Part 1
My name is Connor. I’ve known my roommate, Jason, for about 20 years. We’ve been best buds ever since we were six years old. We pretty much know everything about each other. Probably more than we should. Of course, when two guys are roommates, it is inevitable that they would get to know personal, intimate details about the other. For example, I know the embarrassing story about how and when he lost his virginity. And he knows about the time my grandma caught me jacking off to lesbian porn. But like I said, for me and Jason, I can safely say that we know more than we ever would have wanted to. Stuff that two straight guys should never know about each other.
Like what their face looks like when they cum.
And how big their erections are.
And what each other’s asshole tastes like.
It’s kind of a long story....
I was sitting on the couch, immersed in my video game, when Jason came home from another trip to the gym. He plopped down on the couch and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the bottom of his tank top.
“Hey man. What’s going on?” He sat back and put his hands behind his head.
I wrinkled my nose. “Dude. Go take a shower. I can smell your pits from here.”
“Really?” Jason put his nose into his armpit and sniffed. “I think they smell great.” He smiled. “Just be grateful you’re not smelling the manfunk that’s noticeable when I do a squat.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Just get the fuck outta here. I’m in no mood to discuss the aroma of your sweaty asshole.”
Jason laughed as he rose from the sofa and headed for the shower. “By the way,” he called back to me, “Did you see the mail today? There’s some kind of notice from the landlord.”
“Really? What is it,” I asked, my eyes still glued to the TV.
“I don’t know. I didn’t read it.”
I rolled my eyes again as the shower started.
Ten minutes later I had finally had enough and shut down my game. The shower was still going strong. He must be jerking off in there. I swear to God, if I find any of his jizz on the bottom of that tub, I’m going to lose my shit. I picked up the mail that was on the end table and sifted through it. After reading the notice from our landlord, I bolted for the bathroom.
“Jason!” I called from the bathroom doorway.
“Yeah?” he called out.
“You need to see this letter from the landlord. He’s giving us a week to give him the last two month’s rent or he’s kicking us the fuck out!”
The water stopped. Jason threw the shower curtain to the side and grabbed his towel. “What the fuck? Are you serious? How did we get so far behind in the rent?”
“Well, I’m no economist, but it could be the fact that we both got laid off and we have no money,” I replied.
“Son of a bitch,” Jason said as he toweled off. He flung the towel over the bar and walked past me, heading for his bedroom.
It wasn’t a big deal for us to see each other naked. When two guys are roommates, it’s practically a given that they will be naked in front of each other at some point. Neither one of us is self-conscious about our body. We take care of ourselves and look pretty damn good if I say so myself. Jason’s a little more broad-shouldered than I am, with a good set of pecs and a six-pack that I’m jealous of. He’s hairier than I am. He’s got a nice pattern of black chest hair on his pecs that trail down to his hard stomach. I prefer to keep myself smooth. I don’t grow that much hair on my chest to begin with, but what I do get, I shave. And I like to keep my pubes nice and tight and my balls smooth. It’s much more pleasant to be fondling smooth nuts while I beat my meat. Plus, my girlfriend Erica says that they better be silky smooth if she’s going to take them into her mouth. Jason, on the other hand, does not appear to appreciate the art of manscaping. His pubes are thick and his nuts are hairy. I don’t understand why a girl would be willing to go down there. He must be amazing in bed. There must be a reason why his girlfriend Megan doesn’t mind trekking through the forest on his crotch.
Jason and I spent the next two hours lamenting about our financial troubles and trying to figure out a way out of this mess. It’s not like we hadn’t both been looking for jobs. But we needed a lot of money, and fast.
“I never mentioned this, because I didn’t think anything of it,” Jason said, when all hope seemed lost. “But I met this guy at the gym a few weeks ago. He said he was a photographer and filmmaker. He saw me in the locker room and he offered me $500 to go to his place and let him take pictures of me. Naked.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And you actually considered it?”
