It was now on between us. One of us was going to be a winner, and the other would suffer a messy and humiliating defeat. Me and my jackoff buddy Brad were matched pretty evenly, especially where it comes to being kinky.
We started off earlier as friends throughout school, but we didn't know back then that we were both could be interested in each other. It's not that women were out of the question. Let's face it; we were both just really horny guys.
After we got out of school, and life took us in separate directions for a while. We met up a few months later. We decided to go for a beer that Friday, and ended up at Brad's place watching porn. That's when we found out how horny we both really were.
After a few beers and a few videos, Brad got up to change the disc. That's when I noticed a huge bulge in his jeans.
"Damn! Nice boner Brad!"
"Back at you, too!" He replied.
I didn't notice that my own jeans were feeling really tight until then - uncomfortably so.
"I gotta shift things around a bit," I said as I reached in and shifted my stiffening cock around inside my jeans. "Ahhhh, that's much better."
Brad took things a step further and took his jeans off, releasing a major hardon. Brad's cock was cut, and at least 8 inches.
"Well, if that's the way you're going to be," I said as I unfastened my jeans and kicked them off as well.
That's the way it started with us. We played more videos, drank more beer, and proceeded to jerk off until late that night. I fell asleep on Brad's couch after cumming on myself a few times. I'd also been keenly interested in watching Brad cumming on himself too. That first night we got together we kept it mild, standard porn, beer and only touching our own cocks.
The next week, I got a call from Brad to see if I was up for getting together again.
"Sure," I said, "it's my turn to host this time."
"No problem," he replied. "I'm nearly out of porn for us to watch though."
"We can always look up something on the 'net for us to jerk to," I said. And that's what we did.
Only over time, it gradually became a contest with me and Brad as to how kinky we could be with each other. Guys will do that, try to one up on each other and we were no exceptions. Guys will take any opportunity to measure cocks. That's one of the things we did of course: length, then girth, then how far we could shoot cum, how much we came, and how many times we could cum in one night...
Then it was a contest to see who had the better taste in porn. I won when Brad couldn't hold it any longer and spewed cum on himself first. Brad would be the winner if I came first.
Then, one evening, I had on some European style briefs - the kind without a fly.
Brad took one look and said "Nice Panties!!"
Well, that was that. We started trying to outdo each other in what kind of underwear we'd flash to each other when we got together for our now weekly jerkoff and porn sessions.
That's where it started I think. All the time calling each other's briefs panties! One day I decided to push things some more and mail ordered some lacy panties out of a catalog. I got a cute pair in pink for Brad, and another one in purple for me.
It seemed like forever before my package arrived.
Just before Brad came over for our now weekly jerkoff session, I slipped on my new purple lace panties under my regular jeans.
As soon as things got going enough that night, I pulled down my pants like normal and waited until Brad noticed that this time I actually had on panties.
Brad couldn't stop laughing. "Such a cute little panty!" he kept saying.
Eventually he stopped laughing and pointing long enough for me to give him the lacy pink panties I'd bought for him. He started laughing again, but took the panties from me and before I knew it, we were both sitting on the couch watching porn wearing our new panties.
