Many years ago, way before the internet, near the end of high school a new kid, Tony, moved in just down the street from me. We had both already turned 18 - I had been held back a year due to illness when I was little and he because his father had worked oversees and schools couldn't figure out what grade he should go into. We quickly became friends, though his parents insisted he go to a Catholic school, so we didn't have contact most of the week. On weekends we played basketball or baseball, played cards, listened to records and generally just hung out. Tony was a typical rebellious boy, he smoked cigarettes (on the sly since his parents didn't approve), he would steal booze if his parents had a bottle open and he thought they wouldn't notice, and he got (illegal) firecrackers to set off around the 4th of July.
One Saturday afternoon I was at his house and his parents told us they had some errands to run for a couple of hours. As soon as they were gone Tony pulled out a cigarette and lit up, taking care to blow the smoke out the window so his mother wouldn't smell it when they got home. I took a few puffs too, though I really didn't like smoking much. After it was gone Tony looked at me like he was making up his mind about something, then lifted the bedspread and stuck his hand between the mattresses. He slid out two paperback books and held out one to me. It looked like a normal cheap paperback, a drawing that was a silhouette of a well stacked woman, and a title that somehow had both spy and sex in it. His room had two single beds, he sat on his and opened the book to read, so I sat on the other and started reading at the beginning. It started like a typical spy novel, but it wasn't more than ten pages in that the spy had hooked up with a stunning girl and gotten her into bed. Unlike the James Bond novels I had read before where a couple of sentences summarized what happened in bed, this was quite detailed and explicit. I was instantly hard as a bone and looked over at Tony and caught him adjusting his cock in his pants.
"Holy shit" I said, "where did you get these?"
"From the bookstore on Main Street, I swiped them."
"Swiped them? How?" I asked.
"They were at the end of an aisle, and I just tucked it into the back of my pants, under my shirt." He replied. "I kept looking at books for awhile, then slowly moved toward the door, and then just walked out. Pretty hot, huh?"
"Hell yes!" I said as I kept reading.
After about 10 min I had read maybe three of the sex filled passages of the book, and my cock was leaking precum making a wet spot in my underwear. Unfortunately about then we heard a car pull up indicating his parents had returned.
"Quick give it to me!" Tony barked as I immediately handed him the book. He ran into the big walk-in closet in his bedroom and hid them somewhere. We quickly started playing cards and before long his Mom come up the stairs and told us she had bought some potato chips if we wanted them. A little while later I told Tony I had to head home, said bye to his Mom on the way out, and quickly walked home and headed to the bathroom to jerk off. It didn't take long before I spewed a bigger than average load into the toilet thinking about the hot sex scenes I had read.
I think it was Friday the next week that I went over to Tony's again, after school but before his parents had gotten home. We went up to his room, and there was one thing I had in mind.
"Let's look at those books again." I said. Tony smiled and went into his closet and got them, handing me the one I had been reading before. We sat on the beds again and almost immediately I had to readjust my cock as it grew to full size. The sex scenes kept coming every few pages - just enough filler to make it seem like a story between them.
After maybe 20 minutes Tony said "I gotta go pee." and disappeared down the hall to the bathroom. I didn't think anything of it since it was pretty common that one or the other of us would do this during the course of an afternoon together. I was focused on the book in my hand and while Tony was gone I was rubbing my cock through my pants. I wasn't particularly aware of time, but when Tony finally came back it seemed longer than he usually took to pee.
As soon as Tony returned he said "We better put these away, I don't want to get caught with them and Mom will probably be home soon." I didn't argue, and soon headed home myself, again making a beeline for the bathroom to jack off. As I did it occurred to me that maybe Tony had jacked off in his bathroom and that was why he had taken so long to pee. In any case I shot another satisfying load into the toilet bowl.
The next couple of times I was at Tony's his parents were home, so of course the books stayed hidden, though I bet Tony had them out almost every night. Finally on a Saturday a couple weeks later his parents went out again, and of course immediately out came the books. He gave me the other one this time, it was a slightly different story line but the same kind of sex scenes came up regularly. Most of them were normal sex, many different positions described, but always ending with the hero's huge cock filling the woman's pussy with cum. I was so curious about what it must be like to cum inside a wet pussy, but few girls 'put out' in that era. Again after about half an hour Tony said he had to pee. I could see the bulge in his pants as he left the bedroom and I was pretty sure he was going to jack off. I was so hard I couldn't wait and so I grabbed a couple of tissues from the box by his bed, pulled out my cock and started pulling on it. I was worried about Tony coming back and rubbed fast so I could cum quickly, and before long squirted half a dozen shots of cum into the tissues. I quickly folded them up and threw them into the waste basket, then resumed reading the book. It was a little while before Tony returned, and he again said we should put the books away. We went out to play basketball until his parents came home a little while later.
Sunday after church I went over to his house again. As soon as we got up to Tony's room he whispered angrily at me "Did you jack off in my room and leave your cum in my wastebasket yesterday?".
He had me dead to rights so I didn't see any point in lying about it. "Yeah" I replied "those books got me hot as hell and you went to the bathroom to jack off so I did it here."
"Shit" he sputtered "you coulda gotten me in big trouble. When I found the soggy tissues I smelled them and could tell it was cum."
"So, it's no big deal" I replied.
"Oh yes it is." Tony said "My Mom found some cum on my sheets one time and gave me a huge lecture about how evil masturbation is. She said she'd ground me for a month if she caught be doing it. She's like a bloodhound too - she can smell if I smoke, or have alcohol on my breath and I am sure she can recognize the smell of cum too."
