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Date: Mon, 3 Feb 2014 14:31:23 -0800
From: C C <hikinjoe@hotmail.com>
Subject: Greg Shows Me How

The first time Greg showed me how to masturbate was during a sleep-over
at his house. We were in our underwear, in sleeping bags in his room. We
could hear his parents talking downstairs, but the door was closed and
the lights off. He shined the flashlight at himself so I could see his
tented underpants, saying he was really hard and did I want to see
something cool. He pulled down his breifs and his boner popped up. Mine
was hard too: we'd been talking about girls we knew and saying all the
stuff we'd done with them, sucked their tits and licked their sweet
pussies. It got us both hard, even though we both knew we were lying. We
were virgins, but lying about that was as common as claiming you never
jerked off. I didn't particularly need Greg to show me how to do it, but
I was as horny as him and since the girls were only in our perverted
imaginations, we'd have to make do somehow without them. He asked me to
hold the flashlight while he rolled onto his side and started using his
hand to rub the head of his dick on the soft flannel inside of the
sleeping bag. Not my usual technique, but looked interesting and might be
worth trying. I leaned forward a bit,  directing the flashlight to get a
better view, noting how his hand was sliding the skin over the shaft of
his erection and he moved the sensitive tip against the fabric. Greg
moaned softly and quickened his pace, the head of his boner getting
redder. He whispered how good it felt and maybe I wanted to try it. He
meant did I want to try it on mine, I'm sure, but since I'd already
lowered my briefs and was (discreetly, I hoped) humping the floor, I
misunderstood. Um, sure, I said and reached for his cock. I imitated his
grip, wrapping my fingers around as Greg sucked in air, gasping in a
combination of surprise and gratitude, I guess. He picked up the
flashlight where I'd dropped it and trained the beam on my hand keeping
up the rhythm. How's that, I asked and he moaned that it was so good, the
best. His boner was hard in my hand, the soft skin moving smoothly over
the length of it. Gonna come in a second, Greg warned. My face was less
then a foot from his dick and  watched the tip redden and swell. He
grunted quietly and I felt him throb and watched the thick white cum
begin to pulse out. I kept stroking as he came, the semen spurting onto
the flannel. Greg fell over onto his back when he'd spent himself,
sighing and leaving the flashlight lying there, shining onto the pool of
his cum.  It was a lot, more than I ever made, having only recently begun
to actually ejaculate. Greg saw me looking at it and said, I really come
more now, and it's thicker. Yeah, was all I could manage to say. Smells
good too, he went on, like pineapple almost. He leaned over and smelled
his semen, then told me to smell it and see. If I hadn't been so horny, I
probably wouldn't have, but my burning cock made me lean in, putting my
nose nearly into the cum I'd just milked out of my buddy. I sniffed,
detected nothing really, and only realized I'd been tricked when I felt
his hand on the back of my head and my face going into his still warm
sperm. I twisted away, but not before cum was smeared across my cheeks,
nose, and lips. What the..., I sputtered, semen dripping into my mouth
when I spoke. Greg jumped back, giggling, as I made for the bathroom to
clean it off. I slammed the door to show I was mad, but also because I'd
gotten a taste of my buddy's jizz and I wanted some privacy to taste
more. I licked my lips, using a finger to scoop a glob off my cheek and
into my mouth. My cock throbbed, calling out for my attention, and I
smeared more cum onto my hand to use as lube. I turned on the faucet for
cover-noise and leaned against the door so no one could come in as I
stroked my cum-slippery cock. I was dizzy with arousal, still tasting
Greg's semen, and I staggered to the edge of the tub to sit down before I
fell down. Greg burst through the door, just as I came, saying, Sorry
man, don't be pissed... I must have been quite a sight, my red face still
dripping with his cum, my slicked hand flying over my hard cock as my own
load spurted onto the bathroom floor.