Homecoming Jerk-off

This is a true story that happened a few years ago in the October on the night of my high school's homecoming dance. I live in a small Midwestern town where high school football is, to put it lightly, a big deal. The result of the homecoming game, which was played the night before the dance, was a crushing victory over our hated rivals from the neighboring town. This was the high point of our season and a pretty unlikely win since our starting quarterback, a senior, had torn his ACL a few weeks prior to the game and was out for the season. Thus, after going through the first and second string quarterbacks, both of whom performed dismally, the coach decided to put my friend, Chris, in that very important position. This was an incredibly gutsy move on his part because while Chris is an amazing wide receiver, he was untested as a quarterback. However, the lopsided score of the game validated the faith that the coach and, for that matter, the entire town, placed in him.

This was a huge reversal in Chris's fortunes since before that night he suffered from the huge stigma of being the 'New Kid' in town. Like I said, this is a small town, most people here have been here all their lives. Chris's family only moved here in August after his parents bought one of the derelict farms on the edge of town and turned it into their retirement home. On top of this, Chris is also a very talented sophomore on a varsity team, most of whose members have been playing together since they were in diapers. Needless to say, before he even set foot in the school he had a lot working against him. Early on I sympathized with him; I only moved to this town a few years ago, but I was 'accepted' by the locals since my grandparents had lived here all their lives and my dad went to the same high school as Chris and I do now. So I quickly sought him out and befriended him, as did many of the other sophomore guys.

Most of the junior and senior guys were openly hostile to Chris, as were many of the girls from every grade. For the life of me I could not understand why; even as a straight guy I have to admit that Chris is hot. He is around six feet tall, slender but muscular with dark blue eyes; his jet-black hair is always is always perfectly gelled back in a 50's style pompadour. After the game, all of the hostility vanished; people who had never spoken a kind word to Chris were now clapping him on the back and praising him. Looking back on it, the sudden increase of attention obviously went to his head. On the night of the dance, Chris was originally going to go with a group of sophomore guys, including me; since none of us have our licenses, we were going to meet at my house and have my older brother drive us to the school. But a few hours before we were supposed to meet, Chris calls me to say that he has gotten a date with a senior girl and would meet us at the dance.

Once at the dance, it was very easy to tell that Chris's attitude had been completely transformed. Where before he had been reluctant to approach older members of the football team outside of practice, he was now joking and laughing with them like they had been best friends all their lives. Also, prior to this night, the chance that Chris might have gotten lucky with any of the girls at this school was an extremely remote possibility. Now, when he took the time to talk to his sophomore friends, he was openly bragging that tonight was going to be 'the night,' even showing us the condom he had brought in his wallet. All of us virgins were of course impressed and excited for Chris, but I couldn't help but be a little sarcastic about his 180-degree personality change in the span of 24 hours. When the dance ended we all walked out the parking lot to find my brother while Chris went to wait at his date's car. This was when things began to get interesting. Once we were all loaded in my family's SUV my brother began to drive away, but as we were leaving the parking lot we passed Chris and his date who were having a very heated argument by her car. My brother, Bryan, who delights in what he calls 'teenage awkwardness' decelerated and rolled down the windows so we could hear.

'You choose to tell me this now?!' Chris yelled rather hysterically.

'I can't help it, my mom wants me to come back right after the dance,' his date responded rather unconvincingly.

Chris looked like he was about to cry, 'You're lying,' he said, 'You're ditching me to go party with the other seniors.'

The girl sighed, 'Look Chris, you're nice and all, but I don't like you like that.'

'Well, that's fucking great!' responded Chris angrily, 'How am I supposed to get home now?'

His date simply looked at him and said, 'That's not really my problem,' got in her car and drove off.

At this point my brother and I were about to piss our pants from laughing so hard. Even though Chris had been ignoring his friends and acting like a pompous jerk that whole night, I still felt sorry for him standing there alone, so I asked my brother to offer him a ride. Chris gratefully accepted, but sat in the back seat looking very dejected all by himself the whole trip back. We dropped off my other friends at their respective homes on the way to my house until it was only me, my brother and Chris in the car. Because he lived on the other side of town, Chris called his mom to ask her if he could just spend the night at our house and have his parents collect him the next morning after church. They agreed, not wanting to drive the curvy country roads around town in the dark. We soon reached our house; by this time my parents were long asleep so my brother just told us to sleep on the reclining couch in the basement. He got Chris a towel and some old clothes to wear before heading upstairs to bed.

