Good Old Friend

I guess I grew up somewhat sexually repressed when I was young. I came from a religious upbringing. Premarital sex was out of the question, and same-sex encounters were out of the question. If parents and teachers didn't make it clear enough, aggressive, homophobic boys at school drew that line definitively. I've always been attracted to females, but also a little to males. I fell in love with and married a woman before I overcame my strict upbringing. Since I was in love and satisfied by our lovemaking, I figured it was a curiosity that would never be satisfied. As a teen and young adult, I was awkward sexually, even around girls. I subscribed to an adult magazine.  A friend and I would look at them together. We never masturbated together. That would have been way too much for me to handle. So I guess we would just get our dicks hard in our pants and then sneak out for a solo wank. My friend, Tom, and I are older now. We're both married to women, and we both have families.  I went for a visit a couple weeks ago to see him.  We went out to his workshop to drink beer and tell stories. With a sly smile on his face, Tom pulled out a stack of my old magazines. I had forgotten that I had given them to him when I got hitched.  "Remember these?" he said. I looked at the covers. The models had big, hairsprayed 80's hair, with their tight asses sticking out of Jane Fonda style workout spandex.  I said, "It's hard to believe that these ladies are close to 50 now". Tom frowned.  "Don't spoil it!". He started leafing through the magazines. We laughed.

I started flipping through. I flipped past the female solo photo spread.  I preferred the couples sex photos. I guess I like to see a little of both.  I started pitching a tent in my pants.  I wondered if my friend was as well.  I looked down, and said, "Looks like everything is still working down there". "No complaints here", he said.  "You're doing okay yourself", pointing at my bulge. "Now look", I said, "What's the point here? We spent a lot of time back in those days giving ourselves boners for no good reason". "Yeah..." he said, hesitatingly.  "I kind of wanted to jack off with you back then".  This surprised me. I never anticipated he would say anything like that.  I always figured straight was straight, and that he would never be into that. I expected that I would be clobbered if I ever suggested such a thing, not that I ever would have. He continued, "You were always a little.... aloof." He was being kind. I was backwards. "I didn't know how to broach the topic".  I laughed nervously.  "I would not have taken it well back then". "Back then?" He caught those words right away. I looked down at the hairsprayed nude couple in the magazine doing it doggy style. He was pulled out so that most of his length was showing, ready to ram it back in.  My dick pushed out hard. "I may bust if I don't stroke this", I admitted. Tom didn't need any more encouragement. "Make yourself at home, my friend", he said, unzipping his pants and pushing his boxers down to the floor.  I opened my own pants and pushed down the waistband of my black briefs. I noticed he had always worn boxers in the past, while I was a fashion briefs guy.  I started jacking. About a minute into it, I got to thinking.  I had never seen Tom's dick before. We've slept in the same room together. We've changed together. We've peed side-by-side, but I never peeked.  Always looked away.  I was a little curious.  I looked over. "You checking me out?", he asked. I didn't know whether he would be mad or not.

"I hadn't seen it before, so I figured, while it was out...", I said. He didn't say anything. But he took a look at mine, which was rock hard and sticking upwards at this point. Tom's dick was nice.  Not huge, but hard. His balls were shaved. You know a guy for decades, and they can still surprise you. I went back to my magazine. Hairguy was getting a nice blowjob. A few more minutes into it, and Tom looked over to me. "Since it's out...would you like to touch it?" My heart beat hard.  I had never touched another dick before. "Yeah", I said, trying to be nonchalant.   I walked over and took it into my hand.  It was soft, like velvet.  I suppose it felt like mine, but it was strange nonetheless.  I started stroking it.  I wondered if he would be offended if I felt his balls?  Well, I suppose it was too late to worry about it now.  I took his scrotum into my left hand and felt the weight of his balls.  This must have felt good, because he started pumping his hips.  I wanted to run my hand down his bare butt, but I figured I didn't want to break pace.  He was in a rhythm now.  I sped my hand up matching his pumps. His head fell back, his breathing got hard.  It was getting to the point of no return. He grunted and spilled his sperm onto the dusty floor. My dick was now dripping with precum, as he took it into his hand.  My heart was pounding in my chest. He started pumping as I had done, and it was a matter of seconds before I spurted out in his puddle.  I exhaled, satisfied. What a great experience.

I tucked my dick away in my black briefs and zipped up. He pulled up his pants and wiped up the mess with a shop rag.  It wasn't awkward at all. In fact, I think it brought us closer together. I don't know if or when the opportunity will arise again. Usually, when we're together, it's a families thing. But it might occur sometime in the future. I'm glad to have had this experience. Better late than never, right?  Still, he had a really nice young body back in the day. Just think if things had been different.