Should I hook up with my "straight" best friend?

[Soccerman8880]

oh my gawwwwd! I was hoping and praying for the "well it's only fair you get to cum too," part of the experience where you helped him finish after, but either way, glad it's working out for you!

 

[DAVE08114]

Hey guys! I’m so sorry I left all of you hanging. I just finished up my move back to Los Angeles so there’s been a lot going on, especially for the preparation. I really appreciate everyone’s comments and advice about what I posted, and there was so much to consider going into it. As you know, New Year’s just passed and I know for damn sure some of you have been on the edge of your seats, lol. So here’s what happened…

We obviously spent New Year’s Eve together, and he kept repeating all day how excited he was that it was just going to be us. We ended up BBQ’ing some filets, and then of course since it was New Year’s, we started drinking as well. After two drink’s he started getting touchy like usual. We both really wanted to watch the NYE countdown events so we ended up throwing them on and chilled on the couch. He wanted to hold my hand as we watched, which at this point in our friendship is nothing, and then he laid on me and wanted to cuddle for a second. When we got up to get our third drink, he said something that definitely threw me off. He asked “what’s the different between a circumcised dick and an uncircumcised dick?”. I stood there in shock for a second and then explained it to him. I was surprised at first he didn’t know the difference, but then because he perfectly fits the stereotype of a jock, I sort of understood how something of that nature can be out of his education range. I even ended up referring to our dicks because of the circumcision scars we have. At this point he was still confused so he said, “wait, what do you mean the scar line?”. So I ended up whipping out my dick to show him, and really tried to educate him on the difference. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock too to examine, but I was surprised to see he had a full on chub going on.

Like I’ve said, we’ve totally seen each others cocks before, but never have I seen him whip it out with a full on chub. I got a little nervous because the sight of his cock thickened up more than usual started to turn me on, and I noticed mine was starting to fill up more too. I watched him as he stroked the scar on his cock, and then he said, “I definitely see what you mean now. I can even sort of feel it”. Without hesitation, he looked at my cock and said, “can you feel yours?” and then reached out to feel. At this point no matter how much I tried thinking of something to turn me off, it wouldn’t work. As he was feeling the scar on my dick it started to fill up more and it was definitely noticeable. I immediately apologized because of how embarrassed I was, but he just laughed it off and kept feeling it. There was a short moment of silence but he broke it by saying, “I’ve never touched someone else’s dick before. It’s so weird, especially because of how hard it is now. Do you cum a lot?”. Because I was still slightly embarrassed, I decided to try to break it with some humor and replied, “well if you keep touching it so much you’re about to find out”. He broke eye contact from my dick and looked up at me with a look of complete shock. Sort of like I said something terrible. He quickly took his hand off of my dick and just said, “really?”. And I was like, “well yeah duh. That how it works bro”. He stood there for a second and then looked away. His face looked like he was stuck with a question on a math quiz. I started to put my cock back in my pants but then he looked back at me and asked, “can I see?”.

I honestly had no clue what to even say. I kind of froze midway stuffing my dick back in my underwear and looked at the floor. There was a part of me that didn’t even really understand the request. He must of seen that I was sort of puzzled because he ended up laughing and said, “I’m just kidding bro”. I looked back up and saw him standing there smiling at his “joke” with his cock still hanging outside of his pants and said, “I’m down if you want to see?”. His face got serious again and it was silent for a second so I decided to follow it up by saying, “can we sit on the couch though? I’m not much or a stander…”. Without saying anything, he started walking over to the couch and I followed behind him. My heart started racing really fast and I actually started to get a bit nervous. He took a seat and at that point I sort of hesitated because I didn’t know if he wanted me to sit right next to him, or if I should give us some space in-between. So I stayed on the safe side and ended up sitting far enough that another person would be able to fit in-between us. He looked at me a little surprised and said, “I mean, I can’t really see much if you’re going to sit so far away”. (Even though I was literally 4 feet away) So I smiled and scooched over and apologized. I lifted my hips off the couch so I could pull my pants down, but when I sat back down with my cock out, I wasn’t hard anymore. I wasn’t soft, but my dick was laying in-between my thighs chubbed up. He smiled as he looked and said, “stage fright?”. I smiled nervously and replied, “I just wasn’t prepared to do a solo production tonight”. We both laughed as I started stroking my cock to get it hard again. I brought my hand up to my mouth and spit on it so I could get my dick a little wet. We both got quiet and when I looked back up at him, his face seemed so mesmerized as I just sat there and played with myself. His hands were in his lap and his dick was still flopped out of his pants just laying there chubbed up. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock as it started getting thicker in my hand, and when he gazed back up at me, he caught me staring at his dick too. I turned my head back to staring at my own, and I was so hard that I could see my pulse making it thump. I took my other hand, put it up my shirt, and started rubbing my chest a little as my breath got louder. After some seconds went by he spoke up and said, “it would probably be easier for you bro if you just took your shirt off”. I looked up at him and laughed a little and said, “you know you’re probably right dude”. He ended up leaning over and said, “I should probably help you out since you have spit on hand”. We both laughed again as he helped pull my shirt over my head. He threw it over on the floor as I continued to feel myself up.

