One night, more than a few years ago, after the pub a mate came back to mine for a nightcap which wasn't ususual, we had done it plenty of times.
I must have been feeling horny and suggested that we watch a porn tape I had, genuinley with no thoughts that anything may happen, I had never even thought about guys in a sexual way.
He agreed and we started watching the film, can't remember the details but it was fairly run of the mill late 80's american, lots of big tits and hard cocks.
We both went quiet, concentrating on the video I was seriously hard in my jeans and glanced over at him to see that I was not the only one.
Alcohol had clearly lowered my inhibitions and I started to stroke my cock through my jeans and told him it was Ok for him to do the same if he needed to as he was clearly hard as well.
After a couple of mins we were both feeling ourselves over our jeans, occasionally glancing at each others crotches. I was getting more and more worked up and just decided to unbutton my jeans, pushing my hand down the front. I must have let out a moan as he looked across and could see what I was doing.
He must have been getting as frustrated as I was, as within a few seconds he had followed suit and unbuttoned, slipping his hand down the front of his jeans.
My attention was drawn away from the video to watching him, his eyes were still on the screen as he watched the film, still stroking himself.
Nothing was being said, but we were both breathing more heavily. It was getting a bit much for me, I simply raised myself off the sofa and slipped my jeans and boxers down my cock sprang free and I was now openly wanking in front of my mate, still no words were spoken.
I was now alternating my attention between the screen and him to see what happened. He had clearly noticed what I was doing, said nothing bit had opened his jeans fully and his cock was sticking out through the gap in his boxers.
I was fascinated seeing him wank and within a few minuites it all became too much and I came with some force into my hand, cum dripping out over my fist. I grabbed a tissue and gave him one, he took it and continued watching the film. Even post cumming I was fascinated watching him wank his cock, it didn't last for long though as soon he was cumming into the tissue.
For the first time we looked directly at each other, not quite sure what to say. I broke the ice, "That was was fun, but the wierd thing was I really wanted to touch you"
Initially, silence in response then simply "I'm glad you didn't" he buttoned up and left, taking his tissue with him. A few weeks of silence followed, but we started going out drinking again eventually, that night never being mentioned. Although I never regretted it.
Desite another different experince involving a mate (that's another story) it would be a good 20 years before I finally got my hands on a hard cock, never looked back! |
