By the time I got home later that morning, I was as hard as a rock and almost ran to the bathroom to jack off. I had been replaying the night before over and over in my head. Most vivid was the sight of Greg's hand riding up and down on his dick. I could see the skin bunch and stretch with each stroke. The head of his dick curling down just a bit on the downstroke. His tanned thin fingers gripping tightly his dick. I saw Greg's low hanging balls flop up and down, slapping his inner thighs. His dick seemed to tower above us and his stroke length was huge. His piss tube stuck out so much on the underside of his dick.
I kept my eyes shut, my head leaned back, as I jacked off hard and fast. I was aching being that horny and I rushed to get some relief. I didn't bother to try to catch it with towels, socks, or TP, I just let the cum fly. I tried to keep jacking off as I shot cum all over and only stopped when my dick became so sensitive that I was flinching each time my hand touched the head of my dick. Once empty, I stayed there, slumped down, almost unconscious but still thinking about jacking off with Greg and swimming naked with the girls.
I didn't get to see Greg for the next few days, but the thoughts of that night and of things to come stayed in my mind. I kept getting boners all day long. It really didn't take that much for me to get hard, waking up would do it, riding in a car, laying in the sun, reading the dictionary, all would do it. These boners were harder, longer, and made my balls ache. A semi-hard dick would make me think about that night, then I would get even harder. I stole away as much as I could to jack off. My mother thought I must have had diarrhea because I was running to the bathroom so much.
This was not my first time, but my interest in sex and such things had never been stronger. My experience with boys had been limited to just one other, other than some playing around as real little kids. With girls, I was almost as inexperienced as I was with boys. I had all kinds of visions of what I could do with them, some physically impossible but in my inexperienced imagination possibilities seemed endless.
I finally hooked up with Greg several days later and we broke loose from the others to go swimming at his place. We didn't talk that much as we ran by my house to pick up my swimsuit. And the conversation in the pool was all over the place, mostly non-sexual in any way. But I stared at his body. I loved he way the cool water covered his chest, a thin silvery coating over his bronzed body. Drops of water were hanging from his hard nipples. A half a dozen dark hairs were growing from the middle of his chest. My eyes strained to see his dark blue swimsuit under the water. I wanted to see if his boner was as hard as the one I was carrying.
We talked about stuff and carefully skirted around what went on a few nights earlier. Then we did start talking about getting the girls to come back over. Sometime when we could all get naked again. We considered all the possibilities when we could be sure no adults would walk in on us. We thought we would need a lot of time since we calculated the odds of actually fucking the girls as very high. Greg asked me if I could fuck a girl with him watching or with him and Missy watching. I answered by saying that if I could jack off with him, I could be fucking with him and Missy around. Greg immediately seized the opportunity and asked me if I wanted to go do it. Go into his room and jack off. I said let's go and didn't breathe again until we were behind locked doors in his bathroom. He pointed and noticed that I was already hard and ready to go. Even with us about to strip and jack, I got a little embarrassed by having a boner. The water warmed up in the shower, we pulled down our swimsuits, Greg stepped into the shower, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me in. I felt a jolt of electricity go through my body from the simple touch of his hand.
My dick was straight out, straining to get even harder, it was throbbing with my heartbeat, it looked to be dancing. Greg and I stood there, boners side by side, and I loved the look of two dicks so close together. Mine looked angrier, his skin was smoother and softer looking. His dick head was darker but very good looking with a beautiful curve.
My hand grabbed hold of my own dick and started a little stroking, a little fingering of my balls, and then full stroke jacking off. My eyes were amazed as they moved from watching Greg jacking to my own dick. Greg's belly was tight muscles, his dark black pubes lay flat on his smooth belly. His boner erupted from his fist on each downstroke. The shower water splashed loudly with the rhythm of the stroking.
While I was building to a cum, I was brought the edge when our dick heads touched. At first by accident and then intentionally. As skin met skin, I felt the convulsions streak through me. I moaned at the touch and made noises I had never made. There was no holding this cum and I shot long and hot streams. They landed on Greg's belly and chest and he even moved out of the stream of water to keep the cum in place. His laugh was a sign at how much he enjoyed it. I was out of cum when he went into high gear. His fist flying, dick flopping, balls bouncing, eyes closed, head back, biting his lip, Greg thrust his hips forward and out shot the whitest cum I have ever seen. It didn't fly all the far but stayed it large globs. I moved my leg so that some would fall on me. I felt hot. I felt sexy. It felt great in my fingers.
I was going to write some more, more about how the summer progressed, more about the next midnight swim with the girls, more jacking. But I need to go jack off right now. It seems like a good place to end this one here. I hope this is enjoyable. Email me and let me know what you think. Kebo_t@hotmail.com