I never considered myself an especially sexual person. As a young man I wanted to try sex – and at the first opportunity I did. But while it was wonderful, and I repeated it as often as I reasonably could, I never had the all-consuming obsession with sex that many of my friends had. After college I did what everyone was doing – got a job, got married, had kids, and generally enjoyed life. After the first year, Julie and I had sex about once a week, and enjoyed it. Life was good.
At the time of this story, that wasn't true for my best friend, Mark. His long-time girlfriend had been gone for several weeks, taking care of a sick relative. Mark, always absorbed with sex, was horny as hell. That's why I wasn't surprised to hear him bitching about being horny when I arrived to pick him up for our regular Saturday morning round of golf.
"Damn, but I'm horny!" he said when I walked in the door. "I could fuck the crack of dawn!!"
"What do you expect me to do about it?" I asked. "Jeez! Quit bitching and let's go play some golf," I continued. "You shoulda got yourself some last night."
"Nah. I don't want another woman" he answered, "Anyway, nowadays that's dangerous. But I'm still horny!"
"Well, do what we did when we were in high school – jack off!" I said. "Hell, we've got a while – I'll go get a cup of coffee, and you put on one of your movies and take care of yourself. I'll be back in half an hour," I offered.
"No. Don't do that," Mark said. "It's a pretty good idea – but stay and watch one with me. It's more fun with someone else watching."
"I don't know – watching you jack off wasn't one of my goals for today," I laughed. But truthfully, the idea did intrigue me somewhat, and I was tempted. For years I had had a tickle of curiosity about other men's cocks, and on the rare occasions when I'd had the chance to watch adult movies, had enjoyed watching men shoot their loads. And although I knew the thought of actually watching Mark jack off should have repelled me, it really didn't. Very confusing, but my reaction was traditional, and I started to head for the door.
"John. I'd really appreciate it if you'd stay," Mark said in a quiet, insistent tone.
I stopped. I looked at him. He returned my look without any apparent reluctance or self-consciousness. I spent a couple of seconds trying to figure out why my friend would want me to stay and watch him jack off – and then I realized what really mattered, namely, my friend DID want me to stay and watch him jack off. Besides, he wasn't asking ME to do anything. And that little tickle of curiosity rose up as well, and I realized that if I stayed, I would have a chance to watch a man shoot his load in person, instead of on a TV screen. My mind was made up.
Apparently seeing the change in my facial expression, Mark commented "watching a fuck-flick with me doesn't make you gay," and with that, he turned and walked into his bedroom. Not knowing what else to do, I sat down in a chair.
Almost immediately Mark came back into the living room and put a tape on, returning to sit in the middle of the couch. The video started quickly, showing a very pretty young girl passionately kissing a slightly older man. They were standing and kissing passionately, with obvious tongue and with a lot of body contact all along the length of their bodies. His hands were moving slowly all over her body, obviously having full license to go anywhere he wanted to send them. He massaged her tits, sometimes softly and lovingly, sometimes more forcefully, and she pulled herself harder against his body, arching her pubic area hard against his crotch, rubbing against him in obvious lust. He dropped both hands below her back and grasped her ass firmly, pulling her pubic mound against himself, causing her to put both of her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, pulling his face harder onto hers, both of their mouths working hard in more passionate kissing. Watching this couple involved in "fuck me" necking gave me an instant erection, and I shifted a little to keep it from being too obvious to Mark. If it was affecting him like it was me, he should be ready to leave in a very short time!
Remembering Mark, and why the movie was on, reminded me of my other interest, and I stole a glance his way. I could tell he saw me look, both from the slight movement of his eyes toward me, and by the smile on his face when he saw me. Embarrassed, I started to look away quickly, but thought better of it. He had asked me to stay. He couldn't be unhappy about me watching, so I let my eyes wander from his face toward his crotch. His pants were still fastened, but I could see the mound of his erection very clearly. I had never been in the same gym class with Mark, so had never seen him naked, and really didn't know what to expect. He looked to be about the same size as me, but with his pants still fastened, that was all I could see. As I watched, he brought his right hand up and began to slowly rub himself through his pants. Looking back at his face, I saw his eyes closed briefly, and the smile still there.
"Jeez, I wish I had someone here who could take care of me," he half-whispered.
