Jack off buddies.
Did anyone else have a friend like that? Watching a video just now reminded me of a friend long ago. It started out relatively innocent, looking at adult magazines and talking about girls. It soon would become a regular thing for us to do. At first, my getting an erection with him so close was unnerving, but as more afternoons went by, I became less concerned. Even exclaiming one day how turned on I was getting and how horny the magazines had made me.
It was around that time, when I first let my hand squeeze myself through my pants. He had seen me, but didn't say anything. As we flipped the pages, I saw him casually run his own hand over his crotch. Before all this, I would of never thought being alone in a room with another boy, both with raging hard cocks, would seem so normal. Now, it was just fun and erotic. Slowly, our pleasuri g ourselves became more and more obvious. I mean, we were both still dressed and it was through our jeans, but we were both rubbing ourselves pretty hard, at times.
It was subtle at first, how both of us would linger on the pages that had images of men and cock on them. Looking back, it may have been the first indication of were our fantasies were evolving. Maybe, they had always been there, just under the surface. Maybe, they had been boiling for years.
One of us said something like, "Fuck man, I'm so horny. You gotta go so I can take care of this." It was just that simple. The other said something like, "Go ahead, I'm not stopping you." It was just so surreal to be in the same room as your friend masturbates. We turned away from each other, but the sounds and breathing were unmistakable. I found it so surprisingly erotic! I found myself curious to see him, to see his cock. I think we pleasured ourselves that way several times, before one of us asked to see the other. Honestly, it was all such a blur, I can't be sure who instigated what. All I know is that the sight of him aroused something inside me. My mind melted a little, my body, my nerves seemed to tingle. Such an unexpected turn on! Later, I would learn that it was an incredible turn on for both of us.
"I wish there was a girl here." Another afternoon, alone in his room. Both our erections were out and I remember feeling his burning gaze on my cock. Probably because he could feel mine on his, also. "Look how sexy this is! She looks like she loves it." The pictures showed a beautiful girl sucking cock and then getting cummed on. Looking back, yet again, it was laying the ground work for what was to come. His cum did look amazing as it spurted out and flowed. So lusty and sexy!
"I want to know what it feels like to have someone else jerk me off. Would it feel better, or just different?" "I'll try it if you will." Something like that was all it took. He felt firm and rubbery, I thought, warm and wonderful, throbbing and pulsing. His eyes seemed to of rolled back. His hand on me, also. I know that mine did! Oh my gosh, this was so much better than doing it myself! lol
That first time, it was just touching, just stroking each other, before we leaned back and beat off our own cocks to orgasms. There would be no going back, now. The very next chance we had, we stroked each other off to completion. To this day, probably the greatest orgasm of my life. Feeling it build and build, Twitching, throbbing, legs shaking. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" We came about the same time, sending ropes of white hot cum across our chests and bellies.
I began to notice that touching each other had evolved, too. I found myself rubbing around his cock's head with my thumb. I found myself wanting to pleasure him, no longer content with just stroking him. He was doing it to me, also. "Ever wonder what cum tastes like? "No, why do you?" "Sometimes. I actually tasted mine once?" "What? Seriously? What did it taste like." "I can't describe it. You just have to try it for yourself."
"Go on, I dare you!" Fingers dripping with warm, thick cum after pleasuring each other, we brought them to our lips and licked some up. Neither could believe that we did it. Neither would admit to how much we unexpectedly liked it. In the days that followed, it seemed almost addictive. I knew that I wanted another taste, even if I could not say it just yet.
"Would you try sucking me? Come on, I want it so bad!" "I will of you will." Again, I would of never admitted it, but I had been thinking about doing it for a long time. I seemed so turned on and drawn to the idea of it, of sucking cock. Leaning over, as if in slow motion, feeling it's warmth and attraction. I wrapped my lips around him and knew that I liked it. Instinctively, I knew that I wanted to make him cum, too. I wanted to taste it, again. Would I swallow some, also? He didn't speak. He just layed back until he began to shake and filled my mouth. I had to fight off moaning, maybe I did. He probably would not of heard it over his moans and heavy breathing anyways! The force of his ejaculation! Warm, creamy, gooey, the familar addictive taste. I did swallow some, but spit the rest out to not look like I did. "I thought that you were going to warn me!" "I forgot, ok!" Truthfully, I was glad that he didn't.
I stood and he moved to the edge of the bed, it was my turn now! Oh my, how could his mouth feel this good! I guess I was already on edge, I very quickly flet that wonderful build up. I came so hard in his mouth, making him quickly pull away. Just in time to catch another rope of hot semen land and splash on his face. I couldn't help but laugh. All he said was, "Fucker!"
