us to get to know each other-is that what they meant??
I'm a guy, and I like to give hand jobs. I started when I was thirteen and my buddy and I discovered masturbation together...and some other things, too. One day I jacked him off down in his basement, and I was hooked. After that, whenever we'd get together to play, I would try to get him to let me stroke his cock. Usually he was eager to jack off himself, and then would let me stroke him for his second orgasm, when he was relaxed and laid back and I learned to tease him and keep him on the edge for a long, long time. Eventually, my family moved away, and I was shy about approaching any of the guys in my new school. I kind of forgot about jacking other guys, except for fantasies now and then, stimulated by attractive cocks I saw in the school showers, and one other guy, the son of a guy my dad worked with, who lived in another town. They had just moved in, and we went out to their new house-swimming pool and the works-partly so that his son and I could get to know each other. He was shy, I guess, and wasn't meeting many other kids. We were pretty different-I was quiet and bookish, and he was mostly into body things-sports, lifting weights, the pool. The first thing, after swimming, he wanted to do was show me his weights. Most guys don't appeal to me, but he was pretty handsome and buff and almost hairless, which made him attractive. And doing body things down in the basement brought up memories. He was talking a lot, about all the things he likes and likes to do, really wanting to be friends, and pretty soon I was wondering what it would be like to have my fingers around his cock. I didn't have much to say, but there was one thing that I really liked to do, and that was masturbate and suddenly I asked him, 'Do you like to masturbate?' Yeah, he said, he usually goes down to the basement to get away from his mom, works out, and gets horny. Without thinking, I told him about masturbating together with my friend, Bobby, and he was telling me just how he liked to stroke it. We both got pretty excited. Our parents were upstairs talking and drinking, and they hadn't even started the barbeque-we weren't going to be bothered. We were both in bathing suits, and Paul peeled his down to show a pretty large cock with a tuft of light hair around it. It was beautiful, straight and pink and cut and something about the soft way he handled it turned me on a WHOLE lot! He told me to strip and join him, and I pulled off my trunks, and suddenly I stepped next to him, touching his thigh with my cock, and slipped my fingers inside his, taking his cock in my palm. Oh, lord, I was excited, and he must have been too, because he surrendered. I don't know how long we stood there on the basement floor while I teased and tantalized him, but I remember that I stroked him faster and faster and harder, and was so excited that I was humping against his thigh, and when was about to cum he almost collapsed against me, and I came on his leg! I was totally shocked when he shot buckets of cum-I'd jacked of Bobby dozens of times, but that was before either of us had jizz! We didn't see each other for a while, unless you count after dinner, I think Paul was embarrassed by what he had enjoyed. When he got his driver's license, though, he came and found me several times, always very excited to park somewhere and let me play with him. When I moved away to college I definitely had hopes of finding more cocks to fondle and stroke-I was thoroughly hooked by Paul! About two weeks after moving into the dorms I jacked off with a guy across the hall and soon I was sneaking over to stroke him whenever his roommate was away.....

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