For a couple of months I shared a bedroom with one of my cousins. We were both 15. On the second night I was there we jerked off together for the first time. After that we did it every day, sometimes two or three times. He had good porn so there was always something there to get us horny. Sometimes we did mutual stroke offs, but not every time.
We always talked about fucking girls and wondered what it would be like. He had already got naked with his girlfriend and she let him dry hump her. I had got a couple of handjobs from females but that was all. But we both knew that if you did get to fuck, it was important to be able to go long, so we made up a game called Stop and Go.
We took turns stroking each other until we were almost ready to shoot. If you got close you knocked the other guys hand off your dick. Then we would switch off. The idea was to go as long as you could without shooting and in the end to be last to shoot. More than once we were able to go over an hour, pretty good for horny 15-year-old boys. But one time we actually went almost two hours.
I think the reason we were able to go that long was because before we started playing around we had been doing things that you can't talk about on here. But it probably kind of slowed us down a little.
Anyway, after about and hour and 45 min. of taking turns, I lost and when I shot, my jizz hit the wall behind his bed. He scrambled and grabbed my underwear and jumped up to wipe it off the wall before it left a mark. Some got on the headboard, the pillow and my hair. There was also some on my stomach and his hand. After he wiped his hand, he gave my shorts back and I finished cleaning up the mess.
Then it was his turn. He laid back on the other pillow and spread his legs. 'Time me' he said. So we checked the clock and I started stroking his woody. He had a rock hard bone on and it was leaking good. I rubbed some of the precum down his shaft and it made a really cool wet sound. He moaned. 'Slow down dude.' So I started taking long, slow strokes. We went maybe three minutes like this. He had his eyes closed and didn't say anything. Then he goes, 'Hold it straight up and hold your arm still.'
I pointed his dick at the ceiling and held my arm rigid. He started moving his hips pretty slow, fucking my fist. Then he goes, 'Check the clock.' My arm was starting to hurt. It was at like six minutes plus. He breathed in. 'Fuck here it comes.' Right then I felt his cock start pumping and his first squirt went straight up about three feet. There were like five more after that one. HIs spunk got all over my hand, him and the bed. He always made more cum than I did, but this was a new record.
I grabbed his t-shirt and wiped off my hand and the place on my leg where some of his cum landed. He just laid there, his hardon laying in the puddle of jizz that was right below his belly button. I threw him the shirt and he finished mopping up. We both wished we could have measured how much he shot. It would have easily beaten the quarter cup he had the first time we measured our output.
Anyway, we played Stop and Go a couple more times before I went back to my parents. We never went that long again, or shot that hard. I love this site. Thanks to the people who run it and all the cool guys who post on here.