So after Jeff and I had gotten together for the second time, given each other handjobs and made each other cum, we both knew that we wanted this to continue, and looked for opportunities to get together. But we also knew that we had to do it without giving any other members of our group of friends reason to suspect anything. There were about 12-13 of us that always hung around, played games together all day long, and after dinner, most would gather again to play whatever game someone wanted, like kick-the-can or hide-and-seek or something like that, and we'd all play as a group until it was time to go in.
We were almost all in high school (a couple of them were younger siblings in jr high, but they were cool...), but most of us hadn't started to drive yet, so the group stayed tight, and we knew each other pretty well. Also, keep in mind that this was many years ago, long before it was socially accepted to be gay... to the contrary, almost anyone that admitted to being gay, or bi-, was probably ridiculed at the least, and bullied or beaten at the worst.
Jeff and I had conversations about this. Remember, this started out by him asking me if I wanted to 'pretend to be gay for five minutes.' So we talked about what we thought it meant to be gay. Turns out we both felt the same way. We both felt that being gay was same-sex romantic attraction. That it meant you'd want a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend. And that simply wasn't true of either of us. We both lusted after girls, and talked about it. In fact, we agreed, even though it was obvious that both of us enjoyed getting our rocks off with each other, neither of us had looked at any other guy and thought anything sexual about them. To the contrary, I was actually turned off by the though of being with another guy. It was almost as if because we had this one thing in our history together, that it was ok, even cool. But neither of us wanted it with anyone else. Jeff was a friend, a cool kid, and even though recent events between us were, well, way out of the ordinary to say the least, I didn't feel any attraction to him. There was no romance, no special feelings, nothing personal, as it were, that changed between Jeff and I. He felt the same way.
I just really liked it when I could see or touch his dick. I also really liked it that I could make him cum. And I really, really liked it when he made me cum. So we reasoned, no, we weren't gay. It wasn't feelings, it was simply raw sex. Seeing his stiff cock would make me instantly and extraordinarily horny. And it was the same for him... He laughed when he said that when he saw my dick pointing up, his heart rate went up. It was just raw lust. We agreed on something else... we both wanted it to happen again.
But as things would happen, after our second get-together, our schedules just didn't seem to align for the longest time. More accurately, not just our schedules, but our family's schedules. Seems like every night, at least one person (I had a sister, he had two sisters and a brother) in each of our houses was home, so that pretty much ruled out getting together. Sure, there were maybe some other places that were a possibility, but they were all risky, and we sure didn't want to get caught.
It wasn't all that bad, as we had lots of friends, it was summer, and there was always activity in the neighborhood to participate in. All of the dads worked, and a few of the moms. Kids would play in each other's houses, we'd go a couple blocks to the gradeschool to climb on the playground equipment, walk up to the corner store for gum or snacks, maybe ride our bikes to the local park district pool for a swim. Many times we wouldn't even have to go to the park district. Two of the families, Jeff's being one, had built-in swimming pools. And both of the 'pool families' had special flags that they'd hang out. When the flags were out, it meant that everyone in the neighborhood was invited over to swim. So it wasn't that we lacked having fun, it was just that Jeff and I lacked having naked fun with each other.
So we kept a lid on it, made like normal, and looked for chances to get together without a chance that anyone else would find out.
And the hours turned into days, and the days into weeks...
It was about three weeks later, and I remember it was a Saturday. I remember it for a bunch of reasons. First, you knew it was a Saturday because the dads were out cutting the grass, doing work around the house, and so on. Also, almost every Saturday the swim flags were out, because the dads were home, not just the moms, and there would be lots of neighbor kids at both pools having fun. As you could imagine, all of us were pretty keen keeping an eye out for the appearance of the swim flags, as long as the weather was good...
It was just after lunch and the phone rang. It was for me, mom said. I picked up, and it was Jeff. He wanted to know if I wanted to come over and go for a swim. Jeff lived across the street just a couple houses down, so I peered out of the front window as I answered, expecting to see the swim flag. It wasn't there. Huh. Dunno. I figured they were probably gonna put it out there in just a minute or two. I told him I'd be right over. I changed into my trunks, grabbed a towel, told mom where I was heading, and went over.
Normally on a Saturday, if it was going to be a swim day, the garage door would be open, and the flag would be hanging from the gutter in front. But as I approached the house, the door was closed, and there was no flag. Still, it didn't occur to me...
Custom was that when you went over for a swim, you just went around the house, let yourself in the gate, and headed in back. So that's what I did. I half expected to be greeted by a crowd of friends. Hearing no one, I thought that maybe I had gotten over before even Jeff was out of the house, so I'd just wait.
