Around the turn of the century I was camping with a group of friends on an island in lake north of Toronto. My best friend and I shared a tent. As we were in our late teens (though consenting adults!) we would beat ourselves to death each night while ignoring that were laying inches apart. Such is the life of frustrated 19y/os. Each night we crept closer and closer to the inevitable.

-have you ever watched some one else jerk off?

-no, you

-yeah, Evan and I have tried to see who could shoot the furthest

-oh, g'night

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The next night:

-can I see yours?

-only if we both show

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The next:

- have you ever done anything with a guy before?

- no, you?

-sometimes Ryan, Steve, and I jerk each other off. I'm not gay though. Steve asked if he could lick my asshole once but that's gay. Butt stuff is super gross.

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On the last night I worked up the courage to ask if we could trade handies. I was to tug my friend first. We laid shoulder to shoulder in our open sleeping bags. I reached my hand town between his legs.

-lower you underwear

He slid is boxers down to his thighs.

I'd never held another dick before. He was huge. He hardened in my hand. It was amazing. I slide my hand up and down his rigid dick. I could barely get my hand around it. He was so much bigger than me. His balls were smaller than mine. I spit on my hand and rubbed the slick saliva over the tip. My saliva mixed with his precum. I was so hard it hurt.

After far to soon I could feel his whole body tense and he sprayed cum over everything in the tent.

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A pause, a sigh, deep breathing.

-ok, now me

-I... I can't

The post nut regret made him chicken out. I grunted,

-fine, find me some cum I can use for lube

I smeared the little cum on my hand on my dick. I reached over to his shirt and snagged some more. Frustratedly, I tore at my own dick. I came.

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It was a quiet ride home to the states. Years later I wonder, what if I have wrapped my lips around his cock instead of finishing him by hand?