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Hot thread! My first experience was in college with my roommate....we wound up stroking each other several times. Never went further....then we started meeting women haha...
In theory, of course, it always starts out just jacking-off together. After all, you're both hot and aroused, viewing Porn. What can possibly go wrong?
Inevitably it graduates to feeling up each other - why not? As the blood flows to the cock it drains away from the brain, everyone knows that. You're curious to know how it feels to hold another guy's cock, compare shape and size. It feels good… doesn't it?
And then, before you know it, you're kissing each other's cocks - purely experimentally, and sucking each other… and that feels just so incredibly good you forget all about the Porn.
Until suddenly, he's cumming in your mouth, and you're cumming in his.
Where do you go from here…?
Embarrassed grins, bashful now. But the idea is planted. There will be a repeat performance...
Not quite. Did we do it wrong....LOL? Over a period of time we progressed from jacking, to frotting, and then to anal and lastly to oral....details in my stories.And then, before you know it, you're kissing each other's cocks - purely experimentally, and sucking each other… and that feels just so incredibly good
Where do you go from here…?
LOL. In theory, and in practice, that's pretty much how it went down with a few caveats.
We weren't watching porn since the availability of porn media was very limited "back in the day". Rather, we were in his bedroom taking turns showing each other licks and grooves on a rather large drum kit. We'd just been swimming and we were wearing only trunks and tees. His trunks were tight fitting competition Speedo's and I could clearly see that he had a bit of a chubby.
We'd sat back talking on his bed, a futon since the drum kit took up so much space in his room, and he occasionally, unconsciously (or not?), lightly touched or rubbed his penis which became noticeably large. I felt a twinge in my groin and my dick was involuntarily becoming engorged as well....when...he said,
"Do you ever beat off?"
To which I responded, "Of course I do."
...and he said, "Do you want to beat off together."
Not sure of all of the implications, but aroused and really up for anything, I said "Sure".
We semi-reclined on the futon and began to stroke our penises which quickly became full erect. Mine was engorged with blood and harder than it had ever been. I was at first reluctant to openly look at his as, Christian guilt and all, that might mean I could be...gasp...homosexual (though I'd been playing with my ass as long as I'd been sexually aware). When I saw that he, having no such apparent qualms, was really staring at mine I looked his and I couldn't take my eyes off of it as he stroked it up down.
He slid closer to me on the futon, till our hips and legs were touching, and reached over, taking my dick in his hand, and started to stroke me. I just moved my hands out of the way and watched with fascination. His touch, the first "sexual touch' by another person on my penis, was electric. After a few moments he said, "Rub me," so I reached over and began to stroke his penis as well.
The feeling was exquisite, both in having my penis stroked by the hand of someone else, and in having his hard and hot penis in my hand and responding to my touch. I thought we couldn't get any closer but then he moved his closest leg so it was draped over mine and half between my legs. This made it seem even more intimate and that "giddy feeling", that I get only in the intimate company of other men, began to creep up on me and I felt blissful.
It didn't take too very long before that "inevitable orgasm" feeling began to well up from within me. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to say, so I just let it happen. He must have felt that it was "cumming" and he gripped my penis a little more firmly, pointed it at my abdomen, and I shot jet after jet of semen onto my tummy and in and around my naval. This, ejaculating on myself, was also a new sensation to me since I'd always been fastidious about catching my own "mess" in Kleenex when masturbating alone.
I started to feel a pang of guilt but soon, and upon realizing I still had my hand wrapped around his penis and a duty to fulfill, almost like a promise to keep, I began to stroke him in earnest. He was a bit bigger than me, in both length and girth, and I was fascinated with the feel of his pulse in my hand. I remember moving my hand further toward the tip, feeling the wetness of his pre-cum, and swirling it around with my thumb before again settling into a rhythm that I knew I would like. Though I thought felt him get suddenly harder, I was still surprised when he started to cum and though I managed to aim most of it at his abdomen I still got a lot of it on my hand...and though I didn't taste it I played with it and smeared it around on his softening dick a bit.
We sat there for a few minutes, our hands wrapped around each others softening penises, till he reached for a box of Kleenex and cleaned both of us up. He was ebullient and enthusiastic about what we'd just done and, while I was a bit more subdued, I was thrilled as well. Later, and after swimming, we did the same thing while lying next to each other on chaise lounges on the patio.
Thus...began a relationship that lasted close to a decade, all the while remaining best friends and having girlfriends along the way.
Not quite. Did we do it wrong....LOL? Over a period of time we progressed from jacking, to frotting, and then to anal and lastly to oral....details in my stories.
Indeed. Very different paths. Joy, sadness, no regrets but a wistful wonder about the path not taken.
I very much enjoyed it in the local bathouse when I was younger, a friend and I enjoying each ither as we watched the action around us. It was a relacing atmosphere where just about anything went.
