Summer of "69" - Sex Stories

Summer of "69"

It looked like it was going to be a boring summer. It was the summer of 1969. Tony, Davy, Robby and me were best friends. We did everything together … well almost everything. Playing softball or football, shooting pool, bowling, fishing – you name it. And when one of the older guys in the neighborhood taught us how to masturbate, we did that too. We'd flip through our dog-eared copies of Playboy, then pull out our dicks and stroke 'em. Lately I'd found my attention being called away from the naked girls on the pages, and towards my friends hard-ons. I would turn the pages of whatever magazine was next to me, but I would be surreptitiously watching one of my friends jerk off, imagining that it was my hand on their cock and theirs on mine. I would watch for as long as I could, hoping not to get caught. If one of them started to look over at me, I would simply drop my eyes back to the magazine. Davy and I had been best friends for a long time, and Robby and Tony had lived next door to each other all their lives. When Tony and I got paired to work on a school project together, we hit it off, and that led to the four of us becoming “the gang”. Robby and I had some problems getting along. Maybe he resented my honing in on his friend Tony, or maybe it was just our personalities. We could get on each others nerves, and argued a lot, but I think we liked each other more than we disliked each other. Boy, if he ever knew the masturbation fantasies I had involving him and me...if any ...

... of the gang knew how I thought about them sexually, I was sure they would beat the crap out of me and never speak to me again. Earlier in the week Davy and Tony had packed up to go on long vacations with their families. I was up early, and it was already hot and muggy, so I threw on a pair of shorts and flip-flops and headed over to Robby's house to see what he was up to. Maybe we would go swimming in his pool. When I got to his house, I knocked on the back door. Robby answered. He was wearing a pair of ratty cut-off shorts and nothing else. Being Italian he had a beautiful tan, and, though not yet fully developed, he had a gorgeous body. I could feel a tingling in my cock as he opened the back door. “Wait here,” he said, and disappeared into his room. He returned seconds later, with a paper bag in his hand. “Let's go out to the garage,” he said. “Eddie gave me some new mags this morning, so let's go check 'em out.” Eddie was Robby's older sister's boyfriend. His dad owned the newsstand near the railroad station and Eddie worked there part time, giving him access to Playboy and other mens magazines. He'd pass along the old ones to Robby when he tired of them. Back then, over-the-counter mens magazines didn't even show pubic hair, just tits and asses. We kept them hidden under a secret floorboard in the garage at Robby's grandma's house next door. She didn't use the garage, so it became our rainy day place to go. We had a dartboard, ping pong table, skittle-pool, board games, ...