My New Jerk Buddy

I met my friend at the local church I was attending; I live with my wife live in a coastal country town in Australia; he and his wife recently moved to the same town. One day he turned up at our bible study group.  I started chatting to him and I could tell he was lonely; he is also a quiet man and one of few words.  I asked him if he’d like to have a coffee with me.  He liked the idea so we arranged it. 

As we chatted over coffee, I could sense from some of the things he said that he masturbates.  It came out in his expressions of general feelings of guilt and sin.  I, too, was lonely, and masturbation was the only thing I had in life that was totally my own and over which I was the only one in control.  So I took a risk with him and told him that I masturbate, to try and draw him out.  His reaction was wonderful and he was so excited and relieved to find someone who understood.

To cut a long story short, over the next few coffee dates much of our conversation was nothing else but all things sexual.  We gave voice (for the first time ever) to our fantasies, our sexual desires, our sexual practices, while perving on every female who passed us.  One day I was at my “secret place”, as I call it, a well concealed place in a dense crowd of trees and bushes on a cliff overlooking the ocean.  I’ve been there often to masturbate.  It is a safe place so I can strip totally naked and go for it.  One day while there I took some selfies of my stiffy and decided to take a risk and send one to my friend.

I selected some photos I thought would be most suitable to send him.  In my photos I was naked and surrounded by bushes and leaves all around me except for the side which overlooked the ocean, and my stiffy stood proudly – and sent them.  I was a bit apprehensive about how he would receive them but I felt that my trust in him would be justified.  I didn’t have to wait long for his reply – he loved them.  He loved my cock. He loved that I sent them to him.  He was excited about it.

On one of our coffee dates following the photos we decided we should get together to masturbate.  He said he knew of a place where we could go, so we set the date and he drove us to a reasonably concealed spot on the river bank which, while in view of a house, was still a fair way from it, and the occupants would have to approach the car to see what we were up to.  He had been there himself to masturbate on a few occasions, so he knew it well.

But going back a bit, a funny thing happened after we left the cafe and were in the carpark about to get into the car.  As he was about to get in, I said, “Hang on.  There’s something I’ve always wanted to do”.  I came around to his side, got close to him, and groped him on his dick and balls through his shorts.  I held them and worked them with my fingers for a few seconds, said Thanks, and went back to the passenger side and got in.  He seemed pleased and we drove out onto the road to go home.  Before we’deven got to the end of the block, he suddenly pulled over to the side of the road, stopped the car, and leaned over and grabbed my package through my shorts.  He was very excited, and now I was too.  This was all so new and exciting for us.

So the day finally came for our tryst.  We had both taken our pills which enable us to maintain erection before we drove to the river, so we were prepared for a good time.  On the way I started groping him as he drove.  When we arrived at our spot, we sat in the front seat at first.  We were both a bit shy and we sat there for a few seconds or a minute, both wanting to get on withit.  So I took my shorts and undies off and my dick was half stiff.  I started stroking it and he quickly removed his shorts and undies.  We took a look at each other’s dick, and made appropriate comments, then started stroking.  In no time at all, we had each other’s in our hand, and it felt fabulous.  I was thinking that this was a dream come true, and I couldn’t believe it was really happening.  Here I was with my pants off, erection in hand, with my now good buddy doing the same, and jerking each other off – it was almost surreal.  I wanted it to go on forever. 

After a while doing this, we removed to the back seat.  When we got seated, I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth – this was something I had only done once before as a teenager and had completely forgotten what it was like, and I was very keen to take this opportunity.  I remember putting my mouth over his knob and being able to smell the faint aroma of testosterone.  His pubic hairs, which weren’t thick, were around my mouth and face.  And the taste of his cock was nice; I was surprised at how much I liked it.

As I sucked and bobbed my head up and down his cock, I could feel the softness of his knob on my tongue, and then the hardnessof his shaft, as I slid my mouth over it – it was a lovely sensation, the softness of his knob, the hardness of his shaft, and back again, up and down.  I’ve watched women online sucking cock, and am often amazed at how they can deep throat cocks, some of which are monsters.  I wanted this to be really good for my friend and I also wanted to experience deep throating, so I tookhis cock down into my throat.  And while I was doing this, I was also caressing his balls and stroking his cock.  I don’t know which of us was enjoying it most.

He has a good sized dick for sucking – it isn’t a monster and is perfect for comfortable sucking (our cocks are pretty much thesame size as each other – in the category of average size).  So I was able to get his cock into my throat and manage it comfortably except for the occasional gagging.  I did this for a few minutes and absolutely loved it.  This was another dream come true, a fantasy that I never thought would be realized.  The sensations on my tongue were fantastic – soft to hard, soft to hard – as I swirled my tongue around his meat.  Wow!  The faint scent of testosterone, the hairs touching my face, his cock in my face and filling my vision – and my mouth filled with a man’s cock!  It gets me hard even as I’m describing it to you.  It was beautiful; it wasintoxicating; and so erotic.  I felt a bond forming with him through this new intimacy.  It wasn’t something that would interfere with our marriages or with any part of our lives.  Rather, it was compartmentalized – a separate activity which was unconnected to anything else in our world.  It was enrichment of our lives, liberating; and our age became irrelevant.

He had to ask me to stop sucking him because he didn’t want to cum too soon.  And he wanted to stroke my dick; he says he really likes mine.  He knelt on the floor of the car between my legs in order to play with me.  I was amazed at the way he looked at it as he stroked it, and my cock was as stiff as a board.  The look on his face was wonderful as he tenderly stroked it up and down, and used his hands and fingers in different and magical ways.  I asked him on another occasion if he’d ever had a jerk buddy, and he said he’s never touched a cock other than his own.  Could have fooled me – what he did to me was incredible.

We played with each other for a couple of hours, watching the river flow past while we were hidden among the bushes – it was idyllic and erotic.  Then I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth and enjoyed him again, and he came in my mouth.  I was thrilled because I really wanted this to happen.  I swallowed it because that’s what I’ve seen on the porn vids, and I wanted to know what it was like. I didn’t cum, which is not uncommon for me, because I have ED and this seems to have affected me in that way.  But I still had a fabulous time with him.

When we’d finished we went to the café.  As we sat there I could still taste his cum in the back of my throat and it was a nice reminder of our adventure as we drank our coffees.  On that day, through a simple act of masturbation, we had become friends.  I believe that’s what is called “male bonding”.  Neither he nor I are into kissing or anal sex; we just share a love of cocks; and when we shared ours with each other, we became best friends.

I still fantasize about meeting a total stranger and masturbating with him though.  I visualize advertising on Craig’s List, or hanging around known gay cruising spots, or finding a masturbation group where we all sit around naked and playing with ourselves.  But there are too many complications with such arrangements for a person in my circumstances.  What I have with my friend is comfortable, convenient, safe, and enjoyable.  We get together occasionally and have a pleasurable time with each other’s cocks, and then we go home.  In between times we send each other porn links that we’ve found particularly arousing, of both female and male sex acts; and I like sending him selfies of my stiffy. 

I have another adventure we had which I want to write about and will do so later.