Caught by Paul

It was a hot summer Saturday afternoon when I knew I'd be alone for five hours. Naturally I planned to get in as many jack off sessions as posible in tha time. So as soon as my parents drove away, I went to my room, stripped naked, put a towel on the bed, and lay down on my back. I had a tub of vaseling, and a wash cloth handy. I already had a six inch hard which was large of a boy not quite 14. I was also very shy and embarrassed about jacking off. Anyway, I lubed up spread my legs with the knees bent, and started to jack away. After about two or three minutes, I stopped, watched my now red hard pecker bounce up and down for a few minutes and started again. In another three or four minutes, I was back to the edge with my fist squeezing my shaft tightly, and my behind lifted as I began to come. In those early days, I didn't shoot thick buckets of come, but thin white spurts. When the last of the shots stopped, I heard sone one say, "That was a good one." It was my friend Paul. I nearly died with shame, and felt my face blush deeply. When he said, "Don't be ashamed, I do it two or three times a day. How often do you do it?" I recovered my voice and said I do it at least that much. Next he asked if I planned doing it again, and if he cold jack off with me. I said yes, and we jacked off five more times. We became regular jack off buddies.