Jim had been my best friend as long as I could remember. He lived two houses down from me and we were in the same grade in school. We would spend most of our time out of school together, and in the summers we were almost inseparable. We were constantly stealing porn magazines from our Dads, or the News store at the mall. We would look at all pictures of titties, pussies and of girls playing with guys and other girls. We would always get hard, and we even compared hard-ons sometimes. Looking at the magazines, talking about sex and maybe arguing about who's dick was bigger or harder was as far as it ever went......until that one summer night.
It was the summer after our Senior year in High School. Jim and I had both turned 18 with a week of each other, earlier that summer. Like all 18 year old boys, we both thought about sex constantly. The majority of our time was spent talking about which girl in school had the nicest tits or ass, and who we would like to bang. We had each had girlfriends for short periods of time, but neither of us had ever gotten much farther then a little tittie squeezing.
My parents had just got cable hooked up that summer. Cable T.V. was still pretty new and we were one of the first families on the block to get it. The first week we had it, I was flipping through the cable guide and saw a movie listed called Emmanuelle. The description called it "mature" and said it contained nudity and strong sexual content. I immediately brought the guide over to Jim's house to show him. I read the description to him and then we looked up the showing times. It was going to be on in a couple days at 1:30 a.m. We had seen pictures of sexual acts in magazines and had seen tits in movies, but we had never seen anything that could be described as "strong sexual content" in a movie before. We had to see it.
We told our parents that one of our favorite rock stars was going to be on Letterman Tuesday night , and asked if Jim could sleep over to watch it since it was on so late (this was when Letterman was still on after Johnny). They agreed and we almost went crazy waiting for that night. When Tuesday finally arrived, Jim got to my house about 9 p.m. We sat through the normal boring sit-com stuff with my parents and my sister, Holly. Holly was a few years younger then us, so she went to bed about 10. My parents stayed up to watch the news, and then headed up to bed themselves.
Me and Jim pulled the fold-away bed out of the couch and sat through Johnny Carson and some of Letterman. At 1:30 on the nose we turned the volume down as much as we could to still be able to hear it, and changed the channel over to Cinemax. The intro to the movie had started, and it seemed like the longest series of titles, producers' names and other miscellaneous information about a movie ever. That waiting was all worth it even from the first scene. It started with a scene of a blonde, with huge tits, bathing in a stream. Me and Jim looked at each other and smiled.
"This is going to be good. It's only been on five minutes and my dicks hard already," Jim says to me. I just laugh and quickly return my attention to the screen. The movie was not hard-core, but the next hour and a half was filled with tits, bush, a lot of pelvic thrusting and even some head-bobbing. They couldn't show any actual penetration on t.v., but it was more nudity and simulated sex then either of us had ever seen.
We had both been laying on our stomachs facing the t.v. When the movie ended I turned the set off and Jim rolled onto his back. His cock was making a tent out of his nylon soccer shorts. He smiled and says "Man, my cock is hard as hell. Even harder then when I was feeling up Jenny Mcbride's tits."
I laughed and rolled onto my back next to him. I was wearing jean shorts, so my hard-on was much less noticeable, but it was really straining uncomfortably against the denim. "I gotta get these things off before my cock bursts through them." With that I unzipped my shorts and slid them off. Now my woody was more then visible standing up in my tightie-whities. "I'm never going to get to sleep with wood like this."
Then Jim actually slid his hand into his shorts, "yeah, I might have to take care of this before I can fall asleep," and his hand starts to stroke his cock under his shorts.
Me and Jim had talked about sex a lot, but we had never talked about whacking off. Masturbation was always kind of a taboo subject in high school. I can't really understand why now, but whacking off was always considered gay by the guys in school. You just didn't admit that you did it, even though we all did. So, I couldn't believe Jim was stroking himself right there in front of me. I couldn't believe it, but I was relieved because I wanted to touch my cock more then anything right then. With the ice already broken by Jim, I reached into my own shorts. I'm not sure if it was the movie or my best friend whacking beside me, but my cock felt harder then it ever had before. I started to rub the head of my cock and I looked over at Jim. His eyes were closed, so I asked him "Jim, what do you think about when you beat off?"
"Mostly fucking Tanya Kastner," he said. She was the head of our High School cheerleading squad. "But right now, I thinking about that chick with the big knockers sucking off that dude in the movie."
