Year 1 Rodrigo
Dermott and I have been friends since our early 20s. He dated a girl I used to work with and we became better friends after they broke up. After a few months we were each other's go to person whenever shit got too real. We'd get drunk, go to parties, hang out, get over whatever pissed us off or hurt us and we'd move on. Dermott got married last year and it'd been pretty smooth sailing for them. I hadn't had as much a chance to hang with him since, but last week he got into his first real fight with his wife. He needed to get away before making any rash decisions. My duty as his sound board was activated. He wanted to get away away and so he booked a cabin out in Mt Rainier and then asked me to join him.
I'm single and had nothing better to do. It's was the summer before my last year of my Masters and I was pretty broke. But Dermott offered to cover the trip and well how could I refuse?
We're driving to a cabin which is about 7 hours away from our city. It's pretty idyllic, it's mid-summer and the weather is pleasant. He rented a two bedroom cabin with the works; jacuzzi, giant ass TV, Playstation 4 and XBox, and most importantly beer. We were also both pretty good about going to the gym and staying in shape so the idea of hiking around there appealed to both of us.
Dermott hadn't been as active since he got married and was on the verge of getting a beer gut, but years of commitment to exercise had prevailed and he was still in decent shape, it didn't stop me from teasing him about it. I love my craft beers, but have remained committed to exercising and am in the best shape of my life. He is White, with short brown hair, about 6' tall same as me, pensive hazel eyes, with a clean shaven face, and pleasant smile. At first glance he looks muscular, but closer up you could see some of those muscles loosening up. My Venezuelan heritage gives me the appearance of a nice permanent tan. I have black hair a bit longer than Dermott's, just enough for it to curl a bit over my head. I have brown eyes, a sharp jaw, and a clean shaven face that along with my toned muscles got me pretty much any girl I set my sights on. I shave my body and the only hair I have is on my head and armpits, somehow it didn't feel right to shave that off. I do have them trimmed pretty close to my skin though. Dermott who I was pretty sure didn't shave anything but his face would tease me about my legs and arms at every opportunity. He'd probably tease me about how I shaved my pubes and balls if he'd know too.
We are an odd pairing for friends. I am pretty liberal and free thinking and he is conservative and recalcitrant about practically everything, even at 25. Somehow us arguing a lot about politics turned into friendship. The whole drive to the cabin was an argument about the validity of NPR being funded by the government. I finally concluded that he was wrong.
We arrive at the cabin at around 7PM. Even as the days are longer in the summer, the sun is starting to come down. We both agree to early get rest early since we planned on heading out on a hike early the next morning.
As soon as I enter my room I strip off all my clothes. I love to sleep naked. I don't understand people that wear clothes to sleep. The sheets in the cabin feel amazing all around and I won't deny that I'm getting off from their feel on my dick. In fact, they bring on a hard on that I just can't get rid of. I'm not really in the mood to jerk off, but my dick is throbbing. Not being able to deny my cock it's due, I pull the sheets off, spit on my hand and get to work. My cock is just a little bigger than 7 inches. I'm the perfect size. At least that's what girls tell me. I have low hanging balls, which get hurt fairly easy, so that kind of sucks, but they seem to be inviting for girls to suck on when I get blow jobs. I'm circumcised and I have to say as I examine my cock, I'm pretty proud of what I have down here. As I jerk off I realize that the mirror in that room is directed at the bed. If I turn on the lights I'll be able to see myself as I jerk off. Ever since I started working out I can't help but to find watching myself jerk off a turn on. I turn on the lights and watch as I stroke myself slowly and lazily. With firm strokes and a tight grip I bring my pole to a throbbing climax fairly quickly. I shoot my load into some tissues, turn the lights off, and knock out. I sleep like a rock.
The next day we start the day early as planned. Dermott seems more at ease than he had the previous day. Getting away seems to be clearing his head. He is less combative through breakfast, even as he read the news on his phone. There was something handsome about the messy haired, just got out of bed, Dermott. I'd gone on a few getaways with Dermott before, usually with other friends or our girlfriends, so I'd seen him in the mornings before. There was an innocence about him. It made me glad I was his friend. We have our coffee and breakfast and pack our bags.
