CHAPTER 3 CHRIS - BRISTOL
It was late summer and my 16th had been and gone. My mate Chris and I were both keen skateboarders and were heading to Bristol. His sister, Sophie, was three years older and a second year at the University. There was going to be a party at the nearby halls of residence and she invited us to stay over for a long weekend. She also said that we should check out Bristol as she knew there were plenty of good the skate spots.
Although Sophie was only three years older, her and her friends seemed so much more grown up than Chris and I. It did not help that at that point in time, we were both inexperienced with girls. So, being the little brother and his friend of one of the girls we naively though it would be a icebreaker and our hopes were high on getting off with one of Sophie's mates. Being good looking guys, as the girls got really drunk they began to flirt and mess about with us, being suggestive and grabbing our arses. However, we were little brother territory and suffice to say we just got all wound up, but nothing was going to happen that night.
Around 3 am, the party started had all but fizzled out to the point that it was just Sophie, her flatmate and the two of us. We decided to call it a day and headed back to Sophie's flat. The flatmate went to her room as Sophie, Chris and I crept up two flights of stairs to the spare room in the loft. Sophie went to a small sofa which she opened out into an equally small bed.
"I am sorry. You guys will have to crash on this." She said as she pulled out pillows and a duvet from a box by the sofa bed
Sophie yawned and said good night as she left, closing the door behind her. We quickly put the sheet on the bed, stripped down to our boxers and turned the light off. It was a hot night, so we didn't bother with the duvet. Laying on the sofa bed, we chatted quietly, the only light coming from the skylight above our heads. Our drunken conversation soon turned to sex, Sophie's mates and which of them we fancied. We started to go in to detail about each girl, what they would look like undressed and obviously what we would have liked to have done. Things were stirring and in the moonlight I could clearly see Chris's shorts tenting.
"Do you mind... If I... Have a wank? Can't sleep without a wank." Chris said.
"Umm... Yeah, go ahead. Don't mind me," I said.
With that, he pulled down his shorts, his cock having been caught in the waistband slapped back against his belly. Although it was dark in the room, there was enough light coming in through the small skylight to make out Chris's naked body next and to watch as he spat into his hand and began slowly stroking his now exposed and hard cock.
The thing is for as long as I can remember I had been attracted to the male physique. Bear in mind that by this point I had already some experience with a guy called Shaun a few months earlier. Suffice to say, I was attracted to girls and boys with many of my nightly fantasies being scenarios in the company of other males. So here I was the perfect situation and yet I was hesitant. It wasn't that I was shy, I was still a little unsure how much to reveal. I knew that if I had taken the initiative in this all-male matter, a knock back would have made our friendship very awkward. However, as Chris was making the first move this made things much easier.
Being a small sofa bed, we lay shoulder to shoulder, the movements of his forearm rubbing against mine. I was now getting really turned on and without saying a word, removed my shorts and joined in. We lay there side by side, naked, stroking our cocks. He spat again into his hand and continued working his cock, which now glistened in the moonlight, his hand moving up and down the length of his shaft. I could not take my eyes off this spectacle.
I quickly glanced at Chris and could see that he was also looking at me as worked my hard cock. Our eyes met and with a small laugh he said, "This is unexpected."
As I Lay there, it felt so good both in the purely physical sense and beyond that with my emotions running wild as many of my fantasised dreams were coming true. Chris shuffled his legs slightly to move his feet further apart, placing his left leg over mine.
Without realising it, our strokes had synchronised. Our wanking began to speed up and I could see that Chris was getting more and more excited, his chest rising a falling more rapidly as he got closer to orgasm. His body tensed and with a stifled moan he came. His body jerked with each shot of cum which spattered across his stomach and chest. Being this close, this intimate and seeing Chris cum was all I need to send me over the edge and I too shot my load.
We both lay there, breathing deeply, our softening cocks laying across our cum soaked bellies. I felt fantastic. My emotions ran high on that hot summer's night - a combination of a release of the frustrations brought on from the girl's cock teasing, the intimacy of the experience I had just shared with Chris, feeling a naked body next to mine and even the smell of cum that now wafted up to my nostrils.
"Wow!" I said.
With that, we both laughed.
Chris reach for and grabbed his T-shirt, wiped the cum off his body and handed it over to me.
"Good job I brought a spare".
We lay there naked and in silence. After a few minutes, Chris turned to me and in almost a whisper said that he knew I had been watching him as he wanked. I quickly came up with the excuse that I just wanted to see if he did it differently to me.
"Well, do I?" He asked.
"Yeah... Kinda. I mean, I don't spit into my hand. And you also wrap all your fingers around and use your whole hand". I replied.
He laughed, "Sure. I think your strokes are lighter than mine".
