A few years ago, when I was just returning home from college, I was hanging out with one of my old high school friends at my place. He and I used to be pretty tight before we ended up heading off to separate schools, him in Texas and me in Michigan. My friend, Joe, had come over with a case of beer and a pile of movies. We used to stay up all night when we were kids watching bad horror movies and making fun of how corny they were. That was one tradition we vowed to keep when we came home from college each year. From a quick glance at the top of the stack, it looked like another selection of cheesy horror flicks, now in DVD form instead of VHS.
Joe walked over and popped in a movie, then walked over and plopped down on the couch and ripped open the case of beer. He tossed me one, and we kicked back and starting drinking. The horror movie wasn't that great. In fact, it was pretty lame. But, the highlights of it, like most horror movies, were the brief sex scenes with partial nudity. A couple of those scenes had happened through the movie. Each time, Joey and I just sat there, watching. I could feel my own dick harden at the scene, and I tried to push my beer can in my crotch to keep it down.
The night went on, and we popped in another movie. By now we were both feeling pretty buzzed, laughing at pretty much all the scary parts instead of being afraid. And when the sex scenes in this movie started, I again felt my dick start to rise. I was having enough of this getting excited and not being able to do anything about it, so I sat my beer down and was getting ready to go to the bathroom to release the hounds when I looked over and saw Joey fixated on the screen, a beer in one hand, and his dick in another.
I don't know if he noticed me looking at him or not, but he kept stroking his dick throughout the scene. He started to pick up pace, but before he could finish, the scene ended. That was enough to snap his attention back a little, and he looked over and saw me gaping at him. "Oh, sorry, dude." He moved to tuck his penis back in his pants.
"Couldn't wait, huh?" I teased.
"Nah, man." Joey took another swig off his beer. "I hate waiting. Sorry about that."
"No problem," I consoled. "I was just about to get up and do the same thing. Only… er… a little more privately."
"Shit, man," Joe said, "you don't need to go anywhere. We're buds. We can whip out our dicks and jack off together."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, man. Come on."
"Joe," I looked at him bewildered. "Umm… what exactly have you been doing down there in Texas?"
"Shut up, man." Joe glared at me. "I'm just talking about a little release for ourselves. We don't have to do anything. Look," Joe reached down into his stack of movies and pulled out another DVD, this one with a little more colorful on the box than the others. He handed it to me.
I took the DVD and read, "
Real Squirters #16.
Man, you got a thing for lousy porn?"
"Hey, it gets the job done," he shrugged.
I took another swig off my beer, and felt my dick move slightly as I turned the DVD over to see some screenshots from the movie on the back. "Okay," I decided. "Sure. Let's do it."
I walked over to the DVD player and stopped the horror flick, and popped in the porn flick instead. I went back over to the couch. Joey already had his dick out. I eyed it tentatively, then sat down on the couch and pulled mine out as well.
The movie started, and it wasn't long before it was into a heavy porn scene. The quality of video was bad, but it was enough to get us going. I looked over, and Joe had already begun to jerk on his cock. I shrugged and started to do the same. We sat there, slowly stroking our dicks for the next 10 minutes, priming them for whomever the next girl getting her holes filled was going to be. As soon as she popped onto the screen, Joey stood up and pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and sat back down on the couch.
"Hey," I commented, "don't be getting jizz all over the couch." Joe nodded, and started stroking as we watched the movie. In no time at all, I heard Joe's breath getting ragged, and looked over to watch his hand furiously pumping his cock. I noticed for the first time that Joe was fairly well endowed. Jackass. He must've had an 8-inch dick, with some massive girth.
"Jesus," I commented. "You asshole. How'd you get such a big cock?"
Joe smiled at me. "It runs in the family."
"Wow," I muttered.
Joe was back at his massively unfair dick, and I could see him start to arch his body a little bit. In another moment, Joe was grunting out, and a few spurts of cum were shooting from his dick onto the floor. I didn't say anything. While Joe had been watching the movie, I had been watching him. And for some reason, I was getting more turned on. Maybe it was the sounds of the woman's moaning and screaming in the background, or maybe it was something else. But, it didn't matter. As soon as Joe was done and was starting to recover, I was watching the movie again, stroking myself a bit faster so I could have my turn.
I watched as some brunette with pigtails was getting bent over a poolside table, and I closed my eyes as I furiously pumped my cock, listening to her moans. I could feel my semen start to build, that inevitable pressure that builds in the bottom of your shaft. Just as I started to slow my thrusts to help make myself cum more, I felt a hand cover mine and stop me.
My eyes snapped open. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked Joe. He had slid over closer to me on the couch, and had his hand around my hand.
