Desperate Times...

Dear reader,

This little tale is just a figment of my own imagination and I apologise for any generalisations I made. I realise not all guys talk and/or behave like cavemen when it comes to their sexual encounters.

I am not a man, nor do I know what it is like to own a penis, I do however admit I'm partial to a little man-on-man action. Hopefully you'll enjoy my work. Thank you for taking the time to read it!

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Boredom can do strange things to a guy like me. The same goes for curiosity. But even though both boredom and curiosity were part of it all, I still blame the compulsory quarantine due to the recent virus outbreak most...

Nathan and I had been housemates for a few years. When his then girlfriend broke up with him, she moved out. To be able to pay the rent he was forced to look for a housemate and placed an ad in the local newspaper. Perhaps it was a lucky twist of fate that I was looking for a place to live at that exact time. Having to move across the country was the only compromise I had to make to take on my dream job. Living in my parent's basement in my early twenties was not good for my image anyway and even though I missed seeing my old folks every now and then, it felt good to finally have my own place.

We got along fine from the beginning, shared a meal every now and then and enjoyed long gaming sessions on a regular basis. Like most guys we discussed dirty details of our latest conquests in the morning to make up for noises during the night prior. Since the quarantine there had been no girls around, no Tinder-matches and definitely no one night stands to blow off steam with. I wouldn't call myself a womanizer but I know my mother would frown upon the number of ladies that have been in my bed. Still I enjoyed comparing notes with Nathan and boasting about the kinky redhead that seemed to have an insatiable appetite for me.

Unfortunately, in the past two weeks the only notes we were comparing were the ones on movies and series we'd seen and the actresses that were in them. After a day of working from home, watching some dull tv was a welcome distraction no matter how boring. It was a relaxing Friday evening, the two of us sharing a beer while watching a movie.

I got up from the couch as I swallowed the last sip from the bottle and walked over to the fridge.

"Another one?" I asked, while pulling a fresh beer from the six pack.

"Sure, no plans for tomorrow anyway," Nathan replied as he stretched a bit and cracked his knuckles.

Walking back over to the couch, I handed him another bottle. I twisted the cap of mine and sat down next to Nathan again. He reached for the remote and pushed the play button to let the movie play again.

"Isn't that the brunette from that police series from last week? What's her name again...Paige something?"

"Paige Jenkins," Nathan replied while nodding his head with a grin.

I noticed the smirk on his face and knew exactly what that meant.

"Let me guess...more like Paige Jerking?" I asked while motioning my hand up and down my beer bottle in a lewd gesture.

Nathan raised his beer as if he was toasting to the statement and took another sip before replying, "Can you blame me really? Sitting indoors all day is getting me desperate for a fine piece of ass."

I couldn't disagree with that. The lack of some flirtatious interaction with a random girl in a bar was causing my mind to wander a lot. At night, while lying in bed alone wasn't the worst but I'd wake up with morning wood so hard it hurt. Even though I recognised Nathan's struggle I realised that the quarantine was needed and important to sit out.

"To be fair I'd rather have a cold shower every day, than get hospitalised with a tube down my throat because I needed to get my dick wet."

"Fair enough, though I think you're just saying that because you prefer the blonde doctor..."

This time it was my turn to raise my drink as I thought of the actress in question, "Absolutely! Stella has stellar tits."

"I've always been more of an ass man, myself."

"Of course... You ARE an ass, man."

"Oh, piss off!" Nathan replied while laughing.

We continued watching the movie, sitting in silence as the music and the scene on the screen changed. The soft saxophone music and dim light setting clearly indicated that the two detectives were going to get it on after working on their case together. Surely enough the next shot was of a pile of clothing on the floor, followed by a slow pan up towards a bed with two moaning individuals.

"Great," I thought to myself. With a body filled with raging hormones and a mind that had started wandering towards Stella's stellar boobs, I felt something stirring in my pants. As the moaning got louder and the grinding bodies came into view, I tried my best to think of dead puppies to prevent my erection from growing harder.