He had been watching me too.
"Are you cool with this... You know, us wanking together?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, I liked it. I wouldn't have joined in otherwise"
"It's not that I am gay or anything... Just that I..."
"It's OK. I get it. I guess some things are better shared."
"Hah," Chris laughed "That's a good way of looking at it."
The following day we continued checking out Bristol taking in a few more skate spots. It was close to dusk by the time we headed back to Sophie's flat and had picked up a few beers on the way back. Having downed a few cans along the way, I felt quite drunk as we made our way upstairs. By now it was around 10:30 and the house was silent and dark. The girls were obviously out for the night. Having spent the whole day out and about we were both quite sweaty and dirty from the skating.
"We'd better get washed. You shower first."
"Sure." I replied, "I stink."
After what had happened the night before was this an invitation to start another session. If so, I wasn't going to object. I quickly undressed and opening the shower door, stepped in. Turning on the shower a stream of warm water hit me and I started to wash away the day's grime. I could see Chris through the glass of the shower door, somewhat obscured by the droplets that ran down the glass. As he undressed for the shower I could see that he was quite limp and showed no sign of any arousal. Had I misread the situation?
"Down boy," I said to myself. "Not tonight, never mind."
The water was deliciously hot and soothed away the exertions of the day.
"C'mon twat, hurry up."
And with that, I stepped out the shower, Chris's naked body brushing against mine as he passed.
"Ah, that feels good." He said as the spray hit him.
As I towelled dry we continued chatting. It crossed my mind that we were much more comfortable being naked almost to the point that it appeared completely natural. With it still being so warm and especially being on the top floor of Sophie's flat, I hardly bothered to dry myself, enjoying how the water droplets felt cool on my skin. I had not bothered dressing and was still naked when Chris stepped out of the shower. I passed him a towel and he likewise gave himself a cursory, towelling down. He stood facing me, feet apart on the tiled floor, a stance that allowed his dick and balls to hang loose between two muscular thighs.
As we chatted in the lit bathroom, I was got to soak in the view of Chris in all his naked glory. He was great looking and knew it. Never short of female admirers, I however, knew that he had recently had the pleasure of intimate male company. I am sure those girls would be shocked if they knew what we had gotten up to.
He looked at me with a grin that beamed across his face, a look that said so much without the need for words. In that instant I knew where this night was going.
"Time for some fun, what do you say?"
I nodded. This felt strangely very natural.
When Chris and I had chatted the previous evening, I tried to make sense of my emotions, saying that I didn't feel either gay or bisexual. Sure, I enjoyed male only company and appreciated the nude male form; both being nude and with others who are nude. As I tried to put it into words I realised that what I was feeling was something unique between guys, a shared experience of being together and exploring deep masculine desires. That it is an intimate form of male bonding that goes beyond just being mates.
These thoughts flashed through my mind as we picked up our clothing and raced across the landing to the spare room we were staying in. Definitely, there was going to be a lot more male bonding.
Chris closed the door and turned the lock.
"Just in case." He smiled.
I switched the lights on.
"Whoa! Way too bright."
With this, he scrambled across the bed giving me a great view of his firm arse. He snapped the switch but it didn't come on.
"Switch the light back on a mo, it isn't plugged in."
With the light back on Chris reached down, struggling to put the plug in the socket. As he fumbled with the plug I savoured the view of his wriggling naked arse. Reaching further to connect the plug, he dropped one leg to the floor, his spread legs giving me a fantastic view. Everything I could have wished to see was on show, his arsehole, his muscular legs straining as he stretched to reach the socket, his cock and balls hanging loose between those legs.
With a click, the plug was in and the lamp came on. As if in a trance, I kept staring as Chris got up and turned to me.
"Enjoy the show?" He joked, "Like my arse?"
I simply smiled and turned off the main light.
Now that the lighting was more fitting, we stood facing each other. I stared at his cock. Starting to harden, I followed the veins that threaded down from the light bush of pubes to the foreskin. I kept my eyes fixed on is dick as it continued to rise, watching his foreskin gradually pull back to reveal the purple head of his cock. He too was focussed on my hardening cock, the veins of which became more pronounced as it hardened the flesh more taut. It wasn't long until I was fully erect, my cock upright the head fully exposed, a dull purple flesh, plump and smooth.
"I hope you don't mind me staring", I said
"Not at all." he replied smiling, "Look as much as you like."
With the light was behind Chris, he was in shadow and I couldn't see much detail so asked,
"It's a bit dark with the light behind you and... and well..."
"Yeah, yeah... Let's sit on the bed, closer to the lamp."