I knew in this moment that if I were to ever speak up, it would have to be now. I thought about what some of you guys said, and put it into play. I looked back over at him with my breath still heavy and said, “are you just going to sit there at stare? Or are you going to help me out?”. He looked up at me and I could see that he was hesitant. It was quiet for a second and I started to second guess my question, but then he replied, “I’m not too sure what to do. I’ve never done this before”. I kind of smiled at him and said, “It’s exactly like doing what you do to yourself, but on a different person. Just copy me”.

We sat there quiet again and I could tell he looked hesitant, but then he put his hand up to his mouth and spit in it like I did. He reached out slowly and I took my hand off so he could put his on. He rubbed his spit all over the head of my cock and slowly started stroking up and down. If it weren’t for having some alcohol in me, I would’ve came right then and there. His hand was so warm and he started stroking me the same way I was. When I looked over at his face, he seemed so concentrated and still looked a bit nervous like he wasn’t doing it correctly. My breath kept getting louder and louder as he stroked, and I could tell that loosened him up and reassured him that he was doing a good job. (Which he definitely was) He started going faster, and then slower, and then faster again. The more he got into it, the closer his face kept getting near my cock, and the sight of that alone made my dick pulse so hard. He looked back up at me and whispered, “do I make you want to cum Jarren?”. I started breathing so much heavier, and I could feel my body start shaking. I leaned my head back and whispered, “do you want me to cum for you Adam?”, and he whispered back, “I want you to cum for me Jarren”. My heart was beating so fast that I could hear it in my ears. I could feel the sweat from my forehead start dripping down as my body tensed up. I started lifting my hips on and off the couch and fucking his hand as he kept stroking. All of a sudden I could feel pump after pump of my cum shooting out as my head was laid back. I hadn’t jerked off for about a week so it was pump after pump of pure ecstasy. Once he saw that I was done, he slowed down and milked the rest of it out. I was so out of breath and coming down from the high that I couldn’t even form one word. I looked at him as he smiled and just said, “damn bro”. He smiled back at me and said, “that was so awesome dude…let me go get you a towel”. So he stood up, put his dick back in his pants, and went over to go grab me one so I could clean up. I couldn’t stop smiling and when he came back I decided to make a joke and said, “thanks man. So how much do I owe you?”. We both started laughing, cleaned up, and went over to take another shot. He raised his shot glass and said, “Happy New Years dude!”, and then we continued our night and watched the ball drop. I ended up falling asleep on the couch but he woke me up and dragged me over to his bed so we could lay together.

I could’ve never predicted that that was the situation that was going to go down. There’s definitely a part of me that’s bummed that I didn’t get the chance to interact with him, but I’m definitely not complaining. I was going to go into the night like I said I was, and just hang out with him the same way we always do, so this definitely threw me off. I still can’t stop thinking about it, and I’m really glad nothing was ever awkward afterwards. We just went on like normal and had a great time.

So yeah, that was my New Years Eve guys! I’m sorry this was so long but I felt like I was obligated to report back. The next day was really fun. Since it was our last day we went to see a movie and then he had me get dressed up because he was taking me out to dinner. That night we just laid in bed together afterwards and talked for hours until we fell asleep, and then the next morning was moving day. You guys have been amazing and I really appreciate everything you all had to say. Well, most of you. There was some old dudes who got kind of weird in the thread, which was definitely uncalled for, but most of you were dope, so thank you! I really hope all of you had a great New Year’s Eve too

Well, Jackie Collins would be truly proud of this purple prose piece of trashy fiction.
I imagine it would sit proudly on the stand of any airport newsagent to be read on that short flight to destinations unknown.
Let's burst the bubble and break it to everyone that this never happened.
Any of us that have truly had this particular hook up know that you could summarise what really happened in about one paragraph of lead up.
No beads of sweaty anticipation, longing gazes of indecision and all the slow going, preparatory nonsense in this piece.
Alas real life events don't read like a novel.
Good try, though and I am sure those who have never had this sort of hook up will fall for it, but those of us who have lived the true experience will just laugh at this little piece of make believe.
Keep up those creative writing classes.

