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My friend Jake Stays the night part 1

***All characters are over 18.***

It was the summer before uni, and I had for the first time the house to myself. My parents had taken my brother to tour Europe, while I worked at one of the coffee shops along the beachfront.

As any responsible 18 year old, I decided the first night to invite some friends over, though the only one who could make it was Jake. Jake was a swimmer, and would be out in the water most days. He had curly brown hair, a cheeky grin that girls loved, and a toned six pack from incessant exercise. He was the perfect package, bar one thing.

I waved him in, 'Hi short stuff'.

Jake scowled at me, raising his entire 5'7 self, and shoving past me, his bag clinking as he pushed past me and made his way to my room. I grabbed some glasses and followed behind him, as he pulled out a bottle of rum and some mixers, grinning ear to ear. 'we're finishing this tonight. I haven't had a proper gaming session for ages'

I poured us two heavy measures as he turned on the playstation, loading up Tekken. Jake was getting more and more angry as he kept on losing.

'That tackles bullshit,' he complained, 'how am I meant to counter that's - '

'that tackles bullshit - nah, get good scrub' I laughed. This comment earned me a shove, spilling most of my drink as we both laughed.

After a few hours and more drinks we were both pissed, and decided to head to bed. I took my bed and Jake took the sofa in my room. I did my best not to stare as he took off his shirt and jeans, standing there in just his boxers. He must have caught me looking as he laughed, did a little flex for me and dove under the blanket I had laid out for him.

It took me a while to fall asleep, after seeing one of my hot friends strip Infront of me I was a hard as a rock, but thought better than to take care of it. There's nothing more distracting to sleep than just lying there, hard - not able to touch it. I lay there for what must have been half an hour, the kind of awkward stillness when you're trying not to disturb anyone.

A small shifting in the corner of my eye got my attention. I turned my head slowly to the sofa and I could see jake there, slowly sitting up, looking at my direction.

He whispered to me, 'Stephen?'

I don't know why, but I just lay there quiet. After a minute or two he lay down, and it was then I noticed an obvious bulge under the covers. I heard a faint snap, as his hand moved down to his crotch. 'he must have taken off his boxers' I thought. The idea of my best friend hard and naked not 10ft from me was getting me so hard, I could feel my dick leaking. I quietly took one hand and grabbed my dick, slowly rubbing the head and tightening and loosening my grip, so as to not make a noise.

Jake at this point had no such restraint, I saw the blanket move rapidly as he jerked off with all the subtlety of a jack hammer, the sheets moving with him. After a minute he grunted, looked towards me, and moved the sheet out of his way. I almost came there, his, watching his taut body, one hand fisting his cock, the other he had on his chest. The speed his hand was going, I was surprised he had lasted this long, but then I heard his breathing quicken and a faint moan, as his body tensed up. Watching that I couldn't hold it any more, and came hard into my boxers. It took all my will not to moan, I couldn't let him know I had seen.

Once Jake had caught his breath, he reached into his bag and wiped his hands on a spare t-shirt in there. One more snap if his boxers going back on and be was snoring quietly within minutes. Eventually I feel asleep as well, a bit of guilt of watching my friend jerk off, but remembering it as one of the hottest moment I had experienced yet.

My friend Jake Stays the night - part 2, we go for a run

***All characters are 18+***

There is one fact that every 18 year old guy knows, that every other 18 year old jerks off. It's normally unspoken, but last night I witnessed one of my best friends take care of himself, and I couldn't get it out of my mind. I woke up with the hardest morning wood of my life. I looked over at Jake still snoring quietly on my sofa, the blanket had come off his top half, showing his lean torso. It was too much for me, I tucked my boner into my waistband and snuck out to the bathroom to take care of it.

As soon as I was in, I locked the door and pulled down my boxers, feeling how much my dick had been leaking. I took a moment and rubbed the head, squeezing a drop out, and rubbing it along my head. I looked at myself in the mirror, watching as I stroked my dick. I took a moment to admire myself, Jake had started to help me work out over the last few months, and I was seeing some definition. I was the only gay guy in my year in my small town, and Jake was training me so when I moved to the city I could, 'get as much uni ass as I wanted' I smiled, and started stroking in earnest, remembering how Jake had looked last night, his soft moans as he finally came.

I was getting close, feeling the warmth in my balls and - 'stephen, are you done in there, I really need to piss' the door handle turned as Jake tried to force the door open. Fuck. 'one minute'. I splashed some water in my face and tried to pee to get my hard on gone, squeezing out a few drops. Eventually, blue balled I opened the door and Jake pushed past me. He didn't even close the door as he let out a stream of piss as I went back to my room and pulled on some shorts.

Jake came out a few minutes later, and pulled out a t-shirt and shorts 'come on, time for a run'. I grumbled a protest, but eventually he dragged me out into the sun, as we set along the beachfront. Within about 10 mins, we were both sweating in the afternoon sun. Jake slowed and took off his shirt, revealing his tight body. All I could focus on though was his ass, the shorts he had on hugged them just right, and without the loose t-shirt I was enjoying the view. Unfortunately though, he slowed down to let me catch up. He gave a wave to some girls in our year who giggled. Despite his confidence and looks, Jake hadn't much luck with girls. 'They always want guys over 6ft' he often complained to me and our other friend Ricky. His sexual history was at most a handy at his eighteenth birthday party that he boasted of for months. 'Still more than I've had' I thought to myself.

Eventually, sweaty and tired, we returned back to mine and headed upstairs. Jake had been at my house loads of time before so grabbed a towel in the hall and peeled off his shorts in the hall, showing his perfect ass, just the lightest covering of fuzz over it. 'first showers mine!' he shouted as he ran in closing the door. I stripped down in my room, and grabbed a towel waiting awkward and sweaty. That's when I remembered Jake's bag. I crept over, hearing the shower start and reached in, looking for my prize. I found it, a spare pair of boxers he had grabbed last night to wipe his load off on. I could see the white stains against the black fabric and started jerking off as fast as I could.

Part of me knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself. I lay on my bed, stroking as fast as I could with my right hand, my left bring his cummy boxers to my face where I sniffed. It didn't take me long, I felt my cheeks clench as I came all over my stomach, waves of orgasm coming over me as I started licking his cum stains. A moment later I heard the shower stop, 'fuck!' I stood up and wiped as much cum as I could into his boxers, and shoved them back into his bag. I just got back to my bed when Jake came in, still damp, his blonde hair a mess, and towel round his waist 'showers all yours stud!' as he reached into his bag and started pulling out his clean clothes. I headed to the bathroom, heart still beating. I had just jerked off into my friends underwear. And all I could think was how I wanted to again.