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Jacking off With Chris

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Jacking off With Chris by biguy_100I got a call about a year ago from Chris, my old college roommate. We shared a room together my freshman year, in 84. I was a virgin and very nervous about sex. Of course, that didnt stop me from beating off as much as I could get away with! I had brought my secret stash of porn magazines with me to college, but always kept them carefully hidden in one of my closet drawers. There were some Playboys and Penthouses, and a few copies of a male-male hardcore magazine that Id bought once at a used bookstore, my hands sweating. Anyway, after our first year Chris transferred to another school, and we pretty much lost touch. About two years ago I got a piece of email from Chris - hed spotted my name on a net post. I wrote back, and before long we were writing regularly. We became better friends than we had ever been while living together. He called me after a few months of correspondence to say that he was coming to New Orleans for a work seminar, and wondered if Id like to get together. Of course I agreed, and suggested a place to meet the Saturday after his meetings ended. When he came into Rudys I recognized Chris immediately. Hed lost a little hair, and wore glasses, but he was still trim and very handsome. His black hair was combed to one side. Chris was wearing a red button-down short-sleeve cotton shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. I rose to greet him. We shook hands, and sat down to talk over a couple of cups of iced coffee. The conversation was casual and easy. I discovered that he was planning to stay in town for a few days of vacation, to relax and take in the local color. I insisted that he check out of his hotel and come stay with me. He agreed, and after sight-seeing all day we picked up his stuff at his hotel, and drove back to my place. I showed him to the guest room, and while he was unpacking I popped open a couple of beers and put on the radio in the den. Chris joined me after a few minutes, and we just kicked back and chatted. Then out of the blue, he smiled at me conspiratorially and asked, So, where are the magazines? What do you mean? You know, he smiled. Your closet drawer in college. Still collect them? You mean I trailed off, embarrassed. Yeah, I still remember that Penthouse with the blue cover, he laughed. You remember the one? Did I! I still had that magazine. I couldnt count the number of times Id jerked off to it in college. Even now, about once a year I still dig up my old magazines, and beat off over them all over again. Uh, yeah, I remember that magazine, I said. I was still not sure how to react, though I felt a twitch in my crotch. Im surprised you do. He laughed happily. How could I forget? I used to come back to the dorm every Tuesday and Thursday before lunch, when you had that big class. Id dig out your stash and jerk off it was the highlight of my week. Then Id try to put everything back carefully. I cant believe you never noticed. I smiled back at him. Well, I swallowed, I guess I was too busy jacking off to them myself. The thrill of talking about jacking off with him, thinking that wed been stroking our cocks to the same pictures, was incredibly sexy to me. My cock was stiffening fast. If Chris knew where to look, hed see my hard cock down one leg of my jeans. I bet you still have a great collection, he leered. But you didnt put anything in my room for me. Am I just supposed to jerk off in the dark tonight while you have great porn in your bed? Youre right, I have lots of great stuff, and it doesnt seem fair, I agreed, smiling. I was enjoying this now. Not at all, he nodded. So, bring it on! Cant do it, I shrugged. He looked at me, trying to figure out what I meant, but I waited. Why not? he eventually asked. I smiled at him. Theres too much, I said slowly, for me to bring it all out here. So then, he said. I nodded towards the bedroom. Follow me. As I stood up I felt my stiff cock fighting against my jeans. Trying to act casually, though my heart was pounding, I shoved my hand down the front of my pants. Chris froze, half-risen, his eyes glued to my hand. I reached down into my crotch until I grabbed my cock. Then slowly I worked it around, pulling the hard shaft from against my leg to my front, pointed up. I was going to let go, but then suddenly felt a wave of horniness wash over me. My hand still in my pants, I wrapped my fist around my cock and squeezed, slowly, ever-tighter, and I felt my body shiver and I closed my eyes and let out a long soft exhalation of pleasure. It was the first time Id played with my cock in front of another guy, and it felt incredible. I let go, and withdrew my hand from inside my pants. When I opened my eyes, Chris had stood up, but his eyes were frozen to my dick. I looked at his crotch, and I saw a thick tube reach down one of his pants legs. I turned and led the way to the bedroom, knowing how difficult it must have been for him to walk. I felt like an exhibitionist, and a voyeur. In my bedroom I walked to the far closet and stopped. I took a breath. Theyre here, I said, Ive never shown this to anyone. I opened the closet doors. When I moved into this house, I put a pair of bookshelves into the closet. Now they were filled with my favorite dirty books, magazines, and videos. I covered the inside of the doors with a collage of my favorite and most sexy pictures its my instant jerk-off gallery of the most sexy pictures Ive ever seen. Men and women, alone and together in every combination and position. I looked at him. Fuck, he said, This is incredible. He gave a huge grin. I waved him in. Go for it, whatever you want. He started into the closet, then stopped. No, he said, This is your stash. You pick your favorites. Show them to me. He stepped backwards and sat on the bed. Nervous and shaking with lust, I carefully selected about a half-dozen of my favorite magazines magazines Id jerked off to many times. I sat next to him on the bed, facing the open doors and my collage of masturbation fantasies. I sat close to him, almost touching, so we could share the magazines. We sat there together, flipping through a recent copy of Girls of Penthouse that had one woman I