After we had both showered and changed, we sat on the basement couch flipping channels on the big screen. Though we were both covered by blankets, I couldn't help but notice that Chris was absent-mindedly fondling himself as we sat there watching TV. Even though I'm straight, I guess you could say that I developed a 'man crush' on Chris, and had wanted for some time to see how I measured up to him. I'm around 5'10', a few inches shorter than Chris, with curly shoulder-length sandy blonde hair, brown eyes and a very slight build. From the glimpses that I have caught of Chris in gym class, I knew my muscles were not nearly as large or well-defined as those of my friend. Usually when I'm with Chris we're surrounded by our larger group of friends; if I wanted to make a move it had to be now, when we were alone. Adopting a joking tone, I casually said to Chris,

'Hey, stop that, it'll make you blind you know.'

Chris blushed and sheepishly flashed a smile, 'Sorry man,' he replied, 'It's just that I can't help it. I really thought tonight was going to be the night.'

'I know,' I told him, 'It looks like you'll just have to find another time, another place and another girl to lose your virginity.'

'It's probably for the best,' Chris conceded, 'But still, getting laid is all I've been thinking about all night. I have a major case of blue balls.'

Sensing I could steer the direction of this conversation, I replied, 'Well, if you wanted to jack off, you could at least have had the courtesy to do it in the shower.'

Chris laughed outright at this comment. 'Oh man,' he said, 'Believe me, I thought about it. But then again I think your brother would have killed me if I busted a nut in his shower.'

Excellent, I thought, that means that Chris hasn't jacked off despite being horny as hell all night. Choosing not to overplay my hand and weird Chris out, I suggested that we watch a movie, to which he agreed. I got up and walked over the cabinet where we keep all of our DVD's, picking up my brother's binder with all of his pirated movies, including porn. So that our parents don't become suspicious, the porno DVD's are labeled as music. Knowing this, I chose one and popped it in the DVD player. As soon as I pressed the play button, Chris and I were greeted by the image of some Russian slut being pounded on a bed by two horny teenage guys, groaning and squealing at the feeling of two cocks inside of her. Instantly, Chris was mesmerized.

'Woah dude,' he exclaimed after he regained his composure, 'I thought you said this was an old James Bond movie?'

'That's what was written on the DVD,' I lied, 'I guess Bryan just mislabeled it so my parents wouldn't find his porn. I'll take it out.' With this, I moved to get up from the couch.

'No,' Chris said quickly, 'Just leave it... this bitch is pretty hot.'

I then settled back down on the couch, slowly stroking myself underneath the blanket while Chris did the same a few feet away. After doing this for a few minutes I turned to Chris and said, 'Are you doing alright over there?'

'Yeah man,' he responded, 'I'm doing great... but I could go for some lube.'

Hardly believing my luck, I reached underneath my side of the couch and pulled out the bottle of lotion I kept especially for that purpose. I then handed the bottle to Chris, along with a few Kleenex tissues from the box on the shelf behind me. If I was astounded by Chris's request for lube, I was absolutely shocked by what he did next. After squirting some lotion into his hand, Chris turned to me and said,

'I probably shouldn't give these shorts back smelling like lotion, then Bryan will know exactly what I was doing in them.'

As soon as he said this, Chris threw the blanket off; without a second thought, he then pulled the gym shorts he was wearing down to his knees and pulled his shirt up well past his navel, exposing his smooth, sculpted abs. With great strength I tore my eyes away from his stomach and settled them on his now slick, rock-hard cock.

Immediately I noted that his penis was very similar to mine: a little over six inches, thick, circumcised, with a huge purple head that was very prominent against his pale skin. His balls were also very large, about the size of a tennis ball, pulled tight against his body and already glistening with sweat. Much to my surprise, I immediately noticed that his crotch was completely hairless, shaved bald like a porn star. I must have been staring open-mouthed for around ten seconds until Chris snapped his fingers in front of my nose, bringing me back to reality. At first I was mortified that I had been caught so openly checking out another guy, but the expression on Chris's face was one of amusement.

'Okay homo,' he said good-naturedly, 'If you're done checking out my junk why don't we have a look at your equipment?'