 

[Jarren.Anthony]

Well, Jackie Collins would be truly proud of this purple prose piece of trashy fiction.
I imagine it would sit proudly on the stand of any airport newsagent to be read on that short flight to destinations unknown.
Let's burst the bubble and break it to everyone that this never happened.
Any of us that have truly had this particular hook up know that you could summarise what really happened in about one paragraph of lead up.
No beads of sweaty anticipation, longing gazes of indecision and all the slow going, preparatory nonsense in this piece.
Alas real life events don't read like a novel.
Good try, though and I am sure those who have never had this sort of hook up will fall for it, but those of us who have lived the true experience will just laugh at this little piece of make believe.
Keep up those creative writing classes.

I had a feeling you'd come back and jump in with some negative remarks, lol. I swear you have alerts on your phone that go off every time I post in my own thread. But to reply to your comment, originally I was going to write out what happened in a sentence or two, but because of all the time and effort everyone put into writing me, I felt like I owed them the same time in return. I know the stories kind of lame, and a lot of people were hoping for a better report back, but that's sadly all I had. I definitely stuck with all the best details though. I didn't feel it was necessary to add other details such as his dog peeing on the floor midway, or how my phone wouldn't stop ringing because my dad was calling me from New York to say Happy New Year's, lol. I'm still super grateful though that I was able to experience something like that with my best friend and still have our friendship stay exactly the same way it was before and have it not get awkward.
I feel like you have a really hard time just being happy for others and being a supportive person. Throughout this whole thread all you've done is attack others for their perspective or input and it's truly disturbing to see someone with so much hate. I know I don't personally know you, but my experience of you so far from these past months is that you must be a very unhappy person. I've never seen someone on here, other than yourself, who makes it their priority to bully others for just being themselves. It's sad to watch. I know for myself that I can handle your negative comments and personal attacks, but I can't be too sure for others, and that's what breaks my heart.

 

[River Acheron]

This is a hard one. I have ended up sucking two of my "straight" friends, and another actually fucked me and in all three circumstances it was never talked about after. We were all still in high school at the time and one I still keep in touch with on FB.

In all three instances, they initiated it very strongly which gave me the green light to make a move back, so it definitely works!

 

[River Acheron]

Well, Jackie Collins would be truly proud of this purple prose piece of trashy fiction.
I imagine it would sit proudly on the stand of any airport newsagent to be read on that short flight to destinations unknown.
Let's burst the bubble and break it to everyone that this never happened.
Any of us that have truly had this particular hook up know that you could summarise what really happened in about one paragraph of lead up.
No beads of sweaty anticipation, longing gazes of indecision and all the slow going, preparatory nonsense in this piece.
Alas real life events don't read like a novel.
Good try, though and I am sure those who have never had this sort of hook up will fall for it, but those of us who have lived the true experience will just laugh at this little piece of make believe.
Keep up those creative writing classes.

Not true. I had this happen three times and while he may have went into dramatic detail to make it sexy for us, I believe it. the first straight guy I sucked off sorta happened this way, and I have had the "Do you want me to use my spit on your dick" line before. It seems like that's a common excuse for a "straight guy" who wants to jerk you off. In fact, me and this raver dude used to watch straight porn and jerk off and over time, we eventually would spit on eachothers dicks, to jerking eachother off. We even sucked eachothers toes. Sometimes LIFE can be a trashy Jackie Collins novel for real.

 

[DAVE08114]

Believe me, when you truly do have these experiences like I have had(still have a current one of many many a year) you can spot a BS story a mile off. Good try.

 

[animatedude]

Believe me, when you truly do have these experiences like I have had(still have a current one of many many a year) you can spot a BS story a mile off. Good try.

you are a jaded clown fuck off and go away

 

[DAVE08114]

you are a jaded clown fuck off and go away

A successful one in these endeavours. And not even having to resort to expletive replies. A dictionary is your friend.

