College Jerk Off Buddy Pt. 2

For a brief recap: this takes place between me and my riend Al. We both attended the same university, both are gay, and both areLatino but fairly white-passing. The two of us even have similar body structures: slender and defined, but not overly muscular. We both enjoyed exhibitionism.

Our attributes do diverge on facial features and cocks. I know I am attractive, but I’m attractive in that “nice guy that you take home to your parents” kind of look. Al, on the other hand, was one of those pretty boys who was definitely a hot commodity at the bar. Al was uncut, about five inches, and it stuck straight out from his body. I was circumcised, about seven inches though the attribute people comment most on is my thickness, and I had a downward curve. We never dated but were good friends who had a very open friendship. We changed in front of one another and shared stories of sexual exploits.

In the previous summer, we jerked off together a few times without ever really talking about it. After that summer, it didn’t happen again and since we didn’t discuss why we did it, we didn’t discuss why it stopped either. But then the following April, it clicked back on.

It was a typical lazy Friday night. A boring television show played in the background. We snacked on junk food and played on our phones as we sat on the couch closely next to each other. Both being gay men, if we were on our phones and scrolled past a picture of a hot guy, we’d show it to the other.

So it wasn’t out of the ordinary when he nudged my arm and said, “Check this out.” On his screen were two very attractive guys just going at it like animals.

“Damn that’s pretty hot,” I nodded nonchalantly, though it was a little uncommon to be showing direct porn. Rather than pulling his phone back, he keeps the screen up for us to watch. After a minute, I see his hand slowly rub his crotch as he intently watches the two dudes fuck.

I did not know how to react. I didn’t want to make an incorrect move which could make the situation awkward. But my biggest turn on is simply jerking off with a friend, and I could not deny I was easily ‘rising’ to the occasion.

Snapping me out of my thoughts Al asked, “Hey look, I gotta jerk off. You don’t mind if I do, do you?” he said as he already unzipped his shorts. As if I would have said no.

“As long as you don’t care if I do as well,” I hummed while pulling my pants down my thighs. We scooted a little closer to one another, so it’d be easier to hold the phone as we wanked. 

While the guys on the screen were really hot, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Al. I mean, why watch porn when I have a live show in front of me? As mentioned, Al is just a really beautiful person. Nice dick, slim body, chiseled face. I don’t have foreskin, so I enjoy watching how he worked it up and down his cock. He probably felt me watching him over the video, but knowing his ego it probably helped get him off.

We came surprisingly fast, most likely from how spontaneous and unplanned the situation was. Hot jizz coated our hands andlanded upon our torsos. As we came down and our breathing slowed, a silence filled the room as he clicked the video off. To break the tension I said, “So, got any paper towels?” It wasn’t that funny, but Al chuckled at the frankness I spoke with, as if it wasn’t a big deal that we just came side by side.

“I think I need some too,” he agreed as we waddled into the kitchen, pants hanging below our knees.

Unlike our time a year ago, we acknowledged how we jerked off together and liked it. We would joke about it now again, poking fun at the “just dudes being dudes” or the “no homo” theme in many gay pornos. 

Jerking off together became a common activity for us. Not necessarily every time we hung out, but common enough to say it defined our friendship for a bit. I cannot tell every single story, since they’d be too numerous nor can I remember every in detail, but I’ll explain the two that stick out to me.

This first one is an instance that I often think of when I don’t have porn around.

Similar to my first story, this takes place on my birthday but one year later, which I now believe Al arranged special ‘events’since he knew I enjoyed our sessions. Odd form of a gift, but I’ll take it.

Al recently moved out of our college town to a bigger city, but it was less than a 45-minute drive from my place. For Midweststandards that was not a long drive, so I visited him regularly. His new apartment was super nice. It had a balcony, two pools (one indoor and another outdoor), gym, underground parking, etc. so I enjoyed going over there.

When he invited me over, he told me to bring swimsuit. I arrived at his place, and we had a quick smoke on the balcony. I “joked” we should jerk on his balcony, but he hummed, “Wait a bit.” I assumed we were going to be lazy and chill, but he quickly said to grab our trunks since the pool closed soon. We changed in front of each other as usual and went down.

As we walked through the gate to the outdoor pool, I noticed a woman sitting on the edge chatting on her phone. “Damn somebody is here…” Al mumbled under his breath. I didn’t understand why it mattered; my brain wasn’t connecting the dots. I was just happy to be spending time with my friend. He peeked through the window behind her at the indoor pool, “That looksempty. Let’s go.”

We set our towels on a chair, and as I turned around to face him, his face looked a lot calmer. As my eyes drifted southward, I could see why he was relieved. He no longer had to hide the bulge pushing against his trunks. He stretched proudly, obviously showing off his boner as he strutted to the water. Such as exhibitionist. He hopped in and asked why I was just standing there.

My boner quickly rose in response as I waddled in. We swam around and talked, both of us trying to present our erections as obviously as possible because it mentally got ourselves and each other off. After a while, the tightness of my shorts began to hurt.

