Just Friends

When I was younger there was a guy in his twenties who lived in the small house next to ours. It was summer and lots of times he would outside in the back just in shorts and we got to talking and being friendly.
One morning he invited me over for something cold to drink. So we sat on the sofa and talked, him in his shorts and me barefoot, just in shorts and a t-shirt. We kind of talked about girls a little bit and he mentioned how he was feeling horny and asked if was, too. I said that I sort of was, and he asked if felt like jacking off. I modestly said, sure.
So he slipped his shorts off and was naked. So I took my t-shirt and shorts off and got naked, as well. He grinned as he quickly got a boner. I had never seen a other guy with a boner before. His penis was long and slender and quite red. I grinned and got a boner too, and mine was just average size.
It was kind of neat having a boner together like that, it just felt good as guys. So he casually reached over to feel mine, so I felt his. It was exciting getting to hold and feel his hard dickk and I liked him doing the same to mine. For the next ten minutes we masturbated each other until we both ejaculated. It happned easily and I got my sperm all over his ahnd And I got his all over mind, and it was kind of exciting to be wet with his male lquid like that. Thgen we cleaned uip and finished our cold drinks.
The next morning we repeated the experience and I felt a lot more comfortable about doing that with him, and we began to do that regularly together. I really liked seeing his long red boner and handling it, and letting him see and handle mine.
It was after a couple of weeks that mmy om apparently suspected that there was something going on between him and me and remarked on this. I told her that we were just friends and that he was a nice guy. She obviously suspected that it was a little more than that and just casually said so long as he wasn’t asking me to do anything that I didn’t want to do. I assured her that he wasn’t and my mom was ok with that.
So for the rest of that summer he and I got together to enjoy ourselves. We never did anything more than engage in mutual masturbation, but it was great. That fall he moved and I really missed him. It was another two more years before I had the opportunity to mess around with a friend or two just for fun, but it was never as good as it had been with him. With him it had just been somehow more masculine.