My Pal, Scott, and I (Part 3)

As teenagers, both Scott and I were really into girls. Sadly, they were not quite into us yet. So we continued to be into each other and explore other boundaries. We didn't think of ourselves as gay or bisexual. We just enjoyed jacking off together. All these years later, I still can't categorize our relationship. We are now both married to two beautiful women and have wonderful children. What happened in adolescence was what it was. Scott and I continued to meet up at his house most afternoons after school. With his older sister and brother away at college, and his mom and dad at work, we had the house to ourselves for at least an hour and a half. Since Scott's mom caught us and then essentially gave us permission to masturbate at their house, we were now jacking off frequently and virtually guilt-free. We still had to be careful. We weren't sure where Scott's dad stood on the subject. Most often, we would get a copy of Playboy, Penthouse, and even the occasional Hustler from his dad's stash. We went up to Scott's bedroom and locked the door, we didn't want anyone unexpectedly interrupting us. We would pull off our pants and shorts, grab some lube and beat our meat. We made sure to have either wash cloths or tissues nearby. We didn't want to get our cum either on the magazines or the bedspread. The majority of our afternoons together we would masturbate near each other so that we could watch the other. But as time went by, we began to touch each other more frequently while we were spanking the monkey. This eventually grew into mutual masturbation, either at the same time, or one after the other. His hand on my cock felt awesome, and I loved to touch and squeeze his too. I especially enjoyed when Scott would cum and I would hold the head of his penis so that the semen went into my hand. Lubricated with his goo, I kept jacking him until he couldn't take it anymore. One of my favorite memories was of spending Saturday afternoons together in his den. Often his parents would be out doing errands, and we would just lounge around on the couch or the floor watching old horror movies or cowboy flicks. We would get together and put our hands down each others pants. I loved to feel his limp wiener grow into a hard log of meat. We would lay there with our eyes glued to the tube as our hands jerked each other off. This wasn't the only time we jacked each other off with our clothes on. We would sometimes go to the movies and play with each other in the dark of the theater. One especially memorable movie that we saw was Flesh Gordon. It was a sexual spoof on the old Flash Gordon serials. Since it was the summer of 1974, and we were no where near being 18 years old, we snuck in through a side door that hadn't locked all the way. We made our way to the balcony. No one else was up there, but we sat in the very back row anyway. The movie, tame by today's standards, was really racy then. Emperor Wang the Perverted was aiming a sex ray at the Earth from his own planet, Porno. It was up to Flesh Gordon to stop this dastardly plot. Nudity was used wherever possible. We got to see real boobs jiggling on the big screen! It didn't take long at all for our shorts to tent. Our hands went down each others pants at the first opportunity. We used the popcorn napkins to be sure that we didn't stain our shorts. I think I came three times that afternoon. Scott must have cum at least as much. Oh the joys of youth!