“Well, no. Not until now. What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” I said skeptically. “You’d actually let a guy pay you money to take pictures of your schlong?”
“Desperate times,” Jason replied. “And he also said that if I brought a friend, we would each get $500.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Jason shook his head. “Believe me, I never even gave it a second thought. But if you come with me, and we let this guy take some pictures for his website, we’ll be a thousand bucks closer to keeping a roof over our head.”
I sat there, silently contemplating. Like I said, I had no qualms about my body. But getting naked in front of some stranger who approached random hot guys at the gym and asked them if they wanted to show him their cocks for money? I told Jason I would think about it, even though I was pretty sure I would refuse the offer.
But the next day, our landlord called and said he had started the process of getting us evicted. Less than two hours later, Jason and I were walking into a stranger’s apartment...ready to get naked.
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The guy’s name was David. He was fifty or so, slightly overweight with thinning hair. After introductions were made, Jason and I spent about an hour nervously sitting on his couch just shooting the shit. I didn’t know what was taking so long, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the first one to suggest that Jason and I take off our clothes. Luckily, I didn’t have to.
“So, David...you wanna get this done?” Jason said. “We have some rent to pay.”
“Absolutely,” David said, getting up to fiddle with a video camera.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “I thought it was going to be photographs. Not video.”
“I prefer video for my website,” David said. “But if you’re not comfortable with it, you are free to leave.”
Jason gave me a look that urged me to get over it. After all, we needed the money. I sighed and relented.
“Okay, so should Connor step out of the room while you do my video and then we can swap?” Jason asked.
“No need for that. We’ll do it together.”
Jason and I looked at each other. “You want to film us both naked together?”
“Of course. It’s what my viewers would want.”
Jason shrugged and pulled his shirt off. I just stared at him incredulously.
“What?” he said. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked. I know what you’re hiding down there.”
I shook my head in disbelief. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. I opened my shirt and let it fall to the floor. As Jason pulled his pants down, David took a seat in the chair opposite us. We stood side-by-side in our underwear, facing the man with the camera.
“Alright,” David said, “let’s see what we got.” He took our bodies in with his eyes and made some noises of approval. “Very nice. You guys look good. You obviously work out. Go ahead and flex for me.”
Jason and I lifted our arms and showed our biceps.
“Mmmm. That’s great. I love that hairy chest,” he said to Jason. “And you boys have some great pit hair too. Really sexy.”
Jason and I exchanged glances. “Sexy pit hair?” Jason said. “Do gay guys really think that hairy armpits are a turn on?”
“Absolutely,” David said. “It’s so masculine. I think it’s because armpit hair is like this dirty little secret that guys have to keep hidden. Arms are always down, hiding it. So posing with your arms raised is kind of like saying to the world “look at my manliness.””
Jason and I shrugged. To each his own, I guess.
“Now for the main course,” David said with some humor. “Drop the underwear.”
We both hesitated for a second, but the thought of the thousand bucks was enough for us to overcome our fear. We both simultaneously dropped our boxer briefs to the floor.
David whistled. “Wow. Impressive.”
Now, you know that I had seen Jason naked a number of times, but this time was different. Normally, I never think anything of it. I don’t particularly focus on his dick because it doesn’t interest me. But in this setting, I found that I couldn’t help but focus on our dicks. That was the main reason we were here after all. For the first time I started to feel a little self-conscious. My dick is a nice size, but I am most definitely a grower. Jason, though, was clearly a shower. Circumcised, just like me, his cock looked thick and heavy and dangled delicately over his loose, low hanging nuts. That was another thing...my nuts were usually tighter and closer to my body. Sometimes I wished they could hang lower like Jason’s.
I was so focused on comparing our cocks that I didn’t really hear the questions David was asking.
“So I see you prefer to be smooth, Connor?”
I absentmindedly brought my hands to my sac. They were a little fuzzy because I hadn’t shaved in a few weeks. “Uh, yeah,” I said.