 

[reddie_gomz]

Hey guys! I’m so sorry I left all of you hanging. I just finished up my move back to Los Angeles so there’s been a lot going on, especially for the preparation. I really appreciate everyone’s comments and advice about what I posted, and there was so much to consider going into it. As you know, New Year’s just passed and I know for damn sure some of you have been on the edge of your seats, lol. So here’s what happened…

We obviously spent New Year’s Eve together, and he kept repeating all day how excited he was that it was just going to be us. We ended up BBQ’ing some filets, and then of course since it was New Year’s, we started drinking as well. After two drink’s he started getting touchy like usual. We both really wanted to watch the NYE countdown events so we ended up throwing them on and chilled on the couch. He wanted to hold my hand as we watched, which at this point in our friendship is nothing, and then he laid on me and wanted to cuddle for a second. When we got up to get our third drink, he said something that definitely threw me off. He asked “what’s the different between a circumcised dick and an uncircumcised dick?”. I stood there in shock for a second and then explained it to him. I was surprised at first he didn’t know the difference, but then because he perfectly fits the stereotype of a jock, I sort of understood how something of that nature can be out of his education range. I even ended up referring to our dicks because of the circumcision scars we have. At this point he was still confused so he said, “wait, what do you mean the scar line?”. So I ended up whipping out my dick to show him, and really tried to educate him on the difference. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock too to examine, but I was surprised to see he had a full on chub going on.

Like I’ve said, we’ve totally seen each others cocks before, but never have I seen him whip it out with a full on chub. I got a little nervous because the sight of his cock thickened up more than usual started to turn me on, and I noticed mine was starting to fill up more too. I watched him as he stroked the scar on his cock, and then he said, “I definitely see what you mean now. I can even sort of feel it”. Without hesitation, he looked at my cock and said, “can you feel yours?” and then reached out to feel. At this point no matter how much I tried thinking of something to turn me off, it wouldn’t work. As he was feeling the scar on my dick it started to fill up more and it was definitely noticeable. I immediately apologized because of how embarrassed I was, but he just laughed it off and kept feeling it. There was a short moment of silence but he broke it by saying, “I’ve never touched someone else’s dick before. It’s so weird, especially because of how hard it is now. Do you cum a lot?”. Because I was still slightly embarrassed, I decided to try to break it with some humor and replied, “well if you keep touching it so much you’re about to find out”. He broke eye contact from my dick and looked up at me with a look of complete shock. Sort of like I said something terrible. He quickly took his hand off of my dick and just said, “really?”. And I was like, “well yeah duh. That how it works bro”. He stood there for a second and then looked away. His face looked like he was stuck with a question on a math quiz. I started to put my cock back in my pants but then he looked back at me and asked, “can I see?”.

I honestly had no clue what to even say. I kind of froze midway stuffing my dick back in my underwear and looked at the floor. There was a part of me that didn’t even really understand the request. He must of seen that I was sort of puzzled because he ended up laughing and said, “I’m just kidding bro”. I looked back up and saw him standing there smiling at his “joke” with his cock still hanging outside of his pants and said, “I’m down if you want to see?”. His face got serious again and it was silent for a second so I decided to follow it up by saying, “can we sit on the couch though? I’m not much or a stander…”. Without saying anything, he started walking over to the couch and I followed behind him. My heart started racing really fast and I actually started to get a bit nervous. He took a seat and at that point I sort of hesitated because I didn’t know if he wanted me to sit right next to him, or if I should give us some space in-between. So I stayed on the safe side and ended up sitting far enough that another person would be able to fit in-between us. He looked at me a little surprised and said, “I mean, I can’t really see much if you’re going to sit so far away”. (Even though I was literally 4 feet away) So I smiled and scooched over and apologized. I lifted my hips off the couch so I could pull my pants down, but when I sat back down with my cock out, I wasn’t hard anymore. I wasn’t soft, but my dick was laying in-between my thighs chubbed up. He smiled as he looked and said, “stage fright?”. I smiled nervously and replied, “I just wasn’t prepared to do a solo production tonight”. We both laughed as I started stroking my cock to get it hard again. I brought my hand up to my mouth and spit on it so I could get my dick a little wet. We both got quiet and when I looked back up at him, his face seemed so mesmerized as I just sat there and played with myself. His hands were in his lap and his dick was still flopped out of his pants just laying there chubbed up. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock as it started getting thicker in my hand, and when he gazed back up at me, he caught me staring at his dick too. I turned my head back to staring at my own, and I was so hard that I could see my pulse making it thump. I took my other hand, put it up my shirt, and started rubbing my chest a little as my breath got louder. After some seconds went by he spoke up and said, “it would probably be easier for you bro if you just took your shirt off”. I looked up at him and laughed a little and said, “you know you’re probably right dude”. He ended up leaning over and said, “I should probably help you out since you have spit on hand”. We both laughed again as he helped pull my shirt over my head. He threw it over on the floor as I continued to feel myself up.

