Roaming Hands

I met Dave in the high school marching band we were both in and were
immediate friends. Dave had a nice 66 white mustang (which I just 
LOVED!)and we made good use of it during the school year and throughout 
the summer. 

One day we decided to head off to the beach. When you're living in
Southern CA, what ELSE do you do during the summer? We went there 
hopeful of seeing some beautiful bikini-clad women, and naturally, were 
NOT disappointed. We spent most of the day oogling all of them in 
turn. Half the time I couldn't lie on my stomach just because of the 
raging hardon I had! 

Finally, when we had seen all that we needed to see, we got into Dave's
car and headed back for home. It was about a one hour drive back and 
we spent a good amount of the time talking about the things we would 
have loved to have been doing with some of those delightful ladies. As 
you would expect, it didn't take but a couple of sentences for both of 
us to be sporting strong teenage boners. 

As had become a custom between us, we would tease each other mercilessly
until we were SURE the other had a nice hard cock between his legs and 
then laugh ourselves silly. The next step was to play that we were 
doubting that the other one had a hardon as an excuse for groping each 
other. This groping would usually turn into a playful caress of each 
other's cock (always careful not to squeeze too hard) which we both 
knew we enjoyed immediately! This time was no exception. 

I had been teasing Dave for about an hour and then put on the pretense
of not knowing he would have a hard on by then. So, as was the custom, 
I reached over and felt his hardness through his shorts. This, 
however, was the first time we had done this while one of us was 
wearing shorts...making actual access to a new cock possible! Now 
remember, Dave was driving down the freeway at the time, but teenage 
lust knows no danger. So I reached down into the front of his trunks 
and very carefully, so as not to make him jump and run us off the road, 
and touched his cock with my fingers for the first time. 

It was incredible to actually be touching another guy's dick! It was
strong yet soft at the same time. He was warm almost hot, yet felt 
delicate in my hand. When my fingers wrapped around his cock and I 
heard a moan come from him, I knew Dave was not going to stop me 
anytime soon. 

So I moved my hand lower, with my second hand moving to hold the
waistband of his shorts away from his firm belly so I would have easier 
access. Turned out that was not going to be much of a problem as Dave 
took the initiative to lift his ass off the seat, had me take the 
wheel, and dropped his shorts to his ankles. I now had a better reach 
and MUCH better view of one of the most beautiful and exciting things 
I'd ever seen; my hand on my best friends meat. 

I took my time at first, just pumping him gently, and moving my second
hand to explore his balls...I was tentative in all my movements. Dave 
and I had never really touched each other's cock's without the benefit 
of underwear and pants in the way before, but as I held him, I knew 
this was a first we would repeat a lot! 

As we continued to move down the freeway, and I became comfortable with
the fact that Dave was not going to get us killed while I gave him the 
first handjob I'd ever given another guy, I got more and more into it. 
I began to squeeze him a little more firmly, and got into a nice rhythm 
of stroking his cock. I could have gone on doing this forever...here 
Dave and I had been friends for years, and now I was holding what made 
him physically a man in my hand, and I was enjoying playing with his 
cock as much as he was enjoying my doing it. 

After several minutes, I decided my arm was getting tired enough that I
wanted to bring him to climax, it hadn't occurred to me when I started 
that I might end up making Dave cum, I was just teasing him when it 
began. 

But I couldn't resist it...I HAD to see what it felt like to have his
cock squirting his cum in my hand. So I got more careful and told him 
wanted to feel him cum...I don't know if he was close to cumming or 
not, but it must have been something he wanted too, 'cuz soon I felt 
the load rising in his cock, and erupting onto his shirt, the steering 
wheel, and my hand. I milked every drop out of him as I watched with 
delight every beautiful squirt. It was all I could do to keep from 
licking it all up and taking his cock into my mouth! 

By sheer coincidence, we were only a few miles away from our offramp,
and our first real sex adventure was over. We talked about it later, 
agreed it was something we were both comfortable with, and knew it was 
just the beginning of something we would enjoy doing over and over 
again, something we would share with each other and that we'd remember 
all our lives.