Why I Am Perpetually Hard As told to HardReader by PerpetuallyHard312 Chapter 2
I could hardly believe what I had just heard. Was Jordan, my best friend in the world, serious? He was straight! Had he really just said, "We'll jerk off and see who can cum the most."
If you don't think that made my cock jump you're wrong. This was pretty much as close as I'd ever come to really doing something with him. We'd groped and had our fair share of contact wrestling and playing. But a jerk-off contest?
I didn't even hesitate. I said, "OK" and immediately started to pull my shorts off. But he gave me this startled look and said, "WHOA there cowboy! Not right in front of me!"
I didn't know if he was afraid for me to get naked in front of him because he was genuinely, 100 percent straight, or because he was as worried as I was about showing that he was really gay.
I was left hanging as to exactly where this could go. It had such possibilities. But Jordan seemed to be backpedaling as well as steering.
"Go get your computer," he told me. "First we need some good old-fashioned porn."
While I got my computer, he grabbed an empty 24-ounce bottle of Nestea's green tea and said, "We'll use this to measure. I'll go first. You can wait in the bathroom."
I saw my opportunity slipping away. I should have said screw that plan and just stripped naked right then and there. But the most I could screw up my nerve to do was to ask, "Why don't we do it at the same time? We both carry the same package. You don't have anything I haven't seen before. I'm not going to attack you, you know?"
Truth be told, if he'd given me any chance at all I probably would have done anything to and with him he agreed to. But I think that I may have worried him when I'd blurted out that I was hot for him.
This was new territory for the both of us. As much as I wanted something more, Jordan insisted that we jerk off and cum separately.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door. Unfortunately I couldn't sneak out because that door is so loud. No matter how slowly you try to open it, it creaks and squeaks. He would have known immediately as soon as I started to open it.
The bathroom was directly off my bedroom, right across from my closet. Thinking back on it now, I should have gone into the closet instead. You can't hear the door when it opens so I could have at least cracked it and sneaked a peek at his throbbing hard-on as he stroked himself and blew his load in the bottle.
I kept listening to try to hear something. A little moan or whatever. But nothing. He was a quiet jerker. About 10 minutes later, he knocked on the door and told me he was done. He showed me the bottle, which contained an impressive amount of his fresh cum. His cum was a little thick and very white. A lot like mine.
He must not have been so confident I couldn't cum more than he did because he immediately came up with an excuse about how he'd already cum earlier and he usually shoots more and blah, blah, blah.
I just smiled and took the bottle from him and took his spot on my bed at the computer. One glance at the computer screen and I could see right away that he'd been jerking off to straight porn, of course. But I noticed that the scene featured a girl getting fucked by two guys. Was that some kind of sign? Did he like the idea of getting it on with another guy?
I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and started slowly stroking. I didn't need any porn to make me cum this time. My thoughts were focused on my super sexy stud waiting in my bathroom. He was no doubt washing his hands and probably his still half-hard cock too.
As my hand stroked my hard cock, I let my mind wander and imagine possibilities. Imagining different ways this whole jerk-off contest scenario could have gone between the two of us.
In my mind, I could see it all unfolding so vividly. Jordan didn't stop me when I went to take off my shorts. Instead he sat and watched me strip them off. Watched me as I started to slowly jack my cock. Watched me as I jacked my hard meat for him. And he could tell I was doing it just for him. I didn't disguise how I felt or what I wanted.
As he watched me stroking my cock, he took off his shorts too and started slowly stroking his hard meat. I eased my way closer to him until I was right next to him, our legs touching as we stroked our hard cocks.
With my right hand I gently moved his hand off his cock and then started stroking him. My fingers wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock. I could feel the heat. The sexual tension between us was intense
He did the same to me with his left hand. His fingers wrapped around my cock for the first time ever. I couldn't believe how different it felt to have another guy's hand where mine and only mine had been for so long.
We looked deeply into each other's eyes and slowly leaned forward. Our eyes grew wide as our lips came into contact for the first time. As we kissed we melted into each other while still slowly stroking each other. As our passion grew, we jacked faster and faster.
Then suddenly my eyes flew open. This was for real. I was so close to cumming. I barely grabbed the bottle in time as I released so much pent up sexual frustration into that bottle, mixing my cum with his. I came so hard into that bottle I almost fainted with the sensations rippling through my body. I looked into the bottle as my cum continued to ooze its way down to mingle with Jordan's.
After I regained my composure, I pulled on my shorts, knocked on the bathroom door and showed Jordan the bottle with a big shit-eating grin on my face. His jaw dropped when he saw how much of my cum I had added to his. He accused me of cheating. Damn, straight guys are such poor losers!
He swatted my arm and said, "Hey, that's not fair! You're not allowed to cum twice!"
"I didn't," I said. "But you'd know that I only came once if we had done it together. If you'd watched me jack off the way I suggested."
He shook his head and joined me on the bed. We sat in companionable silence for a few minutes before he declared he was tired and retreated into his sleeping bag on the floor beside my bed.
"Cheater," was the last thing I heard before the steady sounds of his breathing. He was already asleep.
I lay awake staring at the ceiling and I couldn't help but think, "Did I just make the biggest mistake of my life?"
But then I remembered that sitting on my desk beside my bed was that bottle. Still full of our cum. I wasn't much of one to eat cum back then, but I couldn't resist. I reached out silently. Lifted the bottle to my hungry lips and drank. Our juices. Together.
I can't really describe how it tasted. It was sweet, yet it had its own flavor. Like sex. Does that make sense?
I'm bad at describing the taste and smell of cum, but it's so hot and I remember thinking that this came out of Jordan, the man I always wanted. And some of it came out of me too. It was our cum all mixed together. I remember feeling lightheaded as I drank it. Like I couldn't believe it. Like it was a dream that I never wanted to wake up from.
It's so hard to explain really, but if I died then I would've been a happy man. My mind was reeling. I still get so hard that it hurts just thinking about it. Hard. Really hard. Like I am right now.
To Be Continued . . .
I hope you have enjoyed the first two chapters of PerpetuallyHard312's story. There will be one more chapters in the days ahead. Please leave a comment. PerpetuallyHard and I will both be happy to get email from readers with comments and/or questions about the project. Feel free to ask either of us anything. We'll do our best to answer. You can reach me at hardreader2000@aol.com and PerpetuallyHard312 at shadow-emperor312@hotmail.com