The story, names, and places are entirely fictional.
All characters featured in the story are above 18. This story is only meant to be read by a mature audience, and in any case, by people over the age of 18.
This story picks up the morning after my first ever gay experience. At my folks' lake house, we wound up drinking down by the lake after a frustrating night chasing girls.
After some rough house wrestling, we made a wild agreement to go jerk off separately. Mark couldn't finish and I boldly offered to help him out and wound up jerking him off.
The story picks up there...
The next day we had breakfast like nothing happened the night before. We hung out at the lake for the day as my mind raced. I would look at Mark and think,
how could I touch his cock and still like girls.
I could not reconcile the two.
I sat in the chair on the dock as he jumped from the dock into the lake over and over again. I would watch him emerge from the water and could not take my eyes off his tight abs and chiseled young chest. Thank god for mirrored sunglasses.
I wondered what the night would bring. Would we do it again? Would it be something more? Did I want that?
The uncertainty had me excited.
My folks came down to the dock towards the end of the afternoon to say they were going out for dinner but would get us a pizza. We would be home alone. Uh oh.
"Sounds great," Mark quickly responded.
We started our walk back to the house. Mark said,
"Think we could sneak a few more beers," as he smiled.
I think I knew what he meant.
"Maybe but I bet I could find my dad's pot stash," I said coyly.
We made it back to the house and hit the showers. It was there that I could not deny that I was excited for the evening.
Soaping myself up while thinking about what was ahead was already getting me hard. However, I wanted to save it for later.
After cleaning up we met up separately in the kitchen where the pizza was already out and my folks had left. I ran to my dad's room and rifled through his closet. Sure enough I found a box full of joints.
There was no way he would miss one.
"Look what I found," I said brandishing the joint.
Mark smiled and said, "I'll grab the pizza and meet you by the fire pit."
The nice thing about the lake house was that it was secluded - no neighbors. We got the fire going and sat down to blaze up.
A few hits later we were feeling good and plowing through some slices.
At this point we were pretty loosened up and I decided to address the elephant in the room.
"So, last night was kinda nuts right? I mean, awesome but nuts," I said nervously.
He looked away shyly and said, "Uh yeah, really appreciated the help man. I...I would have done the same for you."
I thought for a second but then just blurted out,
"Well maybe tonight you can help me."
I shot a look over to him next to me not sure what to expect. But he asked,
"Are you saying you want me to jerk you off?"
"It's only fair," I said.
We kind of looked at each other for a second and I decided to be bold and take action.
"Besides, you're not even hard yet," I said reaching down to grab his crotch.
However, to my surprise he was already rock hard through his mesh shorts.
"Oh!" I said a bit surprised.
"Jokes on you, I'm already there. Are you?" he said.
He reached over to touch the front of my shorts. All the teasing talk had made me hard and a jolt shot through me as he touched me through my shorts.
The thing was both of us did not move our hands. We simply kept kneading our hands into each others' cocks.
"This is going to be really tough through our shorts. Why don't you stand up so I can get them off," I said boldly.
We both shot out of our chairs and faced each other - still never taking our hands off the others' manhood.
"Well," he said waiting for me to make the next move.