Needing no formal invitation, I immediately threw off my own blanket, pushing my pajama bottoms down to my knees, as Chris had done, exposing my equally hard cock. Like I said, my penis is very similar to Chris's, though upon closer inspection I found out that mine was a little bit longer, but not quite as thick. I am also circumcised with a very prominent head and large, tight balls. However, unlike Chris I do not completely shave my pubic hair, opting only to shave my balls and trim my bush into a neat little patch at the base of my cock. Just as I had allowed my eyes to roam over Chris's exposed body, he did the same with me; when he had had his fill, he simply nodded, said 'Nice package dude,' and turned his attention back to the Russian threesome on the TV.

Sensing that the moment had passed, I turned my attention back to the TV, where we had now reached the good part in the porno. Though my attention was focused mostly on the girl getting pounded by two guys, I continued to steal glances at Chris as he pumped his dick in slow, steady strokes. As it turned out, my glances were not as furtive as I thought they were, and I accidentally made eye contact with Chris a few times before resolving to fix my eyes firmly on the TV. However, once I decided to no longer look at my friend, I began to get the uncomfortable feeling that I was being watched. I slowly turned my head back to Chris, and discovered him staring intently at my hand as it slid up and down my stiff cock. Knowing he had been caught in the act, Chris blushed as I said, 'You like watching other guys get off?'

He laughed, 'Come on Matt, how do you expect me to concentrate on the porn there,' he said motioning to the TV, 'when a real live person is putting on a show two feet away from me?'

Now it way my turn to laugh, 'Thanks dude, you're pretty hot too.'

After this we lost any pretense of looking at the porno playing on the TV, staring at one another as we slowly edged to orgasm. I was the first to blow my load. Once I passed the point of no return I grunted just loud enough for Chris to hear, 'Holy shit... I'm gonna cum.'

Chris stopped stroking and said, 'Let her rip, dude.'

With Chris's encouragement, I began to stroke faster, moaning loudly as three powerful spurts shot from my dick, landing on my stomach and in my pubic hair. I continued pumping until the last drop of cum was squeezed from my now flaccid cock. Satisfied, covered with my own spunk and quite proud of myself, I sank deeply into the couch, allowing a self-contented sigh to escape my mouth as I settled into the cushions. As I reached my post-orgasmic state of Nirvana, the peace was disturbed by a quiet snort; I looked over and again became aware of Chris's presence. He was grinning from ear to ear, clearly trying to suppress a chuckle. Annoyed that I had shared my most intimate moment with him and his response was to laugh, I quipped rather harshly, 'What the fuck do you think is so damn funny?'

At this point Chris lost all control and burst out laughing; when he had calmed down he said, 'Sorry Matt... it's not that I think you cumming is funny... no way man, that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen in my life. But when you came, you groaned like that eurotrash whore on the TV.'

My fears allayed, I allowed myself to chuckle as well. 'Yeah, you're right,' I conceded, 'I guess it's contagious... I promise I don't usually do that,' I added quickly.

'No worries, man... it's not like I'm going to tell anyone,' Chris responded. Then he said, 'I guess it's my turn to put on a show.'

'Go for it, Chris,' was all I said in response.

At that moment, Chris began to pump harder and faster with his right hand, while he massaged his balls with his left. All of a sudden he bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Now I knew he was close. After a few seconds he practically screamed, 'Oh man... fuck me!' as rope after rope of cum shot from his dick and landed all over his chest, abs, and thighs. He continued pumping for around half a minute as his dick went soft; then, like me he heaved a tremendous sigh and sank back into the couch. We both sat there for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow as the scent of sweat and cum filled the small basement room. Still staring into space Chris said, 'Hey Matt...'

'Yeah, Chris..?' I responded.

'I'm really glad we're friends,' he told me.

'Me too.'

Since football season ended, things had mostly returned to the way they were before. Even though Chris was no longer treated with the same outright hostility as he was before the homecoming game, he was still not with the 'in-crowd' at school. As a result of that experience, he was careful not to let attention get to his head. Chris and I are now regular jack-off buddies, usually getting together once a week. We regard this as our special secret, not even letting our other friends know we do this. I was the first person to befriend the new kid in town. I couldn't have known then that I've made a friend for life, but I do now.