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Friendship with Gregg 3
As you can gather from previous chapters, Gregg and I were jackoff buddies. From the first time we met, stroking cocks was what we did.
While we had many occasions to get together, some of them really stick out in my memory. This is one of those stories.
I worked in an uptown office that bordered a residential area. About a block away was a large apartment complex. Gregg lived in that complex. (So did Bill, who was in chapter 2, but that's for another time!)
One day at work, I was really horny. That wasn't so unusual, but on this day I was horny and I was thinking about past experiences with Gregg. He was one of my favorite JO buddies--JO being my favorite thing to do, and Gregg being one of my favorite buds to do it with! As I squirmed at my desk, I wondered if he might be available for a quick session. It was nearly lunch time, and my ducking out for a while wouldn't be noticed. If Gregg wasn't working, maybe I could pay him a visit!
Fortunately, my office had a storage room on another floor, and I had a key to that room. The storage room also had a telephone! (This was before cell phones.) So I "adjusted" myself at my desk and then made my way to the storage room. I dialed Gregg's number, and within a couple of rings he answered. "Hey," I said. "I wasn't sure you'd be at home." "I don't go into work until 3PM," Gregg replied. "I just got up a short while ago and am drinking some coffee." "Umm, do you mind if I stop over?" I asked inquisitively. "You are always welcome to visit," said Gregg. "I'll be there in about ten minutes," I said. I locked up the door to the storage room, and headed Gregg's way.
As I neared the apartment complex, my cock started to harden in my pants. Though I hadn't explicitly asked Gregg if we could "do something," many of our visits involved JO play. I was hoping this would be one of them.
I knocked on Gregg's door, and he soon answered. He was dressed in a t-shirt and gym shorts. I was in "business casual," because I had come from work. We both exchanged warm greetings as I entered his apartment. "What are you up to today?" Gregg asked. "Just working," I replied. "Yeah, I've got to go in later this afternoon. Have a seat." Gregg pointed to his couch. "You want a cup of coffee?" "No," I said. "I think I've coffee-ed out already today." "Well, I'm going to have another one," he said, as he poured himself another cup of steaming hot java. He brought the cup over to the couch and sipped as we chatted. We talked about the weather, about work, about nothing--just basic conversation.
"What inspired your visit today?" Gregg asked. Though I was extremely comfortable with him, I blushed a little bit. "I was just in one of those moods," I said, "and the office wasn't a good place to be in one of those moods." I grinned as I looked at him and he grinned back in understanding. "I know what you mean," he said. "I started off the day in one of those moods." "Really" I asked. "Yeah, I didn't even make it out of bed before I rubbed one out." "Nice," I said with obvious relish, picturing him in my mind stroking his hard cock in bed. "I guess because you called you didn't do the same this morning," Gregg said with a shit-eating grin. I blushed again. "No, I didn't."
"No reason you can't do it now," Gregg said. "You know anytime is a good time with me." "You mean you are ready to go again?" I asked. "Naw. I just finished about 30 minutes ago. But I'm happy to sit here with you while you take care of things."
My cock rapidly rose in my slacks, making an obvious protrusion. "I can see that you need to," said Gregg, reaching over and rubbing my bulge. I moaned out loud as he did that. "Why don't you slip out of those slacks so they don't get messed up?" I stood and unbuckled my belt, unzipped the zipper, and stepped out of my slacks. I was wearing boxers, and my hard cock was sticking out of the slit in the front. "Yeah, you ARE horny!" Gregg said with glee. "Why don't you get naked for me so you can really enjoy yourself?" I think I blushed again, but I did as Gregg suggested, stepping out of my boxers and removing my dress shirt. I stood in all my naked glory, my hard cut cock sticking straight up. "Sit back down and go to town," Gregg suggested.
I sat back on the couch and kind of stretched out, reaching for my boner and beginning to pump it as Gregg had encouraged me. "Yeah, man," Gregg said. "Beat that meat. You need it." I continued to stroke myself as Gregg looked on. In reality, given our mutual interest and experiences, I really liked to masturbate while Gregg watched. (It wasn't the first time I had done that.) "Does that feel good?" he asked me. "Yeahhh," I replied with a moan. Though Gregg had stroked my cock for me many times before, he simply sat next to me. He did reach out and rub his hand over my thigh as I jerked.
"Would you play with my balls a little bit?" I asked, in need. "Sure," said Gregg. "I know you like that." He reached over and gently fondled my balls as I continued to stroke. "Oh, man, that feels really good," I said. "Your nuts feel full," laughed Gregg. "Yeah, they are." He continued to gently fondle my balls while I stroked. "It's turning me on again to watch you go at it," Gregg said. "Want to join me?" I asked as I looked at him. "Too soon after the last time I did it," he said, "but I'm loving watching you beat it." That got an extra throb from me and a drop of precum bubbled at the tip of my cock.
It wasn't long before that familiar feeling began to well up in my crotch. "I'm getting close," I said. "Go for it," said Gregg. I started to squirm on the couch as the feelings grew more intense. "Man, you are really getting into it," said Gregg. I could only grunt and moan. "You know how much I love your thick cock." I continued to squirm, stroke and moan as Gregg continued to gently fondle my balls.
"Would you finish me off," I plaintively asked. "I know your hand would feel better than mine." "Sure, bud," Gregg replied, moving his hand up from my balls to my rock hard cock. He closed his hand around my bone and started beating it for me. My moans grew louder. "I'm gonna shoot," I said. "Squirt it," said Gregg as he continued to stroke.
My legs straightened out and my hips involuntarily rose up off the couch. "Man your cock is harder than I have ever felt it," said Gregg as he watched his hand at work on my turgid tool. About that time the first shot spurted out of my cock, landing high up on my stomach. "Yeahhhhhhh," Gregg said as he continued to pump. Several more shots followed, covering my stomach and pubes in hot creamy cum. "Wow, man," Gregg said. "I enjoyed doing that to you." "Not as much as I did," I said with a smile.
Though my now deflating cock was still oozing cum, Gregg unwrapped his hand, stood up, and went over to the sink, where he washed his hands. Then he brought a roll of paper towels over for me to use to clean up. "You really made a mess," he said. "You MUST have needed that!" "Yeah," I replied in return. "Thanks for helping me enjoy it to the max!"
"My pleasure," said Gregg. "Any time..." And there were plenty of other times, some of which I'll share moving forward.