Without responding, I turned back to the movie. At this point, the man was sitting on a couch, with his pants already off, shirt and underwear still on. As I got back into watching, the girl slowly and carefully pulled the waist-band of his underwear over his erection, then, still clutching the waist-band, ran her hands to each side until she had them by the sides, and began to pull them off. The man lifted his hips to allow the underwear to slide out from under him, and as he did, the tip of his cock entered the girl's open, waiting mouth.
I heard a gasp, and was surprised to realize it had come from me!!
"Yeah, I like this movie too," Mark commented with a chuckle, "she has a real oral talent!" Then, out of the blue, he said, "You know John, if we were gay, we'd be in heaven right now!"
I was surprised. Mark had never shown any indication of being even curious about gay sex. In fact, I had been very careful never to let him know about my fascination with other men's cocks. Of course, his comment didn't mean he WAS gay, or even bi, but it still seemed out of character for him. I, on the other hand, appreciated the truth of his comment, and even while watching this pretty girl start to give a man a blow-job, I wondered again what it was going to be like to see Marks hot sperm shoot in spurts from his cock.
I looked back at Mark, starting to feel the frustration of wanting both to watch the movie, and to watch Mark. This time Mark didn't see me, as he had his eyes closed and his head tilted back. He had undone the clasp and zipper of his pants, and had his hand inside his underwear, obviously gently rubbing his stiff erection. I watched him for a few seconds, but I couldn't actually see anything, so, I turned back to the movie.
By this time the young girl was deeply in the throws of giving a blow-job. She was on her knees, beside his legs, with her right hand masturbating his erection into her mouth, which rode up and down his cock, lips barely touching her hand, forming a hand/face fuck into her mouth. Once in a while she would lift her mouth slightly off his cock and run her tongue around the pulsating head, then she would put her wet lips back on top of his cock and push her face forward, taking his cock through her lips and back into her mouth. I had only been with one woman who gave blow-jobs like that, and know it is incredible. She had only done that when she was ready for me to cum in her mouth, and soon! I didn't see how this man could resist doing just that. Just watching it was making my cock strain against my own pants, and figuring if Mark could do it, so could I, I unzipped my fly and let my straining cock slide out into the air for a second, before my right hand grabbed it and started caressing it just below the head.
I heard Mark chuckle and knew he'd seen me, but when I turned to look at him, he had already closed his eyes again, and now, head thrown back, he was jerking himself off, taking long, steady strokes on his cock with his right hand, while his left hand was reaching around and fondling his balls. For a few seconds, I watched him, fascinated to be watching a man masturbate himself, and again, wondering if I'd get a good look when he came – and even wishing I'd sat on the couch, where I'd have a better view when he did.
I turned back to the movie, and was disappointed to see that the young girl was standing up – I had been sure she was going to blow him and take his load in her mouth. Instead, she moved toward him, placed her left knee on the couch beside his right leg, then pulled herself over and straddled him. Kissing him softly on the mouth, she positioned her clearly dripping pussy lips on the tip of his rock-hard cock, moved around for a few seconds, heavily lubricating the head of his cock with her pussy juices, then slowly but steadily pulled herself down on him, inserting his cock all the way into her pussy in one steady push. Still kissing him passionately, she stayed on him with his cock fully buried inside her for a few seconds, then slowly raised herself off of his cock, until just the head was still in her, then she thrust herself back down, taking his cock in again. Then she started to steadily fuck herself with his cock, taking him all the way in and then all the way out – all the while, still kissing his mouth and face.
As good as that looked, I had seen it before, so I turned my head again to watch Mark work. This time, his eyes were open – and he was looking straight at me.
"You know," he said slowly, "I wonder if jerking each other off would make us queer."
I knew exactly what I should do. It was clear he was serious, and with my long-time fascination with seeing a man cum, I knew if we talked about it, I was going to take a huge step – one from which there could never be an escape. I knew I should ignore what he was saying, and go back to watching the movie. Even smarter, I should put my own cock back in my pants and get up and leave. I knew exactly what I needed to do.
"I guess not," I said, looking him in the eyes.
My answer startled him. For a second he just sat there – looking at me and still stroking his own cock. After a few awkward seconds, he weakly said "I can come over there....."
"No," I said, "I'll come over there," and I got up, my cock still sticking out of my pants, and walked over to the couch. Mark's eyes followed me all the way, and his hand was still stroking his cock, though he had slowed down quite a bit.
