DISCLAIMER: This is a story. None of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary.
WARNING: Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual nature. Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites. Always indulge in safe sex.
My bro Kip also suggest that I warn you that "any guy is going to get a really serious bone in his cargo shorts if he reads it! Definitely!" Thanks, Kip
Master Jacker -part 2
Have you ever had a moment in your life when you wish you could capture every detail, every sound, every sight, ever sensation, and burn it in to your memory to call up again and again like playing a video or DVD? Well, this night was such a moment for me. After years of jacking off alone while dreaming of guys, and after months of working my friends up with descriptions of karma sutra secrets and ancient oriental masturbation techniques, I was finally seeing my bros naked and jackin. Each one of them was waiting with for a 1 hour one-on-one jack off instruction session with me.
To recap, Chad, a hot soccer bro, had just shot the wad of his life, and everyone knew it. He's moaned loud enough to wake the dead and emerged from my room spent, sweaty, covered him jiz, naked, and proclaiming that before that he'd never really cum. What the other bros didn't know was that it was my hand that had brought Chad off, not his own. It was our secret, as were all the happenings this night.
It was more than my friend Brandon could take, and he eagerly volunteered to be next.
Now, saying that Brandon is a surfer bro is part of the picture, but you need more details. He's a bronze god! It was late summer and he was clad, as usual, in board shorts. (He woulda been in a wetsuit if it was fall or spring.... Or decked out for snowboarding in the winter.) His skin was a deeply tanned, his blonde hair (always long and somewhat shaggy, but still WAY hot) was made even blonder by the sun, and what little body hair he had had been bleached golden by the sun.
Brandon is the quintessential surf stud. He's also someone who's very confident and very comfortable with himself and others. I'd barely had the door shut when I heard the velcro of his board shorts come apart. I turned to see this 17yo bronze god, his shorts opened up, no boxers of course, and his semi-erect cock hanging out the front.
With no shame he pulled on his shaft and said, "How do we start?"
I suggested that he lose the shorts and lay down on the bed. Unlike Chad, Brandon was much more comfortable being naked, bonin, and jackin in front of me. Maybe it was just his personality. Maybe he thought nothing of strippin in front of me after all the times he'd changed into and out of his wetsuit on the dunes with his surfer friends. I don't know it was, but he laid on the bed, spread his legs, and tenderly pulled his shaft until his cock was fully erect, closing he eyes for a moment in pure delight of his own body. This boy knew how to pleasure himself.
I stared in amazement at the scene. The contrast between his bronze tan and the white under his board shorts made him even sexier. The sun may not have seen Brandon's privates, but they were out in full view to me. I layed down next to him and said, "It looks like you're already really comfortable in playing with yourself and really allowing yourself to enjoy it all. That's cool."
He smiled a devilish smile, look at me, and said "Yeh bro, I am. Sex is awesome, any way."
So, I started with some basic techniques. Unlike Chad who followed along quietly, Brandon would talk about the techniques and his previous self sessions openly. He'd spurt out "Shit, this is cool. Damn, that feels great. Fuck, ya" as he stroked his meat and recounted previous jackoff sessions he'd had in a remarkable number of places including in school during class and on a sofa in his house under a blanket with his parents in the room.
"You're a quick study," I told him. He flashed a smile again and remarked, "Shit man, I look at it like this. Sex is natural. Everybody does is. Why hide it. Kick back, enjoy it, take it like you can get it."
Now, this was the second really open statement he's made in the evening, so I sensed I could go further with him.
I told him, "You know, Chad was way uptight over this for most of the session. I bet he wanks off in like 2 min on the toilet each morning."
Brandon chuckled, "Poor fucker, he needs to just relax and enjoy. I do."
Again, another opening, so I went for it. "Brandon?" I asked. "You got most of the basic strokes down good. If you want, I can help ya take this to another level."
At that moment, he quite stroking himself, and looked at me. My heart froze, then his smile widened and he said, "Fuck yea bro. Push me. It's cool."
