“I’m trying to eat you walking hardon!”
Paul laughed.
It wasn’t as jokey as it sounded. A year ago when Paul was staying I walked in on him wanking while staring out at my Mom as she was sunbathing by the pool.
He made me promise that I didn’t say anything to her and that he wouldn’t do it again. I was half pissed off and half in hysterics. The weirdest part was that after he ran out of the bathroom I went to close the window. I saw what he was looking at and had to admit that my Mom lying on her back with the knees pulled up was quite a sexy sight. I quickly came to my senses and closed the window.
I gave Paul so much grief over the remaining days. I don’t think I needed to buy a drink for that entire weekend.
The night carried on in much the same vein. Both of us giving as good as we received. When the gaming begun it followed the same script. As always Paul destroyed me in the car racing games. He had a freakishly good sense of placement with the car. Somehow he managed to find gaps and make tight cornering stick. I spent most of the time weaving all over the road and crashing into barriers.
In the classic first person shootem ups I was head and shoulders above him. We played a few rounds of ‘deathmatch’ but he rapidly lost interest after being killed 20 or 30 times to my once. He threw his customary tantrum and we eventually worked together in the cooperation mode. We progressed quickly through stages….he was my cannon fodder.
But like most nights the gaming was lost to the influx of sport…..and beer.
With our reactions starting to dull with the creeping splendor of intoxication the controllers were laid down and the sport fest began.
A few hours later we were drunk. Like properly drunk.
The room was tilted ever so slightly. It was like a carnival funhouse, where perception was just a tiny bit off kilter. But our jokes were the funniest jokes ever told, our meaningful outpourings of emotion were so pure and heartfelt it would have made grandmothers sigh. We sung like angels to songs that we thought we didn’t like. And our dance moves…..oh our sweet, fierce dance moves.
But like all alcohol driven pursuits the rewards are short lived. Soon Paul’s eyes refused to stay open. I could feel the familiar feeling of my intake exceeding my storage capability.
“Dude,” Paul drunkenly slurred, “I’m going to have a shower.”
“OK…..I’m going to puke.”
Paul walked up the stairs as I quickly bumped my way to the downstairs toilet. 10 minutes of retching later I felt decidedly better – but with a strong desire to brush my teeth.
I walked out of the toilet and saw that Paul was already out of the shower and sitting watching some TV.
“I’ve linked the laptop so we can watch some stuff off my hard drive – that OK?” Paul asked.
“Yeah fine – I’m going to have a shower as well.”
With that I walked up the stairs and sorted myself out.
15 minutes later I was heading downstairs in my pyjama pants and shirt.
I was greeted by quite a sight.
Paul was sound asleep on the sofa. On the TV his laptop was still feeding through the movie he had put on. I saw in full HD glory the porn that Paul had been watching. A ‘Milf’ was being slowly fucked by a young guy. She was moaning in pleasure as the guys cock thrust in to her. I turned to Paul to wake him up when I noticed that he had obviously fallen asleep mid wank.
His hand was still down the front of his boxers and even though he was asleep his cock was still relatively erect.
I turned back to the screen and watched as the Milf started to ride the guy. She had natural looking tits that bounced in time with her movements. She was gasping with the effort.
I felt myself harden at what I was watching.
I put my hand down my pyjama bottoms and started tugging on my cock. It felt warm and was rapidly hardening to its full length. The movie neared its end and I watched as the milf, now on her knees, took the cum from the young guy in her mouth and on her face.
The screen went dark as the movie ended and another appeared.
It was a young girl with glasses on, on her knees. The video was shot from the POV of the guy. The girl was expertly sucking the guy off. You could hear the moans of the guy mixing in with the groans coming from the girl.
My hand still moved slowly over my cock. I looked over at Paul to make sure he was asleep. He was.
I was going to look back at the screen but instead my eyes moved to Paul’s crotch. His hand had fallen away from his boxers meaning that the bulge in his boxers was now nothing but cock.
The pleasurable sensations that my hand was generating meant that my mind was far more open to things. Before I really knew what I was doing I reached my hand over and pressed my palm up against the front of Paul’s boxers.
