Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2006 21:54:20 -0800
From: Steve J <stevesjournal@hotmail.com>
Subject: Steve and Steve

Disclosure:  The following rambling journal is a true (names changed)
account of my own personal experiences.  It is not my intent to offend or to
challenge anyone with my narrative.  I just thought it might be interesting
to share my thoughts with this forum which I have viewed with enthusiasm for
a few years.  I am not gay, but I enjoy all kinds of erotica, especially
descriptions of men enjoying their sexuality.  Please do not read this if
you are offended by descriptions of sex.

My name is Steve and I am a happily married 40-something with two beautiful
children.  Looking back at my limited sexual experiences, I can honestly say
that I am heterosexual, and have always been heterosexual.  I am
conservative by nature, and have always taken a long time to become intimate
with partners.  The few times I allowed relationships to progress to actual
sex were because I had serious intentions of marriage and trusted my
partners intimately, but things did not work out the first few times.
Happily, I met my wife, and we developed a strong relationship based on
trust and honesty which developed into a strong union.

Having stated this, I can also honestly say that I was a complete horn-dog
in my youth and that I have always been interested in and excited by the
workings of the male phallus.  I love the actual mechanism of male sex; the
arousal, the build-up to orgasm, the ejaculation, and the post-orgasmic
high.

When I hit puberty I had wet-dreams several times each week.  I did not know
how to masturbate, and it never occurred to me that masturbating would
prevent some of the wet-dreams.  After some light-hearted teasing from my
mother (she did the laundry) I made it a habit to wrap my cock in tissues
before going to sleep so that if I had a wet-dream it would not leave a
stain in my pajamas.  This arrangement worked until I was about 16, after
which the increased size of my cock and the volumes of my nightly discharges
were not so easily contained.

Around this time I accidentally discovered masturbation.  Our family always
kept a collection of reading material in the bathroom to make crap-times
interesting.  Crossword puzzles, comics, and magazines were always on-hand.
One morning as I was leafing through a magazine and preparing for a nice
crap I came across a lingerie feature.  It had about 8 pages of photos of
extremely sexy women in extremely miniscule negligees and I instantly boned
up.  Sitting on the john with the magazine in my lap I was amazed at how
quickly and forcefully my erect cock shot up, and threatened to knock the
magazine on the floor.  Forgetting the magazine, I stared at my steadily
pulsing cock, and discovered that I could force it to move up and down by
contracting muscles I didn't know I had.  I did this repeatedly, watching
the head of my cock swell with each contraction, and seeing the shaft raise
up about 45 degrees before lowering back down.  This new control I had over
my cock really fascinated me, and I noticed for the first time the
development my cock had achieved since puberty began.  I could actually feel
the weight of the entire organ, the solidness of the shaft, and the tension
in my ball-sac that I had never noticed or experienced before.

Turning my attention to the magazine spread again I imagined running my hard
cock along the contours of the models, letting my cock-head slip under the
fabric of their panties, or rest between their semi-exposed breasts.  The
more that I concentrated the harder my cock swelled until it became a bit
uncomfortable.  Finally I moved the magazine to see what was going on.  What
I found was a very heavy drop of viscous liquid dripping from the head of my
cock. I immediately reached out a finger to wipe it off, but as soon as I
touched the distended head of my cock I started shaking all over with little
electric spasms.  It was unbelievable!  The magazine was now a forgotten
heap on the bathroom floor as I reached around the base of my cock with my
left hand to steady it, and continued to rub the goop into the head.

The combination of the slippery rubbing on the head and my tight grip on the
shaft produced a feeling which I would later recognize as an approaching
orgasm, but at this time was a mixture of ecstasy and fear.  I thought the
end of my penis was going to fly off or that my nuts would blow-up.  The
feeling of building pressure got more and more intense until I intuitively
realized that something was going to happen.  As I gazed intently at the
bulbous purple head of my cock I felt an incredibly powerful pulsation,
which seemed to originate from the base of my cock, but which caused my
entire body to shake.  Fascinated, I watched as first one, and then another
jet of white cum came flying out of the end of my cock!  I nearly passed
out, and knocked the top off the toilet with all of my shaking (it didn't
break, but my mother heard it downstairs).  In the end 9 or 10 volleys of
cum flew out of my shaft and ended up on my face, on my chest, on the tiled
wall of the bathroom, and on the floor.

I was both elated and horrified.  Not sure exactly what had just happened,
but also feeling a kind of euphoria that was new and wonderful, I slowly
released my grip on my still hard and pulsing cock, and watched as it slowly
returned to a "normal" hard state.  Normal in that it no longer felt like it
was going to explode, but it didn't feel like it had any intention of
getting soft either.  At that age, as I imagine all boys can understand, my
cock had a will of its own.  It took me a few seconds to recover my senses
enough to clean up the dollops of cum and flush the whole mess down the
toilet.  The smell and texture of the cum was intriguing, and I marveled
that so much had come out of my cock at once.