I kept my eyes glued to the tv, but wasn't focussing on the scene on the screen. My hand was tightly wrapped around the beer bottle, as I took slow deep breaths. I heard Nathan clear his throat while I swallowed hard, hoping he wouldn't notice my situation. As the sex scene continued and got more passionate with every second, I wondered whether or not I was the only one affected by what I saw.

I dared to sneak a quick glance over at Nathan. To my surprise I saw that he too had a clearly visible hardon. What caught me off guard even more was his hand slowly stroking up and down the length. Even though he was wearing dark jeans, the thick, sturdy fabric couldn't hide the fact that his fingertips were stroking up and down the outline of a hard and quite sizable penis. Suddenly I became aware of my body reacting to the sight. A throbbing sensation started growing stronger and I felt a nervous feeling creeping up on me. I tried to think of ways to literally deflate the situation, but only got more anxious about what was happening. To make matters worse my hand slipped off the beer bottle and it tumbled towards the rug on the floor in front of me. Luckily it was empty and it didn't even break after bouncing off the coffee table.

"Fuck!" I gasped and I quickly rose to my feet. Desperately hoping Nathan wouldn't make any comments on the tent that was forming in my pants, I picked up the bottle and put it on the table. As I turned around to sit down again, I locked eyes with Nathan. His hand was still resting on his thigh but he had stopped stroking himself. He wasn't making any attempts to hide his arousal and when his eyes dropped down my body for a split second, a small grin formed on his face.

"I'm glad to see I'm not the only one...affected," he said in a somewhat mocking way.

I felt my cheeks blushing and stuttered a bit while sitting down again, "I eh...it's just a normal reaction, nothing funny..." Quickly pulling one of the throw pillows on my lap I tried to hide my boner. Nathan didn't seem to mind the situation much and leaned back on the couch while spreading his legs a bit to make himself more comfortable.

"Well I don't know about you, but I'm thinking about rubbing one out right now," Nathan confessed as he lazily dragged a fingertip over the bulge in his pants.

I swallowed hard, not sure what to think of his words, "I eh... I'll go to bed then."

"You don't have to leave for my sake."

A strange feeling was creeping up on me. Was it discomfort or embarrassment? I wasn't sure but for some reason I didn't get up to leave the room.

"That's a bit weird, Nate..."

"What? I've heard you pounding girls before and I'm sure you know what I sound like as well," Nathan replied with a confident smile.

"Yeah... But I'm not...you know..."

"Gay?"

"Yes, gay."

"Neither am I," he said while continuing to tease his erection. "I don't see what's gay about two guys jerking off in the same room anyway."

I let his words sink in for a moment, slowly nodding my head. Of course, he was right, it would just be two guys blowing off steam, nothing strange about that. Thinking of the conversations we had before and the dirty details we had shared about our bedpartners, I could convince myself that this wasn't that different. The throbbing member between my legs also seemed to agree on the plan of action and I found myself copying Nathan's pose and leaned back on the couch.

I took a deep breath, trying to relax and focus on tits and pussies, but for some reason I found myself checking Nathan's actions every now and then. His hand was squeezing and stroking his cock through his jeans for a while before he undid the zipper and pushed his hand down his boxers. A relieved sigh escaped his lips as he touched himself again. I couldn't speak, didn't know what to do or say and just sat there quietly deciding on what to do next. With the tip of my fingers I slowly teased myself over my pants. Scratching my nails over my full balls made them tingle and tense even though they were still safely tucked away in my underwear.

Though the movie kept playing we were both quiet and not really paying attention to it. The first sound I made was a soft grunt that escaped my lips as Nathan pulled out his rock-hard dick. I was impressed to say the least. The man always had enough ladies around him to not make me doubt his skills, but seeing his veiny cock I realised even more why the girls loved him. His hardon was at least eight inches and even though it wasn't as thick as mine, the size made me a little jealous.

