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First Time Jerking Off With a Friend 02
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Chapter 2: Oral Doesn’t Count
But a few minutes later, a girl on-screen got rough with a guy, and something changed in his face. He glanced at me and asked quietly if I would give him head.
My stomach dropped, but not in a bad way. It felt like a rush of heat straight to my chest. I was nervous and excited.
“Yeah, sure,” I said. “If you do me back.” My voice sounded steadier than I felt.
He paused and pulled his lips in like he was thinking hard. The moment stretched out, and then he shook his head fast.
“Actually… no. I mean, not that. I’d jerk off with you though. Just not like, oral stuff. I’m still a virgin and I don’t want the first real thing I do to be with a guy.”
I was disappointed, but I could tell his curiosity was still there.
“But jerking off is fine,” he added. “It’s just jerking off. Just hope no one walks in on us.”
I nodded and leaned back against the couch. “Dude, we’re literally home alone. No one comes by when my parents are traveling. I jerk off all the time all around the house.”
He chuckled, his tension fading. “Really?”
“Yeah,” I said, laughing a little.
That seemed to settle him. I grabbed the remote and put the porn back on, letting the video run without comment. Our dynamic was different now. The blankets over us trapped our body heat, and the porn sounds from the video filled the silence.
We just sat there watching at first, breathing a little heavier than before. Then slowly, almost at the same moment, we slid our hands under the blankets. I felt the soft elastic of my waistband and tugged it down, inch by inch, keeping my breathing quiet. I heard him do the same, the faint rustle of fabric under his blanket matching mine.
When my pants were low enough, my cock sprang out into the warm air under the blanket. I was already stiff again, and the freedom made me twitch hard enough to jolt my hips. I curled my fingers around myself and rubbed slow from base to tip, warming up with small strokes. The skin felt tight and hot, my body reacting to every little touch.
Next to me, I could hear Nathan’s breathing shift deeper and slower as he started touching himself as well, steady and rhythmic. The subtle wet sound under his blanket matched the tempo of the porn onscreen.
I felt my heart beating fast as I realized this was really happening. Just two horny guys, inches apart, rubbing themselves openly, letting it happen.
The closeness made everything sharper. The warmth of his body next to mine, the slight movement of the couch when he adjusted his hips, the way I could sense him without looking. My cock throbbed in my fist, leaking already, my strokes getting bolder as I started to pump the blanket upward.
We didn’t talk at first, but every part of this felt like a conversation between our bodies in a weird way. His thigh pressed lightly against mine when he shifted, and that contact gave me a chill every time. With our bodies closer together I internalized our size difference in a way I never had before. I was about five foot five and barely a hundred pounds at the time, all skin and bone, while he was a toned six foot and maybe one forty.
I said the next thing that came to my mind before I could overthink it.
“How big are you?”
He kept stroking under the blanket, eyes fixed on the porn like it was just a normal question.
“Seven or eight inches depending on how turned on I am,” he said.
My body reacted instantly. A warm jolt shot through me, and my cock twitched in my fist. I was almost exactly six, and the idea of seeing one bigger than mine bounced around my head immediately.
“Can I see it?” I asked.
He didn’t answer right away. He slowed his stroking, his gaze still locked on the screen. It felt like he was weighing something in his mind. Then he took one slow breath, shifted his hips, and in one smooth motion he pulled the blanket off himself.
My eyes went straight to his lap. When he pulled it out fully, I felt my stomach flutter hard. His cock curved slightly to the right, thick at the base and definitely longer than mine. Seeing it exposed in the warm living room light did something almost dizzying to me. It wasn’t just bigger, it was alive, twitching in his hand with a steady pulse.
The sight alone made my own cock leak harder, making my palm wet. The jealousy, curiosity, and excitement all mixed into this hot knot low in my stomach. I couldn’t look away.
As the porn kept playing, my attention drifted away from the video completely. I was way more interested in watching him. He looked locked in on the screen at first, jaw tight, hand stroking steady. The glow from the TV lit up the side of his face, and I watched the way his eyes twitched when he got a little more turned on.
Eventually he looked away from the porn and glanced at me. Then his eyes dropped straight to my lap. I pulled off my blanket, and he stared for a second, squinting like he was confused.
"I wanted to say earlier," he said, “It’s cool yours curves to the right.”
I looked down too, noticing the curve like it was the first time I’d ever seen it on my own body. “I didn’t know yours curved to the right,” I said.
That weird mirror-image difference made us both grin. The curiosity in his eyes sharpened. He reached over and touched my shaft with two fingers, tracing the curve like he needed to confirm it with his hand. The moment he touched me, my breath stopped and my body flinched, but he held onto it.
