Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2002 08:43:00 -0500
From: Paul Wilson <paulwilson45@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Bicycle

I had won a bicycle at a fair that came to town a year or so ago (this is
while I was still 12), and was very proud of it.  I was always fixing it.  I
even took the wheels off and greased the ball bearings several times.  I
used Vaseline petroleum jelly because a guy at the bike store said it was a
good grease for bike bearings.  So this was a Saturday afternoon, and I'd
been working on my bike.  I got to the bearings, and was slathering the
Vaseline on, and I felt how slippery my fingers were.  For some reason, I
connected that slippery feeling with jacking off, and got the idea that the
Vaseline would feel good on my dick.  I kept thinking about that.  In fact I
couldn't get it out of my mind.  I got a boner and was really turned on.  I
finally had to do something about it, so I went to the back of the garage
and sat on the floor and pulled my pants down.  I grabbed my dick with my
slippery hands, and went to it.  I remember that it felt really good, and I
was surprised at the sensation of the slipperiness on my dick.

Unfortunately I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the sensation, and all of a
sudden I heard a noise, and opening my eyes, saw Billy, one of my best
friends, standing there staring at me.  I stopped mid-stroke, and didn't
know what I could do.  He'd already seen me, so I couldn't hide what I'd
been doing.

There was a long silence, and he finally said, "That looks neat.  Does that
stuff feel good?"  It took a minute to get my voice, and I answered
something like, "Yeah, it feels great.  Want to try it?"  I couldn't believe
I'd said that.  If I hadn't had the experiences I'd had at summer camp I
wouldn't have been able to.  In fact I don't know how I would have reacted;
I'd have been mortified.

Anyway, he said yes, so he sat down beside me and pulled his pants down.
Getting a good finger full of Vaseline, he greased up and went to it.  So we
jacked off together, both using lube for the first time.  We both came
really well, and sat there like idiots bare-assed on the garage floor, then
started laughing.  It was a pretty silly situation.  Worse, I hadn't planned
on this, so didn't have anything handy to wipe up with.  I had to pull my
pants up as far as I could without getting Vaseline on them and hop over to
where I had my rags.  If anyone else had walked by then, they would have
seen me with my greasy dick dangling out of my pants.  But the time I got
back to the hiding place we were both laughing so hard we couldn't see
straight.

Billy said, "The next time we do this we should find a better spot."  I
agreed, and we did do it again, many times.  We shortly found that hand
creams made a lot less mess, though.

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This is a totally true story.  I've only changed the name.  I wish it had
been Billy; I tried but never succeeded in getting him to join me in my
favorite recreation.