We head out with some sandwiches and light snacks and plan to be out all day, however around noon we get hit by some unexpected rain; and then it doesn't stop. We reluctantly head back to the cabin. It takes us nearly an hour to run back through what became extremely muddy terrain. By the time we get back we're both drenched, cold, and dirty. We'd both taken our shirts off and were down to just our mud drenched shorts and hiking boots.
Once in the cabin we make our way to the bathroom. It only has one bathroom, it's huge, but it's only one. We both seem to get a new rush of energy and race to it to get first dibs on the shower. I get in first and quickly drop my shorts and underwear to the ground. Up to that moment, Dermott had never seen me naked and I have never seen him. I gamble he will be too prudish to pursue me into the bathroom after that, but he isn't. He's determined and he drops his pants down just as quickly and pushes me out of the way and enters the shower first.
He looks ridiculous because he still had his muddy ass boots and backpack on. So did I, but I hadn't looked at myself in the mirror. It's the first time I see his penis. It is soft, uncircumcised, and fat hanging just so off his big balls. Dermott didn't have much hair on his chest and only a minimal happy trail, so I am surprised by how thick his wet dark pubic hair is and how it crowned his dick. He must have noticed my shock or caught me staring or maybe his actions struck him as soon as he entered the shower and he quickly turns around.
"I win asshole, get the fuck out of here until I'm finished"
"It's cold as fuck out there. Just take a quick shower and let me in."
He reluctantly takes of his bag and hands it to me and turns on the shower, "Fuck!"
"What?"
"I still have my shoes on."
He bends down facing away from me and his hairy ass is in my view. With him turned around and struggling with his shoes I get a chance to really look uninterrupted. Hairiness aside, he has a pretty nice ass. Those extra pounds he's been getting rounded him out well. I felt my face get red and quickly looked around. He didn't notice and eventually throws his shoes out and begins showering. The room quickly fogs up as he showers in ridiculously hot water.
I put my backpack down and then take my time taking my shoes off. I am muddy everywhere. I look at myself in the mirror and find that it is completely fogged up. I look down and realize I have wood. My dick gets pretty fat when it's hard and it's difficult to hide my 7 inches when it is, even when it's just hanging out it can look like I'm sporting a boner. Shaving my pubes and balls contributes to making my dick look impressive. Still, I don't want Dermot to think I am sporting wood for him. I am cold as fuck so my dick should be shrunken down. When I think about it, I wonder why Dermott's wasn't shrunk down either, or maybe it was and he's just huge. The thought makes my face feel flush.
I try to focus of the fact that I am freezing, but my dick seems undeterred by this and the more I think about it the harder it gets, "Fuck."
What the hell is wrong with my dick?
"What?" Dermott asks from the shower.
"Nothing," I say still turned away from him. I keep thinking of him bent over, exposing his ass and then I can feel my dick twitching; eager for attention. Unconsciously I touch myself and I twitch harder. Dermott stops the shower and asks me to hand him a towel.
I count on it being too foggy in the room for him to notice my hard on and quickly walk over to a cabinet and get a towel for him and myself. He seems oblivious to my dick even as I feel it vibrating for attention. He takes the towel and begins to dry his head, walking out of the shower. His naked body walks past mine, steaming from the shower. I had never seen my friend naked before that moment and he leaves the bathroom without turning around and without letting me see his dick again.
I'm relieved he left the bathroom and I quickly turn the shower back on. As the hot water starts washing the mud off me I get to work on getting my dick the satisfaction it's craving and within minutes I blow my load. I can't even tell what I was thinking off, but I think it was Dermott's ass. The shower warms me up and I stay there a while. I eventually come out, dry off, wrap the towel around my waist and head out. As I walked past Dermott's room I notice that the door is partially opened.
I open it all the way, "What do you want for dinner?"
"Knock much?! Fuck!" is all he says as he throws a bed sheet over his naked body.
"Sorry man," I stammer, realizing I had just caught my bud jacking off, "Lock your door next time."
I walk out with the image of Dermott with his hand on his cock. He is probably as big as me. It was only a moment, but already I can tell the image is crystallizing in my mind. I'd thought about dude's before, not in any realistic way, just passively and I had never thought of Dermott in any sexual way, but I'd just jerked off to thoughts of his ass and after witnessing him jacking off I felt my dick expanding under my towel again. I get to my room and put on some grey sweatpants and a soft t shirt. I decide I should wear underwear tonight as it seemed my dick is determined to stay hard. I undress again, put on underwear, put on the sweatpants again and head out to the kitchen. It is around six, but it's already dark because of the rain.