really, really liked. She was on her stomach on a bed, her ass up in the air. She was wearing a tiny pair of frayed shorts and you could clearly see her pussy lips around the seam. Her eyes were looking back at the camera, her mouth open in a purely sexual fuck-me pout. Craig had his right hand in his lap and I was sure I could see him squeezing and releasing his fingers, milking his cock. When I reached for the next magazine he turned around and flipped, so he was lying on his stomach looking into my lap. His chin was resting on his left hand; his right hand was underneath, clearly over his crotch. I took out a magazine that had a picture that really rocked my boat. A solidly-built man with light hair was on his back on a bed, his head hanging backwards over the side. He was naked, and hard, and his right fist was stroking his hard cock. A tall man stood in front of him, his hard cock thrust into the blonds wide-open mouth, the blondes left hand pushing a finger into the tall mans asshole. The tall guys hands were on the blond, one stroking his balls, the other pinching a nipple. Chris was slowly rubbing the bed by now, and I could easily feel the motion of the mattress. This looks sooo good, I said to him. I leaned back on the bed, my left hand holding the magazine, and I undid my jeans, pushing open the two big front flaps. I groped my hard cock through my boxers and started really whacking off, beginning slow, holding the magazine up where we could see it. There was no way Chris could look at this picture and not also see me fucking myself. He started humping the bed harder, and soon we were in rhythm together, both of us pumping our cocks at the same tempo - for minutes, it felt so good. I dropped the magazine and reached for the one on the bottom. The Penthouse hed mentioned. It was one of the rare ones with cocks. I have lots of pictures of straight sex, but these were the ones that wed both shared before, even though I was unaware of it. I flipped the magazine open to my favorite picture: a wet, sloppy, lusty blowjob. The guys face wasnt in the picture, so I was free to imagine it in utter glory. It was one of those blowjob pictures where every few seconds I flip Im giving the blowjob, Im getting it, giving, getting just dark slow waves of oral sex washing over me. This one? I asked him, holding it up. Oh yeah, he said, and staring at the picture started to fuck the hell out of the mattress. He didnt give a damn what I thought as he looked at the magazine in my hands and humped and pushed and squeezed and grunted. I slid down and came around next to him, on my stomach also, both of us looking at the picture in my hands in front of me. He was humping and pumping next to me, and my underpants were against the bed and I felt it rocking and I fucked it too, sliding over a little at a time, the natural motion of the bed bringing my thigh up against his. The feeling was electric it shot us both into the next gear. Attached at the hip we pushed and pounded our cocks into the bed. I wanted to feel more of him. I twisted and moved in, pushing my cotton boxers sideways against the cheek of his ass. He started flexing his ass muscles, both pushing his cock and stroking mine. I was fucking and humping against him and he was doing the bed and we were both looking at this incredible warm slippery blowjob. I pushed more to the side, and then pulled up, over and on top of him. I pushed his legs open and settled down between his knees. I was lying down on him, my crotch pressed up tight in the groove of his ass. My pelvis started simply pumping and humping into him while he fucked the bed under me, and then he stopped. Wait, he said, Lift up. I rose up on my hands, like a push-up, and underneath me he slithered off one leg of his jeans. He was wearing a pair of white jockeys that hugged his cheeks, highlighting the deep cleft between them. When his pants were off he laid out flat under me, and then hunched up, pressing into me, pushing my cock directly down along the groove of his ass. I started rocking up and down, sliding and stroking my cock against his ass. I was jerking off onto his ass, and he was digging it and jerking off beneath me into the bed while we looked at a picture wed jerked off to independently so many times. I started to lick his neck and he sighed and grunted and pushed back against me. I pushed off my boxers, my naked hard cock now pressed tight against the cotton covering his ass. I slid down his ass until my cockhead touched his balls. I slid back between his legs, and then came forward again, sliding my shaft up that channel until Id press my head against his balls, giving them a nudge and a push, tickling his perineum. Oh, I knew how good that felt I loved to do it to myself. I rubbed my cock in, drilling just between his asshole and balls, sliding and pushing in that little slot. I pushed forward and back, humping the channel between his legs, massaging his balls with my cockhead while he fucked the bed below me. I felt the wave of orgasm hit me. I pulled my head back, squeezed my eyes shut, and absolutely focused on the lust in my cock. I fucked and felt his ass move back against me, fucking me while I fucked him and fucked myself and we were all fucking together. We just picked up steam and humped and groaned and shimmied and clenched. It built and built until we exploded under pressure, and I screamed as I came, the hot wet sperm soaking the head of my cock as it collected in his underwear, lubing me and warming me and I fucked the cum and shot off more and he screamed and I did too. We fell asleep in that position; when I awoke Chris was licking my neck. We started kissing and before long we were face-to-face, humping against one another, cocks rolling over and around, tongues in each others mouth. We only went out twice to get food over that weekend. Chris left after a few days to return to his job. We regularly trade sexy mail on the net. Ive been telling him some of my fantasies, and he tells me his. Weve even jerked off together on the phone a few times. In a few months Ill have some vacation time coming to me, and Im planning to fly out to Chriss little Colorado town and spend some time with him. Hes promised to show me some of his favorite jerk-off videos. I think I know where thats going to lead!