I knew in this moment that if I were to ever speak up, it would have to be now. I thought about what some of you guys said, and put it into play. I looked back over at him with my breath still heavy and said, “are you just going to sit there at stare? Or are you going to help me out?”. He looked up at me and I could see that he was hesitant. It was quiet for a second and I started to second guess my question, but then he replied, “I’m not too sure what to do. I’ve never done this before”. I kind of smiled at him and said, “It’s exactly like doing what you do to yourself, but on a different person. Just copy me”.

We sat there quiet again and I could tell he looked hesitant, but then he put his hand up to his mouth and spit in it like I did. He reached out slowly and I took my hand off so he could put his on. He rubbed his spit all over the head of my cock and slowly started stroking up and down. If it weren’t for having some alcohol in me, I would’ve came right then and there. His hand was so warm and he started stroking me the same way I was. When I looked over at his face, he seemed so concentrated and still looked a bit nervous like he wasn’t doing it correctly. My breath kept getting louder and louder as he stroked, and I could tell that loosened him up and reassured him that he was doing a good job. (Which he definitely was) He started going faster, and then slower, and then faster again. The more he got into it, the closer his face kept getting near my cock, and the sight of that alone made my dick pulse so hard. He looked back up at me and whispered, “do I make you want to cum Jarren?”. I started breathing so much heavier, and I could feel my body start shaking. I leaned my head back and whispered, “do you want me to cum for you Adam?”, and he whispered back, “I want you to cum for me Jarren”. My heart was beating so fast that I could hear it in my ears. I could feel the sweat from my forehead start dripping down as my body tensed up. I started lifting my hips on and off the couch and fucking his hand as he kept stroking. All of a sudden I could feel pump after pump of my cum shooting out as my head was laid back. I hadn’t jerked off for about a week so it was pump after pump of pure ecstasy. Once he saw that I was done, he slowed down and milked the rest of it out. I was so out of breath and coming down from the high that I couldn’t even form one word. I looked at him as he smiled and just said, “damn bro”. He smiled back at me and said, “that was so awesome dude…let me go get you a towel”. So he stood up, put his dick back in his pants, and went over to go grab me one so I could clean up. I couldn’t stop smiling and when he came back I decided to make a joke and said, “thanks man. So how much do I owe you?”. We both started laughing, cleaned up, and went over to take another shot. He raised his shot glass and said, “Happy New Years dude!”, and then we continued our night and watched the ball drop. I ended up falling asleep on the couch but he woke me up and dragged me over to his bed so we could lay together.

I could’ve never predicted that that was the situation that was going to go down. There’s definitely a part of me that’s bummed that I didn’t get the chance to interact with him, but I’m definitely not complaining. I was going to go into the night like I said I was, and just hang out with him the same way we always do, so this definitely threw me off. I still can’t stop thinking about it, and I’m really glad nothing was ever awkward afterwards. We just went on like normal and had a great time.

So yeah, that was my New Years Eve guys! I’m sorry this was so long but I felt like I was obligated to report back. The next day was really fun. Since it was our last day we went to see a movie and then he had me get dressed up because he was taking me out to dinner. That night we just laid in bed together afterwards and talked for hours until we fell asleep, and then the next morning was moving day. You guys have been amazing and I really appreciate everything you all had to say. Well, most of you. There was some old dudes who got kind of weird in the thread, which was definitely uncalled for, but most of you were dope, so thank you! I really hope all of you had a great New Year’s Eve too

Omg I'm so happy for you. It's so romantic. I wouldn't be surprised if years from now you'd say that you end up together. Thanks for the update.

 

[histastysnack]

A successful one in these endeavours. And not even having to resort to expletive replies. A dictionary is your friend.

And the word we’re hoping from you is obsessed. Completely and utterly obsessed to give so many replies stating something should/did not happen because “your experience justifies all sexual encounters with your friends that ate men.” Which is pretty normal, even casual to think among many people except the kicker here is that you watched the thread in order to boil and wait for the creator to give the story you were so desperately hoping for so you could say you weren’t impressed and in disbelief. With the amount of times you talk about getting game, I think you should focus more energy into getting more because I think you’ve left everyone here flacid. And your individual story and experiences have bored us to every simple degree.

