As I concluded last time, Chad and I masturbated together regularly throughout the middle summer. It was a gloriously rigid schedule - tennis match, swim, get our rocks off in front of each other, and continue with our lives. As the tradition became more normal and expected, I grew subtly braver with each session - I learned Chad's rhythms, the pace of his breath, and the signal of his imminent climaxes. After a while I started cumming before him, so that as I basked in the glory of post-orgasm I could encourage him towards his own, laying my hand on his shoulder, stealing a rub down his back, touching my leg to his, watching as he closed his eyes and let himself free. It became apparent, though I suspect only to me, that our sessions were more than just friendly and fun - slowly I noticed that my thoughts and dreams and perspectives were spiraling out from the small pool house under the Saturday sun.
On a Wednesday night late in July, after a particularly rowdy party in the woods, Chad and I returned to his house to sleep off an intoxicated blur. Upon entering his house, we were hit with a stench that, though familiar, I didn't expect. The kitchen was strewn with dishes, glasses and empty wine bottles - thus signaling another of Chad's mother's dinner parties - but the room reeked of nothing but marijuana. The culprit stood high and proud on the coffee table in the adjoined living room: a glass bong.
Chad rolled his eyes and chuckled, as if to say 'ah, mom, not again.' I was immediately curious. I had never smoked weed before, and it seemed an appropriate place to begin, this hippie house of my dreams. Chad, however, simply proceeded through the mess towards his room. "Wait,' I plead, getting his attention, and he turned to see me eyeing the bong like a child would an oversized chocolate bar.
He obviously knew what I intended, and for a moment his drunkenness hid his generally lax nature. 'Nah, man, I don't feel like it.'
'Why not? I've never smoked before. I want to try it. What, have you smoked a lot or something?'
Chad's will began to break, his speech returning to normal. 'Well, only a few times. It's fun, but makes me nuts - seriously, I go kind of crazy. My mom doesn't want me smoking it, she'd get pissed if she found us smoking.'
I persisted, though, and eventually convinced him. How bold I had become (when drunk)!
Chad explained the process...hold here, light the bowl, suck in....five minutes later I way sunken into the couch, watching Chad take his own hits. My head buzzed as never before, and a grin slowly forced its way onto my face. I remember feeling incredibly horny, too, and as I sat there my dick remained half hard. When Chad finished, he turned to me, his eyes lit up full of energy. 'You okay?' He asked me, concerned. Silent for a second, we both broke out in wild laughter.
'Am I okay? Am I okay? Yeah, I'm okay...' I choked out between gulps of air. Our laughter became uncontrollable, and I rolled over on my side, trying to get enough oxygen. Chad, sitting at the other end of the couch, gave me a swift kick to the ass, and I tumbled off the couch onto the hardwood floor with a thud.
We were immediately silent, paranoid in the realization that we were making such noise. Chad put his finger to his lips, and turned to look down the hallway towards his mother's room. Nothing happened (later I argued that she would never have woken up anyway). Worried still, Chad looked at me mischievously, got up, and skipped out the slider door to the backyard.
I followed, my cloudy head bobbing atop my neck. Chad ran into the yard, spiraled like a child imitating an airplane, and collapsed on the grass. I giggled and followed him, completely copying his crash. I hit the ground laughing, and looked up into the sky.
It was one of those nights that must have sparked Shakespeare's creation of 'A Midsummer Nights Dream.' Warm and stagnant, the air hung about us, the cool grass a relief in the warmth. Thin wisps of low clouds played with the clear stars above them, a story in the sky. Crickets as soundtrack.
Forgive the melodrama, for it is indeed appropriate. I was so high by now that I had no problem feeling an intense kinship with those clouds. Floating carelessly, changing shape.
The silence broke as Chad turned his head, smiled maniacally, and blurted out 'I am going swimming.' Before I could offer protest, he was up and running again, ripping off his shirt, shoes, socks, and shorts, under which he wore briefs. It seemed to take place in slow motion, and I stared at him the whole time. His strong arms, the curve down to his lower back, those damn dimples right above his ass, the freckles dotting his shoulders.
I got up and stripped, thankful for the boxers I wore. My dick was still hard, and though it was with this kid I had jerked off willingly for over a month, I was glad not to pop so demandingly out of a tight pair of briefs. As I pulled my socks off, I heard the splash. I almost tripped over them in laughter, as surely Chad didn't realize how much noise it made.
I bumbled over to the pool, pointed at him, and lost it. I barely had the composure to walk into the shallow end. I remember being amazed at how the cool water left me neither cold nor wet - it felt like an altogether different experience.
The swim was great, Chad and I played around and laughed at how generally stupid we were. After fifteen minutes of so, Chad pulled himself up over the edge of the pool and grabbed each shoulder with the opposite hand. 'I'm cold, I gotta get out.' I wasn't cold at all, but as I saw him sitting, dripping on the edge, his briefs plastered to his midsection, another will took over. I pulled myself out of the pool next to him, punched him on the shoulder, and (no surprise) laughed.
