At the age that we were, Guillaume and I, at the beginning of these second summer holidays in his beautiful countryside, are going through a lot of changes. Intellectual, psychological, physical… Adolescence is here, with its train of good times and not so good. We then only had good ones. Our days were very similar: farm work, harvests, bike rides but above all and above all, joint exploration of underground delicacies.After our reunion so hot and so strong, our vigor made us seek pleasure at least twice a day; our bodies seemed inexhaustible to us.The variety of positions too. The "skin to skin" made us high. I loved being naked, lying on your back, thighs apart, erect cock and seeing him lie on me full length. His hand grabbed our two swollen rods at the same time, and gently shook them, which were between our two bellies. I squeezed her thighs and her sides between mine, my two hands stroked her back, her neck, more and more her buttocks, kneading them firmly. I pressed him against me, often I felt his chills, his contractions, the caress of his breath. My hand would join and replace his around our sexes. He then rose a little, getting on all fours, our eyes plunged towards our sexes. We felt the sap rising, and that year, both of us, we were beginning to understand that the speed of enjoyment was not always desirable. So we knew how to stop the movement, keep the fingers tight at the base of the two rods, feel the sperm stop rising, before starting again in the wrist movements of shared animal pleasure. We rolled on top of each other, it was I who found myself on top of him, making sure to stand up, still clutching his sides between my thighs, continuing the masturbation by alternating a firm grip and a flexible wrist . The breaths were getting stronger, until we were on the verge of the pleasure we were making sure to feel at the same time. The enjoyment came, accompanied by pretty sighs, hushed exclamations, "damn!" it's good ”or“ I jute! Whispered. The jets of mixed semen often reached our breasts, sometimes also our necks. Once the source dried up, the one who was on it stretched out fully, in order to rub our skins and spermed. We called them our sunscreens, and we loved the feeling. Inevitably, we came to feel the taste of this mixed semen on our lips and our bodies, as our hugs almost always resumed after the first expelled jet. No disgust, but on the contrary, a curiosity aroused on this radical way of associating the sense of taste with our antics. More and more often too, we have become accustomed to moistening our fingers with saliva before grasping the sex of the other, to then bend them in order to grasp and knead the glans, while, with the other hand , we pulled the foreskin while keeping the penis removed. The sensations became almost electric and went up to the pit of the stomach.We both learned to mutually improve our masturbatory techniques, while most of the time, this type of exploratory maneuver is shamefully practiced alone, under the duvet.Insensibly, instinctively, this led us to leave the field of purely manual pleasure, to get closer to more "oral" practices. The more familiar the taste of semen was to us, the more the idea arose in us to explore this new range of sensations even further.Often, after a first assault, if we had time, a second was not long in coming. But not in the same position. The one who was not on the back was kneeling next to the other, buttocks against heels, and resumed jerking off happily his partner, who sent his arm to return the favor, kneading his penis and his scholarships. We almost normally talked about things and others while jerking off like this, telling our teenage stories, our delusions, expressing our fantasies which were always populated by inaccessible female bodies.The enjoyment then returned, all the more provided as our fantasies were powerful. The one who dominated the other emptied copiously on the elongated body o ...

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