A Really Strange Thing Happened While Wanking With a Friend

So I used to hang out with this guy Kenny, who was a classmate in grammar school. We were now in middle school and thought we were oh, so grown up already.

Kenny and I talked about sex all the time. Funny thing is, we didn't really know anything about it. One time, in my bedroom after school (I was a latchkey kid, so no parents in the house), he got kind of quiet, and it seemed like his face was turning red.

I was like "What, Kenny?"

"Well, I'm kind of worried about something," He hesitated, then blurned it out, in a slightly higher than normal voice.

"Look, Jase, you're the only person I can tell this to, and if you tell anyone else in the world, I'll kill you."

Being almost two inches taller than him, and a good 20 pounds heavier, I wasn't worried:)

"I'm not going to tell anyone Kenny, no matter what the fuck you're talking about, OK?"

"Well... Do you jerk off, Jase?"

"Is that all it is?" and I started to laugh. I stopped short when I saw the look on his face. He was truly worried about something.

"I guess I do, um, sometimes."

"Me too... sometimes."

"So, what's the deal?"

"OK, so when I do it, the stuff that comes out doesn't look right."

This discussion was having an odd effect on me. I could feel my dick hardening in my pants. I knew it wasn't right - or so I thought at the time, but Kenny was making me quite horny. And his conversation just provided the perfect opening, didn't it?

I wasn't sure, but I was guessing that his cum was normal. He probably just didn't realize it was supposed to be thick and white. I was a little bit worried about the same thing a few months back when the drop or two of clear ejaculate I had been getting was becoming thicker and whiter. But I wasn't super-worried because I kind of knew. This was before the Internet, so I had never seen anyone cum, but I pretty much knew that it was full of sperm, and they must add some thickness to the fluid.

I could have told Kenny and that would be that. But no, I was hatching a plan.

"Kenny, do you mind showing me? Let's see what's going on."

Now, his face was really red. I think I may have blushing too. I had to work at keeping my voice even. By gosh, I was shaking a bit? Weird, eh?

Kenny said he couldn't do that. I responded that it was the only way to find out whether he was OK.

Still, he refused. I was terribly disappointed. I was imagining jerking off with him. What a lost opportunity.

Then I said, "Well, if you don't show me, you're going to have to show your parents or a teacher or something."

That did the job!

Quietly, he said, "OK."

Then we just sat there on the edge of my bed for a while, neither of us knowing how to start. Thoughts were racing through my mind. Primarily, 'How could I justify getting naked and jerking along with him?'

I needn't have worried. After another moment of just sitting there next to each other, both of us silent, kind of frozen in time, I knew it was up to me to break the ice. "Look, Kenny, if it will make it easier for you, I'll jerk off too, you know, for solidarity." It was a great opportunity to use the new word we had just learned in Social Studies class.

"Um, OK."

Then, another three minutes of silent hesitation. Finally, I knew what I had to do. I had to be the leader here, or nothing was going to happen, and I desperately wanted something to happen! So, I stood up, and pulled my shorts and underwear down, revealing my erect 4-inch dick, with a few whisps of hair around the base.

"Wow, that's bigger than mine," Kenny exclaimed.

I was feeling a ton of emotions at once. I was kind of proud of being big, but also embarrassed to pieces to be naked in front of my friend. Maybe this was a mistake.

He stood up, and pulled his pants down, revealing a hairless little stick about 3 inches long. I remember wanting to reach out and touch it right away, but held back. That would be 'gay' or something, and in that era, guys were deathly afraid of doing anything 'gay.' This jerking off together was gay enough, but I was justifying it in my mind by figuring it had to be done to help my friend.

Perhaps it was instinct taking over: We both started touching our little dicks. I started to feel the 'gonna cum' feeling right away, and I knew he had to ejaculate first for this to work out properly, so I let go.

He let go of his dick too. I'm guessing he was in the same state as I was. Fuck, truth be told, I was too horny to be sensible.

I simply reached out, and put my fingertips on his cock. He jerked back like he had received an electric shock. Then, almost as suddenly, he arched forward again, letting me know he wanted me to touch his dick.

I instructed him to lay down on the bed. He had a bit of trouble hobbling to the the edge since his pants were around his ankles, so he took them off. Then, he took off his T-shirt also. I had always thought I was attracted to women, or girls my age, I should say, but found Kenny in that moment, terribly attractive!

I had the notion that I just wanted to crawl on the bed, climb all over him, and start kissing him. I also wanted desparately to put my hands on his perfect, tight, hairless little butt.

With all my might, I held back, and simply placed my hand back on his cock. He said, "mmm."