'You're right, this stuff is crazy! I'm so fucking high!' I sounded like a true novice. Chad chuckled, propped his hand on my shoulder, and pushed himself up. 'I need to get dry.' He turned and walked over to the pool house. I turned back, suddenly a degree more sober, and gulped. My heart began to pound. I got up with what balance I had left, and followed him to the little cabin. Once inside, Chad threw me a towel. We stood in silence as we toweled off, the warmth of the house bringing back my high. I let out an unexplained giggle, and Chad stopped to look at me. 'What? Huh? What is it?' He asked. I shrugged, having no answer. He took his towel off him, twisted it, and with a snap he whipped it in my direction, stinging my stomach. "Ouch, damnit!' I exclaimed, though it really didn't hurt much. As He began to laugh, however, I got a glimpse of his wet briefs. The outline of his penis was clear and thick, curving upwards to the left. He had a complete erection! Having lost any sense of self-consciousness, I held my gaze longer than I should have. Chad noticed me staring, looked down, and looked back at me sheepishly.
'Uh, where'd that come from, eh?' His comment held in the air, and I grinned back at him. He laughed a bit, and blurted out 'ah, you trying to tell me I'm the only one?' I knew what was coming, and I had none of the foresight at the time to block it. Chad rushed over to me, grabbed my boxers, and ripped them down to my knees. As he had predicted, my dick was indeed hard, and as he pulled my boxers down, it popped out and slapped my stomach. My heart beat faster, I was totally exhilarated. I went to pull up my boxers, and Chad said, almost under his breath, 'no, man, leave them off.'
'What do you mean?' I knew exactly what he meant.
'Well, they're just wet, eh?'
I stepped out of my boxers, and stood straight, clueless as to what was to come next. Chad grinned at me, looked down at my hard dick, and said 'it's so much fun to jerk off when you're high. It's so much more intense. Let's jerk off.'
Chad walked over to the couch and sat down. I did the same, the soft cloth tickling my naked butt. Chad leaned his left leg into the couch, bending his knee, so that he faced me completely. Staring at him staring at me, he sort of nodded his head, and I did the same. Still in his wet, tight briefs, Chad reached down and under his waistband, setting his dick free. My hand ran slowly down my chest and stomach, and when I finally reached my dick it twitched in my hands, man was I horny! I took a huge, deep breath in, and closed my eyes. I heard Chad chuckle, and I opened my eyes to see him stroking and laughing in my direction. Then he too closed his eyes, and our masturbation session was underway. I got really hot right away, but never felt I was about to burst. The sensation taking over my body was incredible, and my irregular breath gave this away freely. Chad and I sat, 16-year old boys jerking off facing each other on the couch. I noticed that Chad was sort of rocking back and forth with each stroke, and as he went along, he seemed to enter a trance.
I again closed my eyes, and to my surprise I felt warm breath on my shoulder. I sensed Chad's presence near me, and opened my eyes to him leaning into me. His head found a place on my shoulder, and he leaned his chest into me, our heads meeting at the sides. The touch of his body, of his hair on mine and tickling my shoulders, had the effect of bringing me to another place. He leaned further into me, and for the first time I felt near my hands the movement of his own against his penis. We stayed like this for a moment, but as it got too much for me (such intimacy was completely unexpected and overwhelming), I searched for something to say.
'You, uh, still cold?' I offered just to say something. Chad came back to life and leaned back a bit in astonishment, realizing what he had been doing. I immediately cursed myself for saying anything, as my skin yearned for him to return.
Chad said 'no, I'm fine. I should probably get out of these, though,' he admitted, looking down at his wet, crumpled underwear. I wondered if our session was over. Instead, Chad reached under his waistband and began to shimmy out of the briefs. The position wasn't conducive to this, though, and he was having trouble. Suddenly courageous, I reached over to help him. With a short smile, Chad gave me his permission. I peeled my fingers under his underwear, and slowly pulled them down, sliding over his ass, under his crotch, and down his legs. Completely comfortable as ever, Chad laughed at the scene. After I threw the underwear to the other side of the room, we sat there, facing each other, motionless. Chad broke the silence.
'Hey, I have something that might, you know, well...help us. I'm kind of chaffed from the pool anyway.' Chad reached into the drawer of the little bureau next to the couch, spreading his legs as he did, giving me a great look at the place under his balls, and came out with a jar of Vaseline. I laughed out loud, and when he said 'What!?' I retorted, 'nothing, good idea.'
