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SLEEPING OVER

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SLEEPING OVER by anonymousDo you jackoff?" was whispered just as I drifted off to sleep."What?" I asked to gain a moment's time to think."You know, beat your meat?" he urged. "The dictionary calls itmasturbation.""Well - - - do you?" I stammered."All the time. Sometimes I jackoff four or five times a day if I have theprivacy."His questions were causing a stirring in my underwear that I wasn't sure wasproper. I had spent the night with Bill several times before and we'dalways discussed our girlfriends and what we'd like to be doing with them,but this was a little too personal for comfort. We were both in the seventhgrade back then and I had just begun to ejaculate a few drops. It was anew, exciting experience that I couldn't get enough of, but I thought I wasthe only one."Why aren't you talking?" he asked."I was just thinking," I mumbled."Well, do you jackoff all the time too?""Not all the time," I groused. "I go to school part of the time."Bill giggled and I heard him change positions. Then I felt the sheet beingthrown off and some more wiggling."What are you doing?" I asked."I'm taking off my underwear. My woody is uncomfortable all crammed in mybriefs. You might as well take yours off too. It's a lot morecomfortable."It was inviting because my throbbing dick was striving to escape theconfines fo my briefs. I momentarily wondered what would happen if his dadcame into the room, but then without further thinhking I gingerly removed myunderwear and felt my gorged shaft slap against my stomach."That's better isn't it?" Bill questioned."Yes, I guess so," I explained, afraid to admit how much better [and sexier]it felt."Are you going to now?" he asked."Going to what?" I ventured, knowing the answer."Jackoff, idiot. I know you need to because I heard your boner slap yourstomach. I'll bet it's throbbing just like mine. Feel."He took my hand and placed it on his hot, pulsing stiffness. I felt asudden quiver go all through my body and my fully engorged hard-on grew evenmore. I had never felt another guy's rigidity and was amazed at how good itfelt. For a moment I panicked thinking I must be gay. Then I became awareof the smooth silky skin and the pleasant warmth. It felt so alive with theblood coursing through it!"That's nice," I said and ccommanded myself to remove my hand. Iautomatically went from his largness to my slender sleekness and was forcedto admit that his was a monster dick compared to mine. My thoughts wereinterrupted by his hand lightly touching my thigh and slowly brushing acrossto my throbbing tumescence. I held my breath because I couldn't do anythingelse."That's nice too, Stan," I heard him say. "I wish mine was like yours.""Aw come on Bill, that's not true. You've got such a big one it's sure toplease all the girls. I wish mine was a biggun' like yours.""I like yours better. It seems so tall and firm," he said as his handgently explored every inch of my pleasure pole. "Yours feels better in myhand. I can do more things with it.""Bill - - - are we gay? I stammered, aware that his hand was doing wondrousthings."So what if we are? We're going to be what we're going to be so we might aswell find out," Bill explained."I don't want to be gay! I want to fuck girls, get married and have kids!"I complained."Oh, for heaven's sake, Stan? I want that too, but I'm not going to missall the fun waiting for it to happen!"I let that sink in for a moment as he continued to explore my nakedness. Iffelt so good that I didn't have the strength to stop him. Tentatively, Ireached over and touched his thigh and let my fingers lightly wander overhis legs and up through the few hairs beginning to grow. Then I took hissolid boyhood in my hand and tried to make him feel as great as I wasfeeling. For a moment I caught myself grinning as I remembered playing"follow the leader" in kindergarten. Now THIS is what follow the leadershould feel like, I thought.Bill began to moan softly and twist his body around and thrust his hips upto meet my fist. Since I couldn't get my whole hand around his throbber, Itook it with both my hands and held them firm. He was doing all the worknow and I could hardly keep from falling off the bed as he thrust his giantinto my grasp. Suddenly, he gasped, shuddered, and jabbed his hips up byarching his back. His whole body trembled and I suddenly felt somethingwarm and slippery on my hands. He kept pumping into my wet "pussy-hands"until he had emptied all of his jism. Gradually he calmed down and loweredhis hips to the bed. Then I heard him let out his breath in a lusty sighand completely relax. We neither one moved for a long time. He was silentwith satisfaction and I was silent in awe of his powerful orgasm."That was nice, Stan," he moaned, "but I completely forgot about you.""I had too," I admitted. His powerful orgasm had totally taken over mythoughts."You're next," he threatened. "Get ready for the best jackoff you've everhad."Before I could do anything, I felt him tweak my nipples. I was amazed thathe did it, but also amazed that it felt so good. As one hand lightlybrushed across my chest and began its exploration lower and lower, I felt amoist, hot tongue flicking out for first one nipple then the other. I hadthought my pleasure pole had grown all it could but I felt it fill with evenmore pounding blood as his tongue and then his wet lips on my nipples andchest gave me the most exquisite pleasure I've ever witnessed. My wholebody was a tremor of pleasure. Then his hand grasped my erectness and beganto slowly slide up over the throbbing head and back to the base. I moanedand gasp at the same time. I couldn't breathe because of the sensations hewas causing."Why - - - is your - - - hand - - - so slick?" I gasped."I'm using spit. spit is great for jacking off. Haven't you ever triedthat?" he queried in amazement."I - - - never - - - thought - - - of doing - - - that," I managed to getout between quick gasps of total ecstasy."Don't talk any more, Just concentrate on the pleasure you're feeling," heordered.I couldn't have done anything else; the feeling was too intense. Suddenly,I tensed and thought I was going to explode. Bill froze his movements."What's wrong?" I whispered in panic, afraid he'd heard his dad."I just want to do something else for you before you shoot," he stated.I heard him spit again and felt the extra slippery grip slowly travel up thelength of my turgid tool. As his fist edged over my tender love-head, mywhole body responded. Then as he slipped his strong fist slowly down to thebase, I felt the same response. Each slow traversing nearly took me overthe edge but not quite. As I spontaneously thrust my hips up, he pushed meback down and told me to relax my butt muscles so the ejaculation wouldn'tcome too soon. As his hand began to slide up my staff again, I had toreally concentrate to keep my hips from tightening and thrusting, but he wasright. It kept me from passing the point of no return for a long time. Itwas the most exquisite torture/pleasure I had ever endured and I wanted itto last into infinity. Each slow trip up and each slow trip down that hisslippery grasp made caused me to gasp in trembling, tingling sensations."Now!" I heard him whisper in excitement. I felt a hot, slippery mouth takein my aching hardness. I was so shocked that he had swallowed me completelythat my body arched in the throes of pleasure. The pleasure was unbearableright before I felt the hot cum begin to shoot against the back of histhroat and my whole body was on fire with overwhelming tremors. I twistedand turned and threw my head back and groaned and panted as I felt my wholelower body constrict to force out more hot cum as I pulsated and thrust intohis throat. Even though my entire love-tool was tender and tingling, I keptthrusting for each orgasmic shudder. I became aware that his mouth wassucking the last drops of cum from my totally exhausted body but I could donothing but enjoy it. I finally let out my breath and was so drained that Ihad to remind myself to breathe in again."That - - - was," I began."Yeah, it WAS wasn't it?" he moaned."But I didn't give you as much pleasure," I argued."Yeah you did. I think I like to give it as well as receive it. I reallyget turned on by doing that. I can't wait to start fucking girls. Thinkingabout that make me want to jackoff again.""But you're already through," I mentioned."That was just the first one. I like to do four or five at least," heexplained.The rest of the night was spent giving and receiving. Thankfully, his dadlet us sleep until noon. Our morning boners are a different story foranother time.We are both happily married now and are much the better lovers because ofour long ago sleep overs.