College Jerk Off Buddy pt. 1

So even though I am a gay male, one of my biggest turn-ons is having someone to be jerk-off buddies with. Most gay guys don’t seem to understand it because they have told me it’s a waste not to go all the way and would prefer to do other stuff. I had jerk-off buddies throughout high school, straight, gay, and anything in between. But by the time college started most people seemed to be past that phase of fooling around. I felt kind of let down that that part of my life may be over… until I found someone who happened to have the same interest.

I had a pretty close clique of gay friends throughout college. During my sophomore year I would be hosting our group’s friendsgiving. One of my closest friends Bill asked if he could invite his new boyfriend to it, which I had no problem with. I hadn’t met the guy, Al, before, though Bill said he was positive we would get along.

I had about a dozen people over in my apartment. As I was finishing up the turkey, in walked Joe and his boyfriend Al. I like to think I’m decently attractive, but Al was one of those pretty boys, like he could easily be a model in his own right. Like me, Al is Hispanic, though both of us are also half white, so we were both quite white-passing. Our body types were nearly identical in both height and muscle tone. We were 5 foot 8 and quite slender, but we still had some muscle on us. Unlike me, he had a very deep sultry voice.

Bill was right: we clicked instantly. We liked the same music, loved nature, both of us smoked, and we were getting degrees in politics. While I did mention his good looks, I would not say I had a crush on him. I had a boyfriend at the time, and pretty boys had never been type. He was a fun friend, and I was happy Bill and him were dating.

About a month later, Bill tells me that Al would be moving to our town and was transferring to our university as well. Al claimed that he had been planning to do it before Bill and him met, but Bill seemed to be quite the incentive to rush his plan. Bill asked that since we got along so well, if I would hang out with Al as he gets settled into a new environment. Al didn’t know anyone in the area and was nervous about not having friends besides Bill. I easily agreed.

Surprisingly though, me and Al started hanging out all the time. We would smoke, blast Taylor Swift, binge on candy, and go on the occasional star gaze since that was one of my favorite thing to do.

About three months later Joe and Al broke up, luckily they didn’t make me pick sides. A couple months after that, me and my boyfriend broke up as well. I supported Al through his break up, and Al supported me through mine. But with both of us becoming single around the same time and being the closest men in each other’s lives, things… started to change.

We had always been open, changing in front of each other and talking about our sexual histories. We both had an exhibitionist kink and would brag to the other when one of us would jerk off in the library or on the balcony of our apartment.

One summer day we were out doing some very soft-core storm chasing on the country roads around town. We pulled over as lightning flashed and it down poured.

We stepped out of the car once the rain passed. The sun quickly evaporated what was left of the storm.

“It’s so nice out here. If it was a bit warmer, I’d say it’s perfect streaking weather,” I said nonchalantly.

“I completely agree,” He chuckled, “Do you want to?”

“What?!” I exclaimed, “Are you serious?”

“Completely serious,” He laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head.

“I can’t believe we are doing this,” I kicked off my pants off.

There we were stark naked standing in broad daylight. We started running through his random farmer’s field. We laughed like we were kids again, his white ass jumping up and down a few steps in front of me. We slowed to a stop halfway into the field, attempting to catch our breath.

It was then I took my first serious look at his body. He shaved all I could see, besides for maintaining a thick bush above his cock. I myself like thick body hair, having a dark happy trail leading to my pubes. He was uncut while I am circumcised. He looked at me too, and both of our cocks started to harden. 

“I’m a bit horny,” He commented as he took one tug at his cock.

“Yeah, I could really go for a wank right now,” I agreed.

“Let’s do it,” Al started jerking off in front of me. When fully hard, Al was about six inches that stuck straight out from his body. Mine was nearly seven inches with a light curve down. I grabbed my dick and joined him.

His free hand rubbed over his abs and occasionally pinched his nipples. I played with my balls as I focused on my length. The occasionally masculine grunt would escape our lips as we both rocked our hips into our grips.

“I’m gonna cum,” Al warns after a few minutes.

“Me too,” I huffed as we quickened out pace. We both shot onto the growing plants below us, coating the leaves with white goo.

“Hell,” Al sighed, to which we both broke into a soft chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

“We better get back to the car before this farmer sees us naked in his field,” Al suggests as we walked back.

The situation oddly seemed to make our friendship stronger. We really didn’t talk about what happened though. Until a month later on my birthday.

For my birthday, Al said he wanted to take me to a secret beach he found at our town’s lake. He didn’t have swimtrunks with him so I didn’t grab mine either. I was always down for skinny dipping so I didn’t comment. We parked in a lot on the edge of the lake and he swore he knew which path to take.

Well, he didn’t. We got completely lost while making our way through the forest to the lake’s edge. It didn’t help that it was night with only the moonlight occasionally peeking through the leaves. When we finally hit the lake, we found ourselves in a swamp. We were up to our knees in mud. After half an hour of trying to find the supposed beach, Al said we should turn back and try another time.

I could not deny I was a little peeved at the night’s events. Nothing went according to plan, but I really could not be that mad. I had an adventurous night out with my best friend, I really couldn’t ask for much more. We then drove around the dirt roads outside our town once again, chatting and what not, until he pulled us over.

We hopped on the back of his car and leaned against the windshield. We pointed out constellations. After a while I continually saw his hand rub against his groin, the erection in his pants growing obvious, to which I got hard as well.

“Do you want to jerk off?” He finally asked quietly.

“Hell yeah,” I tried to sound less excited than I was. I pulled my pants all the way, enjoying the freedom of the country while he pulled his cock out from between his zipper.

We took things slower than our previous time in the field. We were alone at night as we jerked ourselves off; we were in no rush. The sound of skin slapping against skin appeared to echo through quiet night around us. I loved watching the way he would roll his foreskin up and down his length, something I could not relate with.

We both came pretty hard, spunk squirting across our stomachs. Just as we finished up, we saw the lights of a car driving towards us. We were thankful we had came when we did.

That shared sexual habit kinda stopped after that. As usual, we really didn’t talk about it, why we did it or why we stopped. I cannot say that I was not a little let down, but I was friends with Al because he was a fun friend and good person, not for the sexual benefits. So we stayed good friends for the time being… until about a year later when it started up again.