Submitted by Anon in Bedfordshire
I can still remember the first time I ever touched another guys cock, and the intensely erotic experience it was.
I was 19, I’d been wanking with my best mate for about a month. It was the late 90?s and the internet was a new thing for us, but the fascination of having access to all that porn on demand (even though it was limited back then and seemed to take 30 minutes to load a slide show) was not to be missed by a couple of horny young men.
I would stay at my best mates place at the weekend and every night we’d be on-line checking out groups and scrolling through a gallery of porn, sitting back on his sofa bed with our cocks out in our hands wanking ourselves into a stupor.
The first time it happened we were looking at a gallery of threesome porn, 2 girls and 1 guy, then 2 guys and 1 girl, then cocks bumping together, being sucked at the same time, then dp with two raging dicks in a hot wet hole.
Then we saw a pic of a girl sliding her pussy down on a big cock, with another guy holding his dick in place for him. We were already talking about threesomes and what it would be like, neither of us having been there yet.
The pic stopped us, we wondered openly what that would be like, what we would do if we both had the chance to slide our cocks into the same hole, whether we would be able to stay hard with another cock up against ours, whether it was “gay” to help a buddy out and slide his cock in for him.
It was probably just an excuse being made, after all we’d been watching each other wanking for so long now and we openly stared, we always shot our cock snot at the same time, one jizz load leading to the other firing off in epic style. I knew that all it took was the sight of his semen erupting from his hooded helmet and mine would be involuntarily squirting off over my abs.
I admit I’d thought about it a lot. Seeing his long pink shaft looking so impressive, watching it firing cum out, I’d long wondered what it would be like to grab it and feel it. I assume now that he probably wondered the same thing. We never hid our dicks from each other at all. We were proud, often commenting, complimentary, he openly wished he had my length and long foreskin and I wanted his thick helmet and big balls.
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We made a deal, a pact that we would feel it, see what it was like, that it would never be spoken about to anyone.
Both reaching out with one hand we seemed to time it, neither of us wanting to be the first one to make contact. Then we were, tentatively at first, finger and thumb around hot damp skin, then another finger, palms closing…
Nervousness had made me a little limper than I had been, still thick and veined but slightly malleable. His hand wrapped tightly around my shaft and my fist slid along his length, the unmistakable feel of hard and soft skin was incredible.
My cock sprang back to life as I wanked him slowly, watching his pink foreskin bunching up over his rounded purple head, a bead of pre-cum producing at the small raised lips of his piss hole.
I rubbed the juice with my thumb, as I would with my own cock, spreading his natural lube over his glands. He did the same to me, my dick was almost flooding clear liquid out as the pleasure of his stroking made my shaft ache with hardness.
It wasn’t momentary as we’d planned. For the next 15 minutes we did nothing but stroke each other, feeling the throb of each other, caressing sensitive tips, building up to the inevitable mess to come.
And it certainly was a mess when it did come.
I can’t recall who started ejaculating first, but I believe it was a mutual climax in the truest sense of the word. We both felt the others cock become solid in our grip, vibrating and twitching as the peaks of pleasure rose and then…
Semen was flowing in gushing spurts, erupting from each other as we continued to gently wank our best friends shaft. Cum was leaping from our respective cocks, splatting over abs and chests, a little of my jizz hit my chin, a little of his splashed over his shoulder, our hands were coated in a warm mix of white and clear ball juice.
The pleasure was unlike anything I had experienced before. Even fucking my girlfriend wasn’t this good. It was close, but not this freeing, not this intense, not this relaxed and certainly not this spectacular.
After the act we sat there for a few minutes just bathing in our juices, our sticky hands on our softening wet cocks, my balls aching a little from the force of the climax.
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A wave of awkwardness came and went. We didn’t talk about it, nothing was said at all for maybe half an hour. We took turns in the shower, came back to his room and watched a film.
Ten minutes after the film ended we were back on the internet, our cocks out, in each others hands, wanking each other to our second cum load of the night.
We wanked each other off for another year, every few days, regardless of our girlfriends and the pussy we had access to. We never did have that threesome, but we never needed to. The pleasure of making each other cum was enough for us.
Our friendly best mate wanks only ended when he moved away. It was never the same after that. I found other mates to wank with of course. Even today I have two friends I regularly stroke dick with, and my wife knows.
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