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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 26 Oct 1998 1 comments
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by Brad I was 14 and my family lived in the country with the nearest neighbors over a mile away. Being the baby of the family, my older siblings had gone off to college leaving me alone in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do. Needless to say, I beat off a lot! My Dad's Playboys provided some good inspiration, but even then I knew I wanted to know what grown men looked like all naked and hard. My parents liked to socialize and they had friends they played cards and drank with who lived about 15 miles away. I knew they had a son who was 13 but I had never met him. That changed one day when my Mom told me that their son, Rich, had gotten in trouble and had been grounded. Mom told me that Rich's mom and dad were brining him with them that evening and that I had to "entertain" him. At the time I dreaded the idea...I didnt know him, didnt know if Id like him or what we would do, but I said "OK". They showed up around 7:00 and when Rich walked in I thought..."Gee...this guy looks cool". He was shorter than I, but built bigger and looked a lot like his big brother who I had seen once before. While I was tall and thin and still boyish looking, Rich's bod showed the evidence of his being on his junior high football team. He was built more like a college guy...I guess his genes were such that the men in that family developed early or something. I was a little nervous because I thought he might be a bad-assed jock jerk. Our parents settled down to their card playing and sent Rich and me to the basement. We talked and watched TV...he was kinda shy, but pretty cool. About 10 or 11 with our parents starting to get louder upstairs after a few cocktails, a soft-porn came on the cable channel we were watching. I could tell he was into it as much as me and we started talking about sex stuff. We were sitting about a foot from each other on the couch, talking about finding our Dad's magazines, watching soft-porn on the TV, etc. I knew right then that I wasnt the only one who beat off a lot, though we didnt mentioned it. My dick was hard by that point and I stretched out just to make it plain to him I was hard just to see if he looked or said anything. I would watch him out of the corner of my eye trying to catch him looking at my hard-on, but he never did. We just sat there at that point, really quiet...the atmosphere was tense and I got nervous that he was going to accuse me of being a fag or something so I got up and went to the bathroom, hoping a piss would ease my hard-on. When I came out of the bathroom, he was nowhere in sight. I called his name...no answer. I went upstairs and looked around, but he was nowhere. I went back downstairs and noticed that the light was on in the spare bedroom down there. I slowly walked to the half-open door and looked in. I'll never forget what I saw. There he was on the bed with his pants down to his knees jerking off really fast. I stepped back so he couldnt see me and almost passed out. My heart was racing and I knew I wanted to watch him do it. I peeked back around the corner and he was still pumpin hard. His hand was wrapped aound the middle of his dick and he was pulling the skin up and down fast. His dick was really big and curved up towards his belly. I was turned on, but also amazed 'cause both his dick and his technique were different from mine. I backed up again and made a plan. I decided to walk in the room suddenly, pretending I was looking for something and acted like I didnt see what he was doing at first and then looked right at him and said, "What the hell aare you doing?!?" I acted really shocked and looked at HIM like HE was the fag. He sort of ignored me, but moved to cover himself up. I got nervous again and walked back out of the room and sat down on the couch with an ache in my cock like I'd never had. I wanted so bad to go back and watch him some more, but I was afraid hed know I was into watching him and freak out. Thank God he answered my prayers because out of nowhere, Rich walked into the family room with only his shirt and socks on! His big curvy cock was sticking up and out and bounced as he walked. He acted like there was nothing at all wrong and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a cola. He opened it and walked over to the couch where I was sitting and plopped down next to me...still hard. He told me that he was sorry, but that the movie made him really horny and he just had to beat off. I said, "OK, but why did you come out here to the family room?" He said he decided he wanted to watch more of the moive while he beat off and that if it bothered me would I please go upstairs til he was done? I froze...was this a test? I sat there for a second and said, naw, I dont wanna go up there with our parents and that I wanted to watch the movie too. I then asked right away, so he couldnt say anything, if we should take turns with each of us gettting 10 minutes alone with the movie. What he said then amazed me... He said, "Well...my brother (who was about 22 at the time and built like a brick shithouse)and I watch this stuff together all the time, it doesnt bother me if you want to stay right here and watch it". I said OK but didnt take out my dick...I just sat there while he got started jacking off again. About two minutes later he said "This is relaly making me nervous...I mean...here I am beatin off and youre just sitting there...thats embarrassing...if youre not going to beat off too then please leave me alone." I saod I understood and I wanted to also but that I wasnt gay and hed better not touch me. (What a riot huh?!?) He said, "Oh no way man!" I wasted no time in dropping my pants. He watched me the whole time so I knew it was OK with him if I looked at his dick too. We soon started talking in a regular order of 1)...how hot the movie was 2) how bad we wanted to have sex with girls 3) how much we liked to beat off 4) and commenting on the size and shape of each other cocks. We would each take quick glances at each others cocks and once we even stared right at each other, holding them by the base to compare em. It wasnt long before our loads were ready to release and he told me to stand up next to him and wed see who shot farher. There we were, 14 and 13...hard ons sticking up in our hands, hip to hip, moaning together about getting sucked on by girls, and blew our loads across the room. He shot farther, but I came more and in thicker globs. I never got to do it again. We became buds but the subject never came up and when I was 17 and knew I was gay and brought the subject of beating off together up, he got mad and never spoke to me again. Hes 30 and married with 3 kids now. I did more of the same with as many guys as a could in high school and college...using porn and pussy talk to get em to beat off with me. I am gay and not closeted now, but still love nothing more than jacking off with other guys, especially in a "lets pretend we're straight" scene. Unfortunately...its not very popular play in the gay community and Im never around horny straight guys :-(