Date: Wed, 05 Apr 2006 18:14:11 -0700
From: Steve J <stevesjournal@hotmail.com>
Subject: Steve and Steve 3

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.  Please do not read this if you are offended by descriptions of
sex.

Steve & Steve, Part 3

The next few weeks, were pretty busy.  Our wrestling season was almost over,
so we had extra workouts to prepare for the last meet.  Steve and I spent
time together every day, but outside of riding to and from school and
wrestling, we didn't get much time alone to report on our progress.  We had
agreed to share as much info as we could about masturbating in the hopes
that we would develop into sexually-superior studs, but had not had a chance
to talk about it since that first talk a couple of weeks ago.

I had discovered on my own the incredible joys of lubrication (soap in the
shower), and now jerked-off whenever I could get the shower to myself.  I
had also discovered the connection between stimulating something in my
rectum and mind-shattering orgasms, but had only probed this area a few
times.  It was hard to get long shower time at my house, and I only
attempted ass-play when I was able to take my time and relax.

Finally, the wrestling season was over.  I did not place, but did manage to
advance further than I had the previous two seasons.  Steve had a really
strong finish, and made it all the way to the semis.  We promised our coach
that we'd continue to train over the summer break, but were glad to have
free time for the next few months.

Steve came up to me after school, holding a brown paper bag, and grinning
broadly.

"What's up Steve?" I asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he answered.  "Take a look what I've got in
here."

He handed me the bag, and inside were three VHS tapes.  It took me a second
for it to click in, and then I said a little too loud, "Pornos?!"

One of the juniors on the wrestling team had satellite TV, and Steve had won
a bet by placing at our last meet.  He also said he'd tape us copies anytime
if we provided the cassettes and gave him $5 each.  What better incentive to
look for a summer job?  All of the tapes were unmarked, but I got excited as
my mind conjured up images of sex.

"What are you doing this afternoon?" Steve asked as I handed back the bag.

"I guess I'm free.  Why, what did you have in mind?" I replied.

Steve slugged me in the arm, and then we made a mad dash for our bicycles.
We must have been racing along at almost 40 miles per hour on the way home;
it only took us a few minutes, and school was almost 3 miles away.  Steve
made a quick check of his house to make sure his sister wasn't home, then
grabbed a couple of juice boxes and raced downstairs to his family room.  I
sat on the sofa as Steve juggled the tapes, finally deciding on one and
putting it into the VCR.  His dad was out of town on business, and his
mother had gone shopping with his sister.  Perfect!

We were both silent as the screen went from black into the first scene.
Because these weren't retail tapes, but were recorded from Satellite, there
was no slow opening sequence of titles and bad music.  The opening screen
shot was a very hot blow job with a fake blonde starlet and an extremely
well-hung guy.  She had both of her hands around the base of his cock, her
fake nails pressed into his groin area, and she was bobbing up and down on
his stick.  They must have been going at it for some time, because without
warning the guy's cock started shooting gobs of cum all over the place.  He
must have shot about 10 streams of cum, some of which the woman caught in
her open mouth, her hair, her upturned face.  It was very hot!  (The actor
was Peter North, but I can't remember the title of the film).

"Fuck that's hot!" hissed Steve.  "If the rest of these tapes are these
good, we're going to need some Kleenex!"

I reached down to adjust my cock, which had started to tent my shorts.
Steve laughed and said "That didn't take long."  As he said it, I noticed
that he also adjusted himself.  I still wasn't completely comfortable about
being hard around someone else, but I was totally turned on by the porno,
and kind of hoped that we would be able to continue our talk about
masturbating.  I wanted to know what Steve had "learned" during the few
weeks since our last conversation.  For now, he seemed totally focused on
the porno.

The next scene was with two women.  I was intrigued, because I wasn't sure
what women could do to get each other off.

"Man, how do girls have sex with each other?" I inquired.  They don't have
cocks, and I don't think their tongues are that long."

"Shut up and let me watch!" said Steve.  His cock was obviously fully erect.
  It had tented up under the waistband of his shorts, and I bet if I lifted
his t-shirt I'd get a one-eyed wink.