It is nice to stroke knowing someone else is getting pleasure too, in particular even more so for them
This is something I'd like to try. Seems like a good way to start.
In theory, of course, it always starts out just jacking-off together. After all, you're both hot and aroused, viewing Porn. What can possibly go wrong?
Inevitably it graduates to feeling up each other - why not? As the blood flows to the cock it drains away from the brain, everyone knows that. You're curious to know how it feels to hold another guy's cock, compare shape and size. It feels good… doesn't it?
And then, before you know it, you're kissing each other's cocks - purely experimentally, and sucking each other… and that feels just so incredibly good you forget all about the Porn.
Until suddenly, he's cumming in your mouth, and you're cumming in his.
Where do you go from here…?
Embarrassed grins, bashful now. But the idea is planted. There will be a repeat performance...
We used to watch vids and stroke off. We started off stroking off to Bond films. That was as sexy as it got. Then stuff like Emanuelle but soon graduated to the hard stuff. Sharing makes it great. I like to go on the chat room and find a guy who'll watch a vid with me and tell me what's he's doing and me the same. Happy to share that with anyone or a group. Maybe we should set up a chat room just for that purpose, sharing vids while stroking. Any takers?
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LOL. In theory, and in practice, that's pretty much how it went down for me with a few caveats.
We weren't watching porn since the availability of porn media was very limited "back in the day". Rather, we were in his bedroom taking turns showing each other licks and grooves on a rather large drum kit. We'd just been swimming and we were wearing only trunks and tees. His trunks were tight fitting competition Speedo's and I could clearly see that he had a bit of a chubby.
We'd sat back talking on his bed, a futon since the drum kit took up so much space in his room, and he occasionally, unconsciously (or not?), lightly touched or rubbed his penis which became noticeably large. I felt a twinge in my groin and my dick was involuntarily becoming engorged as well....when...he said,
"Do you ever beat off?"
To which I responded, "Of course I do."
...and he said, "Do you want to beat off together."
Not sure of all of the implications, but aroused and really up for anything, I said "Sure".
We semi-reclined on the futon and began to stroke our penises which quickly became full erect. Mine was engorged with blood and harder than it had ever been. I was at first reluctant to openly look at his as, Christian guilt and all, that might mean I could be...gasp...homosexual (though I'd been playing with my ass as long as I'd been sexually aware). When I saw that he, having no such apparent qualms, was really staring at mine I looked his and I couldn't take my eyes off of it as he stroked it up down.
He slid closer to me on the futon, till our hips and legs were touching, and reached over, taking my dick in his hand, and started to stroke me. I just moved my hands out of the way and watched with fascination. His touch, the first "sexual touch' by another person on my penis, was electric. After a few moments he said, "Rub me," so I reached over and began to stroke his penis as well.
The feeling was exquisite, both in having my penis stroked by the hand of someone else, and in having his hard and hot penis in my hand and responding to my touch. I thought we couldn't get any closer but then he moved his closest leg so it was draped over mine and half between my legs. This made it seem even more intimate and that "giddy feeling", that I get only in the intimate company of other men, began to creep up on me and I felt blissful.
It didn't take too very long before that "inevitable orgasm" feeling began to well up from within me. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to say, so I just let it happen. He must have felt that it was "cumming" and he gripped my penis a little more firmly, pointed it at my abdomen, and I shot jet after jet of semen onto my tummy and in and around my naval. This, ejaculating on myself, was also a new sensation to me since I'd always been fastidious about catching my own "mess" in Kleenex when masturbating alone.
I started to feel a pang of guilt but soon, and upon realizing I still had my hand wrapped around his penis and a duty to fulfill, almost like a promise to keep, I began to stroke him in earnest. He was a bit bigger than me, in both length and girth, and I was fascinated with the feel of his pulse in my hand. I remember moving my hand further toward the tip, feeling the wetness of his pre-cum, and swirling it around with my thumb before again settling into a rhythm that I knew I would like. Though I thought felt him get suddenly harder, I was still surprised when he started to cum and though I managed to aim most of it at his abdomen I still got a lot of it on my hand...and though I didn't taste it I played with it and smeared it around on his softening dick a bit.
We sat there for a few minutes, our hands wrapped around each others softening penises, till he reached for a box of Kleenex and cleaned both of us up. He was ebullient and enthusiastic about what we'd just done and, while I was a bit more subdued, I was thrilled as well. Later, and after swimming, we did the same thing while lying next to each other on chaise lounges on the patio.
Thus...began a relationship that lasted close to a decade, all the while remaining best friends and having girlfriends along the way.
Not quite. Did we do it wrong....LOL? Over a period of time we progressed from jacking, to frotting, and then to anal and lastly to oral....details in my stories.
Indeed. Very different paths. Joy, sadness, no regrets but a wistful wonder about the path not taken.
Sounds like fun to me! Wish could make it happen up in Maine.