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James

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 26 Oct 1998 1 comments
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James has been my best friend for over 20 years. We met in college, and after graduation shared a house together for six years before I met my lover and he got married. He's irretrievably straight and even though we've had sex together twice over those years, I don't think he really enjoyed either occasion. But perhaps because we've sucked each other's cock, we are easy about sex and can talk about it freely, especially about masturbating, which we both still enjoy, although not together, much as I'd like to. In those days after college, I was walking past his bedroom one day. The door didn't close properly, and through the crack between the door and the doorframe, I discovered that I had a very narrow but perfect view into his room. He was sitting in an easy chair in front of the window, facing me, stark naked, a skin mag in one hand and his eight inch boner in the other. He had one foot drawn up onto the chair, and his balls bounced gently against the cushion as he stroked himself. It was an awesome sight. What made the whole thing even hotter was that the bathroom was directly opposite my viewing point. I wasted no time in slipping in there and hauling out my rapidly hardening cock. For the next few minutes I was in jerkoff heaven alternately watching my best friend masturbate and checking out the reflection of my own raging erection in the bathroom mirror. Then he threw back his head, his jism spit out of his cock and ran down over his fingers and balls, I blew my load across the bathroom and into the sink. This happened many times over the next few years. We never talked about it at the time, and many years later, when I finally told to him about it, he said that he never knew I was watching him, but that he was glad I'd gotten such a thrill out of it. Now, years later, we've agreed that sex between us is never really going to feel right, but he still turns me on. He's got a really beautful ass, and even when he isn't hard his cock and balls are still the biggest I've ever seen on a guy. He doesn't wear any underwear, and the bulges in his jeans still stir me with memories of what I used to watch. He knows this, and it's cool with both of us. There's a bit of an exhibitionist in both of us, so on days like yesterday, when we both arranged to take the afternoon off and hang out together, drink some beers, and work on a computer game, we both enjoy the sexual tension in the air that's better than actual sex for us. I can freely admire his denim-clad equipment, and he doesn't mind if I have to openly rearrange mine once in a while. When he left, we hugged each other, and I reached down, fondled his asscheek, and touched a finger to his butthole for a second. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips, and then we broke apart, smiling. I guess I was a few beers over my limit, because after dinner, when I went into my study to settle into a big old comfortable chair and read for a while, I started to get real drowsy. It had been a warm day, but the evening was starting to cool down. I'd stripped down to a tshirt and boxers, but I pulled a light blanket up over me as my eyes got heavy. I don't even remember putting my hand down into my boxers. I do remember the dream, though. I had James on his back on a bed, and when I opened his jeans his cock leaped up to my mouth and my mouth drove him and his cock crazy. He gasped and twisted under my lips until I pulled back and watched a slow stream blow out of his dickhead. And at that exact moment I woke up, my fist wrapped around my boner and cum soaking my blue and white striped boxers. In all these years, I've only blown my load in my pants once before and the sensation, lying there, half asleep and knowing only that I was creaming my shorts with shot after shot of cum was fucking heaven. I wonder what James will think the next time we get to talking about masturbating.