I knew he was on track with me, and was quite delighted. Ignoring my own rod standing straight up in my lap, I started stroking him up and down, but realized that he'd probably cum right away. I had to do something different.

I don't know what motivated me, but I somehow figured it might feel nice to hold his dick in one hand, and rub the palm of my hand over the purple tip, with the other. He immediately yelled, brought his hands to his crotch pushing mine away.

"What the fuck?" I asked, rather startled by the reaction.

"Dude, that was super-intense."

"Like what?"

"Um, kind of a tickle-like feeling. Here..." He then sat up, and indicated I should lay on the bed. He pulled my shorts and underpants off my ankles so I could get in more easily. Sitting next to me, he reached out, and wrapped the fingers of his left hand around my dick. Wow, did that feel great. Then he started to rub the palm of his right hand over the top."

Yikes! Intense was right! I pushed his hands away, kind of half-laughing at how that had felt. He was smiling, almost sardonically, the way friends who tease friends can do.

I wondered whether I could take more. "Hey, Kenny, try that again."

He did it again, and I tried to just lay there and take it, but after just a few seconds, it was too much.

"Let me try," he said.

He laid back down, I sat back up, and grabbed his throbbing little penis. I started to rub, and he was squirming, and making all sorts of faces as if he was in pain. His muscles were all tightened. His fists were balled up. But he was taking it like a man.

Suddenly, I felt something wet.

"Woah, stop," he yelled.

Of course I stopped, and a stream of piss about two feet tall shot out of his dick for a moment, soaking my bedspread.

"Geez, Kenny."

He was embarrassed. I was kind of pissed, because now I'd have to put my bedspread, and probably the sheet under it, into the laundry. But I was also still horny. We mopped up the pee and scrunched to the other side of the bed.

I wasn't about to do any more of that to Kenny. Instead, I started stroking his penis the way I masturbated myself. It took only about 15 seconds for him to go into a very strong orgasm. Out came a single small spurt of cum, not particularly thick and clear but with some white, too.

Within a few seconds he recovered, and without a word reached to the floor, grabbed his pants and underwear and started dressing. I didn't understand it at the time, but he was done. Really done.

We said our goodbyes, and he headed home. Needless to say, I jerked off big time right after he left.

It was a few days before we could talk about what had happened. In school, we couldn't even make eye contact. I was even having trouble making eye contact with anyone. I was convinced that everyone knew, or would know, that I had done that, was gay, and my life would be ruined. (Such are the thoughts of 14-year-old boys.)

Finally, Kenny came back over to my house one afternoon. We talked about baseball and various things, until finally he sheepishly asked whether his cum was normal or not. This was a great question, because I had become horny again, and really, really wanted to do something more with Kenny. I was frantically trying to figure out a way to jerk off with him again. Maybe I'd even get to see him cum again. Maybe, just maybe, he'd make me cum! Oh my god, I was so horned up!

Finally, I came up with something, thought it over for like a second, then just came out with it:

"Yeah Kenny, you're normal. Here, let me show you," and maintaining my boldness, I whipped off my pants. My dick was already fully hard. I was hoping he wasn't going to say I was 'gay.' That would have killed me.

"Cool" was his response. I was so relieved. Then, he pulled down his pants, "for solidarity," he said.

I started to jerk off there on the side of the bed.

"Here" he said, guiding me to lay down on the bed.

Somewhat awkwardly, he reached out, and touched my dick. That touch was once again immediately amazing. No one had ever touched my dick except for that brief moment with Kenny. Not even the doctor touched me during exams. He'd just pull down my underwear for a second, take a look, and then move on to other things.

Kenny stroked me like six times up and down, and I started squirting loads of cum. Like five or six spurts. More than I had ever cum before. Kenny had one word, "Wow."

Within a minute, I understood the 'done' feeling. At that point, I became embarrassed, worried, and wanted nothing more than to put my pants back on. But I also felt I owed something to Kenny, so I had him get on bed and jerked him off.

As you can imagine, that wasn't our last time. Over the course of years, before he and I went to different colleges, we jerked each other off many times, even experimenting with things that can't be published on Solotouch. We tried that palm rubbing thing a few more times, and learned that if one can survive the intensity, it changes into an unexpected feeling. It's kind of a mix between gonna cum and gotta pee, but usually, neither happens. Kenny, and I for that matter, never released involuntary pee again, but we did cum in each others hands a few times from glans rubbing.

Last year, for old times' sake, we arranged a day out for our wives and kids, and the two of us got together at his house, and recreated a session from our adolescense. It was wonderful!