But when I turned the corner, there was Jeff, lazily floating in the deep end of the pool. We said hey to each other, I shucked my t-shirt and my flip-flops, and jumped in. When I came up to the surface, I looked over at Jeff, and asked who else was coming over. He smiled a huge grin at me, lifted his trucks from beneath the water, and held them up out of the water as he responded,"No one." Instantly my dick started to rise.
"Really?"
"Yup, really. Just us. What are you still doing in your swimsuit?"
I was already semi-hard by this time, and had a little difficulty getting my suit off under the water as it would catch on my dick... I managed to strip, smiled as I held up my shorts to show Jeff, and tossed them on the deck. He went on to explain that his parents were gone to a wedding in a neighboring city, and weren't expected home until the wee hours of the morning. Sisters and brother? Older sister and brother were both working, and wouldn't be home until dinner. Younger sister was at the other pool family's house swimming with a bunch of other friends. He'd made an excuse not to go, so he could invite me over... so skinny-dipping it was, and free for the entire afternoon...
Jeff lazily floated onto his back, allowing his rigid dick to break the surface and point straight to the sky. He was obviously showing off, but I didn't care a bit... Quite the contrary, I was enjoying the show immensely, as evidenced by my now rock-hard dick...
I mimicked him, back floating, allowing my dick to point to the sky... and noticed that as I watched him, he was watching me, or more accurately, watching my stiff tool...
We floated, we swam, we talked, and to an outsider it would probably look like a normal couple of friends swimming together and goofing around, until you noticed that we were both nude, and both very obviously aroused and fully erect...
But upon closer inspection you'd notice that as we swam, as we talked, whatever, we both made every effort to show our raging boners to each other, and to study the other guys dick. If I was swimming, Jeff would grab a mask and watch me swim by. If we were sitting on the stairs talking, I wasn't making eye contact, I was staring at his boner... It was pretty clear that we were both enjoying showing off, and both enjoying the show... keeping each other at the height of horniness, and having fun letting the tension build...
We had been in the pool for a while when Jeff said that he had read something about the way the human body was built, and if you height was different, it didn't matter, your hands would hang at the same height as other people... Had I heard of that? No, never heard of that. He said let's see if it's true.
He went to the shallow end, and stood straight up. He was about two inches taller than me. His dick was pointing out, slightly up, about 6 inches above the level of the water. I stood next to him, and we both looked down. Nope, our hands hung at different levels, we agreed. Of course, it took a lot more time than necessary to make this determination, seeing as both of us were more interested at looking at each other's rigid dicks than comparing our hand height...
"Hmmm. I guess not." He said. "Let's see how far off they are..." and with that he took his hand as it hung and put it on my leg to mark the height. He lowered himself into the water, turning, and looking where his hand was next to mine... but then he simply floated around directly in front of me, and stared at my cock. He was maybe four or five inches away, and he just stared, studying my dick... it was amazing, and as horny as I was, this was taking me to another level... he floated gently from side to side, and he never blinked, never looked away... he just stared at and studied my dick, now just inches from his face...
I drank it all in. It was intoxicating, and I wanted more. "Wow, yeah." I said. "So how much different were they?" I asked. He took the cue, and stood again, hanging his hands straight down. I did as he had done, and put the tip of my inger on his leg to mark the level... I turned as I sank in the water, moving around to his front as I allowed myself to get close to his dick, now straight in front of me and pointing directly at my face...
"Yeah... you're right." I said. I continued to stare. Once again, I marveled at the size of his dickhead as compared to mine. He stood, watching me gawk at him...
It never occurred to either of us, I'm sure, that any one of the neighbors could have been watching us from their houses. As I recollect, there were 5 houses that had a direct view of Jeff's backyard from their 2nd level, and we were floating around staring at each other's cocks. Not much to imagine there, really. It was pretty obvious what was going on. But we were so drunk on hormones that we didn't care, nor did we do anything to hide.
We continued swimming, floating, and generally showing off our stiff dicks to each other for a little while longer, each trying to get the other guy more and more aroused, working ourselves up into a horny frenzy...
Finally Jeff said that he wanted me to come inside, he had something to show me. But for some reason then it dawned on him that someone might see us, and it was probably best if we put on our shorts to make the walk into the house... It was only about twenty feet or so, but I obliged.
We got our suits on, grabbed our towels and stuff and headed in...
He said he wanted to show me something, and that it was in his bedroom. When we got there, he told me what he had was some good magazines, and he thought I might like to have a look. But to keep the bed from getting soaked, we should probably take our shorts off. I didn't need convincing, and we both shed our shorts immediately. He went to grab the magazines from his hiding place on the top shelf in the closet... I still remember that sight, him reaching up straining to reach the shelf, his rigid dick jutting straight out as he tried...
