As we jerked off in our separated beds we chatted nervously about the girls on the beach and how much we wanted to fuck them. Since he continued looking my way, I didn't bother to avert my gaze away from his cock. I pushed the gym shorts I was wearing down and began to pump my throbbing cock. He couldn't say anything since he had started the action. I felt like I really didn't have much choice and there was nothing to lose anyway. He looked over at me as he started stroking. Suddenly I was staring at the only hard cock other than my own I had ever seen.
"Shit, we've been friends too long to be shy," He said and pushed his underwear down. I was trying to figure what to do about it myself." We can't fucking use the bathroom, it is like grand fucking central in there." At some point I looked over his way and saw that he was rubbing his own hard cock threw his underwear. But he didn't seem like he was ever going to stop fantasizing out loud about hot French babes. I decided that the only hope was to wait until he was asleep and then jerk off in the dark. My cock grew hard and began to demand attention as he went on and on about sucking their tits and ripping off their skimpy bottoms to lick their pussies. The more he talked the more images of the first bare tits I had ever seen live came vividly back to me. My friend went into great detail discussing what he would like to have done with the nearly naked girls we saw sun bathing that day. The town we were in was a beach town in southern France. The bathroom was shared dormitory style and offered no privacy at all. It was only slightly larger than my closet at home.
However, one night we needed up sharing a very small room. A guy would have to have been dead not to be aroused by his tales.įor the first week of the trip I managed to find private places to jerk off to relieve the need his stories created. His description of eating pussy made it seem like the nectar of the gods flowed from between a girl's legs. He went into great detail about the different techniques employed by the three chicks that had sucked his cock that year. Though he was still technically a virgin when we set out on our trip, he had many sexual experiences to regal me with. He was also a nerdy late bloomer when we started college that seemed to have started rapidly blooming that freshman year. Me and my best friend since kindergarten, Jack went on a 30 day backpacking adventure in Europe. Things began to change during the summer between my first and second years of college. Those conversations were for the most part excruciating for me. My father even explained oral sex and other alternative ways to get and give sexual pleasure. It was taught at intervals in the schools and my parents were very open and forthcoming about almost everything. Still I didn't really connect the pleasure I was getting from masturbation to dating girls.
I soon was intently repeating the scene on a regular basis. Admittedly it was an eye opening experience. That was how I had my first waking orgasm. Because of the discomfort I pushed my pajamas down and began to rub my dick in the hope of relieving the situation. Looking back I think it was likely that I was in the middle of a wet dream. My cock was so hard that it actually hurt.
One morning I awoke early, over an hour before my alarm. I was eighteen before I discovered masturbation and that was more accident than exploration. My body had matured normally, but it seemed my libido didn't follow suit. I just never felt what I assumed other guys felt. My freshmen year at college away from their constant prodding actually resulted in me being less social. What dating I did in high school was almost entirely due to their encouragement. I knew them and what they tried to get me to be. I can't really lay all the blame for my awkward shyness at the feet of my parents. Some even insisted that was the reason that what they called a handsome hunk was still a virgin four months short of his twenty-first birthday. Others seem more convinced that I was babied and over protected. How much my closeness to my parents contributed to me being a late bloomer is debatable in my mind. I prefer to look at as being showered in love. Some would say that I was smothered in my childhood. I was in my second year of college and had finally adjusted to life outside the cocoon of growing up protected and comfortable under the care of my loving parents. It was March and I was on top of the world. If you find either gay male sex or incest objectionable you should try another story. Authors Note: This story includes descriptions of both homosexual and heterosexual liaisons between first cousins.