I couldn't help feeling the need to touch my own cock as I saw his and decided to follow suit by undoing my pants a bit. Nathan looked over at me for a moment, jerking himself while he watched my hand disappear down my boxers. It was weird to make eye contact with him while I touched my own hardness, but at the same time I felt like the tension only made me harder. Nathan seemed to think the same as he kept watching me while stroking his cock. To make matters worse I felt a small spot of precum stain my boxers. How could I be this aroused by the situation?!

Nathen shifted towards me a bit, his knee brushing up against mine. I didn't mind and let him as I tried to focus on the feeling of my fingers wrapped around the base of my cock. Squeezing my balls, I noticed how tight my pants felt, making it difficult to move my hand around. As if he could read my mind Nathan look up at me and suggested, "Why don't you take it out as well?"

Feeling a bit bashful, scared of his judgement or perhaps shy about showing Nathan my engorged penis, I hesitated for a moment. He sensed my doubt and suddenly placed his free hand on my leg.

"Go on, I won't tell anyone..."

Still a bit apprehensive I lowered my boxers a bit, revealing the tip of my cock that was now oozing precum. Nathan stared at my crotch, casually nodding his head as he looked up to my face and back down again.

"A bit more perhaps?" he asked again. "It makes it easier if you take it out completely."

Knowing he was right I did as he suggested, pulling my cock from my underwear and holding the base tightly.

"Much better, isn't it" Nathan asked while stroking his cock faster. It seemed that the sight of my dick turned him on even more. That notion fuelled my arousal in return and I also slowly started moving my hand up and down my shaft. It felt good, really good to finally work towards relief of the incredible pressure of my full balls. I sensed I was already close and shut my eyes to concentrate on the sensation of my hand jerking up and down.

Out of nowhere I felt another hand gently squeezing my balls. I didn't have to open my eyes to see who's hand I was feeling. In fact, I didn't even dare to open my eyes. Nathan's hand felt warm and strong. The way he cupped and squeezed my full testicles felt amazing. Since I wasn't protesting to the unexpected grope Nathan seemed to get more daring and put his hand on mine. We moved our hands up and down slowly, jerking my cock together. I was biting my lip, not wanting to moan out loud at the feeling of another hand on my sensitive man meat. When he moved my hand away and replaced it with his own, I was unable to control myself any longer and let out a deep groan. His thumb started rubbing circles on the tip, spreading precum all over the head of my cock. I could hear and feel Nathan was jerking his own cock fast as well. His breathing sounded shallow like he was close to cumming and the way he was playing with my erection I knew I wasn't going to last much longer either.

I swallowed hard, struggling to fight against the climax that seemed inevitable. I became aware of the fact that Nathan wasn't going to stop until I came and with that idea in my head, I opened my eyes. I saw his flustered cheeks as he jerked our two cocks simultaneously, both of them glistening with precum. When Nathan noticed I had opened my eyes he stared intently at me and started moaning to get me worked up. I was leaning into the couch, letting him jerk my cock as roughly as he wanted. I even played with the idea of reaching out and touch him as well, but chickened out when I felt my balls tightening up.

"I'm gonna... blow..." I gasped out of breath, knowing I was seconds away from orgasm.

"Go on, cum!" Nathan replied, his words sounding like a wanton demand.

I gasped for air, let out a loud moan and started cumming hard. At the exact same time Nathan's orgasm hit as well. His grip on my dick became even tighter as we climaxed together. Spurt after spurt of sticky white cum was shooting from my dick as Nathan kept stroking me. Pumping his hand up and down my shaft to drain my balls from every last drop. As the last bit of cum dripped down from the tip, Nathan let go of my cock and fell back on the couch. He let out a deep breath of relief and moaned quietly as he came down from his high.

After a few moments of silence, Nathan got up in search for a box of tissues to clean himself up, leaving me on the couch. I sat there alone, slightly out of breath trying to get my head around what just had happened. It was the first time I let a guy jerk me off. Of course, it was an encounter between two consenting adults. But just thinking back about it makes me feel somewhat uncomfortable. It was interesting to say the least and certainly nothing to be ashamed of. At the same time, I'm not planning on sharing the story with others. Do I regret it? No, I do not. Do I want it to happen again? Perhaps...?