As related to Michael Stewart and written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1989. Copyright (c) 1989, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.
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"After The Circle-Jerk"
[nb. The prelude to this story appears in "senior-circle-jerk".]
Although I was glad of Seth's help in cleaning up after our friendly little circle-jerk, I was a little embarrassed about the whole thing. He had seen me staring at him while it was going on, and I know he had been watching me. Still, I chalked it up to the beers and the "heat of the moment," and figured that if he thought it was OK to look, I could too.
Seth, of course, was one of my best friends then and now. He was the same age as I was, 18, and like myself, hasn't changed that much in the past ten years. He was taller than my 5'7", being 6' tall, and heavier than my 135 pounds, but I'm not sure by how much. I had brown hair, blue eyes and moustache, and Seth had brown hair, green eyes and instead of a moustache, he had a really hairy chest and stomach. Watching that hairy chest and stomach and crotch of his had really turned me on during our circle jerk, but I wasn't quite ready to admit that yet, even to myself. Come to think of, his dick had turned me on too; it was a little longer and a little thicker than my own 7" rod.
It didn't take long to clean up the mess from the party and the circle-jerk, and I think most of the conversation was about Todd's huge cock. Neither of us could believe anything that big, but since we'd seen it, I guess we didn't have much choice. Neither of us really said anything else till after we'd finished cleaning up and had plopped down on the big platform bed in my room/basement. Come to think of it, neither of us said very much then, either; I know I was embarrassed. Seth was the first one to bring "it" up.
"Ya' know, Jeff," he said -- I'm Jeff, by the way -- "Todd's not the only one with a big dick."
"Who are you talking about?" I asked.
"You," he said.
I didn't quite know what to say. I was very embarrassed -- I'm sure I was blushing furiously -- but at the same time I was very turned on, and it wasn't my imagination that I had gotten very excited looking at Seth's body and dick. I finally decided that since we were alone and since he was such a good friend that I could level with him.
"Yours looked bigger than mine," I said.
He chuckled a little, and then was quiet for a minute. I felt VERY funny about the whole thing -- perhaps he felt the same way. It was weird, though; even though I'd shot one of the largest loads of my life a half an hour ago, I felt myself getting hard again, thinking about Seth's dick and his really masculine body. Then Seth spoke.
"Do you want to see it again?"
If my heart didn't stop, it certainly skipped a few beats. I wanted to. In fact, I wanted to shout, "YES!" but I was concerned what he might think of me. As much as I wanted to see it again -- heck, as much as I wanted to jerk off with him again -- I figured I'd better say no or he'd think I was queer (it didn't dawn on me till later that he WAS queer, and that so was I, and he knew it before I did). I turned around to see the expression on his face, to see if he was serious -
- and saw him there with the top button on his jeans open and his hand stuffed down into them, playing with what was obviously a hard-on. All my objections just died away, and I mutely nodded yes.
Seth didn't even both to get up. Instead, he positioned himself a bit more firmly on the bed and tugged down his zipper, peeling open the jeans, his other hand still stuffed down his briefs. He pulled that one out, and then, lifting his ass up a little off the bed, tugged down both his jeans and his briefs.
I don't know what the expression on my face was, but I know I couldn't take my eyes away from his dick. It stood almost straight up from his ultra-hairy crotch, bending "up" a little towards his stomach. I finally broke the stare and looked up at his face, right into his eyes. I had never really paid that much attention to his eyes before, except to notice that they were green, but now they seemed something else...deep is probably the best way I could describe it. At the time, I was still a little too freaked out to realize it, but it's from that moment -- when I first looked into his eyes after getting an up-close look at his dick -- that I "date" my realization that I was into guys, and that I had the hots for Seth.
All of that was still in the future, though. When I looked up at his face, he said, "You like what you see?" I nodded. He said, "Let me see yours again." I was so "under his spell," I didn't even think twice. I laid back on the bed, next to him, and opened up my jeans the same way he had done. My dick was already hard as a rock, and when I finished tugging my jeans and briefs down, it stood up in the air, bending to the right, right toward Seth (a coincidence).
"Nice dick, Jeff!"
"Thanks," I said -- gulped -- "you too."
When I felt his hand brush my balls and wrap around my shaft, I almost jumped right off the bed. I wasn't expecting that. It startled me, but it felt good. I groaned a little, and he jerked on my shaft a little.
"Feel good, buddy?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure does, buddy!"
"Do mine a little."
I did. I made sure I did the almost the same thing with my hand that he had done with his, but a little differently. I brushed his balls the same way, only I also made sure that I rubbed the side of my hand against some of his pubic hair. He had such a hairy crotch, and that was really turning me on. Then I grabbed his shaft. What a weird feeling! It not only looked bigger than mine, it felt bigger too, and thicker. This was the first time I had ever touched another guy's cock, and it was an incredible feeling. It got me real hot, and I started jerking his shaft too, while he jerked on mine.