We didn't have to say it, but I think we both knew it. We loved sucking cock and cum. The longer our meet ups went on, the more and more I began to give into the desires. Sucking and licking his balls. Can you imagine? How did it get this far? It was actually quit sensual and wonderful. His musky, salty taste, just intoxicating! He did the same for me, too. Man, I miss those times spent together. I wish a had a friend like that, right now!
It was around that time, when I first let my hand squeeze myself through my pants. He had seen me, but didn't say anything. As we flipped the pages, I saw him casually run his own hand over his crotch. Before all this, I would of never thought being alone in a room with another boy, both with raging hard cocks, would seem so normal. Now, it was just fun and erotic. Slowly, our pleasuri g ourselves became more and more obvious. I mean, we were both still dressed and it was through our jeans, but we were both rubbing ourselves pretty hard, at times.
It was subtle at first, how both of us would linger on the pages that had images of men and cock on them. Looking back, it may have been the first indication of were our fantasies were evolving. Maybe, they had always been there, just under the surface. Maybe, they had been boiling for years.
One of us said something like, "Fuck man, I'm so horny. You gotta go so I can take care of this." It was just that simple. The other said something like, "Go ahead, I'm not stopping you." It was just so surreal to be in the same room as your friend masturbates. We turned away from each other, but the sounds and breathing were unmistakable. I found it so surprisingly erotic! I found myself curious to see him, to see his cock. I think we pleasured ourselves that way several times, before one of us asked to see the other. Honestly, it was all such a blur, I can't be sure who instigated what. All I know is that the sight of him aroused something inside me. My mind melted a little, my body, my nerves seemed to tingle. Such an unexpected turn on! Later, I would learn that it was an incredible turn on for both of us.
"I wish there was a girl here." Another afternoon, alone in his room. Both our erections were out and I remember feeling his burning gaze on my cock. Probably because he could feel mine on his, also. "Look how sexy this is! She looks like she loves it." The pictures showed a beautiful girl sucking cock and then getting cummed on. Looking back, yet again, it was laying the ground work for what was to come. His cum did look amazing as it spurted out and flowed. So lusty and sexy!
"I want to know what it feels like to have someone else jerk me off. Would it feel better, or just different?" "I'll try it if you will." Something like that was all it took. He felt firm and rubbery, I thought, warm and wonderful, throbbing and pulsing. His eyes seemed to of rolled back. His hand on me, also. I know that mine did! Oh my gosh, this was so much better than doing it myself! lol
That first time, it was just touching, just stroking each other, before we leaned back and beat off our own cocks to orgasms. There would be no going back, now. The very next chance we had, we stroked each other off to completion. To this day, probably the greatest orgasm of my life. Feeling it build and build, Twitching, throbbing, legs shaking. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" We came about the same time, sending ropes of white hot cum across our chests and bellies.
I began to notice that touching each other had evolved, too. I found myself rubbing around his cock's head with my thumb. I found myself wanting to pleasure him, no longer content with just stroking him. He was doing it to me, also. "Ever wonder what cum tastes like? "No, why do you?" "Sometimes. I actually tasted mine once?" "What? Seriously? What did it taste like." "I can't describe it. You just have to try it for yourself."
"Go on, I dare you!" Fingers dripping with warm, thick cum after pleasuring each other, we brought them to our lips and licked some up. Neither could believe that we did it. Neither would admit to how much we unexpectedly liked it. In the days that followed, it seemed almost addictive. I knew that I wanted another taste, even if I could not say it just yet.
"Would you try sucking me? Come on, I want it so bad!" "I will of you will." Again, I would of never admitted it, but I had been thinking about doing it for a long time. I seemed so turned on and drawn to the idea of it, of sucking cock. Leaning over, as if in slow motion, feeling it's warmth and attraction. I wrapped my lips around him and knew that I liked it. Instinctively, I knew that I wanted to make him cum, too. I wanted to taste it, again. Would I swallow some, also? He didn't speak. He just layed back until he began to shake and filled my mouth. I had to fight off moaning, maybe I did. He probably would not of heard it over his moans and heavy breathing anyways! The force of his ejaculation! Warm, creamy, gooey, the familar addictive taste. I did swallow some, but spit the rest out to not look like I did. "I thought that you were going to warn me!" "I forgot, ok!" Truthfully, I was glad that he didn't.
I stood and he moved to the edge of the bed, it was my turn now! Oh my, how could his mouth feel this good! I guess I was already on edge, I very quickly flet that wonderful build up. I came so hard in his mouth, making him quickly pull away. Just in time to catch another rope of hot semen land and splash on his face. I couldn't help but laugh. All he said was, "Fucker!"
We didn't have to say it, but I think we both knew it. We loved sucking cock and cum. The longer our meet ups went on, the more and more I began to give into the desires. Sucking and licking his balls. Can you imagine? How did it get this far? It was actually quit sensual and wonderful. His musky, salty taste, just intoxicating! He did the same for me, too. Man, I miss those times spent together. I wish a had a friend like that, right now!
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