I decide to make us soup because even though it's summer, the weather has dropped with the rain. The thought of Dermott jerking off keeps playing over and over in my head. There is suddenly this sexual energy connected to any thought of him that I cannot shake. He eventually comes out of his room. He is dressed in black sweatpants, socks, and a blue long sleeve shirt.
"That took a while," I tease him.
"I was talking to Melanie," he says with mild annoyance on his face.
"Didn't go well?"
"No, the look was for your comment," Dermott says, "The call actually went great. We both apologized."
"Good to hear," I say, "Does that mean our trip is getting cut short?"
"Do you mind?"
"No, its cool. If it means you guys will be okay then I'm down for whatever, you paid for this place."
"Cool."
I finish the soup and then prepare us both bowls. We sit at the kitchen counter. We don't say anything for a while.
"So when did you want to head back?" I finally ask to break the silence.
"Listen I'm sorry to you had to see that," Dermott says with embarrassment on his face. "It had just been a while."
"You jerking off?" I ask, "It's not even a thing. I thought it was funny. Dude I jerk off like twice a day. Every day."
"Twice a day?!" Dermott feigns shock, "Pssh before Melanie I jacked off at least twice that. But it just changes with marriage. But listen I don't like talking about this stuff. I mean who needs to know my personal shit, right? Seeing your package was also an unpleasant surprise today. I'm sorry about that and I'm sorry you had to see mine twice."
"It's really okay. I'm surprised we hadn't seen each other's cocks before today."
"Anyway man, enough about our junk. Can we just pretend it didn't happen?"
"Sure."
"Did you want to see if there was anything on TV?"
"If the reception is working with this storm."
He walks over to the couch and turns on the TV.
"Want a beer?"
"Oh shit I forgot we brought them. Yeah man serve em up."
"We'll have to finish these off tonight. There is enough for three days here."
"We don't have to leave early tomorrow," Dermott says, "I'm down for getting wasted tonight if you are?"
"Let's get started."
And so we are four beers in each. Mind you we brought good stuff, 12% alcohol content or better so we are pretty wasted. We lower the lights in the room, but leave enough light so we can still see each other and where we are putting our beer bottles. There are 4 couches in the room; a love seat on the middle and two smaller seats on the sides. I am sitting on the smaller seat to the left, Dermott is sitting on the loveseat in the middle. We have been watching "Underworld" with hot as fuck Kate Beckinsdale. It just happened to be on and we hadn't seen it in years. As the drunkenness takes away more and more inhibitions, I feel my boner picking back up. The thought of sticking my face into Kate's pussy is making my dick pulse. The thought of her arching her back as I fuck her doggy style is becoming more defined. I fantasize about that ass and somewhere along the fantasy her smooth ass becomes hairy and I am fucking Dermott. I touch myself occasionally as if I were adjusting myself, but every chance I get I pull on my hardening tool. Despite the underwear, the pants I am wearing probably made my hard on super obvious, but Dermott is just watching the TV and I hope the low lighting is keeping my cock concealed.
"Do you shave your pubes?" Dermott suddenly looks at me, his eyes glassy and slightly red.
"What?"
"When I saw your dick earlier, you had no pubes."
"Uh I thought we weren't going to talk about that?"
"Fuck it. I'm curious."
I laugh at this, "You're drunk."
"No shit."
"You really want to know?"
"Yeah, I mean how do you keep from cutting your ball sack?"
"Carefully."
"Why shave at all?"
"I dunno it feels good and truthfully you'd surprise to know how many girls are more willing to suck my dick when they see it's shaved."
"Seems like a legit reason. Melanie shaves, but she seems to like me like I am."
"TMI man, I don't want to know about your wife's pussy. I have to see her again you know."
"Haha, you're right. Well anyway, I like my dick the way it is."
"It looked fine to me," I say almost immediately regretting the statement.
Dermott stares at me blankly. His glassy eyes move slowly over me, landing on my crotch.
"Good," he finally says. "You're hard as fuck right now aren't you?"
"What?" I say looking down and noticing that the conversation has brought my boy to full attention.
