Slumber Party Experiment

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Slumber Party ExperimentMy story begins oddly enough with a funeral. It was a cool September day, the leaves had just began to fall upon the ground. I walked up a grassy hill leading to a cemetery plot surrounded by well wishers. I stood stonefaced as the polished Cherrywood casket was lowered into the ground, the priest began to speak but his words fell upon my ears as mere mumbles. My gaze shifted to the carefully chiselled Marble headstone. “Here lies Jason Brewster, beloved son and brother. 1984-2005″After the service I picked up a handful of dirt and tossed it in, then as the crowd began to thin I pulled a photo from my pocket and tossed it in. June 1998: I was a fresh faced 16 year old enjoying my last year of Junior High before I moved up to the big leagues, Highschool. My best friend Jason was two years younger than me but we were both moving on together, a byproduct of my being held back twice. The end of the year was fast approaching and we needed to plan the ultimate blow-out. Luckly the consumate partier of our class was throwing a rager all weekend. I told my parents I was studying for finals at Jason’s and he did the same. We covertly made our way to the quiet corner of the subdivision when Henry’s house was recently built, which only mere months before had been a thicket of güngören escort overgrown grasses and weeds. The party was a typical junior high fare, u******e drinking and d**gs. I stuck with beer but Jason went more for hard liquor. As the day faded and night crept in the telltale flashing of Red abdicate Blue illuminated the darkened livingroom. I grabbed the sloshed Jason and quickly smuggled him out the back and towards the nearby wooded area. My house was in the wrong direction but luckly his lie a mile or so in our general direction. We quietly entered the darkened house and up the carpeted steeps to his second floor room. “What a RAGE!” he shouted. “Quiet!” I whispered “You’ll wake your Mom!” I helped him to his bed and tossed him in as I did he grabbed my sweatshirt’s hood a dragged me down with him. “Is it time for bed?” he asked. “Yes it’s time for bed.” I responded. I helped him pull his shoes off and tucked him in. “Where’s the air bed?” I asked”Jenna popped it weeks ago.” he grimbled. “Where will I sleep?” I asked. “Juss get in here.” he said slurring his words. I was practically dead on my feet and collapsed into the soft bed. The early morning sun filtered into the window as I started to wake. As the sleep left my mind I felt a gentle sway of the bed back and forth escort güngören I turned and saw Jason slowly moving under the covers.”Are you jacking it?” I asked. “It’s morning wood man I have to…see!” he tossed the covers aside and I could see. He had his hand in his shorts tugging at his bulge. “Do it somewhere else then!” I said. “Hey it’s my bed!” he responded in breathless retort. He hooked two thumbs under his boxers drawstring and flipped it up and over. It was the first time I’ve ever seen a dick that wasn’t mine. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and once again began to pleasure himself, albeit slooply. I found myself transfixed on his member. The dark hue matched his own skintone. It was big but hardly the mythical Black Cocks you hear boasting about. As he continued I could feel my own boner growing, straining against the tight fabric of my tighty whities. He stopped and noticed my own bulge. “Hey what gives, you like watching me or somerhing?” he asks. I expect to here an utterance of “Queer” or “Fag” pass his lips but instead he just sits there with his dick in his hand. He looks into my eyes as if waiting for something to give. I reach in my pants and pull my member out. He reaches across my body and takes me in his hand. He slowly begins to go up and down and güngören escort bayan my uncomfortable feelings begin to fall away as a warm sensation falls over me. “Don’t leave me hanging.” he whispers. I wrap my hand around his girthy member and begin to stroke in time with his. We mime eachothers moves as the pressure begins to build, his eyes pop open and in the heat of the moment grabs his Polaroid camera. The flash goes off as twin plumes of cum leap out of our pleased cocks. I take over squeezing out every last bit of jizz from my own and he does the same. I look at my hand, covered with both of our “contributions” I wipe it off on my pants and so does he. I grab the photo and grin at the face I’m making. “That’s one weird-ass cum face!” he says. “You’re one to talk.” I say packing the photo away in my pocket. The next few months were bad. My father lost his job and we got kicked out of our house. We moved two towns over and I started in a new highschool. Jason who was once my best friend and a straight arrow (occasionally) fell in with a bad crowd. I graduated Highschool in 2003 and went on to college. One day I got a call from my mother, she had been reading in the local paper about a boy who hung himself in jail after he killed a woman in a drunken hit-and-run when she said the name Jason Brewster my heart sunk. I grabbed some more dirt and sprinkled it over the photo, burying it before the grounds crew could see it. I think about Jason every now and then. Of his pain and anguish. I wish I could talk to him one more time.

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