About a year later, my best friend & I were walking home from school together. A few blocks from his place, one of the neighborhood dogs came up to us enthusiastically - as it usually did whenever we walked by. My friend reached out to pet it, and the dog started to hump his leg. He shook the dog off, and then it started to hump my leg. I shook it off & yelled at the dog, and it headed back home. We couldn't help but notice the dog's stiff 'thingie'. We laughed about it & continued to walk to his place. A couple minutes later, my friend asked me if my 'thingie' ever got stiff like the dog's was. I told him that it happened lots of times - like right then. He told me that his also got stiff a lot, and that it was also stiff right then. For a long time, I had been wanting to tell him about my 'special feeling'. Knowing that he also got 'stiffies', I reasoned that maybe he could 'get the feeling', too. So, I broke my silence. I told him all about how I discovered this wonderful feeling the year before, and that I thought I was the only one who could get it. He told me that he also got the feeling, and thought that he was the only one who could get it!
We then eagerly discussed how long we had been 'doing it', how we figured 'it' out, how we each did it, how long it took, details about what it felt like, how long it lasted, how many times we could do it in a row, and if we knew anyone else who could do it. Talking about all of that made my little cock get even stiffer, and I nearly 'got the feeling' right there. He asked me if I wanted to do it together. I said sure. So we went to his place & jacked off together in his bedroom. We were so horny, it only took a few seconds for each of us to 'get the feeling'. But neither one of us had a refractory period at all, so we just kept going & going. We stopped long enough to eat dinner, and then went back to his bedroom & jacked-off over & over again - until it was time for me to go home.
From then on, we were j/o buds. We'd usually get together after school for a few wanks, and sometimes again after dinner for a couple more. On weekends, we'd often have marathon sessions. We had contests to see who could get stiff the quickest, who could 'get the feeling' the quickest, and who could 'do it' the most times in a row. The summer after 1st grade, we often rode our bikes to his grandpa's farm - which was about 6 miles out of town. We found places where we could hide our bikes in the bushes & jack off together in the woods without anyone being able to see us from the road. We even gave them names. We were really horny, I guess. I surely was!
Neither one of us new anything about orgasms or sex. We just knew that we could get this wonderful, super-intense feeling over & over again whenever we wished.
When we were 7, I stumbled upon my sister's human sexuality book from college. I immediately called my friend & told him about my 'find'. He told me to come over with the book right away. I did, and we eagerly read it cover-to-cover. We then understood that our 'special feelings' were orgasms, puberty, and how it all related to sex. Reading the book made us really, really horny, so we had one of our 'who can do it the most times in a row' contests.
We thought the orgasm, puberty & sex thing was super-cool. We were eager to 'explain it all' to our friends. We learned that like us, a few of the guys had been masturbating for awhile already - but most of them had yet to try it. I passed the book around. From that point on, the group of us often masturbated together on sleepovers & on bike rides in the woods. There was this trail through the woods at the edge of town that we named 'jackman's road'. We also built a fort in the woods where we'd often wank together. When we were a few years older, we all wanked together on Boy Scout camp-outs.
My best friend & I masturbated together nearly every day from when we were 6, until he moved away after we finished 7th grade. We never masturbated together again.
We have seen each other on occasion at class reunions, but we have never discussed those early days. For that matter - neither have any of the rest of our old gang.
