Taylor's Visit to my College Town
I was tearing around campus on my bike on a Friday afternoon. One minute I had been enjoying a late Friday afternoon in my college town, taking in the people, the sounds and smells of late Spring. Then I realized, shit, he's coming in tonight. I had lost track of time and he had probably been waiting on me. "He" was Taylor, a close friend from high school who was about to get married but was making time to take a road trip to see me first. I appreciated the commitment, because it involved a six plus hour road trip from our hometown. It was before everyone had cell phones and he was probably waiting in the parking lot where I told him to meet me, wondering where the hell I was.
As I picked up pace back to my car so I could rack my bike and go pick him up I was thinking about what we might do during his visit. We could head to the beach, ride bikes around campus, go out to some clubs, eat some different food, whatever. It should be easy since Taylor was an easy-going spirit. Well, except when it came to sports. He was very athletic, played soccer mostly but was a natural athlete and very competitive.
When I pulled up in the parking lot, he was sitting on the hood of his car. If he was pissed at me for being late, he didn't show it. We gave each other a big hug and then we jumped in our cars and he followed me back to my place. I was living in a converted warehouse space in an artists' community. It was cheap and very rustic. I had a shared bathroom and a community shower that was outside and without walls, just a platform with a shower head behind the next building. It was semi private because there was no regular foot traffic through there. It was all definitely a bohemian college experience.
Taylor adjusted well to it. We headed out for the downtown college scene, got some food and looked around town a bit. It was nice to share this new experience with him.
That night I told him he could sleep on the sofa or in the loft and I would sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag. He made himself comfortable on the sofa and we were chatting in the dim light from the moon coming in the window before bed. I don't recall exactly what we were talking about, but when I looked up at him on the sofa, I did a double take because of the dim light..was he? Yep, for sure, he had his hard dick out and was just stroking it without a care in the world. It was light enough that he knew I would see but obviously didn't care. It was one of those moments where you think you know what you would say or do, but you never really know until it happens. He was hung, so I can see why he was confident in how it looked, I just never expected him to do that.
"Don't be shy," I said or something like that, unsure of how to react. He was chill af, "not me, I'm never shy." What? But he was or seemed so sometimes, I really didn't expect this whole situation, but it was exciting and I appreciated his boldness. It was time to make a decision, so I paused for just a minute but my hard cock was telling me it needed to be stroked too, so I popped it out and started jerking slowly too.
From then on, talking about anything except what we were both doing seemed ridiculous.
Any other topic seemed like a farce, so I asked, "how often do you jack off?"
"Not as much these days, but I used to 6-7 times a day when I was living in my campus apartment."
"What? 7 times? You are an olympian!"
He said, "I would stroke it right in front of the window in the second floor apartment I was living in, watching students walk back and forth on their way to class." "Really?? No one ever saw you or complained?"
He kind of giggled, "Nope, you would be amazed at how many people just never look up." We both had a laugh about that. Meanwhile, my head is swimming with a hundred other questions: "He likes being seen naked? How come you never tried this before in front of me? Had he thought about it? Why didn't we ever have each other sleep over before? Could it have been like this all along? How big is that, cause it looks big af?"
I didn't ask any of that. I wanted to know so much more and at the same time didn't want to push anything too far and spoil the fun that was going on. It was super chill and time kinda slowed down. I was in no rush to cum or for this to be over. We chatted and stroked. I wanted to watch him more than I let on, or at least I think so.
I asked if he minded if I sat on the sofa too. "That's cool," is all he said in his typically reserved way. I sat next to him and we kept stroking, increasingly comfortable. From that position it was easier to see and be seen. Both were hot. My cock was throbbing and I imagined his was too. It looked swollen af.
"Need a hand?," I asked him with a laugh so I could play it off if he said no or was freaked out by the idea. A brief pause and I hoped I didn't ruin things..
"Go for it," he said with a smirk and looked down at his raging cock, taking his own hand off of it to make room. My mind is racing, thinking, `This is Taylor, with his dick out in my place and we are beating off together, as I kept processing all of this. He had been like a brother. We had spent so much time together but never like this in any way. I reached out with the hand that wasn't already busy and wrapped it around his shaft. It was thick and warm and reacted with a throb when I grabbed it. He just smiled and watched while I worked it in time with mine. "That feels good," he said and I agreed.. I said, "If you want to help, and looked down at my lap." He smiled and said something about it seeming fair since I was helping him.. He nudged my hand off of my cock and replaced it with his, getting the stroke in pace with how I was working his. That relaxed me and I got into it, loving the moment and wishing it would last.
And the funny thing was, it all seemed so natural, like we did this all the time. Well, I guess we did just not together, not before that night. He could last a long time, something I was working on, controlling when I cum. So I had him slow down on me for a bit while I worked his cock. We went like that for a while, pants at our ankles, sitting on the sofa next to each other, sharing a new secret. It was super erotic and I let myself get into it until we both blasted and cleaned ourselves up.
I was worried that he may act funny the next day or that this may somehow come between us as friends. Far from it. It was the beginning of a new part of our friendship that allowed us to play and have a new kind of fun, guilt free and without weirdness for many years. Years later, I still remember the trip he made to visit me and wonder how much of any of that was planned on his part or was it just a random, horny moment? Either way, I am glad that he was bold enough to whip it out and take a chance on how I may react. I have replayed that scene in my head many times since and wish I knew what he recalls and what details I may have forgotten. I may ask him one day if I get the right opportunity.