Quick....Hide the Evidence

Shortly after I turned twelve, a new family moved in down the street from us. Like my own family it consisted of two "older" parents and an only son. Even though the kid was a grade ahead and a year older than me - exactly a year older, in fact, to the day - we quickly became fast friends and, eventually, jackoff buddies.

We were not horndogs, by any means. Our activities consisted only of lying side-by-side with our pants bunched around our knees and our shirts hitched up to our armpits, and jacking ourselves, or each other, off. And we only did it when we were certain that we had his house or mine to ourselves for a definite period of time - which worked out, I think, to something less than three times a month. Still, his was the first jizz I ever saw, and he was the first person ever to see mine.

Our parents became friendly through us, and after a while it became our habit to have one dinner together every other weekend, alternating between the two houses. After dinner and cleanup my friend and I would go to his room or mine to play board games or work on models or some such, and our parents would sit for a few more hours in the kitchen and get hammered.

After one such dinner my friend and I went to my room, as usual; but then he made a strange request. He was tired, he said, and he wanted to go to sleep. I thought at first that he wanted to lie down together and read quietly, as we sometimes did, but no, he said, he wanted really to sleep. In fact, he wanted the lights out and he wanted me to lie down and be still as well, at least for as long as it took him to nod off. I objected, but he insisted, so we pulled down the bedspread, took off our shoes, and lay down on top of the covers.

In a few moments my friend was quiet and seemed to be asleep. Not me. It was only about nine o'clock, and I was wide awake. Lying next to my partner in masturbation made me horny, and I got hard. My mind was racing. I wondered if my pal was really sleeping, or if he was trying to get me to sleep, or if he wanted to do something else but wanted me to take the initiative. Finally I couldn't stand it any more. I got up and walked over to his side of the bed.

 I felt the front of his pants: he was hard. Good sign. I slipped the socks off his feet: no reaction. I unbuttoned his shirt and began to take it off. Now he gave himself away, because, although his breathing remained regular, his body limp, and his face slack, he "shifted in his sleep" in exactly the ways that were most helpful to my removing his blouse. Emboldened, I unbuttoned his pants, and slipped his trousers and shorts all the way off.

There he was, flat on his back, stark naked, his boner levitating over his lower belly. I was crazy horny. I wanted to do something, but what? I stripped off my clothes. It was the first time I'd seen him fully nude. It seemed a waste just to jack him. Finally I climbed on the bed, straddled my friend, and carefully lowered myself until our dicks were touching. I started gently to hump him. He thrust back, also slowly, without a lot of pressure. For several minutes we had an intense, pleasurable rhythm going. Then I felt his dick swell, jump, and spit, and mine immediately did the same.

But now, with my sexual tension dissipated, I was overcome with panic. Our parents were only thirty feet away! Our house was on one level, and L-shaped; if I had looked out my bedroom window I would have seen our parents in the kitchen. That meant that if one of them looked out the window, he or she would notice that my bedroom lights were off, which would cause an immediate investigation. Worse, my bedroom door had no lock, so any visitation would be swift, silent and unannounced.

Frantically I shook my friend and "whisper-shouted" at him to get up. But he persisted in the fiction that he was asleep. I became angry. Finally he "woke up", but slowly, and with a big grin on his face feigned "surprise" to find himself naked, with semen all over his chest and belly. Now I was furious. Didn't he care that at any moment his parents might walk in and find him naked, with another naked boy, dripping with sperm? I picked up our shorts and wiped off his front as best I could. I balled up his clothing with a fresh pair shorts from my drawer - fortunately we wore the same size and brand - and told him to check that the coast was clear, and then slip into the bathroom next door, where he could wash at the sink - the shower would make too much noise - and get dressed. He did so, although it seemed to me that he took his sweet time about it; but finally he came back, and I was able to get to the bathroom, stow the cummy undershorts in the hamper, and clean up and put myself together.

When I got back to my room, my pal was again lying on one side of the bed, seemingly asleep. Whether he was or not, I didn't care. After a hugely intense orgasm and twenty minutes of sheer terror, I was wiped out. I lay down and was unconscious within a minute. When his parents came in a couple of hours later to tell him it was time to go home, that's how they found us, fully clothed, on opposite sides of the bed, fast asleep.

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