Erotic Stories: Me and Brian

When I was 12 years old, I was in the sixth grade.  I wasn't anything
special.  I was just an average kid in my grade.  I had, though, made
friends with a boy that lived not too far away from me.  His name was
Brian.  He was just an average kid just like me.  At first we would just
watch movies, listen to music, play basketball, ride our bicycles and such.
That was until we both discovered masturbation.
Before either of us knew what an orgasm was, I used to go to his house.
He would stack pillows up on the floor.  We would place our dicks between
the pillows and fuck them.  But, neither of us had orgasms.  A few days
later, I had my first orgasm.  It was a solo orgasm.  I didn't know what it was but the second time I had one, I realized what it was and knew that was why I was masturbating.

When Brian had his first orgasm, he didn't know what it was either but
he soon realized that it was supposed to happen.  We continued to fuck the stacked pillows on the floor whenever we would get together.  And when we had our orgasms, we would hold our dicks and run to the bathroom and drain ourselves into the toilet.

 
We soon grew tired of fucking the pillows.  We began lying on the bed and stroking ourselves.  By this time, we wouldn't touch each other.  We would just stroke our own dicks.  It felt really good to be masturbating
next to someone else who was doing the same but I wanted more.  I wanted to touch his dick.

One afternoon, about 6 weeks or so after we started stroking ourselves in his bed, I made my move.  I leaved over to him and looked him in the eye.

   "Brian, can I touch your dick?", I asked.

   "Well, ok Nels", he answered.

 

I was nervous but I knew I wanted to do this.  I had never touched
someone else's dick and I was sure I wanted it.  I reached out and touched it.  His dick jumped and got extremely hard.  I knew he liked this.  I
began to stroke his dick slowly at first andthen went faster and faster
until he let out a stream of cum that went all over my hand and onto his
stomach.  He liked it a lot and I wanted the same thing from him.
Brian gently took hold of my hard dick.  The touch of another person
sent me into orbit.  He stroked my cock hard and fast until, like him, I
blew a huge load all over his hand and my stomach.  We went into the
bathroom to clean up.
Brian and I stroked each other several times a week over the next two
years.  But, we never did anything other than that.  Just stroking each
other's dicks.  I so much wanted to fuck him in the ass but he would never let me.

We would stroke each other any time we were alone, in the house, in the bathroom, in the woods (which was a lot of fun).  I loved our times together.  It was so much fun.  I would wait all day at school until I could go to Brian's house and get off with him.  Then I found out the bad news.

  He told me he was moving to Ohio.  I was devistated.  Our fun time would be coming to an end.  I was so sad.  The day he moved, he called me and told me that the times we had were fun.  I said the same thing.

  Two years later, Brian moved back into his old house.  But, things between us were never the same.  We remained friends for several more years but we never got back to those old stroking days.  Once I graduated high school, I didn't see him any more.  He moved away and got married but I never, EVER forgot those teenage years when Brian and I would stroke each other's dicks!