"Hey, buddy," he said, "that feels real good. You're a real good jerk-offer!" He shifted a little, like he was trying to fuck my hand. I did the same thing, and said, "You too, pal."
We laid there like that for a couple of endless minutes, him stroking my rod and me stroking his. I quickly developed a "what the fuck" attitude, and decided to go for broke. "Seth," I said, "can I see your chest again?"
He stopped stroking me, so I stopped stroking him. I figured I'd really put my foot in my mouth this time. After a few breaths, he asked, "My chest turn you on?"
Oh shit -- what the fuck do I say? I finally decided to be honest. "Yes."
"You want to see my hairy chest?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Say it."
I took a breath. "I want to see your hairy chest."
"Yeah," he said, and with that, started working on his own dick, taking nice long strokes on it, "my fucking hairy chest turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," I said, "it does."
"You want to touch it too?"
"Yes." I did. I didn't know it until he asked me, of course, but I did. I wanted to run my hands all over that hot chest of his, run my fingers through it all.
"Open my shirt."
My fingers were shaking so badly, it was difficult, but one by one I opened the buttons on his shirt. Each time I touched him, it felt like an electrical shock going through me, starting at my fingertips and going straight to my dick. He kept stroking himself as I worked on his buttons. Finally, I'd reached the last one, and was just about to peel back the shirt when he said, "Wait!"
I froze. He looked me straight in the eye, and said, "Let me hear you say it again." I knew what he meant, and decided to let him hear all of it.
"I want to see your hairy chest. I want to touch it, I want to run my fingers through that macho hair on your chest. I want to feel it with both my hands while you jerk on your dick." Shit! Just saying it had me too fucking hot to believe! He relaxed his neck, laying his back down flat on the pillow, and closed his eyes, just saying four words: "Go for it, buddy!"
I did, with a vengeance. I threw his shirt open, and took a good, hard look, starting at his neck and working down. Just under his adam's apple was a little tuft of hair, and I reached my shaking fingers over and brushed it, lightly. That tuft of hair went down a little, then blossomed into an incredible furry covering. It was so dark, and so wiry -- and it felt so good to my fingers. I ran them all over his chest, and down to his furry stomach, where the texture changed a little, and then back up again. I ran my fingers over his nipples, surprised at how stiff they were. As I moved my hands up and down his torso, I could feel the muscles underneath the skin tensing as he stroked his dick. He still had his eyes closed, but I didn't mind -- that gave me the freedom to touch that fucking hairy hot chest of his. I guess it had always turned me on, but I never realized it before.
I could see/feel Seth jerking on his rod faster and faster, and it finally, really and truly, dawned on me that this wasn't just playing around. This was sex, plain and simple. That through brought a lot of freedom.
"Feel good?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, "do it some more. I'm going to come soon."
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Yeah, buddy. Feel my fucking hairy chest while I jerk off!" I did. Every time I touched a place that made him gasp, or made his muscles tense, I remembered where that place was, and made sure I went back to it. I kept moving my eyes from his face to his chest to his dick, his dick with his fist wrapped around it, pounding up and down in blur, while I felt up his hot chest.
I finally placed the palm of my hand flat by that little tuft of hair up by his neck and slowly moved it downward. I had no sooner gotten it a little below his navel when he grunted, "Oh, man, that did it! Here it comes!" and I could feel his abdominal muscles tense as he blew off his load. The first blast hit my hand, and it was incredibly hot. It felt like I'd been burned, but I didn't care. As he shot the rest of his load, I ran my hand up and down that hairy fucking chest of his, burning the sight and feeling into my mind forever.
Quick as a flash, he pushed me down on the bed, his hand on my (smooth) chest. He ran his hand up his stomach, getting his palm all "wet" with his come, and then grabbed my shaft, stroking it furiously. It didn't take long; I didn't have a chance to tell him to watch out before I started to shoot. He must have known exactly when I'd blow off, because just before the first shot, he leaned over and stuck his tongue in my ear. Whammo! For the second time that night, I had the greatest orgasm of my life. When I finally opened my eyes, I half-expected to see my balls all shrivelled-up, but all I saw was him grinning at me, his hand still grasping my dick.
"Felt good?" he asked.
"Fuck, yeah, buddy!" I said, and I meant it. The inevitable "heavy discussion" we should have had then was put off, because right at that moment, we heard my parent's car pulling in, and scrambled around to get cleaned up and dressed before they came in. I still remember smirking to myself inside when they asked how my study session had been....