"Ah geez, I'm sorry man," I say closing my legs and turning my bottom torso away from him.
"I'd heard some Latinos had huge fucking cocks, I guess I never thought about your cock, but Jesus, you have a big cock."
"Whatever man, my dick is average," I say.
"Fuck nah, my dick is average," Dermott says getting up and dropping his pants to the ground. "Six inches of white man meat at your service."
He's hard. Smaller than me I realize now, but his thick uncircumcised cock is suddenly right in front of me. Pink and fleshy. His balls are no longer low hanging, I can see them moving. His cock has a hint of pre cum at the tip and it is throbbing just like mine. I'm frozen on my seat in the couch. It feels like time slowed down. I peel my eyes from his hard on and look back at his face. He smiles, bends down clumsily and pulls his pants back up. "Your turn asshole, show me what you got!"
"I'm okay, thanks," I say not sure where this is going.
"Drop your pants and show me your cock!" he shouts laughing.
"You really want to see it?"
He gives me a drunken smirk.
"All right . . ." I say getting up and pulling my pants down slowly around my waist letting my cock pop out of my pants as I drop them for maximum effect.
"Whoa," is all he says. He plops back on his seat. He licks his lips, unconsciously I believe, "That's a huge dick."
I stand there, pants down, rock hard and absolutely turned on by the way he is looking at my package.
"You see what you wanted?" I ask teasing him.
"Dude. Just whoa," he says again.
I laugh and go to pull my pants back up.
"Wanna get off together?" he suggests.
"Wanna what?" I am shocked he said it. "Conservative you wants to jack off with a dude?"
"Shut the fuck up, do you want to or not?"
"Sure," I hear myself say. I want to. I want this so badly.
He takes his pants down and his cock is shiny with pre cum. He begins to jack off before I can get my own pants back down. He pulls at his cock furiously. I sit back down, pants down and begin to jerk off too. The TV is still playing the movie and he watches it. I'm not sure what he is jerking off too as there is a climactic battle on screen. I watch him, at first just out of curiosity, but then out of sexual fascination. He is jerking off so fast and so aggressively it is turning me on even more.
I feel warm and I take off my shirt. I am full on naked and sitting in the same room with my best friend. He is sitting feet away from me and jerking off. He looks at me when I take my shirt off. It is a strange look.
"Fuck!" he moans.
He shoot a huge load onto his blue shirt. His face turns red as he shoots a second load over his hairy pubes. A third shot falls on his leg. A fourth and fifth drizzle out over his hand.
"Aww man that was a good cum shot," he says as he examines his shirt.
"Damn dude," is all I can say. I had never seen another dude cum in person. There is a smell in the air. Something primal and it is enough for me to climax. I look straight at his semi hard, cum covered dick and feel the rolling orgasm explode from my cock. I have been told that I cum a lot. Every time a girl has tried to swallow, my cum inevitably begins to drip down her chin.
I shoot a load that hits my face. A second one falls over my nipple. A third lands God knows where. I feel several more, but lose track of them. When I finally come back to my senses my dick is covered in thick cum and Dermott is staring at me in astonishment.
"That was fucking amazing," he says. "I've never seen so much fucking cum come out of a dick."
I absentmindedly reach up to my face to wipe down the cum on it and put it in my mouth.
"You eat your cum?!" he says looking repelled by the thought.
"Oh shit. . . sorry force of habit." I like the taste of my cum. I can't believe I just did that in front of him though.
"Fuck," Dermott says passively. He reaches his cum covered hand to his lips, but stops short of putting them there. "Yeah, not my thing."
"It's not for everyone," I smile.
He smiles back, "You are one nasty fucker."
"I'm not that bad," I said.
"Can this stay between us?" he says taking his shirt off to clean up the cum on him.
"Yeah man," I say, "We didn't do anything."
I clean myself up with my shirt as well and pull my pants on over my semi hard cock. Despite this being my second cumshot of the day, I still feel horny. I know I am still going to go to my bedroom to jerk off a third time after this.
"Is it weird if I tell you I still feel pretty horny?" he asks.
"Kind of, but to be honest so do I," I say.
He remains silent for moment, `Melanie and I have sex all the time, like all the time, and I swear I could cum in that pussy all day if I could. We hadn't had sex in a few weeks before the fight and I hadn't really jerked off either. Did you know I could have up to 6 orgasms in one day? I counted once. It was impressive."