Needless to say, after that first exhilarating accidental orgasm, I became a
frequent masturbator.  Still, without any guidance, the sum of my
masturbatory practice was to get erect (not hard when you're 16), squeeze
the base of my cock with my left hand, and gently rub the head between the
index finger and thumb of my right hand.  This worked for a couple of
months, but something revolutionized my "development"...

Throughout my late-childhood and teenage years I spent most of my time with
my best friend, Steve.  Besides having the same name, we were similar in
size and shape, and both excelled at school sports.  Our biggest difference
was in our background; his parents were young immigrants from Germany (his
father was an engineer for one of the car parts manufacturers in our town),
and my parents were older immigrants from the UK (my mother still carried
some resentment to the Germans for bombing her hometown).

Steve and I were, and still are, identical builds.  When we were 16 we were
about 5-1/2 feet tall, and weighed 160 pounds of lean muscle.  Steve looks
like Jim Carrey, and I look a little Tom Cruise, so we got the nickname
"Hollywood" at school.  Steve and I shared a love of the same sports:
football (soccer), cycling, running, and cross-country skiing.  We also
wrestled at school and developed into pretty serious athletes.  We were both
"losers" with girls, at least until senior high-school, so most afternoons
we played sports or watched tv together.

One day, after school, we went into Steve's basement and turned on the tv,
and Steve noticed a video tape in the VCR which he didn't recognize.  It was
titled "Kinky Business" and Steve mistook it for the Tom Cruise film "Risky
Business".  "Hey!  Check it out!  I guess my folks forgot to take this one
back to the rental store.  Do you want to watch it?"  I agreed, and sat down
on the sofa with Steve next to me.  It was a warm spring day, and we had
gone to school in similar Adidas soccer shorts and t-shirts.  The sofa was
not very large, and our legs always ended up either pressing against each
other, or entwined with one's legs resting on the others.  Hey, we were best
friends, and were used to hanging out together.

Anyway the movie started and the first thing we both noticed was the music
was really lousy.  Then some blonde hottie (she looked like Meg Ryan...it was
in fact Ginger Lynn) appeared on camera getting ready to take a shower.  We
couldn't believe it when she shucked her clothes, wantonly pranced around
the bathroom nude (we could see her crotch in great detail) and then started
to lather herself with soap in the shower.  "Holy shit!  What the fuck is
this?!" Steve shouted in amazement.  "It looks like your dad forgot to hide
a tape from his porn collection" I replied.  We were both kind of freaked
out: first, that an adult had left an obviously adult video available for
us, and second, that the adults would figure out that we'd been perving on
the tape and murder us.  Steve's parents both worked, and usually came home
around 6pm.  As it was only 3:30pm when we found the tape Steve's only
immediate concern was that his younger sister Amy would walk in on us.  He
ran upstairs, checked her room, and then remembered that she had little
league softball practice from 4 to 6.  We were safe!

Steve came back downstairs, closed the curtains on the tiny basement window
to the room and settled back down on the sofa.  We were barely breathing
when he pressed play again.  The shower scene continued and we both gasped
when the camera zoomed in on Ginger Lynn's pussy as she rubbed her clit a
few times before digging a couple of fingers into her twat.  My cock sprang
to life as soon as Steve started the video, and started tenting my shorts.
Embarrassed, I tried to nonchalantly rearrange my package, which prompted
Steve to say "you and me both, bro!"  Sure enough, his shorts were tented
further than mine!  This relaxed me a little, but I also felt a bit shy.
While we were best friends, and I had seen Steve naked several times, it was
weird being sexually aroused so close to him.

We continued to watch the movie, and I admit that I checked out Steve's
shorts a couple of time to see if his cock was as lively as mine.  Now that
Ginger was finger-fucking herself aggressively, the male star of the movie
appeared.  Ripping open the shower curtain was a fully-naked, fully erect
Tom Byron.  Now for those of you who are used to seeing nude male members
you might not be overly impressed by Tom Byron's equipment, but for me, this
was the biggest cock I'd ever laid eyes upon.  "Fuck, look at the size of
that cock!" I blurted.  Steve looked over at me and said "Yeah, I bet you'd
love to wrap your lips around that hunk of meat, right?"  I elbowed him in
the ribs, pretty hard, too, and continued to watch as Tom Byron slowly
started to sink his shaft deep into Ginger Lynn's innards, then gradually
built up a rhythmic fuck which had me and Steve mesmerized.  "I can't
believe that cock can fit inside her like that!" I said.   "Sure idiot.  How
do you think women give birth?  You think the baby comes out thin as a
pencil?  Guess again!  I've heard that some women can stick a guy's arm up
their pussies." Steve advised.  "Yeah, but look at the size of this guy's
cock" I continued.  If he keeps pistoning into her like this he's going to
break something for sure."  "I don't know if he's all that big" said Steve.
Zoom!  My attention turned from the tv to Steve's shorts, to his smirking
face.  "What are you saying?  Is your cock bigger than that guy on screen?"
I said.  "I don't know if it's that big, but all I'm saying is that his cock
isn't the biggest in the world, alright?" Steve answered.  But now that my
curiosity was piqued I had to keep after him.  "How big is your cock?  I
mean, have you ever measured it?" I said.  "No..." he replied, and then after
a short silence in which Tom had started to fuck Ginger Lynn doggie-style,
"do you want to measure?"