We sat down on the bed facing each other and, for about a minute, we just stared at each other not saying anything. He reached down, grabbing his cock, pulled back his foreskin exposing the entirety of the shiny purple head within. Something about what he did really turned me on and an intense arousal welled up within me. I responded opening my legs wide and grabbing my own cock. I was feeling completely comfortable and could see he was too. We watched each other slowly wank, occasionally looking up at each other. I was so pleased at how this was not feeling awkward, indeed Chris didn't appear shy or embarrassed at all.
"We could... since we both have got hard-ons... compare size" Chris said with a joking shrug of the shoulders.
With a mock disinterest I responded with, "Umm...I suppose we could... I mean, if you really want to"
He laughed, "Let's do it!"
Edging over to me he placed his legs over mine, sitting his arse between my thighs and lent back. In leaning back, I got a great view of his cock that pointed to the ceiling and his balls resting on his arse cheeks. What can I say, it looked amazing. His cock was perfect; long and straight with a slight upward curve and the veins were now bulging more than ever. I would say it was a good 7.5 inches, the foreskin pulled back exposing the smooth mushroom head of his cock. I could see he was bigger, but only just. I gripped the base of my cock to pump it up some, which made the veins swell and the head a deeper purple. He leaned forward pressing his cock down so that I could lay mine over his and, as I had guessed, his was slightly longer, though there was little in it. I rocked my hips slightly sliding my cock over his. The skin-on-skin contact was thrilling and as I pushed forward the tip of my cock buried itself into Chris pubes.
Simultaneously we reached out and grabbed the others cock, moving even closer, we started to rub, feel and grope. I let go of his cock and cupped the lightly haired sac of his balls. He groaned as I gently massaged his tight balls, letting them roll over my fingers. I was enjoying feeling his balls and rubbed them for a few minutes as his hand encircled my member. I moaned quietly as he pulled down on my cock. In doing this a few drops of precum leaked from the tip, which he smeared around the head of my cock with his thumb. He slowly brought his hand all the way back up making sure to pull the foreskin up over the tip and then eased it back, the feeling of the foreskin retracting over the glans caused the most exquisite pleasure. He used his hand to explore; he ran his finger softly along the veins of my penis, caressed my balls and ran his fingers through the light hair above my penis.
Facing each other on the bed, legs intertwined, his balls in one hand and cock in the other, I took in a deep breath, delighting in the manly odour.
"This feels fantastic ", whispered Chris "Love feeling your cock."
"Me too" I gasped.
Chris moved his hand away from my cock and pushed me on to my back. He then climbed on top and looking me in the eyes wrapped his arms around me tightly and started to rub his crotch against mine.
"Uhhh", I gasped, "That's amazing."
Our cock and balls rubbed together taking me to another level of a heightened enjoyment. Both our eyes were now closed as the held each other tight. Chris quickened his pace for a few seconds then slowed again before moving faster. Alternating between a few quick and a few slow thrusts had both of us in ecstasy and the need to cum was potentially getting close.
"Whoa, better slow down", I said "or I am gonna cum. I want this to last."
He stopped his grinding and then something unexpected happened; Chris kissed me. Initially on the lips he then pulled me into him, with a masculine embrace and looking me in the eyes, kissed me. It was a kiss like no other, certainly unlike anything I had had from girls. It was a masculine kiss; Hard, firm, passionate, deep. Kissing him back with the same intensity, I could felt the heat of his body against mine, hard cock against hard cock, his firm grip around my body. As horny as this was, being still gave my now very sensitive cock a chance to settle down some. I took this opportunity to explore Chris' body, running my hands up and down his strong back and over his muscular arse. I loved feeling his arse and started to vigorously knead and grip his firm cheeks which made Chris kiss me even harder. This purely masculine embrace and making my heart pound like crazy.
"Ummmm, what a good kisser." I said.
He simply responded with a low growl "HMMM."
Still in our embrace, kissing, I reached in between us tightly gripping his cock in my hand. A shiver of pleasure ran through Chris' body and a muffled whimper of delight escaped his mouth. I felt its warm, throbbing, silky smoothness and steely hardness as I firmly slid my hand up and down it a couple of times, peeling his foreskin back and forth over his swollen knob head. He continued to moan softly as I stroked his cock for a minute or so and could tell he was totally lost in the moment.
I then rolled him on to his side allowing me to wrap my hand around both of our cocks. By now we had stopped kissing and would alternate gazes between my two cock wank and each other's eyes.
He kissed me again and climbed on top of me and with short fast thrusts began to grind his crotch into mine. The bed began creaking which forced Chris to ease off a little so as not to make too much noise. He switched from thrusts to grinding hard against my crotch and, if truth be told, I preferred this and was getting off more from this physical, muscular kneading. Faster and faster he rubbed his cock and balls into mine, both of us becoming sweaty from the physicality of our sexual play. The pleasure from our actions became more intense and our cocks throbbed as the arousal became greater and greater. I started to breath heavily and gasp until Chris whispered loudly in my ear.