"I can't deny I'm not impressed. Five was my all-time high. And this is actually my second orgasm today."
"Yeah after you caught me earlier, I did finish off. I came as much as you did just now. It took me a while to clean up."
"Aha you were being naughty," I say.
He blushes, "Fuck you."
I run my hand over my dick through my pants.
"You're circumcised," he says.
"Yeah."
"Ever wonder what it'd feel like if you were uncircumcised?"
"Sometimes," I say.
I feel bold, stand up, and I take my pants back down. My dick is just as hard again.
"I'm jerking off again," I say as I sit next to him this time.
He half nods and takes a sip of his beer, "I'm down for one more."
He pulls his pants down again and I am pleased to see he is hard as well.
I spit on my hand and begin to jerk off again.
"I wish we'd brought lube. Why didn't you bring lube?"
`What the hell did you think I was planning for this weekend?"
"That's fair," Dermott laughs.
Dermott spit on his hand and begins to jerk off too.
"I don't need as much spit, so if you need some I got some for you," he jokes.
"Gimme some of your spit then asshole," I joke back.
Then he does something completely unexpected. He sits up and puts his face over my dick and proceeds to drip a huge wad of spit over my throbbing cock head. He looks at me mischievously, a little bit of spit dripping from his chin and then wipes his mouth roughly and sits back and continues jerking. That alone should have sent me over, but I hold back and use his spit to slowly and tightly stroke myself.
Soon enough I am on my way back to another orgasm. Dermott spitting on my dick is an image I cannot shake from my mind. I shake as I feel my orgasm coming and out bursts massive globs of white cum. I shoot straight up, I think, but I notice that one of my shots got Dermott on the stomach. He keeps jerking off, not recoiling from it or anything. It took me a moment to recollect myself. He watches me as I come. When he sees that I am back from my orgasm, he picks up the cum that landed on his stomach with the fingers of his free hand and sticks it in his mouth.
I am still feeling my post orgasm satisfaction, but the fact that he just did that is intoxicating.
He nods his head as if with approval, "Not bad."
He jerks himself faster and harder now. Man his dick can take a beating. He closes his eyes and continues stroking. I watch him curiously. He put his other arm over his head to hold the couch. His hairy armpit teases me to do something to it. I examine his trail and hairy bush. It was covered in cum from his first shot. His dick is shiny from spit and pre cum. I see his muscles flex and his jaw tighten. I know he's close. He looks so fucking amazing in that moment.
Suddenly he lets out a gasp and this time his shot is pretty impressive. It hits the coffee table in front of us. Twice. The rest of his cumshot coats his hand and he slows his rhythm. I don't take my eyes off him and he doesn't look at me as if understanding that eye contact now would change the dynamic.
"Clean up is so much easier with no hair," I say putting my shirt over his softening dick.
He smirks at me, "I'm still keeping it."
He wipes himself clean and hands me back my shirt to clean myself off. We smell of sex even though we haven't touched each other. We agree we need to shower. I follow him to the bathroom, his musky trail and ass, so hairy and round, causing my cock to twitch again. We'd both gotten sweaty in the process.
We shower, taking turns. He leaves the bathroom without letting me see his dick again. The image of him as he worked himself up to an orgasm linger in my head and I know it will linger for a long time. He went from being that innocent looking man to some kind of sex beast in my head over the course of a day. I can't help but wonder if he fucks with the same enthusiasm. I go to bed, relaxed and sleep quickly.
We wake up the next morning hungover as fuck, but both very much relaxed. On the car ride back the next day we talk about how often we jerk off and when and what too (he jerks off in the shower in the morning if he doesn't have sex and he usually thinks of breasts getting soaped up). We talk about our first jerk off. He was 13 and in a bedroom he shared with his brother. I was 12 and jerked off in the family living room when my family went away for a few hours. It's a story of my life, an aspect of my life, I never shared with anyone, and yet we're so frank with each other it's incredible. It is a whole new level of friendship.
As we arrive back in the city he suggests we do this kind of trip again next year. I start school later in the month and even though he and his wife were okay, he knew he needed to work on his marriage. We shake hands, hug, and agree to make plans as soon as we know our schedules.