He pulled down two magazines. One was a Penthouse, and I couldn't tell what the other one was, as the cover had been ripped off. Just a page with a topless girl, some sort of advertisement. I grabbed the Penthouse and started to flip through...
Remember, this was before the internet and instant porn whenever you wanted. This was back in the day where if you wanted naked women, well, good luck if you were a high school kid. Unless someone stumbled on to their dad's stash of magazines, there weren't a whole lot of places to get any nudie mags. And if you weren't 21, you probably couldn't just go in and buy one. So porn mags were a valuable commodity...
As I flipped, Jeff grabbed the other one. But it became pretty clear pretty quickly that as we were flipping through the mags, we were both more intent on checking each other out, and staring at each other's cocks... we positioned both our bodies and the magazines to give clear view to the other guy, knowing what was going on.
After a few minutes, he asked if I thought the Penthouse was good. Sure, I said. But even naked women, page after page, couldn't get me hornier than I already was, looking at Jeff's erect cock. He invited me to switch mags, he said he thought I might like the one he had a little better...
I opened it, flipped a couple pages, and bam! There it was... This was no skin mag like I had ever seen before...
"Holy shit!" I said. "Are you kidding me?!?" The image wasn't like anything I'd seen before. Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, they always had these picture spreads that made it look like two people were having sex. Mostly two girls, with maybe a guy thrown in every once in a while. But when you looked at the pictures, it was obvious that they weren't really having sex. I mean they were close to it, inches even, but the actual sex part never happened. But this mag that he'd given me... Wow! I looked... and there was no question whatsoever. It was a closeup of a couple having sex, and this guys (big!) dick was clearly buried most of the way in this chick's cunt... Man oh man! I had never seen anything like it. I flipped and flipped, page after page... it was amazing to me. He was huge, had to be 8 inches long, here she was sucking him... then screwing, all different positions... it was intoxicating.
As horny as I had been, this was taking it to another level entirely...
Jeff explained that he found it in the alley behind his house a while ago, and hid it. He finally got the nerve up to ask his older brother about it, and his brother told him that the magazines that we were used to were called soft-core porn, because it wasn't real. But his one was called hardcore, because it showed the real thing. His brother agreed not to tell anyone in exchange for knowing the hiding place, so that he could look at it too...
Jeff asked me what I thought of the second magazine... I told him I had never seen anything like it, and yeah, it made me hornier than I had ever been... He said that he could tell, reached out and grabbed my dick, and gave it a playful tug... He said he felt the same, and as he responded, he laid back down on his bed, reaching both hands over his head and holding onto his headboard with both hands, stretching out... and his dick pointed straight up, looking fantastic... I didn't ask, he didn't say, I just decided it was time...
I chucked the magazine aside, swung around, and grabbed his throbbing cock. I started to stroke him, and he let out a slow moan. I told him I needed to repay him for letting me see his hardcore magazine. I started to stroke him faster and harder...
He simply laid there, totally stretched out, hands over head, legs spread, and closed his eyes... he enjoyed the feeling as I tried to coax the cum from his balls... I changed position, I changed hands, rhythm, I moved to the other side of the bed, trying to give him all sorts of sensations to enjoy. But I realized that even though I was just giving it to him and he wasn't touching me, I was still getting hornier and hornier, far more than I thought was even possible...
It wasn't very long until Jeff told me that he didn't want to come yet, but he was getting close. He sat up, and indicated I should lay down, taking his place. I did, and he reached out, taking my throbbing dick in his hand, starting to stroke... he did as I had done, changing rhythm, position, trying to make the most of the sensations... it wasn't long at all before I felt that familiar twinge from deep within my balls... and told him to stop... like him, I wanted to last longer...
He let go, and as I sat up, he had a look on his face that told me he was thinking something...
When he responded, there was a part of me that was shocked, and there was part that knew what was coming... He reviewed what we had already agreed upon. No, we weren't gay. No, not attracted to men. No, things haven't changed between us other than this 'new' kind of fun we had with each other, and yeah, this actually made things cooler, because we had a secret, a cool one. Yes, we both understood the necessity of complete and total confidentiality. On that point, we agreed that it was kinda like mutually assured destruction. If one guy got outed, the other would go down with him, since it took two to tango...
"OK, since we totally trust each other, then what about this... you wanna try sucking it?"
There was a very small part inside of me that wanted to say no way, but there was a HUGE part inside of me that wanted to scream HELL YEAH!... so, as any teenager would, I tried to play it cool...
"Well, I dunno. Maybe. I mean, yeah, I sorta want to see what it would be like... what about you?"
He laughed. "Yeah, I want to. I mean, I suggested it, you know? Let's do it."