After a few minutes of David ogling our bodies and asking personal questions about our body hair, our sex lives, and our jerk off habits, Jason finally asked, “So...are we good?”
“Not yet,” David said. “I need to see them hard.”
I snapped my neck over in Jason’s direction. That was not part of the deal.
“Uh, I didn’t think that was going to be necessary,” Jason said. “You said we could pose naked and we’d get the $500.”
“Well, my clientele is gay men,” David said. “And gay men want to see rock hard erections. Especially on a couple of hot boys like you. I’ll tell you what. I’ll put on some porn...and you guys can have a seat on the couch and just get yourself worked up so I can get some good shots of you guys in all your glory.”
Jason and I looked at each other, unsure what to do. “Can we have a minute to discuss it, privately?”
“Sure thing,” David said. “I’ll be back in a minute.
As soon as he was out of the room, I said, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Are you crazy? We didn’t get our money yet!”
“Dude! That guy wants us to jack off together!”
“Connor, we don’t have to jack off. We just have to get our dicks hard..”
“Oh really? You know another way of getting your dick hard? He’s putting on porn! He wants to film us sitting together and jerking our cocks!”
“So what if he does?” Jason said. “We both know that we both whack off. Hell, we loan each other lube.”
“Knowing that the other beats off is not the same as doing it while in the same room!”
“Connor, if we leave now...then we have nothing to show for it. We just got naked for this guy for nothing. We gotta do it. Come on, we’ll focus on the babes in the porn and not even look at what the other is doing to his cock.”
I was speechless. I had no desire to be so close to my best friend while doing something so private, but I knew he was right. We needed the money. I wasn’t given much more time to ponder the situation before David returned.
“Okay boys. You ready?”
Jason looked at me. I looked at the floor and then nodded softly.
A few minutes later, I was sitting next to my best friend of 20 years, naked, watching porn while both of us were fondling our nuts and attempting to get our dicks hard.
To my astonishment, I was able to coax myself into getting an erection. I watched the woman on the tv getting fucked and focused my thoughts on titties and wet pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my best friend with a rock hard erection.
It occurred to me that I had never actually seen Jason hard. There would have been no reason for me to have seen it. All the times he had ever been naked in front of me, it was just a piece of uninteresting floppy meat in a bed of fur. But now, it had taken on a whole new dimension. I was getting a rare glimpse of what he provided to the girls he fucked. It was quite impressive.
The two of us stroked our dicks while David filmed us. We didn’t talk to each other, but rather remained silently focused on the porn. I couldn’t help but steal a few quick glances at Jason as he worked. His loose nuts bounced up and down as he jerked enthusiastically. And I’m sure he stole a few glances of his own to size up my own manhood. After a while, the porn kind of faded into the background and I was focused only on my dick. And occasionally on Jason’s.
Our breathing became heavier the more we got into masturbating. After a while I wondered how this was all going to finish. I hadn’t thought about the fact that, unless David just said to stop because he had had enough, the only way this was going to end was with a cumshot. And I wasn’t ready for that. I had been persuaded to do a lot of things today, but I was not about to ejaculate onto myself with my best friend watching.
“Alright,” David said quietly, not wanting to disturb the momentum of our strokes. “I have a proposition for you guys. I will tack on another hundred each if you guys will finish each other off.”
Jason and I made eye contact for the first time since starting to stroke ourselves. Jason could see by my eyes that my answer was an emphatic NO. But he didn’t give me a chance to protest. He reached over and took my erection in his hand.
I’ve had many hands around my hard cock. Most of them my own, but a good number were the woman I’ve fucked. But something felt different about this. As soon as Jason had my cock in his grip, a bolt of electricity tore through my body. It was unlike anything I’d experienced. The feeling in my cock was tremendous, and somehow I felt myself get even harder. Was it because it was a man’s hand on my cock...something I’d never experienced? Or was it because it was specifically Jason’s hand?