Chad opened the bottle, took out a glob of the jelly, and gave the jar to me. Waiting for me to extract my own glob, Chad then spread it around his hands and then touched his dick. I did the same, and the slippery sounds were amazing. My dick felt on fire as my hand slid up and down it, and soon we both seemed to get back to where we were before. In minutes, Chad had leaned into me again, and this time I let him stay there. Our shoulders and heads began moving in motion as we stroked our dicks, and as Chad breathed heavily onto my upper back I arched my head back, my mouth wide open, and let out a moan. The connection I felt to him was incredible.
Chad leaned in with more force, and as I too was entranced by the moment, I bent to his will. I arched back, sliding a bit down the back of the couch, and as I did our chests and stomachs touched. Our hands kept hitting in an awkward grope as I slid down the couch. 45 degrees, 30 degrees, Chad continued to push me down. For a split second, Chad stopped and opened his eyes.
What I saw I will never forget. His expression was that of passion and intensity, and as our eyes met I answered him with the same. I let my back fall onto the couch, and Chad followed me, so that he was basically atop me on the couch. Ever awkward, he took his hands from his crotch, and as he moved them to the cushion, he tugged at my arms to beckon me to do the same. I did, and what came next blew me away. Our crotches now in full contact, Chad buried his head over my shoulder into the cushion, and began pushing with his ass into my midsection. Our dicks sufficiently lubricated, they began to slide against each other. The friction of dick upon dick upon tight stomachs sliding against themselves caused me to gasp for air. Chad held me down, his breath hard on my shoulder. I heard him moan with pleasure, and I did the same.
Our bodies moved in unison. I pushed up against him as he thrust down on me, and our dicks were sandwiched between our hot bodies. Rubbing faster and faster against each other, I was so close before I knew it.
A swell of pleasure started at my groin and flowed up through my stomach and chest and neck and head, and burst out my mouth with a scream. My oiled hands grabbed at Chad's back and my body seized in a full-blown climax. With each contraction, I grunted and buried my head in under Chad's neck. I could feel the cum spurting out of my dick, making our dicks and stomachs slicker with each thrust. I was in nirvana - total euphoria. Just as I came, Chad approached his climax. Moaning and grunting, the pace of his thrusts quickened, and as he got to that point he arched his back up, threw his head back, and pinned my shoulders down with his hands.
I looked down at where our bodies met, and saw his dick sliding back and forth against mine and the mess I had left. His chest tensed and his stomach muscles jumped out of their skin, and I gasped as the first spurt of cum flew out of his dick, up past my bellybutton, and onto my chest. Chad's face was frozen in sweet anguish. After a few bursts, his lubed hands slipped off my shoulders, and he collapsed on top of me. He buried his head into the side of mine, his breath in my ear, and gasped, 'oh my god, holy shit' over and over again as he continued cumming. I smiled larger than I ever had in my life, and rubbed his back with my hands. I wanted to kiss him more than ever before, but I held back, and instead waited for that laugh that always succeeded Chad's orgasms.
Indeed, within 30 seconds as our bodies calmed down, Chad began to laugh. I did the same, and given the marijuana, we were soon shaking and out of control. When we calmed down, Chad propped himself up with his arms, and looked me in the eyes. I wanted to, so bad, but I didn't...
I let him sit up, and look down at the mess we had made of our midsections. 'Damnit, how gross, ' he said, and I agreed. I had one last chance, and took it.
I sat up to, grabbed Chad around the chest with my right arm, and pulled him close to me. 'Thanks, man, really, that was great.' I pulled the hug tighter, and as he too hugged me around the back, I leaned in and kissed him hard on the neck.
The moment was an hour, an eternity. Chad did nothing. Then, if a bit cautiously, he pecked me on the neck, chuckled, and pulled away. He looked me in the eyes, grabbed the back of my head, and patted it. Almost like a father to a son, or an older sibling to a younger. It was a precious moment, though I was confused. He smiled, chuckled, and shook his head in disbelief, then got up to clean himself off.
Though I was still elated, what did that mean? Was his kiss conciliatory, just to be nice? I didn't know what to think, when he came back from the bathroom with clean toilet paper for me. I reached my hand out to take it from him, when he bypassed my hands, pushed my down on the couch, and proceeded to clean me up himself.
I watched him do this, and when finished, I stared in awe at his naked backside as he crossed the room to throw out the paper. He turned around, threw my towel to me, and put his around his waist. We gathered the underwear and put away the Vaseline jug.
'We better get some sleep,' Chad said. He was right, it was late, and the next day promised tennis practice and a whole shift of work. I turned to leave, still in disbelief over what had happened, and Chad put his arms around my shoulder. We walked out, past the pool, and into the house like this. In his room, Chad threw me some boxers to wear, and we got in his bed to sleep as we had grown accustomed to. We had never done anything in his room at night, and at least for this night we wouldn't as well. As I fell quickly to sleep, my leg barely touched Chad's, and I was ecstatic and secure.
The next morning's tennis training was one of the worst I have ever had, and I didn't care one bit. You may know the feeling.