Strange Experience With My Young Friend

So I have this friend who is 18 and a virgin. We got to talking about sex, and he seemed to think I know something about the subject. Well, I guess I do, having been with a dozen women and a few guys by now. And, I do read SoloTouch, so I guess that makes me an expert. He didn't seem to know much of anything about sex, and then he revealed, to my great surprise, that he's never masturbated. I would have though that's impossible - a guy having reached 18 years of age, and never having wanked, even once! He explained that he was raised in a very religious household. I asked whether he believes in a higher power. No, it turns out it's just his parents. "So, you wouldn't be struck dead if you should happen to masturbate, then, right?" He agreed. Actually, he eagerly agreed, because we both knew where this discussion was headed. It did take some conversational steering on my part, but I got his pants off, and mine too. We both decided I was going to show him how to masturbate. As soon as he pulled his underwear down, I saw that his somewhat large penis was hard as a rock. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised by that. I asked if he wanted me to put some porn on the computer. No, he wasn't ready for that, he said. Go figure! I mean, how could anyone not have at least wanted to look at porn now and then? I started stroking my hardening penis, and soon had a full-blown erection. He was staring quite intently, and his head was only like 18 inches away. I felt that inevitable feeling like I was going to cum, so I quickly and completely stopped what I was doing. I didn't want to cum too soon. I asked if he wanted me to stroke his penis. Oh, yes, he certainly did! So, I reached out, and ever so gently touched the sides of his shaft with my right thumb and the side of my forefinger. He shuddered. I asked how it was, and he said it seemed quite nice, so I started to bring his uncut foreskin up and down in slow, short, regular strokes. He started to pee. Really! Urine gushed out of his penis about a foot in the air, and dang, it was getting all over my blankets. I had to do something, and in a hurry, so I squeezed the tip of his penis with my thumb and finger to shut off the flow. We walked together, with little-bitty steps, because our pants were around our ankles, out of my bedroom, and into the bathroom. I aimed his still hard penis toward the bowl, and let go. He sprayed the strongest stream of urine I have ever seen for a moment. Then it died down to a normal flow. He complained that it really hurt when I squeezed it shut, and he had to really, really pee. He said he felt like his penis or maybe his bladder would have literally exploded if we hadn't made it into the bathroom within the next couple of seconds. I apologized to him. He apologized to me. He explained that he certainly didn't mean to let loose with all that urine. It just happened completely involuntarily and he couldn't do anything to stop it. We both went soft. After a bit of small talk, he went home. Once he left, I threw the wet sheets and blankets in the washer, and then, as you can imagine, I masturbated to a wonderful orgasm thinking about what had just happened. Fortunately, the story doesn't end here. We talked about what had happened a couple of days later, and he wanted to try it again. No, he hadn't tried masturbating by himself during those two days. He was afraid to. Afraid to masturbate. Imagine that! He wanted me to masturbate him, but first, he wanted to see me do myself to completion. I was all too happy to comply. So, we returned to my room, where I had placed a plastic drop cloth on the bed, and we pulled down our pants around our ankles again. He sat in a chair while I reclined on the edge of the bed, and stroked myself to a fairly quick ejaculation. With him watching so intently, I had no choice but to cum right away. I couldn't have held off if I had a team of horses hooked up. He was absolutely fascinated by my cum, telling me he had never seen that before. After the few wet dreams he had, the sheets were wet, but he never actually saw cum in that way. Having ejaculated that quickly, it seemed like I was ready for more right away. Usually it takes me a good half-hour to recover, and I lose the mood. Not this time, I was all set to 'do' him. So I started. He went from rock-hard to even harder and started to buck his hips. I figured an ejaculation was in the works. But no, he started peeing again. I held out a bowl that I had at the ready, and only a little pee escaped onto the plastic drop cloth. The rest made it into the bowl. I mopped up the urine that was on the plastic sheet. After we were done with that little deal, he reclined against the edge of my bed again, and I resumed my work. As I did so, his legs were kind of shaking. His voice was unsteady also. He was actually sort of shivering with some sort of, well, I don't know what. It might have been fear, excitement, or something else. It took a good five minutes, but soon his hips were bucking again and he was moaning, and I figured one of two things were going to happen. Right, either he was going to pee again, or he was going to cum. I had no idea which to expect. But then I felt that large penis of his pulsating, and he ejaculated. The whole thing only lasted a few seconds, and whereas I was figuring on a huge amount of cum for his first time, he only came a typical amount. Maybe five squirts and a couple of dribbles. Afterward, he was all red in the face, and panting, as if he had just run a mile. He quickly pulled up his shorts, thanked me, and practically ran out the front door. Two days later he was back. We talked about what had happened, and he said that although it freaked him out at the time, he loved it, and wanted more. I asked him how it felt, and the best he could do to describe it is to tell me he had occasionally awakened from wet dreams, and it was 100 times better. To cut a long story short, he and I have been jack-off buddies ever since. We meet up once or twice a week and just play with each other's dicks. He once asked me whether he was gay because he and I played together. I asked him whether he had any interest in girls. By now, he had started looking at porn on the Internet, and he said he preferred looking at girls. I told him that guys do play together all the time, but do to the social stigma, they don't often talk about it. He was relieved. A couple of months later, I worked it out (carefully and slowly) so that my girlfriend was willing to have a three-way with my friend and I. That's a story for another website, but he and I both found out that he's certainly not gay. I expect he'll meet a nice girl of his own soon. Maybe she'll be as fun-loving as my girlfriend and we'll have a four-way.