I remember my first jerk off buddy. He was a year younger than me. I was 15 and he was 14. We had an amazing time discovering who we were. I spent hours with him at his house. His parents both worked and he was a late ****. His parents were older and they left us pretty much alone. Oh the summer days were long, not a care in the world. We just came by masterbating as natural as breathing, no asking we just took our pants off one day. One thing we liked to do was to take a plastic bag, put whatever lube we could find to use, stick the bag between the mattress and box springs. We'd put our dicks in the open end and thrust in and out of the bag. I loved to watch his face as we came together. Most of the time we just stroked in front of each other. We also would roam around town late at night and seek into people's backyards. We lived in a small town in Wyoming. We would jerk in the moonlight with full view of the people in the houses. I loved the rush of not getting caught. I will never forget my friend even though we had lost touch after school. He helped shape me into the kind of man I am today. It's liberating to know you are I touch with your sexuality. If I ever found him, I'd thank him for the time we shared together. If was the best summer of my life.