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A Year to Remember, Chapter Three

Date: 12/29/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Author: JasperWalton, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

there, paralysed, his hand has hold of my dick through my jeans. Simon squeezes the folds of stiff fabric. My dick has started leaking sticky pre-cum into my underwear, I can feel a wet patch already. I am transfixed, with him holding me and looking straight at me. Can he read my mind? Seemingly milking the pre-cum out of my cock to coat the insides of my underwear. “Simon! What the hell are you doing?” Eventually I have to speak, right? “Erm,” now embarrassed, he seems to realise what he is doing. He looks down at his hand. Then back at my still exposed hairy calf. Then down to my socked foot. “Adam?” “What?” His hand is still on my crotch but he is no longer squeezing my dick, like a stress-reliever. I'm not uncomfortable, surprised maybe... “Have you ever jacked off with someone else?” Bloody hell, where did that come from? And then, I see it. A moment of mental maturity beyond my years, allows me some clarity and I can see where it has come from. “Simon, did you and your best friend used to muck about together?” I ask him, quietly. He just nods. His beautiful brown eyes are glistening with tears. “Okay. And, just a shot in the dark here, he wore white socks too, I'm guessing?” Another nod and a tiny movement of his eyes back to my own sock. So I'm right. All this time his erection persists, I can still feel it under my knee. Actually, it fits kind of snugly there. “Well, the answer is no.” “No, what?” Caught up in his own memory, he had forgotten what he asked. “No, I've ... not jacked off with anyone else.” I feel my face reddening again. “But I have thought about it.” I decide honesty still may be the best policy. I'm on shaky, emotional ground here, my voice is only just above a whisper. “And?” He asks, not unkindly. Simon can read my thoughts. That's a bad sign, even I can't do that. “And…well, I dunno. It kind of turns me on, the thought of it I mean. I've thought about it, and I've wanked while I've been thinking about it.” The words tumble out in a bit of a rush. “To be honest, I've always wanted to have, you know, a really, really best friend.” “Adam, what exactly are you trying to say? I'm losing the will to live here.” Again, with the sarcasm. Maybe, he really is like me. “Alright, alright. What I'm saying is I've done it fantasizing about me and my non-existent best mate doing it together.” “Really?” Simon seems genuinely pleased. “Really?” He asks again. I nod back at him. His face lights up, and he throws his head back and laughs. “Simon?” I'm slightly put out he finds my admission funny. “What's so funny?” “Nothing, nothing’s funny at all. This is the first time I've ever spoken about it, to anyone! And now I'm talking to you. I thought I was a freak, some kind of weirdo. Me and my mate used to wank off together all the time, and we shared the bed up here when he stayed over sometimes. I've never told anyone else and now he's gone, I really miss him.” The relief of his admission is evident on his expression. His face relaxes, and he ...