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I had struck the motherload one year when one of my mates moved out of town. We got along well enough but didn't hang out all that often, so when he knocked on my door one afternoon I was a bit confused. That is until he opened the black gym bag he had slung over his shoulder. In it was a dozen or so hardcore porn magazines. They were his dads which he had swiped while they were busy packing up the house and gave them to me as a "going away" gift I suppose? Being from such a small farming town, getting hold of porn was damn near impossible, so I was over the moon getting my hands on some good jerk off material.

Naturally I told Kevin about the mags the next year. I had to tell someone about them! He was desperate to see and page through them, but we had one problem - he lived a ways out of town on a farm, so I can't just drop some off. And unlike my mom, his had no issues going through his room on occasion. So we came up with a plan - we'll meet up at their town flat one afternoon so he can indulge a bit. His family kept a small flat in town in case anyone needs to stay overnight, so most of the time nobody was there.

The day came & so I rushed home from school, bagged up the mags and cycled myself over to Kevin's flat. He was already there. I was thankful for that. It was going to be a bit awkward hanging around an empty flat, haha. We locked the front door and got straight down to it, as I could see he was beyond excited to look at his first pornography. I split the pile in half, handed some to him and we plopped down in two chairs.

We were soon lost in the smut on the pages - shaved pussies, hairy pussies, fingered pussies, fucked pussies, it was such a beautiful sight. It didn't take long before I was rock hard in my shorts. My underwear were wet from precum and no matter what I did, I couldn't sit still. I was also so wrapped up in the mags I nearly forgot Kevin was there. I glanced over to Kevin and it was clear he was in a similar position. He was lost in the magazine in his hand, squirming in his chair non-stop and you could see from a mile away that he was tenting in his shorts.

Since Kevin seemed totally engrossed, I figured it'd be safe to subtly rub myself over my shorts. The sensation was interesting. Feeling the wet material gliding over my stiff member felt really good. I was so lost in my own world, I didn't realize Kevin was busy staring at me... until he spoke up with "You as horny as I am?". I got a bit of a fright, but it was also clear what I was doing so no reason to hide it. So I answered - "Yeah. I'll go into the next room if you want to take care of it". His answer stunned me a bit and would change so many things for years to come - "Mo need. We both no what the other is doing, so why not just do it in front of each other?"

I don't know if it was the hormones or curiosity (probably a combination) but I immediately agreed. With that, all pretense was lost. A few seconds later we both had our shorts around our ankles and our hard cocks in our hands, stroking away to the porn in our lap. I guess it was inevitable, but it wasn't long until we caught each other sneaking glances at the other.

Up until that afternoon we'd only ever seen each other naked in the school locker rooms, with flaccid cocks and a bunch of people around. Now, here, we are each giving ourselves sexual pleasure and I got to see Kevin's cock in all its glory. And boy was it glorious! Not only was it long, he had a sizable girth to it. It was sticking out straight ahead, resting on top of his magnificent low-hanging balls. Each time he pumped his cock, his balls would sway slightly, while his magnificent purple head seemed to perpetually leak a stream of precum. We would alternate between looking at the mags and look at each other, while all the while pumping ourselves, emitting soft grunts & moans every so often.

I announced that I was getting close to cumming. Kevin just grunted affirmatively and I could see him speeding up, his hand a blur while jerking his cock. Staring at him, I didn't last much longer. I felt the now familiar tightening in my balls and suddenly blasted a thick rope of cum up over my chest. I didn't have the foresight to take off my shirt, so I just plastered it in jizz. I looked up just in time to see Kevin starting to blow his load. I was entranced watching him shoot rope after rope all over his own shirt.

We both just sat there, catching our breath covered in our own spunk for several minutes. We locked eyes and just started laughing by the scene. Not a single moment of regret. We made some lame jokes about the state of our clothes while we tried cleaning off as much of the spunk as we could. When it became clear that we won't be able to get the stain off our shirts, Kevin offered to lend me a spare shirt while he grabbed a clean one from the wardrobe. We packed up the mags, got changed and went on our separate ways. The first, but by no means the last time we made good use of that town flat.