"This is so fucking hot ", he moaned.
"I know", I said "I'm so turned on."
He stopped his grinding and looked into my eyes and said "I wanna see you cum."
He slid off me and stood by the bedside motioning to me to join him, which I duly did. We both reached down for the other's cock, now almost desperate to enjoy the release that came with orgasm. Staring down, it was a beautiful sight, hands stroking cocks as we whispered encouragement to each other. I found this incredibly horny, both the pleasure of being wanked and of playing with another cock.
By now we were both so worked up. My heart was racing and felt light-headed and with my orgasm building knew it wouldn't be much longer. Knowing that he wanted to see me cum, I stepped back to give Chris a better view. I groaned lightly as I felt my balls tighten up and cock started to jerk. I too looked down as the first jet of sperm shot from my cock, the hot juice arched up into the air before hitting his stomach. Chris kept wanking my cock as it continued spurting cum in all directions; across his stomach, thighs and even my own hand which was still wrapped around Chris' cock. My body jerked as he gripped my cock tightly and the last of the cum oozed out over his fingers, falling to the floor.
It was so horny having another male to watch me spunking.
Milking out the final dribbles, he whispered, "Dirty boy! Now do me!"
Although still a bit lost in my own fading pleasure, I grasped Chris' cock again and resumed wanking, finding it more arousing than I thought I should and maybe more than Chris realised. Fully absorbed in this purely male experience and having just watched my own spunking I was really eager to watch Chris cum. This would be the first time I would actually watch another guy orgasm. My wanking was aided by my own cum, a load of which now coated my hand, as my fingers glided up & down his hard penis. It was a sight to behold, my hand working his cum-slicked shaft. A combination of sweat and cum filled the air with a deliciously masculine aroma.
"Come on," I urged, "Spunk up, lemme see you shoot!"
"Nearly there!" came the muttered reply as Chris leaned against me, engrossed in what I was doing to his firm young cock. My wanking and of course the way he had worked himself up in bed had excited him greatly and in no time, he was shaking with sheer pleasure as his cock throbbed in my hand. The first jet of sperm shot out hitting my chest, a second, my forearm. More and more juice spurted from his jerking cock. He was what I would later come to know as being a heavy cummer and I had never seen so much before. His cock carried on spraying the stuff everywhere, thankfully, mostly over me.
"Carry on... don't stop... it's just great!" he said between noisy gasps for air.
I carried on. Knowing that his cock will now be a lot more sensitive the strokes became lighter and slower, just as when I wanked. His cock was really slippery, both it and my hand were now coated in both our spunk. As I slowly ran my hand up and down his now softening cock, smearing cum back and forth I couldn't help but question what was going on. This is sure taking male-bonding to another level. This was without a doubt the sexiest wank I'd ever had. As for Chris he was far too lost in the pleasure I was still giving him.
Watching his orgasm was fascinating. I had really enjoyed wanking with another boy, seeing the hot white cum spurting out his cock, making another boy lose control and go all weak at the knees as he enjoyed his orgasm.
Eventually, Chris came around and his breathing began to return to normal. I gave his cock a final squeeze releasing the last drops of sperm from the shaft.
"Oh boy!" He grinned.
Stepping back facing each other we could now see the sweat and cum which now liberally covered by body.
"You shot loads!" I said, gesturing to the stuff that covered my body as well as that on the floor.
"That's 'cos you did it so good!" He muttered as he arched his back and started to rub his cock against mine. It felt even sexier than earlier now that both our cocks were slippery with spunk. Almost a little shyly, we hugged each other. Post orgasm, with the erotic arousal disappearing and our cocks becoming soft we both became aware of a wet sticky mess that was gluing us together.
After a quick kiss, Chris said, "Better get cleaned up."
He grabbed some tissues from his bedside cabinet and tossed a couple over to me whilst wiping cum off his chest. It took a while and quite a few handfuls of tissue paper until we were both dry.
Chris sniffed, "Better open the skylight, this place stinks of spunk."
We also had to deal with the cum that had fallen to the floor, thankfully the room hand bare boards and not carpeted. With that last task, the box was finished.
Looking at the pile of damp tissues scattered across the floor, I suggested that, "We should also buy another box of tissues or your sister is going to think we are a right pair of wankers."
Finally, cleaned up, we pulled on fresh boxers on and lay on the bed. By now, we were both completely exhausted and simply looked at one another, not saying a word. Within no time, I eyelids became heavy and the both of us fell asleep and slept soundly.
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