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Afternoon Discovery (Part I)

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Category: Male-Male (MM)
Submitted by: Gabe Age: 20 Gender: Male

Thought I'd submit my first mutual masutrbation experience.

It was the middle of winter break, on a cold and grey afternoon to be exact, when I had my first orgasm at someone else's hands.

Neil and I were on the family computer, which only I knew how to use. Since we were alone in the house until at least ten at night, we did what any twelve year-old boys given internet access will do; surfed the net on our dial-up connection looking for cheat codes, gaming tips, and of course, free porn.

At first, Neil seemed slightly uneasy about looking at porn with me sitting next to him, but I could tell by the tent in his pants that he liked what he saw.

"Dude, this is so hot." he said, pointing at the pictures of an eighteen year old girl masturbating that were blown up to maximum size on my computer screen. His right hand slid down into the waistband of his sweats, the tent grew larger as he fondled himself. I looked over at him as he humped his hand. "If you shoot it in your pants, it'll be messy as hell." I said, trying any line that might let me watch my best friend masturbate, or maybe even jack me off if I was lucky.

"Shoot it? I've never shot anything, it just feels like I'm going to pee and then I stop. It's not like I want to have piss go everywhere, you're right, that would be really messy. And just what were you doing looking at my crotch, isn't that kind of gay?" he replied.

"First of all, it isn't gay if we still want to fuck girls, and I think we both do, so it's not gay." I printed the picture that we were looking at, a nameless girl was jamming a vibrator into her pussy, the school uniform skirt pulled back and to the side made the image all the more hot. "I'll show you something that will feel even better than what you are doing now. Just go and lie down on the bed, I'll be right there, as soon as this prints out and I set something else up." The full-page color photo was half printed as I keyed up one of the few videos I had saved along with the rest of my porn, this one of a brunette fingering herself to orgasm, with excellent sound quality, I might add. With the noise of the squelching sounds and moans pouring from the speakers, I walked over to the bed where Neil lay with one hand down his pants.

"Get naked, trust me, it feels better if you don't have to worry about clothes." I said. Neil hesitated for a moment, but stripped down to his skin as he saw me doing the same. We studied each other's nude bodies: each with pale skin, almost milk white, and a small, dark tuft of pubic hair above our erect members. Here there were differences; he had been circumcised, while I still had my foreskin. He noticed this difference at about the same moment I did. "Umm, dude, why is there skin on your dick? I've never seen anyone with dick skin" Neil asked. I told him that I was uncircumcised because my parents wanted to leave that decision up to me, and I was glad they did, being able to use the foreskin was so much fun. Neil lay back down on the bed, his erect cock facing towards the ceiling. I handed him the picture that had printed out, it was a very nice view of the model's soaking wet pussy. Kneeling down on the bed next to him, a box of Kleenex at the ready, I began, "okay, I'm going to do something to you that you are going to really, really, really like. All you have to do is lie back, relax, and think of this girl, forget I'm the one touching you, imagine it is her, my hands are her hands, and her only desire is to pleasure you. What I'm going to do is masturbate you, make you ejaculate, shoot semen, cum. It might feel like you need to pee, but just go with it and you will feel awesome. Okay?"

Neil nodded; his erect penis twitched slightly, the pink head hard and glistening. "But can't a man only ejaculate that during sex?" He asked. We had taken a very basic sex education course at the Catholic school we attended. "Guys can cum anytime, they just need to trick the penis into thinking it is having sex, and that is what I'm going to do." I replied.

"Oh" was all he said. I lightly gripped his dick and began rubbing the head between my forefinger and thumb. About thirty seconds later the first drop of pre cum appeared. I didn't know it was pre cum then, but I new how to use it: I smeared it all over his head to use as lubricant. "That's all I can get, just that little bit of pee." Neil said. Deeply engrossed in trying to make him ejaculate, I just nodded and tightened my grip, speeding up ever so slightly. "Oooo." Neil cried as I ran my free hand on his mostly hairless scrotum, flicking it gently with one finger, then circling that same finger around his ass. He tensed up, in a very good way, mind you. The amount of pre-cum he was producing had increased, and I could tell from remembering my own sessions that his first climax was not far off, and I was helping him to do it; I was making my best friend cum. Neil was squirming just a little bit on the bed, obviously enjoying himself, muttering praise to an imagined girl. I licked my pinky finger and jammed it into his tight asshole, he gasped for air, thrusting his dick into my hand. Hips bucking and humping, his body shuddered. He moaned, mumbling "please, please, please, oh, oh, cummmmmmmming." And he came, screaming. Sticky white ropes of semen shot from his circumcised cock, the first one spurting a few feet into the air before arching back down to land on his stomach. My grip on his member tightened as I tried to get more cum out of him. it worked, and semen ran over my thumb. He was shaking as his dick slowly went flaccid while I gently stroked it, massaging every last drop of semen out of him.

