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This story contains graphic sex scenes and is intended for persons 18 years or over. If this does not describe you, please leave now. This story has some basis in truth but all names have been changed to protect any real persons involved.
It Started With A Question - Chapter 1
Shawn couldn't believe what he had just said! He hadn't meant to ask his lifelong friend what he had, but the words were out of his mouth before he even thought about it.
Shawn had known Sam his entire life. Only two years seperated them in age, but they had grown up almost like brothers. They shared many common interest and spent weekends together whenever it could be worked out. Now that Shawn was 16 and had his drivers licence, a whole new world was opened to them. Being 1973, gas was cheap and their parents trusted them to not do anything stupid.
Now, one simple question was about to destroy this friendship. The two boys had just left the bowling alley and were heading to Shawn's house. Sitting in the car at a stoplight, Shawn heard his own voice utter words he desperately wanted to take back -- "Hey Sam, have you ever jacked off in front of anybody?" The silence that followed could be cut with a knife.
Growing up together, they had done all of the usual things that boys do. They had changed into bathing suits in front of each other, pissed in the woods when they were hiking and even compared their dicks at different stages of their lives, so they didn't even give it a second thought to be nude in front of each other. But here of late, Shawn had found himself thinking about Sam in a different way. He found himself thinking about Sam's dick with its fringe of hair just above it. He wondered what it would look like stiff and standing up. These thoughts usually came at night when he was in bed and always ended the same way -- with Shawn stroking his throbbing dick until he shot his warm cum all over his heaving chest and stomach. He didn't know where these thoughts came from, but they were becoming an obsession.
Now this! It was like the words had just formed in thin air and fell out of his mouth. With a sense of fear deep in his stomach, Shawn looked over at Sam sitting next to him on the front seat of his old beater of a car. Sam was just staring back at him, mouth hanging open. The light turned green and Shawn turned his focus back to the road.
As the silence grew, Shawn gripped the steering wheel tightly and thought, "Well fuck it." If their friendship was going to end anyway, why not drive the nails deeply into the coffin.
"I mean, I guess you jack off. I was just curious if I could watch you do it?" Shawn cut his eyes over to his friend again who was sitting there looking down at his hands. In desperation, Shawn started to talk faster, "I mean, if you would let me watch you, I would do it too so you could watch me. I mean, if you are interested in that."
Again watching the road, Shawn held his breath. He waited for Sam to tell him to go to hell and take him on home instead of to Shawn's house. If he had not been holding his breath, Shawn might not have heard Sam's response, he said it so softly.
"You would do it at the same time with me?"
Shawn looked over and said, "Yeah, I would."
Then, even softer, Sam said, "OK."
"What?", asked Shawn.
"OK", Sam Said again a little louder. "If you will, I will."
Shawn let his breath out with a huge sigh. "Tonight?"
Sam looked up and smiled a weak smile. "Yeah, tonight..... if you want to."
Shawn relaxed his grip on the wheel and felt his whole body relax as well. Sam hadn't yelled at him or hit him. He couldn't believe that things were turning out the way they were.
They turned on to Shawn's street and then pulled into his driveway, parking next to his parent's cars. Turning the car off, Shawn and Sam sat still listening to the eight-track, not looking at each other.
"How do you think we can do this?", Sam finally asked.
"I don't know, let me think a minute", Shawn replied. It was obvious that Sam was going to force him make all the first moves since he had started this madness.
As they sat there, a new song came on the car stereo -- Elton John began belting out "Jamacia Jerk-Off."
The two boys burst out laughing at the same time and the dark pawl that had hung over them since Shawn first opened his mouth evaporated. They looked each other in the eye for the first time and laughed even harder.
Catching his breath, Shawn said, "How about this. We wait until my folks go to bed and go to sleep. We wait a while to be sure that they aren't awake. Then you get up and go down the hall to the bathroom like you need to piss or something. Don't turn on the light or anything and wait. A little while later, I'll come in with you. Then we just do it."
Sam sat for a minute, then nodded his head. "OK".
