In my first story, I wrote about how I started masturbating. This is about how I found I wasn't the only one of my mates to masturbate.
That first summer, I masturbated several times a day. But I didn't tell anyone, not even my mates that I did. It was my secret. One really wet summer's day (this is England, after all!), I went round to see one of my mates. We just sat on the floor, listening to music in his bedroom. We would play with tonka toys, indestructible little trucks but we still tried to break them by making them bash into each other. One of my mate's trucks missed mine and ran under his bed. I reached under his bed found the truck, which was stopped from running any further by something soft and lacy. I pulled it all out and I saw the horror on my mate's face. They were several panties and, as an expert in such matters by then myself, I realised they were covered in dried up cum.
I put him out of his misery straight away by telling him I did the same. That led to a discussion about how long, technique, who else knew and so on, and we were both getting hard. Like me most of his panties came from his Mum, but he had two older sisters too. I told him I needed a wank and got up to go to the toilet to enjoy myself, but he was just opening his trousers and I thought if he was going to do that, I didn't need to hide away either.
From then on, we often masturbated together, especially if we were alone at each others houses, and usually started with a visit to a parent or sister's bedroom or linen basket. Like all kids of that age, it was experimenting, learning, having fun as we masturbated in the same room, sniffing and wearing the panties we could find. You don't always know why things feel good, you just know that they do!
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