I had always considered myself straight. While it was true that I hadn't had any sexual experience, the naked girls in the porn mags turned me on plenty, and I hadn't given any real thought to it. It was the end of summer in 1996, the beginning of my senior year of high school. My friend Jerry and I had both turned eighteen over the summer, and so one weekend night in September he pulled out the Penthouse magazine that he was proud to have bought.
"Dude, check out what I got," he said as he pulled the magazine out from his dresser drawer.
I was spending the night at his house, something we had been doing since we became best friends freshman year. We were physically built about the same, right about 5'10" and fairly skinny. We only lived three blocks apart, so it was easy to walk to one another's house. His bedroom had two twin beds on opposite sides of the room. One used to belong to his older brother, and that's the one I used when I slept over.
"Oh hell yeah," I said.
We sat down side by side on the edge of his bed with the magazine between us. He slowly flipped the pages and we stared like gluttons at the images.
The naked girls were hot as hell, and I started to feel my dick stiffen in my pants. Even sexier were the guy/girl pictures, I could imagine those hot girls taking my dick in their mouths and pussies. Even just the girl's hand wrapped around my cock would feel great I bet. I tried my best hide the bulge in my jeans, and I couldn't help but look over to see if he had one too. There was a definite tent sprouting from his pants.
"Fuck, these girls are so hot. Look at that pussy, I bet it would feel so good to just slide right in," he said.
"Have you ever fucked anyone?" I asked.
He shook his head. "No, but I did get that Leslie girl from math class to jerk me off once though."
"Really? How did that feel?"
"Oh my God dude, it felt fucking amazing. So much better than my own hand you know?"
"Damn, that's awesome. I've never had anyone's hand on my dick but my own." I continued staring at the magazine, occasionally stealing a glance into his lap.
My cock was forcefully pushing into my jeans and I seriously needed release. Judging from the strained bulge in his pants, he was feeling about the same. I was about to excuse myself to jerk off in the bathroom when he said "Looks like this stuff is turning you on." He was looking right into my lap.
That comment, which I thought might make things more awkward, served to ease my tension. Now that he had brought it up, I was somehow more free to talk about it.
"You too buddy. I was actually thinking about taking a bathroom break so we could both take care of things."
His hand was slowly stroking his cock through his pants. "Well, I agree it needs to get taken care of, but that doesn't mean you have to leave the room."
Knowing perfectly well what he meant, I said, "What do you mean?"
He started undoing his belt, and while part of my head was telling me that I needed to say something do something to stop it, I was mesmerized and unable to look away. I felt rooted in place as his belt came off. Next came the button on his fly, and I'll never forget the sound of his zipper as he slowly slid it down.
Jerry slightly raised his ass off the bed and quickly slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and I saw another man's cock for the first time. He took off his shirt, slid back and put his back against the wall with his feet hanging off the side of the bed, and put his hands behind his head. I couldn't take my eyes off his rock hard cock. It was just a little bit longer than mine, around six-and-a-half inches, but while mine was straight his had a slight curve toward his body. He grabbed the magazine and slowly stroked his shaft.