Normally, the idea of pulling my hard cock out in front of another boy would
have turned me off.  But now, with the combination of the onscreen fucking
and the curiosity of comparing cock-size with my 16-year old buddy, I
agreed.  Steve put the video on pause, and grabbed a tape measure from his
mom's sewing basket (the tv room doubled as the family room).  We were both
sporting major erections, and agreed to pull out our cocks on a three count.
  Suddenly, the situation seemed hilarious, and we both giggled our way
quickly through the countdown. "One, Two, Three!"  Facing each other, we
pulled our shorts down quickly, causing our trapped dicks to spring up,
almost hitting each other before slapping into our stomachs.

Steve's cock was a little bigger than mine.  I was fascinated by it's shape;
we were both circumcised, and both of our cocks were about the same length
(mine is 7", and his is about 7-1/2", but his cock is about 1-1/2 times
thicker than mine, and it has a much larger head.  I had never seen another
erect cock before, and I assumed he hadn't either.  We both held our cocks
out for inspection, mine curved upwards slightly, and his stuck out
straight.  I noticed that, like mine, the end of Steve's cock has a droplet
of the sticky "pre-cum" that I'd come to recognize as a sign of impending
nut-busting.  Steve asked me if I wanted to measure him, but I declined.
Instead he asked me to hold the tape while he "got ready", and then while
using the finger tips of his left hand to keep his cock steady he grasped
the shaft with his right hand and slowly started jacking his cock.  In just
a few short pulls the end of his cock-head seemed to inflate a little, and I
was sure that his cock was now at full mast.  "What was that, what you did
with your fist?  Didn't that hurt?" I asked, in awe.  "Man, don't you know
how to jerk off?  And I thought I was nave!"  Look, see what that guy's
doin' in the shower in the video?  Now just imagine that your hand is a
pussy, and fuck it like this."  As he said this to me he reached over with
his left hand and started jacking my cock in time to his own, to show me
what he meant.  It felt incredible, and I almost reached for his cock to
reciprocate, but chickened out. "Don't touch my dick, fairy!" I said, but I
also didn't move away.

"Shit, if I keep jacking my cock I'll shoot.  Okay, give me the tape", Steve
said, and he quickly measured his throbbing cock.  I watched as a large drop
of precum oozed out of the head of his cock and slowly made its way down the
glans of the head.  The tape showed Steve's cock to be exactly 7-1/2 inches
along the top of the shaft.  "Now it's your turn" he said, and handed me the
tape.  I didn't need to jack my cock to get it harder.  In fact, I was kind
of worried that I might actually fire off my bullets with all of the
handling and over-stimulation of the porno and my friend's jacking me, but I
was able to get a measure of just under 7" without blowing.  "I knew I was
more of a man than you" Steve joked.  I handed him back the tape measure,
and there were a few awkward moments of silence as we both blatantly stared
at each other's cocks.  Just then the telephone rang, and I nearly shot my
load!  "Steve" tucked his cock back into his shorts and went upstairs to
answer the phone.  There I was, in my best friend's basement with my cock
hanging out, harder than it had ever been before, my nuts aching for relief
and a porno (my first) showing Tom Byron splaying his cum over a well-fucked
Ginger Lynn.

I suddenly felt very self-conscious, and went to the bathroom to take a
leak, thinking it would soften my erection.  As soon as I pointed my cock at
the toilet I shot out the biggest load of cum I'd ever had.  It didn't look
like cum, but more like white rain drops spraying all over the place.  It
lasted maybe 10 seconds, but felt like it would never stop.  My knees gave
way, and I ended up spewing the last few cum shots on the side of the toilet
bowl.  Luckily the door was closed and I was able to clean up the mess (and
myself) quickly.  I went back to the tv room and had just sat down when
Steve came back and said "That was my dad.  He's on his way home early, and
I have to finish some chores.  Help me and we can watch some more later."
He carefully rewound the tape to the start and turned off the tv.  I never
knew how he managed to get rid of his hard-on, or if he had whacked off
upstairs while I was cumming downstairs, but by the time we got outside the
electric atmosphere we'd had in the tv room was replaced with our normal
casual banter.

We didn't get to watch more of the porno that afternoon, but we did pass a
point in our relationship which would lead to more adventurous development
later on.  Let me know what you think of this first attempt at writing my
journal, and I'll add more later on.

Thanks,

Steve