 

[DAVE08114]

Haven't 'watched' the thread. I don't watch threads. I merely get a notification from threads I have replied to.
I read the latest amusing 'story' and I could see it was made up purple prose fiction.
My guess a lot of the people in this thread are very very young and understandably gullible to these sorts of fantasies.
The personal vitriol in the replies verifies that. I just laugh it off. Time will teach you that too rather than being so offended.

 

[Zapp_123]

Haven't 'watched' the thread. I don't watch threads. I merely get a notification from threads I have replied to.
I read the latest amusing 'story' and I could see it was made up purple prose fiction.
My guess a lot of the people in this thread are very very young and understandably gullible to these sorts of fantasies.
The personal vitriol in the replies verifies that. I just laugh it off. Time will teach you that too rather than being so offended.

The only one taking offense is you, dude. Take a chill pill . Your attitude is pathetic.

 

[kev2001]

thanks for the update - how awesome!!! please keep the updates coming. thx!

 

[animatedude]

The only one taking offense is you, dude. Take a chill pill . Your attitude is pathetic.

So true, he is what the younger generation aspires not to be, a haggard, jaded queen. Made worse by the fact he is a know it all and doesn't understand as peoples acceptance of homosexuality has changed over the last 2 decades so have their experiences.

 

[mattlovescock]

Hey guys! I’m so sorry I left all of you hanging. I just finished up my move back to Los Angeles so there’s been a lot going on, especially for the preparation. I really appreciate everyone’s comments and advice about what I posted, and there was so much to consider going into it. As you know, New Year’s just passed and I know for damn sure some of you have been on the edge of your seats, lol. So here’s what happened…

We obviously spent New Year’s Eve together, and he kept repeating all day how excited he was that it was just going to be us. We ended up BBQ’ing some filets, and then of course since it was New Year’s, we started drinking as well. After two drink’s he started getting touchy like usual. We both really wanted to watch the NYE countdown events so we ended up throwing them on and chilled on the couch. He wanted to hold my hand as we watched, which at this point in our friendship is nothing, and then he laid on me and wanted to cuddle for a second. When we got up to get our third drink, he said something that definitely threw me off. He asked “what’s the different between a circumcised dick and an uncircumcised dick?”. I stood there in shock for a second and then explained it to him. I was surprised at first he didn’t know the difference, but then because he perfectly fits the stereotype of a jock, I sort of understood how something of that nature can be out of his education range. I even ended up referring to our dicks because of the circumcision scars we have. At this point he was still confused so he said, “wait, what do you mean the scar line?”. So I ended up whipping out my dick to show him, and really tried to educate him on the difference. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock too to examine, but I was surprised to see he had a full on chub going on.

Like I’ve said, we’ve totally seen each others cocks before, but never have I seen him whip it out with a full on chub. I got a little nervous because the sight of his cock thickened up more than usual started to turn me on, and I noticed mine was starting to fill up more too. I watched him as he stroked the scar on his cock, and then he said, “I definitely see what you mean now. I can even sort of feel it”. Without hesitation, he looked at my cock and said, “can you feel yours?” and then reached out to feel. At this point no matter how much I tried thinking of something to turn me off, it wouldn’t work. As he was feeling the scar on my dick it started to fill up more and it was definitely noticeable. I immediately apologized because of how embarrassed I was, but he just laughed it off and kept feeling it. There was a short moment of silence but he broke it by saying, “I’ve never touched someone else’s dick before. It’s so weird, especially because of how hard it is now. Do you cum a lot?”. Because I was still slightly embarrassed, I decided to try to break it with some humor and replied, “well if you keep touching it so much you’re about to find out”. He broke eye contact from my dick and looked up at me with a look of complete shock. Sort of like I said something terrible. He quickly took his hand off of my dick and just said, “really?”. And I was like, “well yeah duh. That how it works bro”. He stood there for a second and then looked away. His face looked like he was stuck with a question on a math quiz. I started to put my cock back in my pants but then he looked back at me and asked, “can I see?”.

