The Saints Cum Marching - Christopher & Peter 1

I was planning on just laying flat on the rock, but the thought of him watching me masturbate was intense. I got up on my knees and pulled my pants down way past me balls. I was holding my shirt up with my chin. I was giving him a little more then a proflle so that I wasn't facing him, but he'd see my hand stroking my cock. 

I heard his belt buckle jingle and knew he was jacking-off madly. I wanted to last but I was too fucking hot. I kept strocking and trust my hips forward. I was gonna cum hard. So I aimed my cock upward and panted as five archs of cum shot up in the air and then came back down on the rock. I just jerked, and convulsed, and shook the extra cum off of my cock before laying on the rock with my pants still down. I was panting loudly. I was able to watch the trail and waited until I saw him go back. And I did.

So, that-was-that. He has seen my Jack-Off and Cum. The best part is that he thinks that I don't know that he saw me. And he has no Idea that I've already seen him do it. I stayed away from the tastee-freeze for two days before I want back. I went for my usual rootbeer to see if he'd act any differently then before. He sure did. The second he saw me he smiled and his usually un-emotional "What can I get you?" had turned into a smily "Hey! What's up?"

He was smiling like crazy, so I said "What?" as I wiped my face like maybe I had food or something

"Oh nothing! Rootbeer, right?" He said. 

He gave me the rootbeer and I went outside to my regular bench just like all of the times before. For the first time ever, he came out a started talking to me. I was a bag full of emotions. My dick was straight up and I didn't know if he was going to tell me that he had seen me jacking-off, or could I please do to him what he saw me doing to myself? I just didn't know.

"You going to Rowland in September?" He asked.

"That's what they tell me." 

"I'm Paul." He said

"I'm Christopher. How wierd, my old bestfriend's name was Paul."

"You lookin' for a new one?"

"Are you applying for the job Paul ?" 

He didn't know exactly how to respond to that. It sure did take away his edge. Now I'd eat a little crow and give it back to him. I couldnt' hide it anymore. This guys' name was Paul and I already wanted to kiss him and jack his dick off, and maybe more.

"Paul - I'm sorry about that applying for the job crap. I don't have a single friend since I moved to this fucking place, and I go off being an asshole to the first person who talks to me. Sorry, I just got wierded out when you said that your name was Paul, I guess?"

"You miss him?" Paul asked.

I didn't verbally reply bacuase I missed Paul so much. I missed the warm touch of a friends hand on my stiff dick making cum all over myself. I looked right at Paul #2 and just barely nodded my head up and down. He just stared at me and I thought that he was going to cry.

"Where's your best friend Paul?" I asked.

"I'm looking at him, I hope."

Now, I thought that I was smooth. Paul was smooth. I extended my hand out to shake. I got an orgasmic shiver by it's softness, and warmth. Paul noticed it, but didn't say anything. My mouth became dry and I couldn't seem to take in enough rootbeer to quinch my thurst.

"So what do with spare time on your hands?" Paul asked.

I spit a mouthful of rootbeer all over the ground in front of me. It took Paul a few seconds to make the connection with his 'time on your hands' comment. I watched his face blush slightly and it was the cutest thinng that I had ever seen. I wanted to confess my fondness for masturbating.

"What do you do with spare time on your hands?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well besides that, I just like to hang out. They just built a 6 screen walk-in over at the mall."

"Okay, Hang on! When you said 'Besides That' are you talking about what I think you're talking about?"

"What do you think that I'm talking about?" Paul asked

"Um...........ya know?......Beating-Off." I said

"I like calling it... Jacking-Off." Paul said.

"I use that one too" I said.

"So? -- Do you do it every once in a while? - couple time a week? - hardly ever?"Paul asked.

"Are You Kidding! - I'm out of control man! - If my dick could dial a phone, It would call the cops on me!"

Paul busted up laughing and had to sit down before he fell down. He did manage to say "Me Too! during his fit of laughter. I sure hoped he wasn't they type of Jack-Off Buddy that would only go as far a doing it in front of you rather then to you. The conversation has progressed very quickly. But it had reached the point where we'd shared alot of the mild infornation. There was nothing left but the tough questions. It was down to brass tacks and I just bit the bullet out of my desire to get my hand around Paul's dick as quickly as possible. 

"Sounds like you have a healty outlook on masturbation." Paul said. 

"I look at masturbation like a sport. Most people think that you can only be a player or a spectator, Ya know players do it, spectators watch. I like to be the coach sometimes. Do you think that's wierd."

"No not at all! I can't beleive you just said that. I can't wait to see your balls! - They must be fuckin' huge."

"How long do you think it will be before I get a chance to show them to you?"

"I get off in 20 minutes." Paul said.

"I'll bet you'll get off again 20 minutes after that?" I said.

"You're radical man! you gotta show how say shit like that without turning red." Paul said.

Paul left work still wearing his Tastee-Freeze apron and asked me where we could go to have some fun. I told him that my nobody would be home at my house for 3 more hours. Paul mentioned that he was sort of sweaty and I thought that it was kind of him to be concerned about it as well as letting me know.

"Why don't we just jump into my shower and have some fun in there?" I said.

"Whatever man! let's just hurry! You've got me so hot, and about to creming in my jeans."

Paul followed me to my room and straight to my bathroom. We stripped and I was a little surprised to find that Paul was just a tiny bit larger then me. He didn't have much in the way for balls or pubic hair, but I got to see that beautifal ass for the second time. Paul caught his first glimps of my nutsac and he smiled.

"I knew these baby's would be big. I can't wait to make them squirt." Paul said massaging my nuts.