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Master Jacker - Part 4
There are moments in life when you seize an opportunity . . . take a chance. . . force in somewhere. . . and everything comes together. For me, this was one of those times. I had no idea this would all be going down, but I was relishing every second and making memories that would be bate fuel for life and the basis for some really nifty stories.
And here I am giving you many details about myself, my buds, and our experiences and having neglected to even give you my name. I'm Lucas, though, at times, friends call me Luke. Horny and buzzed up, my best friends were, one by one, coming into my room to expand their sexual abilities and experiences.
So far I'd felt that I was well in control of things. I'd directed things pretty closely, but things were about to shift with some of my buds pushing things in directions they chose.
When I was choosing who would come in for the previous one on one, my friend Chase had called out Ben for eagerly boning in anticipation. So, when it came time for the next choice, I had decided that Chase's was up next. But I didn't immediately call him out, I got all of the 3 remaining guys going a bit.
"Three of you all are left. Look at your 3 buds who have gone before. They look completely relaxed and they all have smiles hinting that something really good has gone down. You've heard some sounds and you likely even smell the cum on us all, but is it your chance yet?"
By now, I'm sure all three were boning. I was. "Chase, you're up."
Chase sprung up. His workout shorts left nothing to the imagination about whether my comments had gotten things stirring in his shorts. But Chase didn't care if anybody saw. While his parents were not as open and out about sexuality, they were by no means prudes. Information wasn't withheld.
When his mom began to see the tell-tale stains of self-pleasuring on his sheets at 13, she mentioned them quickly and simply said, "No biggie that you're doing that but please help me out by using some tissues." And the next day his dad opened the door to his room and tossed a black plastic bag with a bottle of lube in it on his bed. "Don't chafe anything up, buddy," he remarked as he closed the door. All of this Chase shared openly with us.
As I closed the door, I knew that Chase would not require the slow progression that Ben did. I suspected it and it was completely confirmed when, in one unceremonious move, Chase shed his shorts and underwear in one move. He then tugged his penis a couple of times stretching it out like an athlete might stretch out limbs before a race.
Let me describe Chase for you. He wasn't a star of any one sport, but with large hands and natural ability, he was a good player of many sports, soccer and basketball in particular. And he was neither a gym rat nor a stranger to a gym. He was always active and his lean body was nicely defined in a way that was completely natural.
He was classic model height, 5'11", with a lean build and slightly bushy light brown hair. He was one of those guys who you really didn't know how defined he was until his shirt came off and, while "ripped" or "chiseled" would not be the words you chose to describe him, you were not disappointed in what you saw.
In many ways, Chase was every guy. And like every high school guy, he jacked off. We all do. So many never talk about it that one of my fantasies is to have a special ability to look at a guy and know when he last beat off.
I'm sure that I'd pass nearly every guy in the hall at school and see "last night," but I'm also sure that for some I'd see "30 minutes ago," maybe in a bathroom or the locker room, or under a desk. As much as I thought I had some corner on advanced techniques for beating off, Chase was about to teach me some new things.
So, there stood Chase, naked, lean, completely comfortable with being all out there, and tugging his more than ample penis that was now semi-erect. "Let's lay down and get going," I said.
Chase enthusiastically jumped in the bed and spread his legs some, providing a full view of one of the most beautiful ballsacs I could imagine. It was by no means tight, nor was it so low hanging as to be odd. It was nicely loose and smooth, and it fully revealed a pair of man nuts of above average size. Chase could fill out any pair of underwear nicely, and in briefs or a speedo he would have attracted the stares of many girls and guys.
With Chase I anticipated something similar to the scene with Chad with me demonstrating stroke techniques for him to try out. The thing was, he seemed to already know every stroke variation I demonstrated.
Chase had harbored no shame about beating off before this night and, in this closed door setting, he even more enthusiastically proclaimed how much he loved bating and how amazing his penis felt as he worked it. He told me every detail of his first time bating and openly spoke of things he had tried, and there were plenty of them.
After a while, running out things to try, in frustration I said, "Damn, buddy. It seems like there's not much I can teach you at all. You've tried out a lot."
"That's cool," Chase immediately responded. "It's just awesome to be chilled, kicked back, and openly bating with someone with no worries or concerns. It's cool to find someone as into it as I am. Well, at least I think you are." Chase paused, trying to gauge my reaction.
At this, my cock surged. I'd found a couple of sites focused on masturbation and found the conversations there of "brotherhood" and "male bonding" very appealing, but, in this moment, I wasn't reading about it. I was experiencing it.
"Hell yah, I'm into it pretty deeply. The world would be a better place if guys could just kick back and bond more," I responded.
Up to this point, I'd been mostly able to control my erection with the others -- hard when I wanted to demo something, but not so hard as to lose control or make it about my own pleasure, but with Chase and this conversation, my cock had become engorged. And I was not alone in that. Chase's member was equally a rod of raging flesh, veins showing all over.
"Got some lube?" he asked. I pointed to the nightstand drawer which he opened as he was closer. This was also a moment of exposure for me as that drawer contained several bottles of lube as well as adult toys including my FleshJack.
"Nice collection, bud!" Chase remarked as he surveyed the options and reached in for my tub of Albolene. "Classic," he remarked with a grin. "I see this stuff all over online among us baters."