“Come on,” he said, imploring me to do what needed to be done. It was obvious that for him this was all business. He had no desire to jack me off any more than I had a desire to jack him off. It was the money and only the money.
I slowly moved my hand over toward his crotch. He pointed his cock forward with his fingers pressing on the top base and allowed me access. I slowly wrapped my hand around my roommate’s thick, hardened cock. I could feel it pulsating.
Obviously I was used to having a dick in my hand. I’d been playing with myself since I was like twelve years old. But I was not prepared for the odd and exhilarating sensation of having another man’s penis in my hand. It felt different from mine. Thicker, for sure. I moved my hand up and down, causing his balls to bounce. He closed his eyes and let me stroke him.
The two of us jerked each other off without looking at each other. All was quiet except for our labored breathing. I glanced at David and could see that he was hard in his pants.
He must really be enjoying this.
Jason grunted in a way that I knew meant the end was near. And suddenly, my balls began to boil as well. We both jerked furiously, each wondering who would erupt first. Jason pinched his eyes shut and grimaced. He grunted loud and I felt the semen moving through the shaft of his penis and saw it erupt. He shot a thick load of cum onto his furry stomach. Two or three ropes later there was an unexpected burst of cum that shot up to his pecs. The jizz dribbled down and covered my hand.
Just then, I let out my own groan and watched my cock as it released its load. Jason, his own orgasm having finished, watched and smiled as my manjuice shot out of my cock. Jason kept jerking and squeezed the drops out until there was nothing left. We sat there, breathing heavily, and looked over at David.
“That was beautiful, you guys. You definitely earned the money.” He tossed us each a towel.
As I wiped the creamy load from my stomach and pubic hair….the post-orgasm guilt was beginning to creep into my mind. What the hell had we just done? How would our friendship be the same after we just jerked each other to ejaculation? We now knew what the other looked and sounded like while having an orgasm.
My mind was reeling.
It was going to be an awkward drive home...that was for sure.
My name is Connor. I’ve known my roommate, Jason, for about 20 years. We’ve been best buds ever since we were six years old. We pretty much know everything about each other. Probably more than we should. Of course, when two guys are roommates, it is inevitable that they would get to know personal, intimate details about the other. For example, I know the embarrassing story about how and when he lost his virginity. And he knows about the time my grandma caught me jacking off to lesbian porn. But like I said, for me and Jason, I can safely say that we know more than we ever would have wanted to. Stuff that two straight guys should never know about each other.
Like what their face looks like when they cum.
And how big their erections are.
And what each other’s asshole tastes like.
It’s kind of a long story....
I was sitting on the couch, immersed in my video game, when Jason came home from another trip to the gym. He plopped down on the couch and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the bottom of his tank top.
“Hey man. What’s going on?” He sat back and put his hands behind his head.
I wrinkled my nose. “Dude. Go take a shower. I can smell your pits from here.”
“Really?” Jason put his nose into his armpit and sniffed. “I think they smell great.” He smiled. “Just be grateful you’re not smelling the manfunk that’s noticeable when I do a squat.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Just get the fuck outta here. I’m in no mood to discuss the aroma of your sweaty asshole.”
Jason laughed as he rose from the sofa and headed for the shower. “By the way,” he called back to me, “Did you see the mail today? There’s some kind of notice from the landlord.”
“Really? What is it,” I asked, my eyes still glued to the TV.
“I don’t know. I didn’t read it.”
I rolled my eyes again as the shower started.
Ten minutes later I had finally had enough and shut down my game. The shower was still going strong. He must be jerking off in there. I swear to God, if I find any of his jizz on the bottom of that tub, I’m going to lose my shit. I picked up the mail that was on the end table and sifted through it. After reading the notice from our landlord, I bolted for the bathroom.
“Jason!” I called from the bathroom doorway.
“Yeah?” he called out.
“You need to see this letter from the landlord. He’s giving us a week to give him the last two month’s rent or he’s kicking us the fuck out!”
