The following is a true story. Only the names have been changed. It includes explicit scenes of male nudity and masturbation. It is my first story, so please send all feedback to Unknowncharact AT aim DOT com.
-= James and Mike - Part 1: Lock the door =-
James and I had seen each other naked before. Sure, we were both strapping young men who showered at the gym, but it was more than that. It started when I caught him ogling me while the shower stall poured water down my nude body. I'm certainly not a model, but my body was nothing to scoff at. He didn't notice as I watched him look at me. First my chest, lightly hairy and somewhat defined. Then lower, to my stomach, flat, but not overly muscular. Then his eyes followed the trail of the hair on my stomach down to my crotch. Flaccid, I'm not much to look at, my dick sticking only a few inches out from the tuft of red hair. His gaze lingered there for a while, before he looked up, and our eyes met. He was mortified, and turned away.
I used that opportunity to check him out. He had a great body. His chest wasn't overly muscular for a guy our age, but was exceptionally defined. His stomach had the whole six pack going on. The blond hair on his crotch (the shade matching the hair on his head) did nothing to hide his cock - almost 6 inches flaccid. I didn't know I was bisexual at the time, so it surprised me when I started to wonder what it looked like hard. Little did I know, not only would I get to look at it, but I'd get to touch it, and even taste it too.
After that, James and I shared a lot together. We were already best friends, so it didn't seem all that weird when we started to talk about sex. One day, hanging out in my room, he asked me flat out, "Mike, can I see your dick?"
"What?" I responded. I was taken aback, but at the same time, intrigued.
"I've never really seen another guys dick in person, other than the showers at the gym or when we went skinny dipping. I guess I was just curious."
"Well, ok. Let me lock the door." I got up and locked my bedroom door, while he hopped up and sat on my bed. "How do you want me to do this?"
"Just drop your pants. I'll show you mine afterwards."
"Ok," I said, and I undid my belt. James seemed far too interested to just be "curious." Luckily, as I was unzipping the fly on my jeans, I became so worried about his reaction that I immediately lost anything close to an erection. My pants dropped to the floor, and I lowered my white boxers, exposing myself to my best friend.
"Oh, you're circumcised. Me too. You've got pretty big balls there. Wow, you're hairy," James said. He inspected my cock and balls so closely that I could feel his warm breath on the shaft as he spoke.
"You're probably just as hairy," I replied.
"No way," he said, standing up so abruptly that I took a step back and almost tripped over the pants around my ankles. In one smooth motion, he unclasped his belt and shoved his jeans to the floor, then kicked them off. Then, he stretched the elastic of his black boxer briefs far enough to slip them over his large dick, then threw them down as well. "See?" he said.
I could tell James liked this. His cock was beginning to swell. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to notice. "Yeah," I said, "you aren't as hairy, but it looks even less so 'cause you're blonde." I made sure to get as close to his dick as he did mine. When I breathed out, the shaft bobbed a bit. He was obviously into it.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he said nervously. I guess he finally noticed how turned on he was getting, because he quickly yanked his boxer briefs back up. His cock, once again contained, strained against the fabric as he quickly looked for the pants he had carelessly kicked off before. I stood up and pulled up my pants, too. James wasn't paying attention to me, so he didn't see how much my dick had grown. Another time, I thought.
Things weren't awkward between us, despite the "show and tell" situation. If anything, James seemed to look at me a little differently, and his stares in the shower lasted a lot longer. Privately, I'd jack off, stroking my hard shaft while thinking of where things might have gone that day. That's how I came to know I was bisexual. Still, I figured nothing would ever come of it.
I was very wrong.
This time, we were in James's bedroom. His father was still at work, and his mother had taken his siblings to the beach for a day. I can't presume that James stayed home just so we could be alone together, but it seemed a little like it. Again, the conversation turned to sex. The girl I had been dating had just started to feel comfortable to go a little further, finally sliding her hand down my pants. James wanted to hear all about it. I told him she was kinda surprised at first.
"Surprised?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. "Apparently, she thought I was kinda big."
"Dude, no offense," he said smugly, "but I've seen you. I'm bigger than you are."
"Hey," I replied indignantly, "you've never seen me hard. You don't have any idea how big I am."
"Oh, really?" He asked. I thought his smile and the glint in his eye were just because he thought he had size on me, but maybe he was just anticipating what was to come. "How big?"
"What?"
"How big? Give me a number."
"I don't know." I lied. I didn't want to tell him, just in case he was bigger than me. "I never checked."
