ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18
This is a work of artistic fiction. It is centered around the themes of masturbation and incest.
"So we will do it at the same time?"
"Yeah, at the same time... ready?"
"...ready."
"One, two, three, now."
With an anxious rush, I jerk my boxers down and pull them out from under my sleeping bag. My friend does the same. We throw our underwear at the same spot on the wall. I am naked now, and so is he. My head is spinning, full to the brim with contradictory emotions. I am thrilled to be naked, but I am embarrassed of the erection that is tenting my sleeping bag. I am pleased we are already naked and his parents only just sent us off to bed 30 minutes ago, but I also am terrified at how quickly things are moving.
This our third sleepover this summer, and each one has had its own exciting narrative. The first one, after we had talked for hours, we had both reached a place of comfort and ease I had never known in my young life. This in and of itself was exciting, for I did not have many friends. At the second one, we talked the whole time about secrets. The night culminated with us admitting to each other a number of important facts: we both were hard for most of the conversation; we both had enormous crushes on practically every woman in our families; and neither of us knew what to do about it. After these shared revelations, we both drifted off to sleep. Tonight, as we lay there naked and aroused, we talk about the times we caught glimpses of our family in various states of undress, what our sisters look like in their bathing suits, and the noises we sometimes hear emanating from our parents' bedrooms before we both trail off and I fall asleep. Some time later, I do not remember when, I awoke to find my friends bed empty. I rose from my spot on the floor and scanned the room. I saw a shaft of light raying out from the bathroom door down the hall. I crept up to the ajar door, for some reason terrified of being caught.
Inside the bathroom, my friend was kneeling on the floor facing away from me, completely naked, and his hands were worrying with something in front of him. For no clear reason, my penis began to thicken and rise. I did not notice this until my hand brushed the sticky, wet tip, which sent a shock wave up my spine. I realized that I was naked and exposed. With my erection bouncing, I quickly and quietly made my way back to my spot on the floor and covered myself. The contact of the sleeping bag made my penis weep more fluid, but somehow I manged to fall asleep. The next morning, though I was burning with curiosity about the event from the night before, I made no mention of my voyeuristic escapade. We went swimming and generally shuffled around the neighborhood, which was a massive network of suburbs deep in the Mid-Atlantic. As the day wore on, my friend casually asked me if I wanted to spend the night again tonight. I agreed immediately. We cleared everything with the parents and then had dinner at my house.
As is traditional, the majority of dinner was spent idly watching my friend ogle my sister Lily. His attraction made perfect sense. My sister was two years older than me, and she was the very picture of sexuality in full bloom. Her jaunty, angular frame had given way to an adequately curved shape. Her small breasts seemed to be in a constant state of perkiness. Her athletic rump was complemented by anything she wore. One could only imagine the sight of her butt unencumbered, and this my friend was doing, and with gusto. A number of times I caught myself doing the same.
After dinner was cleaned up, we said our goodbyes and made our way over to his place. On the way we talked about my sister and her friends. As we walked, I notice my friend kept shifting his penis around. The more I looked, the more my own thickened with excitement. When we were only a minute or so away, my friend turned a street early and said he wanted to show me something. We dashed across a lawn in the falling light and crept under a row of bushes until we were behind the house that was to the right of my friend's place. We were both kneeling down next to each other. Without a comment or warning, my friend unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect dick and gripped it tightly, causing his head to swell. With two fingers circling the crown, he pulled it straight down as far as it would go, then released. It flopped upward and bounced. He did this a few times, then gripped his veiny shaft and began rubbing it up and down.
Up to this point, my only masturbatory activity was to hump my pillow until I emptied myself. Seeing him grip it was exciting and arousing. I pulled mine out so I could play too. Our penises were quite similar: about the same length and thick with fat, purplish heads. After playing for a few seconds, he pulled his pants down even more and lifted his balls up and over his fly. When you haven't been exposed to pornography or many pool changing rooms, the tendency is to believe your own penis is how they all look. He and I were so similar that it reinforced this delusion. I would learn later that summer we were both of average length and above average thickness. I pulled my pants down to my knees so my balls could feel the open air. I noticed that his testicles were less downy than mine, but of a similar size. Later in life we would find out that we both had very large balls. We kept looking at each other, from face to penis and back. There was absolutely no guilt or embarrassment. We had created a safe space to be free with our mutual pleasure. When he broke the silence my penis jumped in my hands and spewed a long stream of crystal clear fluid.
"This is why I do it here."
I looked up, following his gaze towards his neighbor's house. Elegantly framed in the window was the neighbor girl. She was a few years older with extremely large breasts. Her name was Patty and she put forth a fairly conservative image to the world at large, always wearing constricting sports bras and modest clothes. The girl in the window was a harsh counterpoint to that portrait. She was completely nude, standing in front of a mirror with her knees bent and legs spread wide. We could see her large vaginal lips and thick, brunette curls between her legs while she mercilessly rubbed her hand up and down. The motion caused her large breasts to bounce wildly, exposing them to us sporadically. Her head was thrown back when she wasn't staring at herself.
I heard him start to grunt. When I looked over I saw his engorged dick begin to pour out a pearly white cream, running from his slit and down his knuckles and over his balls to coat the pine needles in front of him. Due to the way I had previously masturbated, I did not have a very clear idea of what my penis looked like when I poured out my stuff. The sight of his orgasm pushed me over the edge and I moaned, louder than I should have. A huge stream of clear fluid squirted from my dick, followed by what looked like thin ropes of pure, white jism. My friends eyes went wide at the sight. I could not stop myself; I felt like I was peeing after holding it in for too long. I must have sprayed five or six jets of my cream, sending them more than a foot in front of me. As he was watching his penis spurted out more of the pearly substance. We both continued to rub ourselves. The show had ended, as Patty had made her hairy little vagina give her the pleasure she worked so hard for and had moved away from the mirror.
"We should probably get going."
He was right, but I did not want to leave our little hideout, our stop playing with myself. Reluctantly I pulled my pants up, trapping my erection against my stomach with my fat head above my pant line a bit uncomfortably. I tried pinning it downwards, but that was even more painful as well as making my pants stick out obscenely. I pulled it back up and absentmindedly tugged at my shirt, out and down, to hide my arousal. My penis flagged a little as we walked around the block to his house, but not by much. From what I could tell, his penis had not softened one bit.
When we got inside he hollered hello to his folks as we stole down to his room, barely hearing the mumbled response of his parents as they sat reading quietly. As we passed by his sister Jessie's room we could her the throb of her girlie pop music through her closed door. Once we were in the safety of his bedroom, which was at the end of the hallway and underneath the stairwell, we both looked at each other awkwardly. Without a word, we stripped naked and sat next to each other on the floor, our backs against the bed. Our penises jutted out proudly from our loins. I could not take my eyes off of his member.
"Do you like looking at it?"
He didn't seem nervous so much as tentative about my response. I smiled at him and nodded.
"I like looking at yours, too. Does your stuff always shoot out like it did?"
"I don't know. I have never done it like that before."
"Was that your first time?"