The water stopped. Jason threw the shower curtain to the side and grabbed his towel. “What the fuck? Are you serious? How did we get so far behind in the rent?”
“Well, I’m no economist, but it could be the fact that we both got laid off and we have no money,” I replied.
“Son of a bitch,” Jason said as he toweled off. He flung the towel over the bar and walked past me, heading for his bedroom.
It wasn’t a big deal for us to see each other naked. When two guys are roommates, it’s practically a given that they will be naked in front of each other at some point. Neither one of us is self-conscious about our body. We take care of ourselves and look pretty damn good if I say so myself. Jason’s a little more broad-shouldered than I am, with a good set of pecs and a six-pack that I’m jealous of. He’s hairier than I am. He’s got a nice pattern of black chest hair on his pecs that trail down to his hard stomach. I prefer to keep myself smooth. I don’t grow that much hair on my chest to begin with, but what I do get, I shave. And I like to keep my pubes nice and tight and my balls smooth. It’s much more pleasant to be fondling smooth nuts while I beat my meat. Plus, my girlfriend Erica says that they better be silky smooth if she’s going to take them into her mouth. Jason, on the other hand, does not appear to appreciate the art of manscaping. His pubes are thick and his nuts are hairy. I don’t understand why a girl would be willing to go down there. He must be amazing in bed. There must be a reason why his girlfriend Megan doesn’t mind trekking through the forest on his crotch.
Jason and I spent the next two hours lamenting about our financial troubles and trying to figure out a way out of this mess. It’s not like we hadn’t both been looking for jobs. But we needed a lot of money, and fast.
“I never mentioned this, because I didn’t think anything of it,” Jason said, when all hope seemed lost. “But I met this guy at the gym a few weeks ago. He said he was a photographer and filmmaker. He saw me in the locker room and he offered me $500 to go to his place and let him take pictures of me. Naked.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And you actually considered it?”
“Well, no. Not until now. What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” I said skeptically. “You’d actually let a guy pay you money to take pictures of your schlong?”
“Desperate times,” Jason replied. “And he also said that if I brought a friend, we would each get $500.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Jason shook his head. “Believe me, I never even gave it a second thought. But if you come with me, and we let this guy take some pictures for his website, we’ll be a thousand bucks closer to keeping a roof over our head.”
I sat there, silently contemplating. Like I said, I had no qualms about my body. But getting naked in front of some stranger who approached random hot guys at the gym and asked them if they wanted to show him their cocks for money? I told Jason I would think about it, even though I was pretty sure I would refuse the offer.
But the next day, our landlord called and said he had started the process of getting us evicted. Less than two hours later, Jason and I were walking into a stranger’s apartment...ready to get naked.
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The guy’s name was David. He was fifty or so, slightly overweight with thinning hair. After introductions were made, Jason and I spent about an hour nervously sitting on his couch just shooting the shit. I didn’t know what was taking so long, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the first one to suggest that Jason and I take off our clothes. Luckily, I didn’t have to.
“So, David...you wanna get this done?” Jason said. “We have some rent to pay.”
“Absolutely,” David said, getting up to fiddle with a video camera.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “I thought it was going to be photographs. Not video.”
“I prefer video for my website,” David said. “But if you’re not comfortable with it, you are free to leave.”
Jason gave me a look that urged me to get over it. After all, we needed the money. I sighed and relented.
“Okay, so should Connor step out of the room while you do my video and then we can swap?” Jason asked.
“No need for that. We’ll do it together.”
Jason and I looked at each other. “You want to film us both naked together?”
“Of course. It’s what my viewers would want.”
Jason shrugged and pulled his shirt off. I just stared at him incredulously.
“What?” he said. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked. I know what you’re hiding down there.”
I shook my head in disbelief. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. I opened my shirt and let it fall to the floor. As Jason pulled his pants down, David took a seat in the chair opposite us. We stood side-by-side in our underwear, facing the man with the camera.
