I think I graduated from college at one of the worst times. I couldn't find work anywhere and it seemed neither could any of my friends. We all went back to our home towns, and a few lucky ones were able to move to the city. I made sure to keep in contact with them as even a part time job and a couch was better than living with my parents and at best doing odd jobs for a bit of cash. What's worse, was that without any money I couldn't go anywhere. Which meant knowing only the same people that had never left our town. It was fine enough, but the first few months at home had me crawling up the walls for a girlfriend, or even just a one night stand. It was turning to summer and I had no prospects, no job, and nothing but time on my hands.
Cue trolling craigslist. I had been drinking a little and thought why not? I put out a personal ad. I'm sure my message was pitiful. I don't remember exactly, and I have no interest in signing back in to check what my wording was. I do however remember something along the lines of "I don't care what you look like as long as you have big tits". I can't believe, looking back, that I didn't get 10 messages that very night.
After posting my irresistible message, I decided to look through the ads to see if there were any I could respond to. It was ninety percent men as I scrolled, and the few messages from women were not exactly my cup of tea. One wanted to be dominated, another spoiled, and another was far beyond what I had even considered in terms of kinks. Then I saw something odd. A male for anyone. He was just looking for a jerk buddy. Someone to surf for porn with, jerk off together, and never hangout otherwise. I thought about it for a bit, and though I considered myself straight, I emailed him. I was curious what he got out of it. I didn't intend to ever see him, just... why?
A few days had passed and when I checked my email it came flooding back to me. He had responded. He talked about the thrill of it. That someone else was there and that it was taboo for guys to do together. He also talked about how he learned new ways to play with his cock, and even found new websites and videos to enjoy. As I read through his email, I realized I was actually considering it. I shook my head and signed out of my email. It was a shared computer and I really didn't want anyone to stumble along that gem of a late night decision.
That weekend I went to a party at a friend's place. We normally hung out there, and he occasionally provided drinks as he had a nice paying factory gig. What was different about this night was that his girlfriend had a couple of college friends visiting. Not just college friends, but women. When I got there I had to hold myself back from running up to them. As the night progressed though, I became aware that they both had boyfriends. I had put back a few drinks in order to build confidence and not stumble over myself with my words, but now I was drunk and hornier than ever, with nothing to do about it. Depressed, I left early, hopped on my bike, and rode home.
Despite only being around 10pm, my house was dark. It was quite welcomed as I didn't want to be bothered. I sat down at the computer and did some regular check ins, signed into my messenger and my email. My email... I had three new messages. All responding to my post! I had a sudden rush and clicked into the first. Spam. The second and third proved to be equally disappointing. That left the top of my inbox the reply from the 'jerk buddy'. I clicked into it and read over some of the paragraphs again. I quickly found myself responding with more questions. I was so curious why someone would do this. I hit send and began to bring up some of my favorite sites. Being quiet to make sure I could hear if someone was to wake up. I almost jumped when the computer chimed the familiar ding of a new email. I had the site on mute, but hadn't turned down the volume. He had responded, and in only a minute.
I clicked open the email and though my expectation was a long response to my questions it was only a single line. 'I'll explain more in person. My address is... and knock three times so I know it's you'. My heart raced. Was I actually considering this? I stared at the email and at the address. I knew where it was. It was an apartment complex about a mile away. I had been there plenty of times when I was younger, but the friend I had there moved away and I had never gone back. I was about to close out the email when a light flipped on. The stirring, using the bathroom, and back to bed seemed like ages. I found myself thinking about the fact he lived alone and... I responded. I'll be there in 20.
I loved riding at night. I lived in a suburban area so the streets were lit and the night was still. The streets were empty, No cars or other bikes, no pedestrians to share the sidewalks with. Usually I took my time, enjoying the night air and riding slow, at my own pace. Tonight was different. A mix of cheap beer and my heart pounding caused my legs to move faster. Pushing me towards my destination. Even cutting through some cul de sacs and back yards to shave another minute from the time.
I pulled into the apartment complex and though I had been bathed in light the entire ride, I suddenly cursed it. I no longer wanted to be illuminated as I was here for something dirty. I hugged the buildings and along the sidewalks. Locking my bike up to the rack, and making sure it was secure. This was my lifeline, and my freedom from home. I wasn't about to let it be stolen. As I clicked the lock into place, I saw a red glow from the balcony above me. Someone was there, and my guess was, smoking a cigarette. A moment of panic, but I realized I couldn't see their face, and since I was in an area just as dark, they couldn't see mine. I took a deep breath and walked up the stairs and turned to head to the number I was given. When I looked back, the ember was still there. I knocked in the manner I had been told, and wanted to be let in quickly. To my relief, the door opened, his apartment dark, and an older guy ushered me inside.
I took in his apartment first, looking around at the very minimal furniture, dim lighting, and knew he was a clear bachelor. I turned back to him as he closed the door and locked it. He wasn't a good looking guy, and I suppose this was a part of the reason he preferred jerking off with another guy. He introduced himself as Jason and offered me a place to sit on the couch, and a beer. I agreed to both and he came back shortly after with one in each hand and I took a big drink. He pulled his laptop closer and spread his legs a bit. He then asked me what I liked.
I looked at him a little dumbfounded. I didn't know what he meant, and told him as such. He laughed a little and told me to relax. He pulled up a regular site I knew about and searched for massage porn. He explained this was one of his favorites. As we watched, he rubbed himself through his shorts and the movie played on. The woman giving the massage was very curvy and I found myself engaged in the screen. I sipped at my beer and was locked into the movie until I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Jason had taken his cock from his shorts and was stroking openly.
