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This is a true story.
It was 1973, I was in grade eight and I sat next to Mark in English. This was the only class we had together and we became fast friends. He was a good looking guy with medium brown hair. I slept over one night during that school year at his house and he slept naked. I was fooling around with the blankets and wanted to see what he had between his legs. It was dark so all I saw was a shadow of something.
The summer after grade eight, Mark moved away. I missed hanging out with him so with my parent's permission I took a day's ride on a greyhound bus to spend a couple of weeks with him.
Mark had set a tent up next to their rural home for him and I to sleep in. A couple of nights after I arrived we crawled into our sleeping bags for the night wearing just our underwear and we got to talking about girls and having `jacks'. I asked him if he jacked-off and he said he did but not very often -- kinda like me. I asked him if he felt like having a jack and without hesitation, he pulled down the zipper on his sleeping bag and threw the blanket aside.
I guess what we had been talking about had exited Mark as he had a boner and the head of his penis had pushed through the elastic band of his white fruit-of-the-loom underwear. He said that his penis looked gross poking through but I said I thought it looked okay. He pulled his underwear off and there he was -- all of him.
Mark's penis was about six inches long, cut, straight as an arrow and with a mound of dark brown pubic hair which surprised me. I thought his pubes should be the same shade as the hair on his head (like I had seen a lot of guys naked). His penis was thicker than mine but I didn't think that mattered much. He had a great set of balls with lots of hair on them. They didn't hang far down but they weren't close to his body either -- kinda like mine.
Mark put his hands behind his head and I could see that pit hair was staring to grow. As I wrapped my fourteen year old hand around his penis he let out a slight gasp. His penis felt really warm, harder and thicker than mine. Mark laid there with his eyes closed as I stroked him up and down. I loved having his penis in my hand and I was positive I was the only guy ever to touch him there.
I kept with a steady rhythm and Mark laid there with his eyes closed and I wondered what he was thinking about. Everyone once in a while I would feel his penis tense a bit and then relax. Good feelings.
After about five minutes or so he said he was going to cum. I watched as he started to squirm a bit, making faces and as his breathing increased I felt his penis begin to tense and get even harder. It seemed to take another minute for him to cum and then he shot about three good ropes of young man cum all over his chest. I was amazed at how hard his penis had got and for that length of time before he shot.
He swore but had a big grin on his face. I guess he liked me jacking him off. Mark grabbed his t-shirt and wiped himself up.
I was massively hard by this time with my boner and I climbed out of my sleeping bag, laid on top of it and pulled my underwear down.
Mark looked at me and carefully wrapped his fourteen year old hand around my boner and the feeling was electrifying. He was only the second guy to jack-me-off (the other being David) and it felt so good for another guy to be handling me -- a really different feeling.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed how my penis felt in somebody else's hand. Mark had a strong grip but not a hard one. He had a slow but steady rhythm and I could feel my young man sperm starting its way to the finish line. Soon I could feel the eruption getting close and there was no way I could stop it. I started to breathe faster and then my penis got rock hard. I don't know what Mark thought about it or if he even thought anything about what he was feeling.
I said I was going to cum and I exploded all over my chest. Like Mark, I shot about three good ropes and that was about it. Mark kept up the rhythm until I stared to go soft and then he stopped. He grabbed his t-shirt and gave it to me. I wiped everything up and not much more was said. We climbed back into our sleeping bags and that was it.
The next few nights we didn't do anything or talk about much before we went to sleep but later in the week there was a horrible windstorm and it crashed our tent down. We climbed into his bedroom through the basement window. It was two o'clock in the morning and we were both wide awake after all the excitement. As we laid around talking, I asked him if he want to jack each other off again and he said sure.
Mark took his underwear off and he was completely soft - wow. He was as impressive soft as he was hard. I ran my fingers through his pubes as I carefully lifted his penis up and made sure no pubes came with my hand. He was bigger than I was soft and his penis felt spongy in my hand but that feeling didn't last long. As I started to stroke him, he got hard quickly and he was a carbon copy of what happened a few nights ago. When Mark wiped himself up then it was my turn and I was already hard. Mark did a great job with me and I always enjoyed another guy jacking me off. He had really warm hands it felt really good.
At the end of my stay, Mark decided he wanted to come back with me and after a couple of phone calls to my parents, we hopped the greyhound bus.
My dad had setup our tent trailer in our backyard for Mark and I to sleep in. A couple of nights later, he was the one who asked me if I wanted to jack each other off. He unzipped the sleeping bag and showed me that he was hard and ready. I really did in the worst way want to, but didn't want to seem anxious so I said I didn't feel like it that night which was a total lie.
He never asked again and that was the last time I saw him naked.
Mark returned to our home a few years later and stayed with us as he took grade eleven. I tried to do something with him but those experiences were long gone.