The part of me inside that had been screaming yes came out... I mean, I had to be honest with myself. I thought Jeff had a fantastic looking dick. I liked looking at it, and touching it. Yeah, I might not have thought about it before today, but seeing the hardcore mag with the blowjobs in it, and seeing Jeff's fantastic dick, I had thought about what it might be like... I told him to lay back, and I'd go first, but I wasn't going to suck it "all the way"... I told him (honestly) that I really wanted to be able to watch him as he spurted his load, and he agreed. Yeah, maybe this first time, we'd just suck on each other a little, and then finish with our hands. It was agreed upon, although I had him make multiple assurances that he would give me fair warning if he was close, and that he would *not* come in my mouth... He agreed, and laid back.
I knelt between his legs, and lowered my mouth onto his throbbing cock, allowing my tongue to play over the surface, and explore his magnificent head with my tongue and lips. I licked all over his shaft, still lowering my mouth further onto him, sexing him up and down with my mouth, until I felt the head of his dick pushing on the back of my mouth at the top of my throat... I sucked gently, letting my tongue continually play over the surface of his dick... he moaned loudly, and I looked up...
He was looking down, enjoying the sight of his dick buried in my mouth, watching me stroke him with my lips and tongue, starting to bob up and down, doing my best to push him toward the edge...
I grabbed his balls with one of my hands, and continued to suck, bobbing up and down, screwing him with my mouth, locked together in lust in a frenzy of hormones... he moaned again, and I knew that my efforts were getting him close to cumming...
I put my other hand at the base of his dick, thumb and finger circling his dick, pushing gently against his abdomen, and started to piston-mouth him up and down his rock-hard shaft...
It didn't take more than six or eight seconds of this and he let out a long moan, and grabbed my head, pulling me off as he looked down... I started pumping my hand on his slick shaft, pushing him over the edge and into ecstasy, as I felt his balls in my hand contract time after time, pumping the cum they held... my other hand slid rapidly up and down, coaxing his jizz from him... I actually heard the first spurt as it erupted from his dick... it shot straight up toward his head, landing in a line from his chin to his navel... a second, third, fourth, he continued to erupt, rope after rope of hot sperm flying up and landing on his chest, his stomach, pooling on him... finally subsiding after nine or ten shots, the last ones dribbling out of his cock and down across my fingers... I continued to milk his dick, wanting to get every last drop of jizz that he had in him...
He finally looked at me and simply said "wow. That was unbelievable. Your turn, but first I want to clean up, I don't wanna get cum all over my bedsheets." He grabbed his still wet swimsuit, and wiped off his chest and stomach as I lay back on his bed.
"OK. My turn to do you..." and with that, he lowered his mouth onto my turgid cock, taking me in as I had done, allowing his tongue to play over the surface, exploring, and seeing what actions elicited the greatest response.
All I knew was that I had never experienced anything like that, and that I wasn't going to last very long at all...
He did as I had done, playing with my cock head at first, but then took me deeper and deeper into his mouth, until he couldn't get any more in. I felt the top of his throat as he pushed himself onto me as far as I could. Knowing the feeling he was having pushed me ever closer to losing it...
He played with my balls in one hand as he held the base of my shaft with the other. One thing I noticed as he continued to suck on me was that I could hear him just slurping up and down my shaft. He was using much more spit than I had, and that it lubricated me up fantastically... the sounds were unbelievable as he slurped up and down, up and down...
All of this was having its effect on me, and I felt the initial twinges from deep within my boiling balls... As he had done, I pulled up on his head, and he continued to pump my dick hard with his hand, my spit-slicked dick starting to spasm as my aching balls contracted, shooting their load...
As had happened with him, I actually heard the first few spurts as they shot from my spasming dick... the first shot went up and over my right shoudler, landing well up onto his pillow, leaving a hot line from there down to my waist, as jet after jet shot from my shaft, Jeff pumping my dick for all he was worth, being a good friend, coaxing every bit of semen from my now subsiding orgasm...
Finally he slowed, and let go of me. I laid there for a minute, processing all that had happened. I got up, and as Jeff had done, used my wet swimsuit to clean myself. He proposed that we should have another swim together some time soon, if that was good with me. It was, I assured.
When we looked at the clock, we were both a little surprised at how long we'd taken together. We also agreed that it was VERY lucky that his younger sister hadn't come home while we were together. We laughed at how we imagined that it might play out if she walked in and one of us was blowing the other. We were lucky, and agreed to be a little more careful next time.
We both knew that getting caught naked would be one thing, but caught sucking someone's dick was something else entirely... and we also knew...
That we were on a path that was going further down this road, wherever this road was going. But we didn't care. Heck, we both wanted it, and we'd continue to see where it took us...