Plan made, the two boys went on in the house. Shawn's parents were watching the late news when they walked in. His mom looked up and asked, "Hi boys, did you you have fun bowling?"
"Yeah, it was ok, but crowded. We saw some of the other guys there, too. We're pretty beat, so I think Sam and me are going on to bed," shawn said.
"OK, sweetie. Do you want us to let you sleep in in the morning? Remember, Dad and I have to both work tomorrow. Will you be ok on your own?"
"Yeah, we'll be fine. Just let us wake up when we want to. It's been a long week at school."
Yeah," Sam added.
Saying goodnight, the boys went down the hall to Shawn's bedroom. Talking like nothing was out opf the ordinary, they changed into their pajamas, but didn't look at each other while the stripped to their tighty-whities and pulled on their shorts pajama bottoms. Neither boy wore a top to sleep in. While Sam crawled into Shawn's double bed, Shawn turned on the radio and turned out the lights, then followed Sam into his bed. They had shared a bed together for years, but tonight they both just lay there flat of their backs, not talking. The space between their young bodies seemed so small, but as big as a mile at the same time.
A short while later, they heard Shawn's parents walking down the hall and heading for their bedroom. Still in silence and not moving, the boys lay very still and waited. In the silence, they heard Shawn's dad start to snore loudly, like he aways did. Soon after, they heard his mom's soft snoring start, even though she would tell you that she didn't snore.
Still the boys were silent and unmoving. First one song and then another played on the radio. Another half-hour passed before Shawn wispered, "Are you awake?"
From the darkness next to him, Sam responded with a simple, "Yeah."
Waiting for more, Shawn lay still a while longer. "You still want to?", he asked.
"I don't know, do you?", came from the darkness.
"If you want to," Shawn responded.
Again the night was filled with silence.
After what felt like an hour, Shawn felt the bed shift and he saw Sam's silloette as he quietly headed for the door. Holding his breath, Shawn listened as Sam crept down the hall to the bathroom and quietly closed the door.
Shawn lay still for several minutes before he got out of bed just as quietly and crept down the hall. Looking at the door, he was relieved to see that Sam had not turned on the light. With a gentle touch, Shawned turned the door knob and stepped into the bathroom. Closing the door softly behind him, he heard Sam whisper, "I wasn't sure if you had chickened out or not."
"No way," Shawn replied and turned on the lightswitch. The sudden burst of light blinded them both. As their eyes adjusted, they stood facing each other. Finally, Sam asked, "Now what?'
Shawn looked his friend square in the eye and said, "I guess we should take our clothes off."
"All the way?"
"Yeah, I guess so -- if you think that is the way to do it."
"OK."
But neither one moved for a minute. Then, almost like they were being controlled by someone else, they turned their backs to one other and began easing their pajamas and underware down their trembling legs. It was funny that they turned their backs considering what they were about to do. Then slowly, they turned and stood next to each other, looking into the large plateglass mirror. Without looking at each other, they could see themselves from mid-thigh up.
Shawn let his eyes travel from the reflection of Sam's face down his slim body, looking at his small nipples, the beginnings of a six pack and his beautiful navel. Shawn had never thought about it before, but he discovered that he liked looking at Sam's navel. He let his eyes rove lower, finally settling on the object of many a jack-off session.
There it hung, soft and in full view. Not bad for a 14 year old, Shawn thought. It was not that long, fairly slinder and circumcised. The big surprise was Sam's balls, with big being the operative word. They seemed large for a boy his age, bigger than Shawn's, and the bag hung down very low. It made Sam's dick look like it was resting on two fluffy pillows. Shawn just stared at the object of his fanticies. Finally tearing hs eyes away, Shawn looked up to find that Sam was looking at the reflection of his body with the same expression of interest. Shawn lowered his eyes an looked at his own soft dick. Slightly longer than Sam's, it was decidedly bigger around, but his balls were drawn up tigher and hiding behind the shaft. All in all, he thought they were both beautiful in their own way.
There was that word again -- beautiful. He had no idea where that came from.
A moment later, their reflections were looking at each other eye to eye.
Finally, Sam broke the silence, "Now what?"