Neil lay there, dazed and post-orgasmic. "Dude," he said, "that felt awesome. I've never, not even, thank you." The soft-core porn on my computer repeated itself in the background; I was still rock hard and needed release. Neil seemed to notice my rather obvious arousal as he wiped the semen off of his stomach with a tissue. "So, uh, what do you do with this stuff? After, it, ya know, comes out?" He gestured at the semen-soaked Kleenex that lay next to him.

"We'll just flush it with mine." I said.

"But you haven't, oh, right, so can you show me how you make yourself cum?" Neil asked. I replied that I would gladly do that, motioned for him to move over slightly, and lay down next to him. Our naked bodies touched along their lengths, his flesh was warm, hot even. This aroused me all the more. I pulled out a few tissues and placed them beside me. Aching with desire, I slid back my foreskin, revealing my shining purple head. Delicately, I moved the skin down as far as I could slide it, and then squeezed my hand slightly as my prepuce went back over my head. I began to lightly thrust my cock into the ring of my fingers.

"Umm...can I, uh...make you shoot? Err...would you like me to?" Neil asked.

"Yes...uh...just move the skin back and forth, keep your grip nice and tight, and I'll do the rest." His hand moved to my prick, touching my member cautiously until he realized the similarities it had with his own, and apparently marveling at the foreskin. The feel of his warm left hand on my penis was, to that point in my life, the best thing I'd ever experienced. Following my instructions, Neil's grip was tight as he stroked me, pulling my foreskin up and down the length of my shaft. He knelt, as I had for him, grasping my cock tightly as I thrust into his hands.

"You are longer than I am. I suppose that makes sense, you are taller, after all." Neil said, trying to make small talk while he stroked me. I grunted and nodded in agreement, not really knowing why my penis was slightly larger, just that it was, his explanation was as good as any. Pre cum was beginning to form on the tip of my dick, I desperately wanted to cum at the hands of anyone other than myself, perhaps most of all under the fingers of my best friend. I could smell his cum on the tissues that lay next to us on the bed, it made me want to add my own load and scent to his. As Neil continued to stroke me, I felt something building up deep within me, and knew that soon I would be cumming all over Neil and myself. I humped his hands with renewed vigor, feeling them slide up and down my shaft, moving the foreskin perfectly. My mind blurred as I passed the point of no return, body crying out for release.

My eyes closed as Neil masturbated me, each stroke bringing me closer to ejaculating. A wonderful shock coursed through my body as I felt something utterly new, warm, and wet. I opened my eyes to find Neil's face inches above my crotch, his tongue darting out to gently caress my engorged head. That new sensation drove me over the edge, and I ejaculated, moaning. "Oh, oh, oh, god, yes, yes, yes, aaaah!" I screamed and kept spurting semen. I could feel some of my cum hit my chest, and more of it roll down my head, over Neil's fingers, and mix with my pubic hair. I looked at Neil and found that a fair amount of my semen had landed on his lips and chin, he didn't seem to mind.

I lay there, mind drifting in a post orgasmic haze, as Neil kept on stroking my softened member, my moans quieted down as waves of pleasure washed over my brain. I finally spoke, "Whoa...thank you, that...was amazing. How did you learn to do that thing with your tongue?"

Neil shrugged, and said that he saw a picture of a girl doing it do a guy on one of the sites we looked at earlier that afternoon. I thanked him again, pausing to feel my warm cum slowly move down my chest with each breath. I was amazed at all the feelings that swam within me, though most of them were, in the end, overwhelmed by a desire to pleasure Neil again. Reaching over, I passed Neil a few tissues from the Kleenex box, and, grabbing a few for myself, wiped my cum-spattered torso clean, and put the used tissues next to Neil's. Neil picked up the physical proof of his first ejaculation and followed me into the bathroom, where, with very little in the way of ceremony, that proof along with the rags I had accumulated, was flushed down the toilet. We stood there for a moment that seemed to stretch after the water carried our ejaculate away, I looked down and saw that he was erect once more, this time I reflected, by his own hand, fingers in the same position that I had shown to him.

Neil glanced up at the clock on the bathroom wall before speaking. "Your parents should be home after ten, right?" I nodded. And then I saw where he was going with that thought, it was only four in the afternoon, we had six hours completely to ourselves.

-More to come in the next installment: Neil and I continue our adventures, and later on welcome a third, and possibly even a fourth, person to our group.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]