"Hold on." He left the room. When he returned, he tossed something at me.
"What's this?" I asked.
"My mom's measuring tape," He said. "Go ahead. Use it to measure."
I had to control myself. I didn't want to my growing cock to give away my attraction. "I can't just snap and get a hardon, man. What do you expect me to do?"
"Do whatever you have to." I did not expect this. I thought I saw his hand in his pocket, reaching to rub himself. "I want to make sure you aren't lying."
It was my turn to be cunning. "And how do I know you aren't lying about how big you are?"
"Fine, I'll measure, too. Deal?"
I leapt at the chance. "Ok, fine, but lock the door."
He walked over to lock his bedroom door, and I sat myself on his bed, my back resting against the wall.
"How do we do this?" I asked.
"What?" he replied sarcastically, "You need help?" He walked over and grabbed my belt buckle, undoing very quickly. As he unzipped my fly, my dick flopped out of the open fly of my boxers and touched his hand. "I hope you can do the rest yourself." He jumped onto his bed and began unbuckling his own pants. Disappointed, I kicked off my jean shorts and sat back down on the bed. James had already stripped his shorts off, revealing another pair of black boxer-briefs. "Ok," he said, reaching into the fly of the boxer-briefs, "go ahead and get started."
He pulled out his dick, already semi-hard. Flaccid, I knew he had to be at least 6 inches, so I figured he'd beat my 4 flaccid inches for sure. He didn't spit in his hand, or pull out any lotion, he just to knead the flesh with his fingers. Not wanting him to stop, I joined him, pulling my increasingly hard cock out of my black boxers while sitting just to the left of him on his bed.
"Hey, we match." I said, referencing our black underwear.
"Not in size," he joked. He began to move his hand up and down the shaft, and gently teasing the perfect pink head. Not to be outdone, I did too, my cock getting harder and harder. For a moment, it wasn't sexy, it was a contest.
"I'm catching up," I said, before I noticed his head was tilted slightly back and back arched. James was really getting into it. I couldn't help but stare, as James began to moan gently. I watched the hypnotic rhythm of his left hand, sliding sensually all the way up to the beautifully mushroomed head, then back down his now rock hard shaft to the base at his hot boxer-briefs. My dick became more rigid than it ever had before, but, like James, I kept going. Who cares who's bigger? I just wanted to touch him, and for him to touch me. James caught me staring.
"Ok," he said. "I'm up, how about you?" He sat up and caught sight of my hardon, sticking straight out at the thought of his touch. "Wow." He stared for a while. I didn't want to interrupt him, but I figured that the fun was over.
"The measuring tape?" I reminded.
"Huh?" he responded, "Oh, right, right." He let go of his gorgeously shaped rod and jumped up to find the tape. He returned with it in his hand. I reached out to take it from him, but he stepped back. "Wait, stand up, you'll get a better measurement that way." I obliged, my pole almost poking his as I stood there. Again, he refused me the tape. "Uh, you should also probably take off your boxers, it'll be more accurate." By now, I knew something was up, beyond our rock hard dicks.
"Ok," and I slid them to the floor. My cock bounced as the elastic band stretched past it. I reached for the tape again.
"No, wait," I could see James think this next part over. "Let me do it. That way, I can be sure you didn't cheat." He knelt down before me, his rock hard dick brushing my leg, his warm breath again on my shaft. But this time, it didn't stop there. James positioned the end of the measuring tape at the base of my cock. I thought I might shoot right then, spurting creamy cum all over his face and his grey wife-beater. Then, he slid his hand over my dick, slowly positioning the tape, feeling each inch until he finally reached the tip. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. "Wow, man. 8 & 1/4 inches! You weren't kidding!" He looked up at me, and I looked down at him. The head of my dick bobbed close to his mouth, and further down, I could see his still hard cock jutting out from his toned body.
"Now you?" I asked. He stood up, and before I could ask any questions, he began to remove his boxer-briefs, revealing his blonde pubic hair and gorgeous balls.
"Ok," he said, "go ahead." I got down on my knees. I took the tape measure and began to lay it over his shaft. I pretended to fumble with it so I could take longer. Finally, I touched his dick with my hand. It was so smooth and straight, I wanted to rub my hand all over it, but instead, I just took longer straightening out the tape. As I slowly moved up the shaft, James couldn't help but let a small gasp of pleasure escape from his lips. "7 & 1/2". Guess I win."