"I guess we just do what we normally do when we're alone," Shawn replied. Having said that, he reached for his soft dick with his left hand and started to move it around and stretch it out a little. Looking to his left, he saw Sam's reflected right hand do the same thing, but paying more attention to his balls. From that moment forward, Shawn's eyes never left Sam's "privates". As he watched, he saw Sam's dick begin to plump up and lengthen. Twitching as blood rushed in, the pale skinned dick grew in length, but not getting much bigger around. Slowly it began to raise its red head and the single eye seemed to stare at the mirror and wink at Shawn. This caused him to suck in his breath as he responded to what he was seeing.
Shawn's own dick began to lengthen and expand until it was standing up and pressing into his navel. At 6 1/2 inches, Shawn was proud of what he had between his legs. But Sam's dick kept getting longer and longer until it was about 7 inches long. Slim and long, it did not stand straight up. Instead, it drooped a little, with a slight downward curve to the shaft. The head was what caught Shawn's attention next. The shaft squeezed in just a little before it got to the flair of the head, which was exactly the same size as the shaft. Maybe an inch long,the head came more to a point instead of being rounded like his. To Shawn's mind, it looked like a bent arrow.
Smiling to himself, Shawn moved his hand and wrapped it around his pulsing shaft. Then slowly, he began to move his hand up and down his shaft at a slow pace. Sam followed suit and began stroking his own shaft. In complete silence, they watched in the mirror, matching each other stroke for stroke.
After only a couple of minutes, Shawn noticed that both of their dicks were starting to turn red, with Sam's being more noticable against his fair skin. Without taking his eyes off of his friend's dick, Shawn opened a drawer in the cabinet next to him, reached in and pulled out a half full bottle of Corn Huskers Lotion. Taking his hand off of his throbbing dick for the first time since this had started, he opened the top and poured out a small amount of lotion into his palm. Setting the bottle down, he went back to work on his tingling dick.
Sam's right hand stopped in mid-stroke and he cocked an eyebrow. "What's that for?" Shawn stopped stroking as well and replied, "I like to use this sometimes. It makes my dick real slick and it feels really good, too. Want some?"
"Sure", said Sam and held out his hand. Shawn poured some into it and sat the bottle back down. "Just do what you always do, but feel the difference."
Both boys grasped their dicks and went back to stroking, but a little faster than before. "This feels great," gasped Sam and redoubled his efforts. As their stroking got faster, their breathing became more ragged.
Soon their hands were a blur. It didn't take long until Shawn's balls pulled up tight against his body and he knew what was coming next (no pun intended). As the inevitable crept closer, Shawn hobbled over to the toilet, closed his eyes tightly and shot jet after jet of cum into the bowl, making a plpping noise as it hit the water. As he opened his eyes again, Shawn became aware of Sam's arm pressed against his. Looking down, he was just in time to see Sam's cum join his in the toilet. Sam's grunts punctuated each jet until it was only a dribble hitting the water.
Both boys were gasping for air and leaning against each other for support. They continued to lightly stroke their slowly deflating dicks. As their heartrates returned to normal, Sam said in a hushed voice, "That was awsome!"
"Yeah", was Shawn's only respose. Wringing the last drops from their dicks, the boys stepped away from the toilet as Shawn reached out and flushed it. They stood facing each other for a moment and then reached down for their clothes that lay bunched on the floor. In silence, they dressed and then Sam turned off the light.
"You go first," said Shawn and waited in the darkness.
"OK," said Sam as he gently opened the door and disappeared down the hall.
Shawn counted to fifty and then follwed. His mind was going in circles thinking about what they had just done as he climbed into bed next to Sam. Laying still, flat of his back, he listened to Sam's smooth, even breathing and realzed his friend was already asleep. Rolling onto his side, Shawn saw that it was almost 1 in the morning. Breathing a heavy sigh, Shawn closed his eyes and was soon asleep himself. His peaceful sleep was punctuated by dreams of huge jets of snow white cum shooting out of the pointed head of his best friend's dick. Anyone seeing him sleep would be bound to wonder whay Shawn smiled all night long.