I had been living with my best friend Tom for two or three years. We always swapped our stories about our sexual adventures with girls we met. We both knew that when we weren't 'shagging' a girl we would spend a lot of time wanking over girlie magazines - we both thought that 'Perfect 10' was the best one.
We often looked through 'Perfect 10' mags together and discussed what turned us on. We would usually go through an entire magazine and decide which model was the sexiest. I always preferred the girls with the best breasts, Tom was a big fan of shaved pussies.
I always felt frustrated when we had these evenings together, and I think Tom felt the same. We always discussed masturbation: our favourite positions, when we learnt to do it, how often we did it. Usually we would both end up with our hands in our pants, rubbing our cocks, but there was an unspoken agreement that we didn't acknowledge the fact. Many times we would go to bed saying something like 'have a good wank' before we went to bed in our own bedrooms, and I would listen to him turning the pages of a girlie mag as he wanked over the pictures. I would be doing the same at the same time.
I was desperate for us to share a masturbation experience. We had shared so much without actually physically sharing anything.
One night when we were a little bit pissed, and looking at girlie mags together, I said, 'You've wanked with another boy haven't you?' He'd already told me about an experience when he was thirteen with another boy.
'Yes,' he replied. 'I'd love to have that experience,' I said, fearful that he'd freak out at my words.
'I've actually been wanking for the last 30 minutes,' he said, and it was true, he had had his hand in his pants for a while.
'Let's have a proper wank together,' I suggested, totally keyed up because that was really what I had wanted for weeks.
'I thought we'd been doing that anyway,' he said. 'Let's do it properly,' I said.I promptly took my trousers and pants off and started wanking over a girlie magazine. Tom went to get something to lie on and started doing the same.
We compared techniques - it was very different because he is circumcised and I am not. We were both fascinated with each others' styles. We both knew that the other spent a lot of time masturbating. It was an amazing feeling, lying there with Tom wanking himself next to me.
We talked about the pictures of the girls we were looking at as we wanked: how perfect their breasts were, how sexy they looked as they fingered their pussies. I was desperate to come but Tom was more self-controlled and liked to spin out his masturbation session. I kept asking him if he was ready to come.
Eventually he grabbed hold of his discarded boxer shorts and put them under his cock, ready to catch the cum.'I'm ready to come now,' he said. It was one of the sexiest things anyone has ever said to me. Seconds later he increased the speed of his wanking and starting breathing deeply.
That was all the cue I needed and I felt myself coming. I stroked myself until I was empty, groaning quietly. Tom breathed deeply with the ecstasy of his own orgasm.
Since then we have enjoyed several mutual masturbation sessions. We are both very straight guys but there is something special about a shared wanking experience with another guy.