"Yeah, yeah," he said, breathless. "You know," walking away from me and sitting back down on the bed, "if I don't finish, I'm going to have blue balls something fierce. Do you mind?"
Did I mind? If he only knew. "Nah, go ahead." I reached for my boxers.
"Aren't you going to join me?" I stopped and looked at him. From my vantage point, his hard dick was blocking my view of his eyes.
"Uh, ok. Sure."
"Ok," he replied, barely hiding his excitement. I sat on his left again. "But I don't think I can cum with clothes on. Mind if I take my shirt off? You're welcome to, too."
"Ok." When it Rome, I thought. I should have known he just wanted to get naked with me, but I was totally distracted by the invitation to finally jack off with my best friend.
James removed his wife beater and threw it onto the floor. His smooth, tight body was completely bare. He was almost totally hairless, except for the blonde hair above his hard, gorgeous cock and on his dangling balls. His nipples were small, but amazingly hard, and stood out from the rest of his muscled chest. My dick bounced involuntarily. How I wanted to rub my hands all over that body! And maybe, even my tongue? James resumed his rhythm, slowly up, then slowly down to the hilt, but this time, he stared at me, waiting for me to join him. I took my T-shirt off. I was a little more defined at this point, and definitely hairier, my red hair patterned on my chest down stomach, all the way to my fire crotch. Now naked, James seemed pleased. I sat to his right on the bed, and started touching myself. Up and down, our hands slid in unison, our hard cocks gently pulsing under the tender touch. Neither of us took our eyes off the other's body. My mind started to wander. Could I touch him? Could I rub my hands on his chest? Play with his nipples? As if on cue, James raised his right hand and began massaging is pecks. I watch him flick his nipples as I reached down with my left hand and ran my hand lightly over my balls, tickling the tiny red hairs that covered them. All the while, our hands stayed on our own rods, each matching the rhythm of the other. I can only think we were both imagining what it'd be like to grab each other's cocks, and what it would feel like to have the other's hand on our shafts. James began touching his balls too, but he massaged them more roughly than I did. My right hand instinctively ran through the hair on my chest, feeling the hard nipples almost hidden by the light covering of hair. I wanted to feel his chest on mine. I wanted to feel his manhood pressed hard up against me. I wanted to envelop every inch in my mouth. I wanted to taste him. James moaned loudly. My arousal became so intense that I involuntarily reached my left hand down, and grabbed his leg, just left of where he was pumping his dick, harder and faster now. I started to take my hand away, but James stopped me.
"No, no," he moaned, "It's ok, leave it." The words hardly escaped his mouth, his breathing so intense now. He reached his right hand down and grabbed the inside of my leg, so very close to touching my balls. His wrist brushed up against my hand as it gripped my hard dick. I knew it wouldn't be much longer before we both exploded. I slid my left hand closer to his swiftly pounding hand and throbbing cock until I was just touching the beautiful blonde tuft of pubic hair. He responded by grabbing my leg tighter, and pulling me so that our legs rubbed against each other as we thrust our stiff cocks into our hands. "Oh Mike, Oh god Mike," He moaned. I could tell he was about to cum, because I felt the same sensation rising in my balls. Our pumping increased - up and down so very fast now - almost there. My left hand inched towards his dick. Just ask I touched the very base, James began to explode. "Oh god Mike! I'm cumming!" I felt it, too, but I could only moan in agreement. James's breathing grew heavier as his body began to spasm. His hand still pumping, his cock began to shoot strings of milky white cum onto his defined chest. At about the same time, I began to cum too, my dick pulsating under my firm grip, launching my semen far up onto the red hair covering my chest. I came harder than I ever had before, my body was shaken from the experience and buzzing with pleasure.
We lay there for quite a while afterwards, as it seemed to take forever to catch our breath. James ultimately broke the silence.
"Wow," he half gasped. "Um, ok. I'll go get the tissues."
"Yeah," I responded. "I think I'll need them." Ribbons of white layered over my auburn body hair. James handed me some tissues to clean myself up with.
We wiped up our cum in relative silence, still recovering from the whole experience. Afterwards, we sat on the bed, our dicks going soft, each looking at the other.
"So..." I asked, "now what?" meaning what is to become of our friendship.
"I don't know," James replied. "You want to play some video games?"
I smiled, relieved this hadn't ruined things, but also disappointed at what I thought was the end of our "exploration."
Little did I know this was most definitely not the last time I'd see James naked, or the limit to how far we'd go together.
To Be Continued.