Enhancing the Bond Between Boys

This is a follow-up to my previous story, First Time at Boy Scout Camp.  

 During my elementary and junior high years, I would stay with my friend and his family for a few days several times each year when my Dad would have to go out of town for work.  The next time I stayed with them was around eight weeks after Boy Scout camp.  Since the school year had already started, and since my stay was over weeknights, we observed his parents structure and routine.  After dinner, we played video games for a little while, then it was time for showers, homework, and a 10:00 bed time.

He had a bunk bed in his room.  He was sleeping on the bottom, and I was on the top.  Since camp, we would talk about other aspects of the week but kept our vow to never mention the experience of the first time we jacked off.  However, on this evening, a little while after going to bed, he whispered “Are you awake.”  I was.  He asked if I had ever done it again.  “Yes, two and sometimes three times a week.”  He said that he was similar.  We discussed techniques and methods of keeping cum from making a mess. 

After several minutes we realized that the conversation had made both of us hard.  While we had seen each other naked several times through showering and locker room keep away games at camp, I had never seen anyone hard and became curious.  I wondered how he would react if I asked him if he wanted to strip together so we could see each other with a hard on.  After internally debating the idea for a while, I thought the heck with it and just blurted it out.  Fortunately, he had the same curiosity. 

I climbed out of bed.  To avoid getting caught, he put his lamp under a cover and turned it on so we just had limited light but could see well enough.  We took off our shirts and then, after some hesitation, pulled down our boxers.  We were now standing less than a foot apart completely naked staring at each other’s hard on.  Unlike at camp, where we would have to be discreet when checking people out, we had no reservation about staring at each other’s penis.

Now it was his turn to ask the bold question.  “Do you want to see what each other’s feels like?”  That made me nervous but I also found the idea to be very intriguing.  “Um, OK.”

He pulled an extra sheet out of his closet and laid it out on the carpet in front of us.  He knelt to the side of me and started to feel.  He rubbed the inside of my upper legs, rubbed and juggled my balls and touched my dick a couple times but said that he wasn’t ready for me to cum yet, that he wanted to tease me some more.  It felt exhilarating to have him touch me like that.  Finally, he said it was time for me to cum.  He rubbed my tip a little bit then made a ring with his fingers and stroked.  It only took a matter of seconds and I was shooting off on to the sheet.  It was humbling to be made to do it by my friend, as well as for him to watch me do it, but it also felt great.       

 

After I had finished, I said that it was now my turn to abuse him.  His erection remained really hard.  I started rubbing him the same way her had done me.  He immediately tensed up and said it tickled.  He was clearly affected as he shivered several times.  After a while, I said it was time to make him cum.  I liked having control over his dick.  As I stroked him, a drop of cum quickly appeared at the tip of his penis.  Almost immediately afterward, his cum came shooting out.  It was fun to watch him lose control and now be the one to face the humility of it.

We then wiped off our dicks, stuffed the sheet in his closet, put our boxers and t shirts back on, and went to bed. 

 The following morning, we had to hurry to get ready for school and did not have time to talk about what we had done.  We were able to talk that afternoon.  We concluded that we were probably not the first guys in the world to have done that.  We were pretty sure that it didn’t make us moral deviants who should be locked in an institution to protect society.  We agreed that it felt really good and made it more exciting to have the other guy’s fingers touching us than when we would use our own hands.  We also agreed that the humility of giving up control of our dicks and being made to cum by the other guy heightened the sensation.  We weren’t embarrassed.  We had been close friends for several years, and it seemed that this was something that enhanced the bond between us.

As I went back to my house that evening, I wondered if the previous night’s activity would be a one-time thing, or if we would do it again.  

Mick