Forrest

Forrest

We waved bye to Forrest’s and my parents as they drove off. It was summer break and they would be gone for several days. My friend Forrest and his 9 year old sister, Scout, were staying at my house for the time they were gone. None of our parents wanted us to be home alone, but they were fine if we were together.

I was 15 and Forrest was 14, but he looks 10 or 11. I live in the middle of nowhere, but we found plenty of things to do during the day, but my favorite time was at night. My house only had two bedrooms, so Scout slept in my parents’ bed, and Forrest and I slept in mine. On the first night, after we were all in bed, Forrest and I stayed up talking. As was inevitable, the conversation eventually drifted towered girls, then sex.

“Do you ever masturbate,” said Forrest.

“Yes,” I said. “What about you.”

“Sometimes.” He admitted. “Can I see?”

“I guess, but only if I can watch you.”

He agreed and we pulled off our pants and shirts. I had on a pair of black briefs, and he had on too small whitey tighties. He had a very obvious bulge, as did I, and I could see the tip of his head just poking out. He seemed reluctant, so I went first, revealing my seven inch long, two inch wide, hairless cock and balls. He stared for a moment and then slid his tight briefs down his legs and off his feet.