***This is a continuation of my story titled "My Friend's Brother." Both are 100% true stories and are part of my life that I miss***.
So, it was a couple of months since Tom jerked me off and I came all over him and the pull out couch that summer night. I basically spent the entire summer at their house hanging out. It was never awkward and little was said between us about that night. There was a group of five of us that hung out together all summer - myself, Tom, my friend Steve (Tom's younger brother) and two other guys. It was a great summer, we had the run of the house as Tom and Steve's parents were gone every weekend. We played basketball during the day and partied most nights.. Steve and the other two guys were okay hoop players, but didn't take it as seriously as me and Tom did. He and I were definitely the athletes in the group. We were very competitive especially towards each other as we both knew the others could not hold a candle to our hoop games. Because of this, I found myself going to Steve's house just to play basketball with Tom. Most times it was just the two of us playing one on one, but the others played once in a while. Although our night on the pull out couch was usually on my mind (always when I masturbated!), there was no sexual tension between us. Little did our friends know that I watched him lick my cum off his hand only a couple of months ago.
Today was one of those evenings where Tom called me to play basketball. I was home shooting at my own hoop by myself so I said I'd be over soon. When I got there it was Tom, and the two other guys playing 21. Steve was not there as he just started working at a local gas station. I joined them in playing 21, but soon was bored with it and suggested we play two on two. We only played for about thirty minutes because the other two had to leave which was fine because we had very little sunlight left. The two of us went into Tom's house to get some water. It was a Saturday night so as always Tom and Steve had the house to themselves. The only difference this weekend was that their parents were coming home early the next morning so Steve decided against a party that night.
We sat on the couch with our waters and started watching the Red Sox game. Steve still had a couple hours of work left and we decided we'd have a low-key night with just the three of us having some beers. Tom and I watched the game and talked about what was happening on the screen. Neither of us was sitting at the far sides of the couch, but we weren't right next to each other either.
"I'm ready for a beer, how about you," Tom asked me as he was getting up off the couch.
"Always," I responded, not wanting him to have to drink alone.
He got up from the couch and headed for the kitchen. This was not the first time we had been alone together since our night several months ago. In those alone times that followed that night nothing had happened nor even came close to happening. I'm not sure how he felt about that night. Perhaps it was just a drunken mistake that he wanted to forget about or he was embarrassed for initiating it. Whatever the reason it was a one-time event that ran through my mind on a loop whenever I would stroke myself alone.
Tom was gone getting the beers for a while. It wasn't until I heard the bathroom door open that I realized he stopped off on his way back.
"Here you go," he said as he handed me a beer. "Sorry it took so long, I had to stop to take a piss," he said as he sat down on the couch.
"Not a problem," I replied, noticing that he was sitting a little closer to me now than when we initially started watching the game. We continued watching the game while finishing off our beers.
"We'll need to have Steve pick up some more beer on his way home from work," he said, taking the two empties to the kitchen and grabbing the last two beers from the fridge. "Make it last, it's all we have left," as he handed me the can and sat down. He was as close if not closer now. My thought was to say something like"Dude, why so close?", but given our previous exploits I decided not to.
As we sat watching the game Tom's right hand was flat on the couch between the two of us. I noticed it because it just looked like an awkward position to be in. Anyway, I began to notice his hand was moving ever so slightly towards me until it was on the couch, resting against the side of my thigh.
"Oh my fucking god, is this happening again?" I thought to myself. "There's no way to pretend I sleeping if it is happening again"
Tom's movement was very slow and deliberate (this was his approach the first few times we hooked up. It finally got to the point where he would just drop to his knees and I'd pull out my dick) His hand crept up the side of my thigh for what seemed like hours. Finally, his hand came to rest on my cock. I couldn't believe this was happening again. In the two plus months since it first happened, I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't initiate another hook-up, but I'd be more engaged if it ever happened again. With that thought I borrowed a page from his book and let my hand slowly creep across that couch until it was resting against his thigh. As he did to me, I then worked it up to the top of his thigh. I was so nervous. If I took this step there was no going back. Tom was now rubbing my cock somewhat aggressively through my shorts. It was now or never for me so I moved my hand to rest on his cock. I can still remember the feeling in my stomach when I felt his hardness through his shorts. It was a mixture of excitement and fear. What did I get myself into? I should stop and just let him jerk me off again. It's one thing to get jerked off, it's totally different if you do the jerking.
Tom's hand was now sliding into my shorts in search of my cock. Once he found it he wrapped his fingers around it and gently squeezed it. My mind instantly went blank and my only focus became our two cocks. It took me a few seconds, but I finally managed to get my hand into his shorts. When I grasped his cock I paused in disbelief realizing I had a rock hard cock in my hand and it was not mine! He seemed similar in length to mine, but a bit thicker. I stroked him a few times as he did to me. Neither of us said a word as we sat with our hands in each other's shorts. This went on for a few minutes as I grew more comfortable. I was still nervous as hell, but found myself enjoying it more. I decided to check out his balls so I slid my hand down his shaft. Tom let out a slight moan when I got to his balls. I cupped and slowly massaged them. He had huge balls that were resting on the couch when I found them. We played this way for about 10 minutes. Our positioning on the couch was not great with our shorts on and Tom sensed it was time for a change. He pulled his hand out of my shorts and slid slightly away from me.
"Are you okay with taking our shorts off to get more comfortable," he asked me.
I completely surprised myself when I quickly answered "yes".
With that he leaned down and untied his sneakers, took them off and then stood up. I followed his lead and did the same. We were standing side by side in his living getting ready to undress for each other. Tom went first as he grabbed his shorts and boxers and pulled them down in one motion. I wasn't looking directly at him when he disrobed, but I saw his hard cock when it sprang free from its constraints. When I did the same, Tom was looking directly at me. There I was, my hard cock exposed to him waiting to see what happens next.
Tom sat on the couch so I did the same. We were side by side jerking one another again and it felt amazing. It was clear who was leading this adventure. Everything Tom would do I would follow with the same. He spit on his hand, I spit on my hand. He focused on my balls or cock head - same focus on him. One of my most vivid memories of that day was that I was enjoying his cock almost more than the pleasure he was giving me. The feeling of my hand being full of his hard cock had me so excited that I was basically willing to try anything. And with that thought, I did.
I shifted myself away from Tom a little. I still could reach his cock with my hand and continued to stroke him. As my courage was building I stroked faster which caused him to let out another moan. He was enjoying the pace of my stroking and lost focus on my cock. His stroking was erratic at best. This was my opportunity to live out the fantasy I've been jerking myself off to over the last two months. I leaned to my side and down towards Tom's lap. It wasn't the most graceful movement to get there, but I was inches from his throbbing cock. I was amazed how smooth it looked up close. He had a thick patch of pubes that ended at his balls which were shaved. I didn't waste any time as I was afraid I would change my mind. I licked the tip of his cock making him jump. I licked the underside of his shaft and found it felt as smooth as it looked. I then licked the entire length of his shaft which he seemed to enjoy based on the moaning he was doing. I did this for a minute or two while rubbing and squeezing his balls. Tom was reaching for my cock and was only able to grab hold and tug a few times before I needed to shift my weight. The leaning over and to the side was taking its toll on my back. I decided it was time to switch positions to properly live out my fantasy as I had imagined it in my jerk off sessions at home.