I reached back and did the same to him. His cock felt hotter than mine, thicker too, and the curve really was the exact opposite. Touching each other started innocent, just feeling the shape. But a few seconds later our hands were still on each other’s shafts, it shifted from comparing to feeling each other up.
His fingers wrapped around mine tighter without either of us speaking. Mine squeezed around the head of his. We stroked each other slowly at first, testing each other’s reactions, syncing up without talking about it, the only sounds the squelching of our dicks in each other’s hands and the porn sounds on the TV.
The couch creaked lightly under us as we shifted closer, our knees pressing into each other’s thighs. My grip tightened when his hips jerked up into my hand. His thumb brushed over my head, spreading the sticky pre-cum that was already dripping down my shaft. That small motion made my whole body twitch.
We kept going like that, both of us getting more and more into it, staring at each other’s dicks while we jerked each other off. His breathing grew heavier, broken into quiet gasps. Mine was similar. Every stroke made my thighs tense. Every time he squeezed a little tighter, my stomach clenched. It felt like we were fucking each other in a strange new way.
The porn was still playing, but at that point it was just background noise. The real thing happening between us was way hotter. Two guys jerking each other off on the couch.
We pulled each other in closer, matching rhythm, both of us chasing the feeling as it built up fast in our bodies.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I asked if I blew him, would he return the favor. The question slipped out before I had time to second guess it. I was too gooned out to play it cool anymore.
He stared at me for a second, stroking me slower, like he was scared of the question.
“Yeah,” he said. “But… I wanna suck first.”
I agreed instantly. I didn’t even pretend to think about it. The idea of his mouth on me hit so hard I felt my thighs tense. I had had a steady girlfriend before, but she never went down on me, so the idea of someone actually using their mouth on my cock made my stomach twist with excitement.
He moved toward me first. He shifted onto his knees between my legs, his hand wrapping around his own cock as he leaned into mine. My heart was pounding so fast it felt like I could see it in my chest. I pushed my hips forward a little without even meaning to, inviting him in.
When his lips wrapped around the head of my dick for the first time, my whole body jolted. His mouth was warm and soft, and the slight suction made my legs shake. I grabbed the edge of the couch to steady myself. He was tentative at first, like he was scared to mess something up, but that clumsy curiosity made it even hotter.
He bobbed his head shallowly, then deeper, letting his tongue drag along the underside. Every time he reached the base, the head of my dick pressed into his throat and my body would flinch a little. I didn’t know where to put my hands. I settled them lightly on his shoulders, feeling the tension in him, feeling the way he used every part of his mouth to stimulate my hard rod.
When he pulled off with a gasp, a thin string of spit still connected his lip to my dick. His cheeks were flushed. He wiped his mouth and laughed nervously. “Your turn.”
I dropped to the floor in front of him and took his cock in my hand first, getting a feel for the weight and heat again as I looked at it up close. I was so grateful for how good he had made me feel, and I wanted to return the favor times a hundred. Before I could talk myself out of it, I lowered my mouth onto him, and he let out a sound that made me feel warm inside. He loved it. His thighs tensed around my shoulders, muscles bunching tight. I moved slow at first, the way he had, testing my limits, feeling him pulse on my tongue. His hand landed on the back of my neck, pushing me a little bit. His thighs closed on my head holding me in place while he thrust lightly into my mouth. He was naturally much more dominant than I was, and I didn’t mind it.
“Ohh stop stop stop,” he said suddenly, “Or else I’m gonna bust already.”
So we switched again. Then again. Taking turns for about a minute at a time. Each rotation went quicker than the last as we pushed each other to the edge. His thighs tensed on my head every time I went down on him, his breath jerking in little surprised catches when I would hit a good spot. When he went down on me, his tongue moved with this nervous curiosity.
About ten minutes in we were both too sensitive to keep switching. Our mouths felt used in a good way, warm and swollen, our bodies full of energy like we had run sprints. My cock kept twitching so hard it bobbed every few seconds, dripping out a constant stream of pre-cum. Nathan sat back first and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. His lips were red and wet.
"Dude, I'm gonna cum. I can’t hold off anymore." he said. His chest moved fast with the pace of his shaky breath.
By implication, finishing each other off would cross some imaginary line, but helping each other get close was fine. I didn’t care about any rules anymore. I only cared about the feeling I got when I was pleasuring him, or when he was pleasuring me. The flushed and nervous feelings we were giving each other. He was turned on because of me.
He leaned back on the couch and started stroking himself again, but it was sloppy now. Fast. Desperate. His hips lifted every few seconds like he couldn’t stay still. Watching him lose control like that flipped something in me. I wanted to be the one who pushed him over the edge.
I reached over and wrapped my hand around him before he could react. He sucked in a sharp breath, the kind that sounded like he had been caught off guard in the best possible way. I dropped down and pressed him back into my mouth while I stroked myself at the same time.
