There's a group of us guys from high school, all grew up in the same neighborhood, and after we graduated, we vowed that we'd try to get together a few times a year, if and when possible. Our little neighborhood was somewhat removed from everyone else. We were looked upon as a group who lived on the wrong side of the tracks, but in reality, we all came from good, loving homes. We were just geographically separated from other areas, and we all lived in old row homes. Nonetheless, we were nice people.
Anyhow, fast forward a dozen years out of school, and we made plans to get together at a cabin my family owned in central Pennsylvania. There were 9 guys, but only 5 were going to be there Friday night, with the possibility of 2 more showing up Saturday. Several of us were married now, several with kids, some out of state, and a few in new relationships.
Friday night the five of us got there pretty much between 6:30 and 7:30, unpacked, got a fire going in the fireplace and the woodstove, cleaned the spiders and cobwebs out the latrine, made sure the electric was on to the latrine, and then settled in with our beers and the hard stuff.
It got hot in there with the fires going, and we stripped down to underwear and 3 of us in tee shirts too. Roger was making pizza moon pies on the stove for us. He's the tallest of the five of us, a little over 6 foot, Italian heritage, fur covering his entire body, built and hung. He was wearing white boxer briefs and bare chested. We started joking with him that he better keep his pepperoni in his underwear while he was making the moon pies. He laughed, groped himself, and said he'll have special sauce for anyone who gives him any shit. Then he winked at me. Tommy caught it and just chuckled.
See, when we were in high school, Roger broke both his arms when a fell off a balcony. In the weeks that followed, Roger was so horny, but couldn't do a thing about it. His dad was helping him with his bath and bathroom habits, but he was constantly dealing with blue balls and viagra-like erections. His dad said he felt bad for him, and told him to get one of his buddies to help him get a girl to come by and relieve him. He called me and asked me to stop by later that evening. We all walked into each others homes, so I made my way up to his room, surprised that he wasn't downstairs watching TV. He whispered and told me to close the and lock the door. I did. I could sense concern, so I went to his bed and asked what was wrong. He told me he needed my help with something. OK, I said. He told me his blue balls were getting SO bad he couldn't take one more day without getting off. I just stared at him. He said pull down my sheets. I did. WOW! He dropped his legs and there stood this throbbing, glistening, veiny tower of cock, with two plump lemons laying in a leather bag. He said he needs jerked off SO bad, he can't stand it. I was mesmerized. I grabbed hold of it, amazed at how hot, how hard, and how THICK it felt in my hand, He gasped, rolled his head back, and squinted his eyes shut.
In less than 10 strokes, his cum was flying everywhere. It just kept cumming and cumming, so I just kept on pumping it. His body went limp, but his cock was still hard in my hand. I stopped pumping but I didn't let go. I just kept smearing his cum around in circles. When he opened his eyes, he looked at me and busted out laughing. It seems I took a few drops on my face, and one was on my lower lip. I got him cleaned up, and he kept thanking me, saying I was like the ultimate friend. He then explained that he was going to ask me to pick up a girl and bring her back to his place so SHE could do him the favor. I was embarrassed and he knew it. I was too quick to go for his cock, and I was hoping I didn't screw up our friendship. He saw my concern, and said he hoped we could keep this going on a regular basis until his casts come off. It would save me car gas, and save us both time, if I was still willing. Once I found out he wasn't mad, I was relieved. This went on for a few months, sometimes twice a day. I went so far as to suck his cock a bunch of times too. Anyway, one of the times I was draining him, Tommy caught us. Roger didn't know we were busted. He promised silence if I would blow him too...and he never told anyone that I'm aware of.