More time goes on and I’m honestly getting off to the sound of him wanking more than Babestation.īeing cramped at the foot of my bed, it wasn’t long before he said that he was too squashed and needed to stretch his legs to be able to cum. Hiding his cock, he moved to the floor at the end of my bed out of view. My friend had been doing the same and before long he jumped out of his bed, saying he needed to wank, but without me seeing. By this point, I had my pants down and was jacking off, still under the duvet. The night goes on, we flick between channels and land on a full-frontal channel. I could clearly see he was doing the same. I was feeling horny and was rubbing myself under my duvet. Skip the boring bits, we were both in separate beds, sipping on beers and watching good old Babestation, on his TV in his room. This one particular night, we had been allowed a couple of beers with dinner (which had gone straight to my head). We would have sleepovers fairly regularly since neither of us had girlfriends and we would end up gaming until late, so we often figured we may as well stay. When I was 16, I was sleeping over at my best friend’s house.
