Ok the usual warnings go here, if your under 18 or it's illegal to read this where you are don't. This story is about masturbation; if this type of story offends you don't read it. Comments are welcome email fox503@hotmail.com flames ignored and deleted.
Paul and Me
One day after school Paul and I were at what was then the Sale Barn. Since it was in between cattle sales the place had nothing but empty stalls, and the smell of cattle. I was around 15 at the time and Paul was about the same age. The two of us had been exploring all of the mysterious little nooks and crannies that a good-sized sale barn has to offer.
While we were looking into one of the stalls Paul looked at me and asked if I jacked off. Secretly I was hoping to see what was hanging in his pants, and even today believe if I had wanted to blow him he would have let me. Now that I think back about it I kinda think he was hoping for the same thing.
Anyway I looked back at him and stated every chance I get. Why? Paul kinda got that far off look like he was thinking hard about something and mentioned I will if you will. No way was I doing to pass that one up, so I asked him where could we go. Well after finding a place where we couldn't be seen by passers-by, which wasn't difficult in a sale barn. Paul and I unzipped our pants and hauled our dicks out. I'm uncut and at 15 had reached my full length of 7" and naturally I made sure to get a good look at Paul's.
Paul's dick was cut and a good 8-1/2 inches long and pointed straight out from his stomach. The head of it was round and shinny pink and just made for suckin on. The tip of it was kinda blunt with a rather wide slit. Having learned every inch of mine from the time I learned how to jerk off I was more interested in paying attention to Paul's. His balls were the low hanger's, round and about the size of a large hen's egg. What I wanted to do was lock my lips around it and suck on for all I was worth. Truth was I just to damned afraid to, in the early sixties, words like queer and fag weren't good names to have and gay still meant having a good time.
Well there the two of us were strokin on our rods with me wanting to do more than just stroke. I might not have been experienced enough to have deep throated it, but it would have sure been fun tryin. Neither of us was in a hurry to finish so we were taking long and slow strokes and keepin pace with one another. No words were said between the two of us we were two horny teens caught up in moment of a hot jerk off session. Although I would have liked it to be otherwise neither one of us touched the other.
Paul looked at me and said he was about to cum, and since I was close myself I said I was to. So the two of us speeded up our strokes to short fast ones. Paul was the first to shoot his load, nothing spectacular mind you but still three or four sizeable ropes of cum followed by a few smaller ones. Watching Paul shoot his jiz sent me over the top and I blasted away with three or four good's myself. Both of us wiped our hands smiled at each other and stuffed our dicks back in our pants.