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I'm So Proud of My Friend

Posted by: jstfrths Age: 37 Posted on: 22 Mar 2015 5 comments
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I came upon my friend while he was masturbating and was immediately worried that he would be embarrassed, or that I would be. To my amazement, he didn't miss a stroke, and just kept right at it.
I have been in the habit of visiting my friend Jason after work for a beer on my way home to my wife. She likes Jason and his wife Elaine and doesn't mind that I spend a half-hour or so there on my way home sometimes. All four of us went to high school together. It just seemed natural that the four of us would pair up, and remain friends. The only oddity might be that none of us have children. We talked about it from time to time, and all of us feel we just don't want that much responsibility yet. Both couples do have sex in the usual ways. We always just use protection. Jason is a graphic artist. He works at home. I'm a programmer. I work in an office with several hundred other programmers, tech support people, and so on. So, that evening, I went in the front door without knocking, as was my habit. No one seemed to be in the house, so I went on through to the swimming pool in the back yard. And there was Jason, facing away from me, sitting in a chaise lounge. I recognized his bare shoulders. I expected he was reading something on his iPad and wearing a bathing suit. Wrong on both accounts. He was bare-ass naked. I've seen his dick a time or two before - you know, changing rooms at the Y and so on. He also wasn't reading. I saw movement of his arm, and knew right way what he was doing. Being who I am, I couldn't resist: I walked around to where I could see better. What a glorious hardon! I wasn't particularly long, or fat. It just looked nice. Appealing. I liked the way he shaved all of his crotch area smooth, like I do. I wasn't sneaking up on him. Friends don't scare each other. I just came around into his view and said "Hi." And guess what? He said "Hi" back, and just kept right on masturbating like it was an everyday thing for him. And it probably is. I felt a twinge in my pants as my own penis started to rise in sympathy. No words needed to be exchanged. I took off my clothing and sat in the chair next to him and started stroking myself. Both of us were rock hard, and edging away. We are both experienced wankers (we have discussed our masturbatory habits in the past), and we could enjoy edging all evening if we so desired. You might imagine that I was even more surprised when Elaine came out carrying a tray of cold lemonade. She too, seemed to think that Jason and I were doing a totally natural thing. She didn't even bat an eyelash as she came across us jerking off together. In fact, she returned three minutes later stark naked and joined us on the third chair, ever so gently stroking her shaven slot. Jason and I are similar in appearance. We are both slim, medium height, and dress only somewhat sharply. I'm just not a T-shirt kind of guy, and neither is he. Elaine is small, thin, and keeps her straight blond hair long. My wife is the opposite of Elaine. Jeanne is a bit rounded, let's say, although not terribly so, and is 5' 10" - fairly tall for a woman. She has dark, curly hair. I did what I had to do, and exactly what I wanted to do: I phoned my wife Jeanne, who arrived a few minutes later, stripped off her clothes, and joined us for lemonade and stroking on the fourth chaise lounge. Jason and I kept up our edging. Elaine and Jeanne were in perfect synchronization. They started rubbing themselves more and more earnestly, occasionally putting fingers in their pussies and assholes, and eventually built themselves up into nearly simultaneous orgasms, arching their backs against the chairs. That sent me over the edge, which in turn set Jason over the edge. That was last weekend. Sunday is fast approaching, and no one has talked about it yet, other than the 'yes, that was nice,' kind of comments. But, we had been planning a picnic in a private place for Sunday. I'm wondering what's going to happen.