Jerking It With Mike Part I

Mike and I had been friends since our early teens. Although we had never shared any experiences or talked about much outside of some of our experiences with our girlfriends, I had always had this “itch” to see his cock and stroke it with him. Mike is a skinny build, pale of Nordic/Swedish descent who wore his hair long and had muscular arms due being a drummer. I had always thought those arms would make short hot work of my cock if I could ever get it into his hands. I’m a guitar player with longish hair and slightly browner skin with a nicely shaped cock that makes up for length with thickness. Mike and were thinking of putting a band together, and soon rented a house together with three bedrooms, two of which would be our separate bedrooms and the third a jamming room to create material for our future project. I remember when we were moving in and I was helping him move his dresser into the house which he neglected to beforehand, so the drawers were full and extra heavy. During the struggle of getting it into the house the bottom drawer fell open and a shit ton of stroke books fell out! Some hot stuff like Club, 18Eighteen, Hustler, Barely Legal, High Society, and one of my personal favorites Swank, all the same mags I coincidentally kept in the bottom drawer of my dresser! I always worried that my huge stack made me a pervert, but seeing that he had the same size stack of porn mages made me realize he was as much of a pervert as I, and I instantly felt my dick twitch and go semi-erect. He acted embarrassed and I stepped back to let him clean it up but I couldn’t help saying “Nice collection, we should trade some time.” That made him pause as if surprised and then he shyly said, “Yeah, yeah that would be cool. You’ll have to show me yours some time.” Fuck yeah I’ll show you mine sometime!” I thought to myself feeling hot and excited at the prospect. We got into a routine of coming home from our jobs at the music store, jamming for a couple of hours, then relaxing on the couch with some beers, or whiskey, and some occasional smoke while playing some old school video games or watching a movie. Then after finally calling it a night we would go to our separate rooms and jerk off to our own porn stashes. I would be jerking it for a while then get up to check if his light was still on under his door, sometimes I could hear him turning pages, sometimes I could actually hear some slippery sounding faps as he stroked his cock and it got slick with pre-cum, or spit, or whatever else he might be using for lube. My imagination ran wild. Many times I tried to get up the courage to knock, or think of some excuse to just barge in and catch him with his hard dick in his hand hoping to seize create an opportunity for us to jerk dicks together. It got to the point that I would stand outside his door listening to him stroke and I would start caressing my stiff cock through my boxer shorts. Sometimes I would poke my cock out of the opening in my boxers and slowly stroke it while I listened to him and imagined us stroking dick together. This is getting ridiculous I thought. We’re both between pussy, both like the same stroke books, both jerk it for a good hour every night, I’ve got to find some way to broach the subject with him. Finally a plan began to form in my mind, I knew just how I would do it… End of Part I