“Sorry I just gotta,” I whimpered as I pulled my shorts below of dick to release it.

“Good idea,” Al agreed as he joined me the public display. We felt so brazen and sexual; we both enjoyed having someone toexperience this with.

“Wanna skinnydip?” I finally asked.

“I do…” Al groans, “But that lady is still out there and she could walk in… but that doesn’t mean we cannot enjoy the water jets!”

I wish we could have shared one, but we both swam over to separate water jets that were along the same wall. Definitely an interesting feeling, but I didn’t like being that far from Al. I’d rather watch him than wank on my own.

We noticed the woman still outside chatting on the phone as we pushed away from the water jets. We didn’t want to feel weird nor am I one to get off in water anyways. Finally he said, “I may need to go to the bathroom. Want to come with?”

We waddled out of the pool, boners obviously suctioned against our shorts. As we walked into the bathroom, I assumed he actually had to go, but he immediately pulls out his dick and asks, “So, we going to jerk off?”

Jerking off in the openness of this bathroom was such a turn on; the perfect mix of being in public but also not a location of beingcaught easily, especially with no men around the pool that we saw. We did it various positions and location, even at one point standing on the sink, our cocks in full view of the mirror watching ourselves jerk off. It was honestly one of the hottest situations of my life.

After a bit he was like, “I don’t want to cum here. Should we head back to my place and have another smoke?” We put our dicks away, grabbed our towels and headed back up to his apartment.

We climbed the stairs, but before opening the door that goes to the floor his apartment is on, he said, “Wait, I’ve always wanted to try something. Follow me.”

We climbed to the highest level of his building and stopped, me wondering what he wants to do. He turns to me and says, “Want to see who shoots the farthest?”

Now this time I was a little more nervous about the exhibitionism. While we were on the highest floor and this apartment had anelevator that people used more frequently, all someone had to do was step out into the stairwell and they’d see two dudes just wacking it.

But Al had already pulled his dick out and was starting to crank it. Not only to not look chicken, but more importantly because I was now so turned on, I started jerking off too. We stood side by side, jacking off wildly to see who could shoot farthest and who would shoot first. We rocked into our hips, hoping that would project our cum as far as possible.

“Shit I’m about to...” Al moaned as his thrusts became more erratic. He had been known to cum pretty fast when he put some effort into it, while I was definitely someone who had to work for it more. I pumped hard and fast, nearly hurting myself just so I could catch up to where he was.

White ropes shot out of his cock. Even with the foreskin, 3 or 4 solid ropes went half way down the staircase. Seeing that, I came pretty hard. My downward curve caused my load to shoot a few steps less than his, even if I came more. We breathed in deep, coming down from the adrenalin rush of both the orgasm and the exhibitionism.

“Okay let’s go before anyone comes out here,” Al ordered as we walked down the steps around our loads. We didn’t jerk off anymore that night, but it was a good birthday celebration.

The second story I’ll tell is the last time we jerked off together. Maybe not my favorite, but being our last it left an impression.

I was preparing to leave for study abroad in England, so we were hanging out one last time before I left. Nothing big, just chillingaround his apartment, chit chatting, etc. At one point he said he need to take out the trash so I decided to go with him to keep company.

He had an indoor trash shoot that you had to go down two secluded hallways to find. The hallways were poorly lit, carpeted, andlooking back, pretty sketchy. After he threw the bag into the shoot, he looked over his shoulders in both directions.

“Want to jerk off real quick?” Al asked casually. We stepped around the corner into an even more secluded spot while palming ourselves. We leaned against the wall and pulled out our cocks, Al closing his eyes and imagining something as I mostly watched him.

He then unexpectedly came, shooting onto the carpeted floor, “Shit,” he moaned, “my bad.”

I jerked off hard to catch up, but I can’t cum that fast. He goes to the corner to keep watch as I came on the floor a few minutes after he did. As we walked away from the scene, he apologized for cumming so quick to which I responded, “Don’t worry bro, we’re just dudes being dudes having a good time.” To which he laughed, “Thanks bro.” We continued our regular hangout after.

After that, me and Al had a falling out. He had a habit of just disappearing now and again. I had a sudden family death before going to England, and when I messaged him to ask for support, he just didn’t answer. A few months later as I was overseas, he reached out to apologize, but I was a bit too hurt, maybe as a way to channel some anger about the unexpected death.When I came back we tried to reconnect, but too much time had passed.

Even a couple years ago he tried again, this time specifically apologizing for being a bad friend when I had really been therefor him. I appreciated it and we did talk for a few months, but he disappeared again and we haven’t spoken since.

I have had a couple jerk off buddies since then, but he’s definitely one that I had the most fun with and had the most in common with regarding what we enjoyed. Plus heck, he was so hot. I do hope to have another as fun as him someday, and I truly do hope my friend is doing well in life! If we could have another go round, I probably would.