Moments later the top of that tub was off and our members were shiny with Albo, frothy around the heads as it mixed with our pre. For a few minutes there was near silence outside of some moans of pleasure and the sounds of slicked up cocks being worked.
"Fuck it feels good, brother," Chase said. "God, yes," I replied, "so damn good. I love my cock! I'm such a masturbater."
"Me too," Chase replied. Again, a few moments of relative silence, moans, and stroking as we both drifted into our own self-pleasure at the same time acknowledged that we were together, sharing a level or personal exposure that few guys do. The meaning of "bonding" was becoming even more clear.
Then, things began to turn. Chase took the lead. "Hey, Luke, there is something I've seen I'd like to try . . . if it's OK."
"Cool, what is it?" I asked.
Chase turned a bit sheepish, but he continued. "Don't get the wrong idea `cause I'm definitely into girls and all but. . .on some videos... especially on some bate sites... I've seen something that looks kinda hot and involves another dude. . . but you gotta swear you'll tell no one."
I replied, "Dude, we're bare-ass naked, boned as fuk, leaking like mad, and we're both apparently appreciating the brotherhood, so what is it? Anything we do or say stays right here."
"Frotting," he quickly replied, "...cock on cock contact, like boning and stroking our tools together" He paused to gauge my reaction.
Chase's explanation was unnecessary. I knew full well what he was talking about. I'd been turned on by videos of this activity myself, but knowing I was the only gay one in the bunch, I'd been hesitant to bring it up.
A sly grin was my first response, and then I remarked, "Hell, yah. I've wanted to try that."
"Sweet," Chase exclaimed, and at that moment, he suddenly and fully took the lead. He was now directing and I was following. He was moving quickly. This was obviously something he had thought about quite a bit.
"So, I saw this one video that was real hot. Let's sit face to face, scissor our legs up and get, like, balls to balls," he directed.
I complied. As we drew closer together, my cock surged more and more. I hesitated a bit as we neared full contact which seemed like crossing some line, but Chase coaxed me on.
"If we're doing this, I think it's about as much contact as possible. Don't be shy. Get in here, bud. Let's do this, brother!"
With that, I needed no more coaxing. Any line I had perceived as something Chase might not want me to cross was now gone.
I edged forward, and our cocks and balls started to make contact. As they did, it was like a charge of electricity made its way across us. As hard as we both were before, we were now even harder. This was profoundly intimate contact.
We both moaned in pleasure. We then paused for a moment, looked at each other, and without words acknowledged that this was feeling good.
Chase then put those large hands that suited him so well for so many sports to a new and better use and he wrapped his hands around our members, pressing them together and beginning to stroke.
The feeling was transcending. There was the hardness, and the slickness, and, most amazingly, the radiating heat of our penises pressed up together.
"The contact is amazing," Chase remarked. Forgetting any line I'd ever worried about crossing, I then wrapped my arms around him and pulled us even closer. That's when I became even more aware of that amazing ballsac of his that I had admired rubbing now up against my own. More electricity flowed across us both.
We were both leaning into this and relishing the connection. This moment was about amazingly close and intimate contact.
Chase continued his deft hand action encompassing our conjoined members. There were his strokes, then pauses when he'd just hold his wrapped fist in place as we took turns thrusting up and down creating mind-blowingly hot cock on cock friction driven equally by us both.
"Fuk! This is amazing," Chase uttered during a brief pause.
"God, yes," I affirmed. "I've so wanted to do this with someone."
"I'm glad it's me for your first, buddy," said Chase.
With that, we looked deep in one another's eyes as our movements became more and more primal. There were strokes, and thrusts, and friction, and sliding, and moans, and heat, and sweat that built and built in an intense way.
Then Chase's stare became more intense as his stoking slowed. Without words but through the transcending contact we were sharing, I knew he was confirming that he was on the edge and ready to dive over, but only if I was too. This was something we'd want to do in unison.
I nodded and he continued to stroke our encased cocks with his strong hands as we stared into each other's souls. Our eyes grew wider, our looks more intense, then, with one completely commanding stroke across both heads and shafts, Chase masterfully threw us over the edge together. Waves of pleasure and pulses of semen shot through our bodies as we clasped one another closely in complete openness, intimacy, pleasure, and profound release.
Our quick pulses and panting breaths took some time to subside. Co-mingled cum oozed down our necks, chests, groins, shafts, and balls onto the sheets. This was one of those moments when neither participant has a need to ask the other if what was experienced was good. There was no doubt that it was good.
We slowly drifted back to the physical reality. Emotional reality, however, was altered somehow. In the afterglow, we both knew that something had changed. We had experienced something deeply powerful by sharing our primal physicality. It was a moment of connection that cannot be explained, the forming a bond that would linger.
"Fucking intense," Chase whispered, as he lingered for a moment before raising himself from the bed, his cock now flaccid and swinging right in front of me. We wiped down with some old shorts and a t-shirt I had sitting around.
As we prepared to open the door back to the others, Chase paused. He looked right at me and said, "That was insanely good. Mind-blowing actually. We gotta do that again when we're alone and we can go even longer and get even louder. I'm serious."
Nearly unable to speak, I nodded as Chase opened the door back to our friends.
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