“Alright,” David said, “let’s see what we got.” He took our bodies in with his eyes and made some noises of approval. “Very nice. You guys look good. You obviously work out. Go ahead and flex for me.”
Jason and I lifted our arms and showed our biceps.
“Mmmm. That’s great. I love that hairy chest,” he said to Jason. “And you boys have some great pit hair too. Really sexy.”
Jason and I exchanged glances. “Sexy pit hair?” Jason said. “Do gay guys really think that hairy armpits are a turn on?”
“Absolutely,” David said. “It’s so masculine. I think it’s because armpit hair is like this dirty little secret that guys have to keep hidden. Arms are always down, hiding it. So posing with your arms raised is kind of like saying to the world “look at my manliness.””
Jason and I shrugged. To each his own, I guess.
“Now for the main course,” David said with some humor. “Drop the underwear.”
We both hesitated for a second, but the thought of the thousand bucks was enough for us to overcome our fear. We both simultaneously dropped our boxer briefs to the floor.
David whistled. “Wow. Impressive.”
Now, you know that I had seen Jason naked a number of times, but this time was different. Normally, I never think anything of it. I don’t particularly focus on his dick because it doesn’t interest me. But in this setting, I found that I couldn’t help but focus on our dicks. That was the main reason we were here after all. For the first time I started to feel a little self-conscious. My dick is a nice size, but I am most definitely a grower. Jason, though, was clearly a shower. Circumcised, just like me, his cock looked thick and heavy and dangled delicately over his loose, low hanging nuts. That was another thing...my nuts were usually tighter and closer to my body. Sometimes I wished they could hang lower like Jason’s.
I was so focused on comparing our cocks that I didn’t really hear the questions David was asking.
“So I see you prefer to be smooth, Connor?”
I absentmindedly brought my hands to my sac. They were a little fuzzy because I hadn’t shaved in a few weeks. “Uh, yeah,” I said.
After a few minutes of David ogling our bodies and asking personal questions about our body hair, our sex lives, and our jerk off habits, Jason finally asked, “So...are we good?”
“Not yet,” David said. “I need to see them hard.”
I snapped my neck over in Jason’s direction. That was not part of the deal.
“Uh, I didn’t think that was going to be necessary,” Jason said. “You said we could pose naked and we’d get the $500.”
“Well, my clientele is gay men,” David said. “And gay men want to see rock hard erections. Especially on a couple of hot boys like you. I’ll tell you what. I’ll put on some porn...and you guys can have a seat on the couch and just get yourself worked up so I can get some good shots of you guys in all your glory.”
Jason and I looked at each other, unsure what to do. “Can we have a minute to discuss it, privately?”
“Sure thing,” David said. “I’ll be back in a minute.
As soon as he was out of the room, I said, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Are you crazy? We didn’t get our money yet!”
“Dude! That guy wants us to jack off together!”
“Connor, we don’t have to jack off. We just have to get our dicks hard..”
“Oh really? You know another way of getting your dick hard? He’s putting on porn! He wants to film us sitting together and jerking our cocks!”
“So what if he does?” Jason said. “We both know that we both whack off. Hell, we loan each other lube.”
“Knowing that the other beats off is not the same as doing it while in the same room!”
“Connor, if we leave now...then we have nothing to show for it. We just got naked for this guy for nothing. We gotta do it. Come on, we’ll focus on the babes in the porn and not even look at what the other is doing to his cock.”
I was speechless. I had no desire to be so close to my best friend while doing something so private, but I knew he was right. We needed the money. I wasn’t given much more time to ponder the situation before David returned.
“Okay boys. You ready?”
Jason looked at me. I looked at the floor and then nodded softly.
A few minutes later, I was sitting next to my best friend of 20 years, naked, watching porn while both of us were fondling our nuts and attempting to get our dicks hard.