I honestly had no clue what to even say. I kind of froze midway stuffing my dick back in my underwear and looked at the floor. There was a part of me that didn’t even really understand the request. He must of seen that I was sort of puzzled because he ended up laughing and said, “I’m just kidding bro”. I looked back up and saw him standing there smiling at his “joke” with his cock still hanging outside of his pants and said, “I’m down if you want to see?”. His face got serious again and it was silent for a second so I decided to follow it up by saying, “can we sit on the couch though? I’m not much or a stander…”. Without saying anything, he started walking over to the couch and I followed behind him. My heart started racing really fast and I actually started to get a bit nervous. He took a seat and at that point I sort of hesitated because I didn’t know if he wanted me to sit right next to him, or if I should give us some space in-between. So I stayed on the safe side and ended up sitting far enough that another person would be able to fit in-between us. He looked at me a little surprised and said, “I mean, I can’t really see much if you’re going to sit so far away”. (Even though I was literally 4 feet away) So I smiled and scooched over and apologized. I lifted my hips off the couch so I could pull my pants down, but when I sat back down with my cock out, I wasn’t hard anymore. I wasn’t soft, but my dick was laying in-between my thighs chubbed up. He smiled as he looked and said, “stage fright?”. I smiled nervously and replied, “I just wasn’t prepared to do a solo production tonight”. We both laughed as I started stroking my cock to get it hard again. I brought my hand up to my mouth and spit on it so I could get my dick a little wet. We both got quiet and when I looked back up at him, his face seemed so mesmerized as I just sat there and played with myself. His hands were in his lap and his dick was still flopped out of his pants just laying there chubbed up. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock as it started getting thicker in my hand, and when he gazed back up at me, he caught me staring at his dick too. I turned my head back to staring at my own, and I was so hard that I could see my pulse making it thump. I took my other hand, put it up my shirt, and started rubbing my chest a little as my breath got louder. After some seconds went by he spoke up and said, “it would probably be easier for you bro if you just took your shirt off”. I looked up at him and laughed a little and said, “you know you’re probably right dude”. He ended up leaning over and said, “I should probably help you out since you have spit on hand”. We both laughed again as he helped pull my shirt over my head. He threw it over on the floor as I continued to feel myself up.

I knew in this moment that if I were to ever speak up, it would have to be now. I thought about what some of you guys said, and put it into play. I looked back over at him with my breath still heavy and said, “are you just going to sit there at stare? Or are you going to help me out?”. He looked up at me and I could see that he was hesitant. It was quiet for a second and I started to second guess my question, but then he replied, “I’m not too sure what to do. I’ve never done this before”. I kind of smiled at him and said, “It’s exactly like doing what you do to yourself, but on a different person. Just copy me”.

We sat there quiet again and I could tell he looked hesitant, but then he put his hand up to his mouth and spit in it like I did. He reached out slowly and I took my hand off so he could put his on. He rubbed his spit all over the head of my cock and slowly started stroking up and down. If it weren’t for having some alcohol in me, I would’ve came right then and there. His hand was so warm and he started stroking me the same way I was. When I looked over at his face, he seemed so concentrated and still looked a bit nervous like he wasn’t doing it correctly. My breath kept getting louder and louder as he stroked, and I could tell that loosened him up and reassured him that he was doing a good job. (Which he definitely was) He started going faster, and then slower, and then faster again. The more he got into it, the closer his face kept getting near my cock, and the sight of that alone made my dick pulse so hard. He looked back up at me and whispered, “do I make you want to cum Jarren?”. I started breathing so much heavier, and I could feel my body start shaking. I leaned my head back and whispered, “do you want me to cum for you Adam?”, and he whispered back, “I want you to cum for me Jarren”. My heart was beating so fast that I could hear it in my ears. I could feel the sweat from my forehead start dripping down as my body tensed up. I started lifting my hips on and off the couch and fucking his hand as he kept stroking. All of a sudden I could feel pump after pump of my cum shooting out as my head was laid back. I hadn’t jerked off for about a week so it was pump after pump of pure ecstasy. Once he saw that I was done, he slowed down and milked the rest of it out. I was so out of breath and coming down from the high that I couldn’t even form one word. I looked at him as he smiled and just said, “damn bro”. He smiled back at me and said, “that was so awesome dude…let me go get you a towel”. So he stood up, put his dick back in his pants, and went over to go grab me one so I could clean up. I couldn’t stop smiling and when he came back I decided to make a joke and said, “thanks man. So how much do I owe you?”. We both started laughing, cleaned up, and went over to take another shot. He raised his shot glass and said, “Happy New Years dude!”, and then we continued our night and watched the ball drop. I ended up falling asleep on the couch but he woke me up and dragged me over to his bed so we could lay together.

I could’ve never predicted that that was the situation that was going to go down. There’s definitely a part of me that’s bummed that I didn’t get the chance to interact with him, but I’m definitely not complaining. I was going to go into the night like I said I was, and just hang out with him the same way we always do, so this definitely threw me off. I still can’t stop thinking about it, and I’m really glad nothing was ever awkward afterwards. We just went on like normal and had a great time.

