Disclaimer: This story is written by an adult, about adults and for adults. It is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18 years or living in a communty where this type of material is illegal.
Frank and Me -- Part 1
During my freshman year in college, a good friend from the east coast to the Midwest city where I was attending school. He moved in with his sister, who was a professor at my school. He had an entire house for his use, especially whenever she traveled.
Frank was a good-looking guy with a slim build and about 5' 10" tall. He was 20 years old (two years older than me). You couldn't miss his naturally, wavy, red hair, and green eyes. The girls just adored him.
We had met a few years earlier at a summer music camp, where we hit it off right away. We never did anything physical then. In fact, the only sex talk was typically about hot girls. The other guys at camp and I were in awe of Frank's experiences with the ladies.
My name is Scott. At the time I was 18 years old, about 5' 6" with a medium build, brown curly hair and hazel eyes. Even by my college freshman year, I was rather inexperienced. I had sex with girls a couple times in high school, but nothing spectacular to write home about, but that was about to change.
About a month into the fall semester, Frank's sister went away for a long-weekend conference. Frank would have the house to himself for three full days, starting Friday morning. He wasted no time in getting things ready. He talked me into skipping my Friday afternoon classes and coming to his place for lunch.
Frank made lunch and I brought the beer. We sat on the couch watching TV.
"Do you wanna watch some porn?" Frank said.
"Sure," I replied.
Frank went to his room and came back with a couple tapes. He put one in the VCR, and said, "You'll love this one."
As we finished our sandwiches and chips and drank our beer, I watched intently as two women with big tits fucked and sucked a guy with at least a ten-inch dick. Although I had seen plenty of porn, I had never watched with someone else. I always hid my tapes at home and watched when my parents were out. This was odd sitting next to someone as I watched three people fuck and suck and moan on screen. The strange thing was I realized the woody that that was starting to stick up in my pants was not coming from the chicks. My gaze was locked on the guy's ten hard inches.
I glanced over at Frank, and noticed that he too had a tent pole in his pants. He was doing more than just watch though. He was rubbing his crotch with his left hand, making it even harder. I must of looked to long, because he looked over at me and smiled. I quickly looked back at the on-screen fucking not wanting to appear weird.
After a few more minutes, I shifted my eyes back at Frank's crotch. He was still rubbing his dick through his pants, and I could tell he was really hard. Now, normally when I watched porn at home, I jacked off. I knew that I couldn't here, but I thought I could follow Frank's lead and rub it a bit. If I relived myself in my jeans, so be it. I could clean up later.
I reached down with my right hand and began to rub my cock through the cotton of my jeans and underwear, making it even harder than it was. It ached to be released from the confines of my pants.
"Scott, why don't we do this right?" Frank said, looking over at me rubbing myself.
"Do what?" I replied.
"Beat our meat . . . choke our chickens . . . jack off," he said. I must have looked bewildered. "You know," said Frank, "masturbate! You look like you need to." He looked at me for some confirmation.
"Okay," I replied sheepishly, although it was what my dick really needed.
My okay was all he needed. Frank removed his shirt, and quickly unzipped his jeans to slide them down his legs. When he lifted his butt from the couch, his cock stretched the cotton of his briefs. I was glued to the sight, as he used his feet to kick his jeans off. Frank then hooked his fingers under the waistband of his briefs and yanked them completely off. When he plopped back down on the couch his meat smacked on his hard stomach.
I was frozen. I had never been this close to another naked guy before except in the school locker room, but even then I usually picked a locker away from most of the other guys. Frank's cock looked awesome. I wanted to reach out and touch it right there, but I knew better.
"Soooo...?" Frank said looking at me. "Are you going to strip or stare?"
Without a word I took off my shirt and jeans, but I still had on my underwear when I sat back down. Frank reached over and tugged on the waistband. "Come on, these too. I don't want to the only one nude here."
I reached down and pulled off my briefs, letting it all hang out. I felt both free and nervous. "What am I doing?" I thought to myself. "I'm not gay. I shouldn't be sitting here with a guy jacking off. I should be with a girl fucking my brains out." But, I also felt excited. A little voice in the back of my mind, which had always been there whenever I was close to a hot guy, told me that everything was just fine, and that I should just enjoy myself.
Frank started to stroke his meat, getting himself really hard. His dick was cut and about eight inches long but thin like the rest of him. I looked down at my seven inches, which was much thinker than his, so I felt okay about showing off my dick to another guy.
I followed Frank's lead and began to stroke away. I pumped my cock up and down with my right hand, using my left to fondle my balls, which I love to play with. Not thinking Frank would notice, I occasionally passed a finger over my manhole, sending an electric spark through me.
Between the movie and Frank, the sights and sounds around me were overwhelming. It didn't take long for me to cum. I shot my wad onto my chest, hitting my chin and neck in the process. It felt really good and really hot.
I realized that Frank had been watching me more than the movie. He jacked himself faster and faster. His left hand was a blur as he pumped up and down on his cock. His right hand was playing with his balls. Wait. Did I see correctly? Was he using a finger on his asshole too. I could be quite sure, because of where I was sitting. Frank scooted himself down on the couch and aimed his cock up on his chest. His manly fluid spurted so far it hit him in his mouth, which to my amazement was open. He caught several gobs in his mouth then swallowed. He wiped his face and chest with his bare hands and then licked his fingers clean. I was stunned.
"Do you do that all the time?" I asked dumbfounded.
"You mean eat my cum? No. Only when I feel like it," he answered. "Haven't you ever tasted yourself?" he inquired."
"Never," was all I could say.
We dropped the subject. I went to the kitchen to get a paper towel to clean myself off, and Frank went to his bathroom to take a piss. I had started to dress when he came back into the room. "What're you getting dressed for?" Frank asked me.
"The party, remember?" I asked.
Frank told me, "People aren't due here until at least six o'clock. We have plenty of time, so there is no hurry. We have more than enough time for another movie or any thing else." I wondered what that had meant.
To be continued . . .