To my astonishment, I was able to coax myself into getting an erection. I watched the woman on the tv getting fucked and focused my thoughts on titties and wet pussy. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my best friend with a rock hard erection.
It occurred to me that I had never actually seen Jason hard. There would have been no reason for me to have seen it. All the times he had ever been naked in front of me, it was just a piece of uninteresting floppy meat in a bed of fur. But now, it had taken on a whole new dimension. I was getting a rare glimpse of what he provided to the girls he fucked. It was quite impressive.
The two of us stroked our dicks while David filmed us. We didn’t talk to each other, but rather remained silently focused on the porn. I couldn’t help but steal a few quick glances at Jason as he worked. His loose nuts bounced up and down as he jerked enthusiastically. And I’m sure he stole a few glances of his own to size up my own manhood. After a while, the porn kind of faded into the background and I was focused only on my dick. And occasionally on Jason’s.
Our breathing became heavier the more we got into masturbating. After a while I wondered how this was all going to finish. I hadn’t thought about the fact that, unless David just said to stop because he had had enough, the only way this was going to end was with a cumshot. And I wasn’t ready for that. I had been persuaded to do a lot of things today, but I was not about to ejaculate onto myself with my best friend watching.
“Alright,” David said quietly, not wanting to disturb the momentum of our strokes. “I have a proposition for you guys. I will tack on another hundred each if you guys will finish each other off.”
Jason and I made eye contact for the first time since starting to stroke ourselves. Jason could see by my eyes that my answer was an emphatic NO. But he didn’t give me a chance to protest. He reached over and took my erection in his hand.
I’ve had many hands around my hard cock. Most of them my own, but a good number were the woman I’ve fucked. But something felt different about this. As soon as Jason had my cock in his grip, a bolt of electricity tore through my body. It was unlike anything I’d experienced. The feeling in my cock was tremendous, and somehow I felt myself get even harder. Was it because it was a man’s hand on my cock...something I’d never experienced? Or was it because it was specifically Jason’s hand?
“Come on,” he said, imploring me to do what needed to be done. It was obvious that for him this was all business. He had no desire to jack me off any more than I had a desire to jack him off. It was the money and only the money.
I slowly moved my hand over toward his crotch. He pointed his cock forward with his fingers pressing on the top base and allowed me access. I slowly wrapped my hand around my roommate’s thick, hardened cock. I could feel it pulsating.
Obviously I was used to having a dick in my hand. I’d been playing with myself since I was like twelve years old. But I was not prepared for the odd and exhilarating sensation of having another man’s penis in my hand. It felt different from mine. Thicker, for sure. I moved my hand up and down, causing his balls to bounce. He closed his eyes and let me stroke him.
The two of us jerked each other off without looking at each other. All was quiet except for our labored breathing. I glanced at David and could see that he was hard in his pants.
He must really be enjoying this.
Jason grunted in a way that I knew meant the end was near. And suddenly, my balls began to boil as well. We both jerked furiously, each wondering who would erupt first. Jason pinched his eyes shut and grimaced. He grunted loud and I felt the semen moving through the shaft of his penis and saw it erupt. He shot a thick load of cum onto his furry stomach. Two or three ropes later there was an unexpected burst of cum that shot up to his pecs. The jizz dribbled down and covered my hand.
Just then, I let out my own groan and watched my cock as it released its load. Jason, his own orgasm having finished, watched and smiled as my manjuice shot out of my cock. Jason kept jerking and squeezed the drops out until there was nothing left. We sat there, breathing heavily, and looked over at David.
“That was beautiful, you guys. You definitely earned the money.” He tossed us each a towel.
As I wiped the creamy load from my stomach and pubic hair….the post-orgasm guilt was beginning to creep into my mind. What the hell had we just done? How would our friendship be the same after we just jerked each other to ejaculation? We now knew what the other looked and sounded like while having an orgasm.
My mind was reeling.
It was going to be an awkward drive home...that was for sure.
