My Bud Talked Me Into Masturbating For Him

I was on business travel to a city that I frequented at the time where I had a friend. During one of the first times I traveled there, we were to meet up and go out for dinner. It had been crazy hot that day (100F). Not something I was used to and so I was worn out from a long day and in desperate need for a shower. I was not ready to just meet up for dinner, so I suggested that he pick up a six pack and meet me at my hotel first so that I could clean up and we could relax for a while first. I was further delayed, and by the time I got to the hotel lobby he was already waiting when I arrived. So, I checked in and we had a quick beer before I went into take my shower. Oddly, while in the shower I heard him come in to pee and, thinking back, I think he also took a peek. In fact, I know he did. We had been pretty close buddies when he lived nearby and we went camping and so on, so modesty was not an issue. Since it was still warm, I came out in my towel; I was still hot and thought I would cool off more before getting dressed and so stayed in my towel and enjoy a second beer. Of course, the towel was small, and my dick puffed up because of the weather and being away from home... and it showed. He sat on the small sofa and me on a ottoman nearby. I might have been showing a bit. I became a bit self-conscious being in my skimpy towel and was aware of course that I was feeling horny and showing it. Then he openly commented on my state and said not to be embarrassed. We enjoyed our beer and continued to chat when he gave me this odd sort of head nod. He in fact encouraged me to lose the towel. Huh? Yeah. I'm not sure what he said, but he expressed a curiosity just to see my dick. Said he always wondered what I was packing, just an innocent male curiosity, nothing to it was the suggestion. And I suppose that I wanted to show off my penis. So, me sitting entirely naked, and he totally clothed, was awkward, but honestly titillating. He then noted that I must be horny being away from home since I was puffed up, and at that point I was growing a bit. I was enjoying the cooling air on my naked body. After some more casual chatting, he admitted that he was "just curious" how big I was. I was embarrassed to answer, feeling self conscious that I was starting to sport wood. He said, "oh come on, we all measure. Ok, seven"? I said. "Really"? said he. He admitted that he was only about five or so. Then he wanted to see me all the way hard. "Come on, show me, prove it". "WHAT? Get out". He insisted, saying really no big deal, we all get hard and he just want a look. Please do him the favor. Having just about finished my second beer, and honestly sort of turned on by the idea of showing off my tool, I obliged by feeling myself a bit and gently stroking several times. It only took a little bit more to get fully hard. I was quickly poking straight up. "Satisfied"? I asked. He complimented me and asked for a close look. He said ok but he wanted to measure and not having a ruler, he just wanted to feel it in his hand for a second for comparison. "shoot, ok a second, but then I'm getting dressed" I said, but I think I really wanted my dick grabbed. His touch was hot. damn. Downing the rest of my beer, I broke away saying let's have that last beer. My heart starting to race now. Naturally you know where this story winds up. I came back with a beer for both of us and handed it to him, needing to get close again. He gave another quick feel and then asks me if I'm sensitive behind my balls and just under my dick head. I bashfully admit and point to my hot spot for some reason, saying yeah, here is best. He says, "let me see that again and show me how I like to stroke". I sat on the coffee table right in front of him and just showed off my hard on and stroked for a minute. So, he just sort of kept on coaxing and daring me to stroke more. I stopped and said "this is a bit too weird". He scoffed and said "so what, we all masturbate", but I said "yeah but I am totally naked and you sitting there clothed and it's a bit awkward. How about you show me yours too"? But he was resolute to stay entirely clothed and pointed out that it would be more odd for two straight guys to be naked. I had no come back. And anyway he said that I obviously needed a stroke since I was away from home and was gonna do it later, so why not let him watch for a little bit before we head out to dinner. At this point I was getting worked up and really wanted to pleasure myself and did a bit more and it felt good. Since I was still sitting on the coffee table close to him I started to admit to myself that I was enjoying showing off my hard cock and private act of self pleasure. He remained totally dressed and zipped up. So, I stroked a bit more but then stopped. Sip of beer, casual chat, me hard and starting to ache, I stroke some more again, this time a bit longer, and stop again. I'm thinking that I would try to calm down - it was just too embarrassing to totally give into fully masturbating, but he encouraged me to continue. Finally I was at that point where I could not help myself and just needed to keep masturbating and I felt myself drawn into the pleasure and started to loose myself in it. I just let myself go and fully masturbate and enjoy myself, feeling my balls and tits, stroking gently and then hard, moaning, edging, stroking, stopping, stroking. A few times I came back to reality and felt embarrassed and said "ok, let's go to dinner", but just a look or word from him was enough to get me to touch myself again and get into stroking again. I suggested a few times that I had enough and let's go to dinner, and he just looked at me like come on you want to do it, so do it. I knew I was getting to the point of no return, but I did not want to totally humiliate myself and cum in front of him - I mean the normal straight guy code is that it is sort of embarrassing to pop wood in the gym, not to even think of spraying a load in front of another guy. Also, if I came there would be no denying that I masturbated in front of him. I could deny that if I did not cum. I could not say that I just popped a boner for a minute. Oh my gosh, I wanted to cum more and more, but the thought of the humiliation of loosing my load in front of another guy was just too much. I started to fight it. I lost track of how many times I came to the edge and stopped, and eventually fighting back cumming. He was just enjoying the show, knowing that I needed to shoot and enjoy my self-humiliation. Even after I knew I was past the point of no return and I would just have to cum. Finally he suggested that I just let go. No I said. But then I had to masturbate some more - especially seeing how intrigued he was to watch. I was so hard and totally red/purple. Almost gasping for breath, saying out loud no, I don't want to cum and he saying let it loose, it's ok, you need it. He knew my pleasure was about to over take whatever scrap of self-respect I might still be clinging to. Finally he just calmly directed me to cum. "Go ahead and shoot your load for me now - do it"! And with that, I just HAD to finish myself off. I shot and shot and shot far, launching some on him even, and just making a complete mess. Breathless, humiliated, relieved. I slunked off and cleaned up and got dressed and came back out of the bathroom. Off to dinner. He just said "thanks for showing me", and then we were back to normal conversation. There were other trips and more showing off. Drop me a comment and share your story of being made to show off and maybe I will post more.