The Real Tent Story

Cecil and I grew up across the street from each other and had been best friends since we were little. He grew up in a very strict Christian home and attended a private Christian school, so he was very sheltered. When we were 13 Cecil had heard some of the other boys talking about “beating their meat” and he asked me what it meant. I told him, “That’s when you get your dick hard and grab it like this and stroke it up and down. It feels really good and then cum shoots out.”

The next when day I saw Cecil he said, “I beat my meat last night and it felt good but nothing came out. Can you show me?” I had a tent back in the woods behind my house and we decided to camp out that weekend. Saturday finally came and we moved into the tent. When it got dark, Cecil wanted to see me do it. I got on my back on top of my sleeping bag and pulled my briefs down to my knees. Cecil held the flashlight and I started pumping. After a while I could feel it start to happen. I was breathing heavy and pumping my legs when several big spurts of cum squirted out all over my chest and stomach. Cecil gasped out loud. "Now you do it," I said.

Cecil assumed the position on his sleeping bag and I held the flashlight. He stroked himself to orgasm, but only produced a small amount of cum. “You have to keep practicing,” I told him.

After that when we would see each other he would always tell me he’s been practicing. One day he excitedly said “I did it!” Meaning he had cum a lot. We made plans to camp again that night so I could see.

When it got dark I told Cecil to go first. He stroked himself until he started to moan and then he bucked his hips and a couple of spurts of cum dribbled out. “Nice one!” I said. We talked a while and then he wanted to see me do it. I asked him what he thought about beating each other’s meat. He said he thought it would feel pretty good. Since he wanted to see me cum again we decided he would do mine and then I would do his. It was the first time I had had someone else hand on my cock and it was very exciting. It didn’t take long and this time I came with such force it hit the tent wall behind me. Now it was Cecil’s turn. He got on his back and took his briefs off. His fat dick felt really good in my hand as I stroked him to completion. “How was that?” I asked. “Awesome!” We stayed up late and jerked each other off a couple more times and made plans to camp again next weekend.

The nights in the tent became a regular thing. We would sometimes play a game and “looser” has to jerk off the “winner.” We would play many times so we both got a chance. We became very comfortable jerking off in front of each other and jerking each other off. We remained jerk off buddies until we turned 16. After that we both discovered girls and jerking each other off wasn’t our focus any more. We never did anything sexual together other than masturbating and we never did it again as we got older even though we remain friends to this day. I’d love it if we could have a reunion and re-live those teen age good times.