So yeah, that was my New Years Eve guys! I’m sorry this was so long but I felt like I was obligated to report back. The next day was really fun. Since it was our last day we went to see a movie and then he had me get dressed up because he was taking me out to dinner. That night we just laid in bed together afterwards and talked for hours until we fell asleep, and then the next morning was moving day. You guys have been amazing and I really appreciate everything you all had to say. Well, most of you. There was some old dudes who got kind of weird in the thread, which was definitely uncalled for, but most of you were dope, so thank you! I really hope all of you had a great New Year’s Eve too

Thank you for the update and yay for you! I remember at one point you’d decided nothing would happen. I know you were planning to move and in my experience that “here’s the last time we’ll see each other” can absolutely be the moment for things to happen.

My question is do you truly think you’ll never see each other again or do you think you might visit (though much less frequently now because of distance)? I’ve had experiences where the next visit could either jump in and go beyond or could be an explosive denial of what happened before. Just wondering if you thought there might be some chance down the line to interact again.

Thank you for the update!

 

[DAVE08114]

The only one taking offense is you, dude. Take a chill pill . Your attitude is pathetic.

Very chill.
You are all so defensive. Generation thing, I guess.
Let the last word be the story, whilst cheesey teen fare fiction , was a bit of laugh for a month or two.

 

[histastysnack]

Very chill.
You are all so defensive. Generation thing, I guess.
Let the last word be the story, whilst cheesey teen fare fiction , was a bit of laugh for a month or two.

I’m sure you can understand a thing or two about humor, given that from what you described, you’ve gotten a little upset in this thread due to the fact that your own experience as an old queen was distasteful and uninteresting. Using age to somehow uphold yourself above others doesn’t really do much for you. Your experience does not dictate law or faction for the community, as time changes and communities grow as the years pass. You are simply an old and bitter queen who was grown tired of watching the young and the new and the “naive” garter more fruitful, but also toxic, experiences that are probably more interesting and palatable than the ones you might have experienced decades ago. This isn’t a “I’m going to have the last laugh because I think that I’m right” moment. This was never about you

 

[River Acheron]

Very chill.
You are all so defensive. Generation thing, I guess.
Let the last word be the story, whilst cheesey teen fare fiction , was a bit of laugh for a month or two.

It absolutely is a generational thing. I can tell you are older. This sort of things happen ALL the time with "straight" teens and twentysomethings. What I see the most from your comments is, it hasn't happened the way YOU know it does. Well yeah, lol, not decades ago but you do realize times, and teens, have changed. Big time. Aside from my three experiences, I know of countless others like the OP's story that happened pretty damn similar! It's interesting to me that for something to be plausible, it must fit neatly into your paradigm.

It's also not just a generational thing either, but also regional. Two friends out in a rural area as opposed to the suburbs or city. That sort of thing. My point is, I think subconsciously you want it to be fake because there may be a bit of jealousy over the openness of the younger generation. Things are different now...do you know how many straight guys (18 to 28 year olds) who will legit do anything for some weed or even alcohol on Grindr? (um not that I condone that! Disclaimer lol)

 

[DAVE08114]

I’m sure you can understand a thing or two about humor, given that from what you described, you’ve gotten a little upset in this thread due to the fact that your own experience as an old queen was distasteful and uninteresting. Using age to somehow uphold yourself above others doesn’t really do much for you. Your experience does not dictate law or faction for the community, as time changes and communities grow as the years pass. You are simply an old and bitter queen who was grown tired of watching the young and the new and the “naive” garter more fruitful, but also toxic, experiences that are probably more interesting and palatable than the ones you might have experienced decades ago. This isn’t a “I’m going to have the last laugh because I think that I’m right” moment. This was never about you

I do love your pop psychology character assassination. By all means continue. A laugh is good for the soul.

 

[varina1]

Here is my $0.02..... who does this harm if fictional? No one. Who does it turn on? Many.

I am in my late 50's & damn me if this isn't close to what happened to me with2 friends. One was a one off cause he was curious & satisfied it. The 2nd ended up a once in a while j/o or oral thing. BOTH I am still very close friends with. It's not generational. It's situational and depends on the parties involved. Cheers Jarren. If it happens again, tell you owe him one lol.... hell ask if he wants a 68, he goes down on you and you owe him one.

Thanks for expounding on the events & happy New year