I took the chance. I told him "You got the cock action down, but there's also many other pleasure zones." I noted that many cultures view a man's rectum and prostate and "the male vagina" capable of new levels of erotic pleasure if stimulated.
He stopped again and looked at me, asking "You play with your hole, bro?"
I'd gone this far, "Yeah."
"Sweet," he said. "You ain't alone. I tried some, but show me how you do it."
And so we began rubbing our balls, below our balls, and around our holes. We inserted our index finger which loosening up our tight holes with circular motions. Then, I really took a chance.
"Brandon, look bro. I don't wanna weird you out too much, but the best way to really get into this is for someone else to work your hole for you. It's considered a basic expression of friendship in come cultures."
Then, I though I'd gone too far, because he again stopped stroking and looked me deep in my eyes. After an eternity, he smiled, "Cool," and he lay back, his pre-jiz covered cock arching high in the air, spreading his legs wide for access. "Go for it, bro."
Shit! I was about to finger fuck one of my hottest friends! I had to make this good.
My hands rubbed the tender area between his scrotum and rectum. Brandon closed his eyes and softly moaned. I worked this area for a while, then I lubed up my fingers and went for the prize. I slowly worked around him hole, spreading the skin, touching the hole, then moving away. Brandon closed his eyes and I told him to take deep breaths and focus on relaxing his whole body, especially his hole.
This boy knew his body. I would see him relax and his hole become loose, so that when I was ready, my finger slid in with little resistance.
Brandon instantly reacted, his eye shot open, his body tense some, he gasped for air, then softly moaned "Shitttttttttttttttt" and he relaxed and got in to it. My finger freely slid in and out as he spread his legs and continued to beat off right in front of me.
My worked his hole with one finger, then two, then I began to press on his prostate, and he reacted, "Fuck yeah" He began to beat faster and tense some, but I wanted this stud to really get the full effect of this, so I stopped moving my finger, told him to breathe, and grabbed his wrist to slow his strokes. When my hand mistakenly rubbed his cock head and he didn't react, I took my next chance.
I put my hand on his hand around his cock. He opened his eyes in amazement. "Just lay back and enjoy bro, it's cool. I'll handle this all for ya."
He slowly pulled his hand away, staring me the hole time. He smiled and put his arms behind his head...showing his lightly-haired pits...which I wanted to dive into, but I had more important things "in hand."
With his hand out of the way, I took over... using one hand on his shaft, and another hand's finger up his hole. My fingered prodded his prostate and I could feel instant reactions in his cock. It was better feedback than I had with my hand only on Chad's cock, and I brought him to the edge, drew him back, edged him again, and then held him there.
Not as loud as Chad, I'm still sure the guys outside heard Brandon's deep and continuous moans of pleasure.
It was about that time... I edged him again, brought him back, walked him on the edged, brought him back and then I went for it. I stroked with variety and prodded his prostate. His cock hardened, his balls pulled up, his prostate throbbed, then gobs of white cream erupted from his cock.
"Fuck yeah!" he moaned as his jiz coverd his face, my headboard, his tanned chest and abs, my sheets, and my hand. His body convulsed again and again and my hand and finger clamped down squeezing out every ounce of pleasure and man juice he had in him.
Slowly the spasms subsided as he drew quick breaths. With my fingers still up his ass, he breathing slowed, his body relaxed, and he opened his eyes.
"F-ing awesome, bro" he proclaimed, and as my finger began to slide out he closed his eyes and moaned as if he hated to see it go.
Both of us were quite for a minute, then he said, "Wild, bro. We're gonna do this again soon. You're the best."
I used a shirt to start wiping the jiz from his smooth chest, then he took it from me, smearing the cum all over the front of his body as he wiped.
I handed him his board shorts which be pulled on, leaving the front open, and we headed for the door.
He stopped for a second and said, "Thanks for pushing me. The hole action was great."
Then I opened my door and all the other bros turned to look at Brandon.
With a broad smile he just said, "F-ing wild awesome, bros."
Two down, 4 to go. To be continued....
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