Lionel and I were in his bedroom, beneath a faint desk lamplight, looking at nudie magazines he'd swiped out of his dad's closet. We were huddled beneath the light, he on his bed, and myself in his desk chair, trying to keep quiet. His parent's bedroom was just across the hallway, and his mom was infinitely nosy. It was after one in the morning and she insisted we be asleep by then, as if we were awake we were up to no good. It didn't matter that we just graduated high school the previous day, or that we were eighteen; she insisted on treating Lionel and myself like kids. Also, Lionel's older sister was home from college and her bedroom was right next to his. She was just like their mother, real straight-laced and nosy. Even so, I've had a crush on her since I was nine, and seeing her at the dinner table was very distracting for me.
But it wasn't too hard for us to keep quiet, as we were both engrossed in our magazines. A stereo was playing softly, too low for us to hear the music well. I finished flipping through my mag and reached over for another. There were only a few and I'd seen them all, except for the one Lionel had. I turned my head around to see what he was looking at. Lionel wasn't wearing a shirt, a habit for him, which I always found distracting. I guess I was just jealous of his physique, which was more muscular than mine. The only garment he was wearing was a pair of sweat shorts, as it was rather hot in his bedroom. His family didn't have air-conditioning in their house and I could see a fine sheen of moisture on Lionel's torso. He was holding the magazine on his lap and I could see on the upturned pages that it was of a more hardcore variety than the ones I'd been looking at.
"Hey, whatcha got there?" I asked with interest as I leaned over to get a better look. Lionel looked over at me, a wide grin on his face. He wiped his shaggy bangs out of his eyes and shrugged.
"One of dad's better ones." He explained holding up the magazine so I could see it better. It was better. It was more explicit that the others and the pictures Lionel was looking at showed two girls and a guy. The girls were sucking on the guy's rather large cock. At the sight of this I felt my already half-hard penis twitch and get stiffer in my denim shorts.
"Damn." I laughed softly. "Yeah, that is better. You would be bogarting the best one, you bastard."
Lionel chuckled and scooted over on his bed. He motioned for me to sit next to him. "Come on, we'll look at it together." I got up and sat on the edge of the bed, one of my bare feet on the floor. I grimaced because my erection was uncomfortably bunched up in my underwear. "What's wrong?" He asked.
I think I probably blushed a bit. "Aw, nothing. Just a little uncomfortable." I reached down and adjusted myself in what I hoped was a nonchalant manner. It was a more comfortable angle now but the rise in my shorts was now rather apparent. I saw his eyes drift toward my crotch and he grinned knowingly.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." He lifted up the magazine from his lap and I realized why he was keeping it there. There was a sizeable lump extending from his crotch up to the waistband of his shorts. I snickered.
"Better watch out, man. Looks like it's trying to escape." Lionel shook his head and laughed as he turned the page of the magazine. I leaned over to get a better look. For a while we looked at the magazine. I had never seen such an explicit one before and I was totally enraptured. Neither Lionel nor myself had been very successful with girls in high school. It's not that we weren't attractive or anything, we'd been told we were good-looking before, we were just considered geeks and few girls wanted anything to do with us. So neither of us knew much about women and for us these magazines were a peek into a forbidden world. Meanwhile, the whole time we flipped through the rag I felt myself getting hornier and hornier. It was an effort resisting the urge to reach down and touch myself.
Near the end of the magazine there was a full-page picture of a girl swallowing a guy's dick. She had the thick shaft halfway down her throat, her eyes gazing dreamily at us. "Mmmm." Lionel moaned next to me. "I bet that feels good." I nodded my head as if in a stupor.
"It sure does." I said without thinking. I felt rather than saw Lionel staring at me.
"How the hell would you know?" He asked me accusingly. "You been holding out on me or something?"
I felt my face go hot and I began to stammer. "I…no…I haven't it's just…"
"Have you gotten a blowjob? And you didn't tell me!" Lionel seemed to be offended. "Who was it? Was it Rebecca Kleat? You dated her for a few weeks. I can't believe you didn't tell me! Was it good?"
Despite myself I began to laugh at Lionel's outrage. "No, no, no. It's not anything like that." I assured him.
"What do you mean?" He had a perplexed look on his face. I hesitated, it was too embarrassing. "Come on, Justin. You can tell me, man."
"Alright, alright." I held my breath for a minute. "I sometimes…you know…suck myself." I finished quickly. His brown eyes narrowed quizzically then suddenly widened.
"Holy shit!" He almost yelled. "No fucking way!" I wasn't sure if he was revolted or envious and I meekly nodded my head. He cocked his head and grinned. "You do not. You fucking liar." He saw the serious look on my face and his grin faltered. "Really?"
"Yeah." I wished I hadn't told him. He was going to tease me about this forever now.
"Damn." He looked at me believingly now. "Well…how was it?"
A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. "Pretty fucking good, man." I laughed nervously. He straightened up, the magazine falling from his lap, now forgotten.
"Yeah, but, was it like weird in you're mouth and everything?"
I thought for a moment. "Yeah, at first. But it was really no big deal. I mean, it's just a part of my body, right?" This is what I told myself to assuage the guilty feelings it had given me.