The thin material did little to disguise the mass of his member. I felt the heat coming off him.
He stirred.
I quickly removed my hand, both from him and me.
But he didn’t wake. He just moved his head so he was now ‘looking’ away from me.
After a minute of doubt I once again placed my hand on his crotch. This time he didn’t make a sound.
I allowed my hand to rest on him as my other hand slowly stroked my rock hard cock.
Gently – almost inperceptively I started to move my hand over him. I could feel his length. The slightly rounded head and the mass of where his balls were.
As I moved my hand I could feel him hardening. So much so that his boxers started to tighten making it difficult for me to feel him. Still not 100% that what I was doing was a good idea I concentrated my touch on the head. It felt incredible to have someone else’s erection under my hand. After a few minutes I felt the first bit of dampness as Paul released a little pre-cum.
But I wanted more.
My own arousal meant that I was suddenly brave. I was debating how I would react if he woke up. Would I just carry on, would I run out of the room, would I feign sleep?
All I knew is that stroking him through his boxers wasn’t enough anymore.
I noticed that his boxers had a button fly. As gently as I could manage I undid the buttons. when the last one popped I moved his boxers so that his cock could release through the gap.
In a matter of seconds Paul’s cock was standing proudly in the soft glow of the TV.
It was big. About 7 or 8 inches. He was circumsized so his purple head was on full display. The shaft was thick with a large vein along the underside. I saw very little hair. It looked smooth, almost glistening. The head was slightly wet due to the pre-cum.
I realized that I was sitting there jerking myself off while looking at it. I sat up a little and moved into a position that allowed my hand to have easy access to him. I prepared to wank off my first cock (obviously other than my own).
I clasped my hand around his girth. It was warm – almost hot to the touch. I moved my hand and completed my first ever pump of another mans cock. I was exhilarated.
Carefully I started to slide my hand up and down his shaft. I made sure that my pumps were smooth and steady. I was so turned on that I thought I was going to cum.
I decided to leave myself alone and concentrate on Paul.
I watched intensely as my hand slid up and down him. I watched the skin pull taught in the downward stroke and then return to its natural tension on the upward.
My eyes were always being drawn to the head of his cock as his pre-cum began to flow freely. I could feel the lubricating effects as it dripped down onto my hand.
The feeling of his pulsing member in my hand was so familiar but yet so alien to me.
The one thing I did recognize though was the feeling that he was close to coming. Even though he was asleep I could see his groin occasionally thrusting and jerking.
I grabbed my still erect cock and started to pump it in time with the strokes on Paul. I was so enthralled with my experience that I was ready to cum within seconds.
I slowed myself down until I was sure Paul was going to cum.
I felt his cock expand and a soft groan emit from his mouth. Suddenly his jism shot out in 3 powerful eruptions. Thick ropes of white cum launching upwards and then falling onto his lap and my arm.
I covered my hand with his hot sperm. When he finished ejaculating I placed my cum covered hand around my cock and proceeded to wank myself to an intense orgasm – my cum mixing with his.
As I lay panting from the ferocity of my climax I was almost immediately swamped with regret and fear. What had I done? How would I explain it? What if I had been caught? Am I gay? Is Paul gay?
I quickly got up and started to walk away. I turned and saw Paul’s semi hard cock still poking out of his boxers. I walked back over to him and pushed him back through the hole. Maybe he would think he just had a wet dream or something?
I walked up to my room and cleaned my hands in the basin. The warm water washed away the now sticky residue of Paul and myself. I climbed into bed. It felt like I was on automatic pilot. I couldn’t believe what I had just done.
The strangest feeling of all was that even though I was wracked with guilt and impending doom I was also turned on.
So much so that as I lay there thinking about it I felt myself harden again.
Ten minutes later, after I bought myself to orgasm again, my eyes started to close. I barely registered the moist patch in my boxers or the feeling of my just released cum trickling down my crotch.
Exertion and alcohol won the day.
Whatever happened in the morning would be dealt with then…..for now – it was time to sleep.
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