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My Jerkoff Bud

It was the mid 80's, and I was on a canoe trip for a week with my family and our next door neighbors family. While it was really an excellent time, and I was really excited about the trip, there was no privacy whatsoever. Being 14, by the second day I was desperate to rub one out, and it didn't help one bit that my friend Jakes sister was a total babe, and wore her bikini all day flashing her perfect tits at me.

That night, after Jake and I had set up our tent and got in our sleeping bags, I played with my hardon through my boxers thinking about Jakes sister. I rubbed very gently and quietly, so Jake would be none the wiser. It felt great, but was driving me nuts because it wasn't enough friction to get me off. After about 20 minutes of pleasure and torture, I heard Jake roll over on his side, and his breathing deepened. With him asleep, I pull my boxers down, and started to pound the pud while in my sleeping bag.

I jumped when I heard Jake whisper Youre jerking off aren't ya. I stammered out something stupid, denying it, and he quietly said he didn't really give a shit if I did or not. I laid there, my heart beating fast over being busted, when I heard Jake's sleeping bag unzip.

Then he flipped on his flashlight, and I looked over and he was shining it on my crotch. His boxers were down on his thighs, and his hard dick laid on his stomach.. My eyes about bugged out of my head. He flicked off his flashlight, laughed, and told me he was suffering from the same case of blueballs I was. In the pitch blackness, the image of his hard dick was seared in my brain. I'd seen lots of dicks, but never a hard one, other than my own. I pretty much figured they all looked the same, but Jakes looked nothing like mine. It was shorter, but a lot thicker than mine. His was dark, mine was rosy colored. His shaft was perfectly smooth, while mine was all veiny.

I heard him begin to jerk off, so I unzipped my bag, and pulled it open, and started to quietly rub. Suddenly the flashlight shone on my crotch, Jake flicked it off quickly and laughed again. I heard him start beating off, and I joined him. It was probably less than a minute when I heard him sigh, and go quiet. I was real close, and just as I felt it coming. Jake flicked on the light to find a tissue in his backpack. I shot onto my stomach, and he said wow. He grabbed some tissues, handed some to me, and I looked over at his goo covered stomach as I cleaned up. He flicked off his light, rolled over, said that felt good and went to sleep.

In the morning my eyes opened to the sight of Jake, dick in hand, slowly stroking away. He looked over at me, and quietly said he was glad we could jerk off now, that going all week was going to kill him, then he urged me to join him. I had my typical morning wood, and said what the fuck, so I pulled off my sleeping bag and started jerking. Jake looked over and commented how long I was, and I said I couldn't believe how thick he was. He reached over and grabbed my cock and ran his hand up and down. I watched him jerk me off, and it felt so good. I reached over and wrapped my hand around him, my palm barely making it around, and started doing him. It felt so weird to have another cock in my hand. We both came again very fast, his cum was on my hand.

We cleaned up, got dressed and broke camp.

That entire day, Jake kept smiling at me, and I knew what he was thinking. That night, we were in our sleeping bags, and immediately jerked each other off again. I was wakened in the middle of the night to his hand groping me again, and we did it again, and one more time in the morning. We jerked off at least three times a night every night for the rest of the trip. Once we got back home, we started doing it together a lot after school, and it continued right up until when we went off to college.


Posted on: 2011-12-20 00:00:00 | Author: