A little while ago, being half asleep with a friend, something slipped out that we had tacitly agreed never to count: the number of times we jerk off together. --It would be like finding Migue jerking off... --Well... It wouldn't be the first time, nor would it be so grave-. I replied. The message was subtle but clear. We laughed immediately, due to nervousness and complicity, but our other friend remained frozen. In reality, everything was the opposite. He turned red, very red, and with difficulty moving, he stayed gazing lost into nothing. Trying to hide his shock and all that was happening to him, he threw a couple of comments to see if we had understood correctly. We evaded them with certain indifference, between laughter and bad jokes; but when we saw he was really interested, we went a little deeper into the details. Only a little. We told him yes, that since more than 10 years ago, almost always when we get together (we lied: it's ALWAYS), one of us stays over at the other's house, and something is missing to finish the gathering if neither of us proposes putting on a porn and getting a good masturbation. The crazy guy was so red and nervous that his hand was shaking as he held the beer glass. We could hear the sound of the glass base tinkling on the table. Migue and I looked at each other sideways, and maybe we thought the same thing in that moment. I acted stupid and pulled out a handkerchief to blow my nose, to let the handkerchief fall to the floor and bend down to pick it up, to take advantage of the situation and look under the table. Just as I suspected, our friend had an enormous erection. With Migue, we wanted to turn the interrogation around and start asking questions. We asked him, like someone who doesn't want to admit it, if he never did something like that. He told us - with a thread of voice, trembling like frozen crap - no, absolutely not. A couple of seconds later... He doubted himself and said well, once... on a fishing trip with... some friends on an island, went to pee near some trees, and their other friends started messing around with their dildos, each one behind a tree. He followed the trend, not wanting to be a bad vibe, and so they all ended up wanking themselves.
We asked why if they had that confidence, they hadn't wanked off in the tent together, more comfortable and without that crap timidity.
And so we had a great chat about those limits that aren't crossed, but we die to cross them.
After that we went to sleep. And with the lights out, Miguel started making sounds of masturbation. We all started laughing. I had her asleep, but I made some noises too to see what the other guy was doing. At the touch there were movements in both beds and on the floor mattress, and the elastic bands of 3 boxers or briefs sliding over skin.
The smell of cock and the sound of three guys moaning immediately filled the totally dark room.
We asked why if they had that confidence, they hadn't wanked off in the tent together, more comfortable and without that crap timidity.
And so we had a great chat about those limits that aren't crossed, but we die to cross them.
After that we went to sleep. And with the lights out, Miguel started making sounds of masturbation. We all started laughing. I had her asleep, but I made some noises too to see what the other guy was doing. At the touch there were movements in both beds and on the floor mattress, and the elastic bands of 3 boxers or briefs sliding over skin.
The smell of cock and the sound of three guys moaning immediately filled the totally dark room.
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