"You around? I'll come over," Bill, my very best friend, asked on the phone. He sounded excited.
"What's up?" I asked as he bounded into my bedroom.
"Bobby, you won't believe what I've been doing these past two days," he gushed, out of breath.
"Yeah?" I was used to Bill's exaggerated enthusiasm. Nothing new.
"Well, two days ago I was in my room, same as always, and wanted to ask Roger a question. I should have knocked but you know me. Anyway he was stretched out on the bed, naked. And you know what he was doing?"
"No, why don't you tell me?"
"He was rubbing his cock. It was big and stiff and he was running his hand up and down it. I watched from the doorway for at least a minute. Fortunately, his eyes were closed and he didn't see me. I gasped as a big wad of stuff shot out of the end of his cock and landed on his stomach. Three more spurts followed. I should have gotten out at that point but was stuck in place. I guess he heard me and opened his eyes. "Get the fuck out," he yelled.
"Damn, you caught him jerking off!"
"Yeah. Later he stormed into my bedroom and chewed me out for not knocking. I apologized all to hell and he gradually calmed down. Finally, I got my mouth in gear and asked him if it felt good. He looked at me in surprise.
"You've never done it?"
"No, but I know what you were doing."
"You need to get with it, little brother. You're eighteen and plenty old enough to beat off. Helps keep the frustrations in check. I was out with Susan tonight and expected to get some but we got to arguing over something stupid and I took her home. My hand is a poor substitute for pussy but much better than nothing."
"Does it feel good, Roger? Your face was all crunched up, like it was hurting."
"God, no. And yes, it always feels really good. So you've never done it? Want me to show you how?"
"I guess."
"He told me to take off my shorts as he got a bottle of lotion from his bedroom. He squirted some on my cock which was already half-hard. A tingle went through me when he grabbed it and started moving up and down. No one had ever touched it before, except me of course. It quickly became stiff as a board and just three or four minutes later I spurted. Four times, I think. God, it felt good. Just before it happened my cock got all tingly and the head became ultra-sensitive to his hand. I didn't know what to expect and suddenly I was squirting. Totally caught me by surprise.
"Anyway, that was the most exciting thing I had ever done. Yesterday we did more. He jerked me off again, same as the night before. And then I did him. It felt really strange to hold his cock. It was warm and hard and the head was so slick. He lasted much longer than I did, more experience I guess or maybe I'm not as good at doing it as he is."
I was taken by surprise by Bill's story. Sure, I knew what jerking off was all about but like him I hadn't done it. Sure, I have played with my cock and get it hard. But I didn't know enough to make it spurt. I suppose we are both a little backward when it comes to sexual things, maybe more than a little.
"So you think your brother has been doing it for a while?"
"Sure seemed like it. He didn't seem the least bit reluctant to do me or have me do him. Anyway, it felt really, really good. You interested?"
Sure I was but not sure if this was a gay sort of thing that I would regret later.
"I know what you're thinking, Bobby. Same thought at first went through my mind. I guarantee you, my brother isn't gay. He and his girlfriend fuck all the time. And he had a string of girlfriends throughout high school. Like he told me, what we did was just pressure relief. His girl wasn't available so he jerked off and then took pity on his naive brother.
"Yeah, he's always had a girl hanging around him."
"So, you want to try it? I'll show you what we did."
I pulled off my clothes and stretched out on my bed. This was already a turn-on; my cock was quickly stiffening.
"Nice cock, Bobby. You are bigger than me, plenty to hang onto."
He squirted lotion on it and started rubbing and within minutes I spewed cum all over my chest. Bill was right, the feeling was exquisite. After I cleaned up I did my friend. His cock was smaller but still plenty big. He forewarned me when he was about to orgasm and I covered his cock head with the palm of my hand, catching his cum. Less messy than when I spurted.
We had a new plaything and took advantage whenever we were able to get together, usually three or four times a week. Bill and his brother Roger also did it from time to time and asked me if I wanted to join them, something I was reluctant to do.
"Holy shit. You won't believe what we did last night," he burst into my room.
"What?"
"My brother sucked my cock and then I sucked him."
"You're shitting me."
"No shit. Roger came into my bedroom and asked how you and I were getting along. I had already told him we were jerking off each other. Then he asked if I wanted to try something else. Well, minutes later he had my cock in his mouth, giving me a blow job. I laid there watching as he bobbed his head over my cock.
"Just like when we jerked off each other I started to get that funny feeling and knew I was close. I warned him but he kept going. The next moment I dumped my load into his mouth and he swallowed it all! God, I couldn't believe he did that. I have to tell you, hand jobs are fun but blowjobs are better, much better."
"So then what did you do?"
"Nothing. Roger got up and went to his bedroom. I lay there in a daze. The next day everything was normal, nothing was said by either of us. Now I'm wondering what will happen tonight. Will he want to do it again? Fine with me."
"So how did it go last night?" I asked the next morning, hardly able to contain myself.