Date: Sun, 18 May 2014 01:24:35 +1000
From: Colin Barnard <crkbarnard@gmail.com>
Subject: Enjoying Myself Part 17

This is a follow on to my recent story that you posted for me under
gay/young-friends:

By now I am 15 and a half and Leo has got a girlfriend and only popping
round to see me on the odd occasion. The situation with Dean, however, was
going from strength to strength. I spent virtually every waking (or is that
wanking) hour with him and loved being in his company (weird to think,
given that I found him needy, clingy and geeky for nearly the entire time
we'd known each other but that cock changed all that..). He was really
getting comfortable whipping his dick out and most times we didn't even
read or look at the porno mags - we were two friends wanking side by side.
He would look at my dick and I at his. I can't understand now why it took
me so long to make the next move - I guess it was the shear fear of losing
what we had. Let's be honest, I'd had my fair share of that happening to me.

So this day, he has come to my grandparents' house after school with my Mum
and I. It was a fair drive in the car and totally dull for him but he just
followed me around like a dog, wherever I went. And if he didn't, I begged
him to. Seems so childish now.
My Mum was chatting to my grandparents and I showed Dean around their large
house. I mentioned about the vibrator that James and I found and he found
that fascinating and asked me if there was likely to be any more
discoveries. So off we went, rummaging around in bags, cupboards etc. We
found a stash of old erotic books in a box in a spare bedroom. We started
reading them and within minutes we were both hard (it was blindingly
obvious with Dean as it poked way above the waistband of his trousers when
that happened). I suggested a wank and proposed we reenact the shoot
furthest, fastest, fullest game that had been our first thing together. He
happily agreed - so much so that it gave me a little more confidence. I
suggested we 'raise the stakes'. He looked puzzled. I suggested that we
should wank each other as it was only fair. He pointed out that it would be
easy to ruin the chances of the other in being the first to cum so proposed
a change of rules: the last to cum. It was so like him to focus on the
detail of rules, measurement etc and miss the bigger picture. He'd just
agreed to us wanking each other and hadn't batted an eyelid.
I skipped to the bathroom and returned to the bedroom and locked the door.
We laid out the tissue and I said we'd just count the perforations as
markers. How I'd longed for this moment. To finally get my hands around his
meat was a massive step. I must have been shaking because I remember he
asked me if I was cold and it would have been summertime. I lowered my arm
to his dick and with my hand outstretched placed my fingers slowly around
his cock. It bucked in my hand. Everything about him was strong, including
how much his dick throbbed to the touch. I could hear his breathing in my
ear and I knew he was excited too. His huge left hand slowly gripped around
my stiff tool and he must have thought I was so small as he adjusted and
ended up holding it between his thumb and fingers rather than in a fist.

He counted us down: "3-2-1..........Go!" We were off. Dean's left hand was
flying up and down my tool but I didn't go that fast on him. I knew if I
concentrated I could ignore what he was doing to me (I'd never been that
into someone else wanking me) and by going slow on him, I'd get maximum
time to explore his huge cock. I marvelled at how much precum he made and
how slick it made his dick. I had to wipe my hand on the sheets a few times
to even be able to handle him properly. His tool was so thick, my fingers
couldn't reach all the way around its girth. And it was so hard, like
Leo's. How could something this big get so hard? Surely he'd pass out from
loss of blood? I knew what I was doing and it was having the desired effect
but I sensed he was trying to not cum, just like me because he'd pull his
pelvis back a few times and I could feel it softening each time he did
that.
He was a bit of a talker and was commenting on whether my grip was good,
whether my knob was proportionately bigger or smaller etc which I found
usefully offputting and was delaying my orgasm. I then reached out my left
arm and weighed his balls in my hand. They must have been twice the weight
and size of mine. Easily. They too, were a handful, just like his dick. But
I tugged at them gently and I could feel his cock reacting positively and
the constant oozing of precum suggested I wasn't wrong. This continued for
a few minutes with us both 'edging' somewhat.
He then braced himself against me with his right hand on my left shoulder,
gurgled a deep moan and then his dick stiffened noticably and his grip on
my cock tightening and the pace quickening even further. I could hardly
pull his foreskin back up over his engorged helmet and I ended up wanking
his knob as if he were circumcised but the sheer quantity of precum meant
it wasn't a problem. He then spewed out a huge rope of cum that shot way,
way past the end of the toilet roll. That set me off and I pumped out my
load which, because of the way he leaned on me, went slightly at an angle
so overshot the tissue at the sides at a 45 degree angle. We were both
breathing heavily and now catching our breath back.
Suddenly, someone tried to open the door. SHIT! We froze then I leaped and
gathered up the tissue into a bundle and shoved them under the bed. We
scrambled to get our trousers back on, all the while whilst I shouted
"yes?, who is it?" It was my Mum, she was telling us it was time to leave.
"What are you doing in there?" she asked "Why have you locked the door?".
I panicked, "Oh nothing, I haven't locked it, it must be stuck." She wasn't
convinced but took the hint that I wasn't prepared to discuss it. I think
she knew we were wanking to be honest but never said anything to me. Dean
looked terrified AND guilty. I told him it was fine, that she was a bit
naive (she was anything but) and that she wouldn't even think twice about
it again. That was the first time I saw how secretive Dean needed to be
about this stuff. He must never get caught or for anyone to think he was
doing 'gay stuff' with me. I learned my lesson and would always be more
careful in the future. As we walked back to the front door to say goodbye
to my grandparents he whispered to me, "That's one all Charlie!" I giggled.

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