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It was July, summer break between the tenth and eleventh grades. I was sixteen years old and like most young men my age I was a walking “boner.” That was a problem! I was raised in a very strict Christian household; talk of sex, or anything sexual was more or less forbidden. Masturbation was a sin! Even simply dating at that age was actively discouraged.Nevertheless, my hormones, like everyone else my age were raging. I would masturbate three times a day at a minimum. It was to the point where I could not fall asleep without emptying my balls onto my abdomen. I knew how to milk my cock expertly. Usually my thumb and index finger wrapped around the base, with a generous helping of lotion, squeezing and twisting my hand like I was accelerating a motorcycle. Pumping over the sensitive ridge of my mushroom head and then back down, twisting in both directions. Keeping firm pressure especially over the head and at the base, jacking my rock-hard young hammer. I would imagine the girls from school who had the largest breasts or prettiest otele gelen escort faces and pretend it was their hand, stroking myself until I could feel the swelling in my groin, the lightheadedness approaching, and then the eruption of hot cream onto my skin. I loved these sensations!That summer in 1986 I went to my good friend Jimmy’s place at the lake for a week along with his mom and dad. It was a modest cabin but well equipped with all the amenities we would need for a good time at the beach, we even had our own bedroom. We would spend the days playing Frisbee or lounging on the beach. Inevitably we would notice some of the young ladies our age and they would notice us.Neither of us really wanted to be Christian and wanted to experience more than we had sexually. Often our conversations would focus on what we might do if we could find a way to meet some of these girls later, but we knew that would never fly with his parents. We both admitted to each other balgat escort that we “sinned” and masturbated often. Jimmy happened to have a couple of Hustler magazines he had found tucked, away in his luggage. After supper one night we got them out and feverishly devoured the images and stories. Both of us saw the others bulge in our underwear and I couldn’t help but put my hand inside my drawers and begin massaging my swollen member, Jimmy did the same. If you have ever tried it is not easy to jerk off with shorts on, so I pulled mine down to my thighs and purposefully began to pump my thick meat. Jimmy was watching me intently and that turned me on more. I could tell he liked watching my hand glide over my shaft and I liked that he did. It was a new sensation and I was nervous about what enjoying this could mean, was I gay, did I really like boys?Jimmy pulled his own dick out shortly after I had and was soon stroking vigorously as well. Now neither of us engaged elvankent escort with the porn that had started this but intently watching the other pleasure themselves with lotion lubricated hands. His tool was about six inches long with a nicely tapered head, not too thick, and a bit of an upward curve. Mine was about another inch longer and significantly thicker with a more blunt mushroom head and straight as an arrow. He was lying on his bed, cock in hand. I was right beside his bed in a chair sitting as reclined as possible, less than a couple of feet away. The exhilaration of being that close to an aroused boy was unnerving, I wasn’t sure I was supposed to feel as excited as I was feeling but I couldn’t help watching imagining what it would feel like to be stroking my friend.I exploded first with a muffled grunt and dizziness and sprayed four or five strong ropes of hot cream onto the floor. As soon as I did Jimmy started to climax too, his body convulsed mildly and the second stream from his hot pink cannon landed on my knee. I could not believe how amazing it felt to have his steamy load on my skin. It was hot and creamy; I could smell the molten jizz and this all filled me with a desire for more. I was a little scared! How could I be so horny for my friend’s cock and cum? What did that mean? I was confused, worried but most of all hornier than I had ever been!
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