Just a couple of days after the first time I Chris and I messed around again. This time something was a little different. My longtime friend Craig was partially involved to a certain degree.
Craig was a short stocky dude who was about five years older than me. He had around red face and short strawberry blonde hair and my family lovingly dubbed him "Campbell Soup Kid" because he looked just like one.
The three of us were in my basement weight room lifting weights and jamming out to the radio. We were taking turns on the bench press and rotating every five minutes or so when Chris's next turn came up. I stood there spotting him while he lifted the barbell and I caught a glimpse of the outline of his package through his light blue mesh like basketball shorts. I helped him set the bar down and before he was able to get up I walked over to him and began rubbing his crotch through the shorts he had on.
I actually didn't know how Craig was going to react to what I was doing because he was just like me and all of my other friends at the time. I don't think we went a day without saying a homophobic word or some kind but when I caught sight of him he was actually smiling. Craig sat in a chair next to the weight bench and actually started urging us on. I whipped Chris's now throbbing hard cock from his shorts and starting stroking it. Chris just laid there with one arm behind his head watching what I was doing and Craig cupped his hands together as if holding an imaginary video camera.