"Bro, wait," he said. "Seriously, I'm too close. I'm gonna—"
His voice changed halfway through the sentence. It dropped lower and tighter, like he was caught off guard with the feeling rushing up through him. His hand grabbed my head, but not to pull me off. It was like he needed something to anchor to.
His cock throbbed in my mouth, hot and red. I could feel every pulse of him as he crossed the edge. I kept stroking him as I bobbed my head on his pole, slow for a second just to tease him, then faster when he jerked his hips up into my mouth. His legs tensed hard, his toes curling against the carpet as he tightened his knees on my head.
“Dude, seriously, I’m gonna cum in your mouth,” he said again. This time it sounded like a plea.
I didn’t even think about stopping. The thrill of being the one who pushed him past that point was too strong.
His whole body snapped tight as both his palms landed on the back of my head, holding me tight and pressing his thick cock into my throat. His stomach clenched against my forehead and he let out this raw sound from his throat that was half moan and half gasp. Then he came. Hard. Hot ropes shot down my throat as his meat pulsed in my mouth, stretching my throat and my lips. I pulled off to breathe and another shot hit my cheek in a quick, messy arc. He kept pulsing in my grip, body shaking, breath breaking into uneven bursts.
The sight of him losing control like that pushed me over instantly. I held my dick tightly without even stroking it. I felt it surge up and I came across my stomach in thick spurts, my whole body curling forward as I gasped for air.
For a moment we just stayed there, both of us ruined, breathing like we had run miles. The air felt heavy around us. My heart pounded so hard my vision literally pulsed.
Just straight guys helping each other out, I told myself, even if I was chuckling internally at how gay it was.
We cleaned up with a couple shirts from my dresser. The shirts were already old and stained from workouts, so using them as cleanup rags felt easier than grabbing towels and pretending this wasn’t happening. We moved around each other quietly, still half naked, handing each other shirts without thinking. Every few seconds our eyes met and then darted away. My chest kept tightening with this weird rush of embarrassment and excitement at the same time.
We got dressed slowly. I pulled my shirt over my head too fast and felt a wave of heat go up my neck. Nathan adjusted his waistband and tried to act normal as well. It was obvious we were both still recovering from that. My hands shook a little when I tied my shoes, and his breathing hadn’t fully calmed down.
We stepped outside like we needed air. The sun felt too bright for what had just happened inside, like I had expected it to be nighttime already. Nathan grabbed the basketball from under the hoop and bounced it once, the sound echoing down my street.
We shot around and started talking about normal things, hot girls, stuff from school, guys we didn’t like. I could feel him watching me sometimes, checking if I looked different, if anything had changed. I kept missing my shots, but I didn’t care. In my head I kept thinking about what we had done, still remembering the way his mouth felt.
He took one last shot, missed, and let the ball roll away. “I think I’m gonna head home,” he said.
I nodded. “Yeah, alright.”
He walked off down the sidewalk, hands in his pockets. I watched him go until he turned the corner.
Ten minutes later he texted me.
Him: that was… fun but kinda awkward after. not sure i can do it again until i get with a girl
I lay back on my bed, still feeling the dried streaks on my stomach, and typed back.
Me: bro you literally did it. you have experience now. that’s courage already. you can go get with a girl now I bet.
Him: maybe lol
That was the end of it for a few hours. I kept replaying the whole thing in my head, the way he moaned, the way his body tensed in my hand, the sound he made when he finished. I wanted it to happen again to be honest. I played video games to take my mind off of things, and walked around my house naked as usual, spanking it one more time in my kitchen for good measure.
Around 11 p.m. he texted again.
Him: dude
Me: what lol
Him: i just lost my virginity
My stomach flipped.
Me: wait seriously that fast? with who??
Him: neighbor girl. the one who always flirts w me. she came over
I stared at the message. Part of me felt jealous, which made no sense. I was proud of him at the same time.
Me: damn congrats man
He replied instantly.
Him: ok so NOW i can do whatever w you and its not gay cuz i already fucked a girl
I actually laughed out loud at that.
Me: cool im down
Five seconds passed. Then another bubble.
Him: you wanna lick her pussy juice off me right now?
Me: haha im down
Him: better yet, how about i show you how i fucked her?
Comments
P
Hella hot! I love the way it doesn't get pushed, and howbrave our little guy is when the bigger guy holds his head, and the thighs put a light grip on his head. he WANTS the dick to stretch his throat, he's not afraid, and he's not afraid his friend will turn tyrant. He knows instinctively that he's well within the range of what's safe for him, and he's very aware of what he can take and what he wants. Both guys feel safe in the moment. THAT'S SO HOT!.
IamJustBlake
Insanely hot!!! Can't wait for more!!