The scene progressed.  The fake-blonde, fake-breasted women were in a heated
69 position, and didn't show signs of coming up for air.  One seemed to be
intent in ripping off her partners' clitoris; she was rubbing it so fast it
was a blur on-screen.  Her partner reciprocated by jamming 4 fingers into
the other's extremely wet twat.  It looked really cool, her long thin
fingers with red press-on nails going in and out of  the distended pussy,
and I couldn't believe the `thwappy' sound that her hand made.  I wondered
if it felt anything like having a finger up my ass, and remember thinking it
must be uncomfortable, but both the women seemed to be very into the scene.

As their moaning got louder and louder Steve's face got redder and redder.
I was able to see each twitch of his basket with my peripheral vision
(didn't want him to think I was fixated on his cock), and it was jumping
around so much I could actually hear the sound of it rubbing against his
waistband.

"Steve, be careful or you're going to have an accident" I said to him.

"Fuck, I can't take it!  Look at that wet pussy...I'm going to cum just by
looking at it!" he gasped.

I got up off the sofa, not easy with my erection painfully sticking out, and
grabbed a box of Kleenex off the laundry table.  Laughing, I plopped it down
on the sofa between us, and said "just in case."

I was only fooling around, although I guess I was kind of hoping for another
chance to compare our cocks, but I didn't really think either of us would be
doing anything other than watching the porno, then me rushing home to jerk
off, but Steve stunned me by scooting out of his shorts and t-shirt and
shamelessly displaying his throbbing cock.

"Thanks, Steve-o.  Hurry up and drop your shorts!" he said as he dropped
back onto the sofa.

Before I could think of a snappy reply, Steve had grabbed his thick cock in
his fist and started slowly jacking it up and down.  He rolled his head back
and sighed as a huge, and I'm not making this up, gob of precum rolled out
of his cock and dripped onto his belly.  I wasn't sure if he had cum or not,
but it looked like he was almost there.  There must have been a tablespoon
of the stuff.

Turning back to the TV I modestly pulled my shorts halfway down, and grabbed
my shaft.  The girls started changing positions, and one of them went
off-screen.  Steve turned his attention to my boner.  Without saying
anything he reached over with his left hand (he was seated on my right), and
gave my cock a few friendly squeezes.  Again, having another person's hand
touching my privates was so erotically stimulating I thought I'd cum
immediately.  Luckily I didn't, and I reached over and grabbed his meat and
gave it a couple of playful jerks.  His cock felt much heavier than mine,
and when I rubbed the head my hand got some of his precum on it.

"That's the idea...do that some more" Steve murmured, so I pushed the head of
his cock down onto his belly and rubbed it around in the goop that had
collected there, then started rubbing it in with my thumb.  He stopped me
quickly, and I thought I'd done something really wrong.

"Shit!  I almost shot my load!" he said.  "Wait here a second."

His slipped off the sofa, and darted out the door.  I heard his cock
slapping against his stomach as he jumped up the stairs, and listened as his
footsteps went into his bedroom, immediately above the TV room.  In a flash
he came back through the door, jerking his cock with his right hand, and
holding a pink plastic bottle in his left.  Sitting down, he used his right
hand at the base of his cock to hold himself erect, and then deftly flicked
open the hand-cream with his left hand and dropped a healthy amount over his
cock-head.  He then brought his right hand up and over the head in a
circular motion, catching cream in his palm, and then glided back down to
the base.  His actions looked so smooth and natural I was sure he had been
doing this regularly.  In a few slow strokes his cock was well-coated with
the hand cream and was now shiny and glowing.

Not to appear prudish I grabbed the bottle of cream and poured some out
along the underside of my cock.  I used the palm of my hand to rub some of
the cream around in a circular motion, and then gripped the shaft and jacked
up and down a few times.  I was leaking precum, and didn't want to cum right
away, so I started massaging my balls.

"What are you doing?  Don't you want to jerk off?" Steve said.

"I am, idiot.  If you massage your balls it'll give you a better orgasm."  I
wasn't really sure about that, but I didn't want to admit that I was ready
to go off.

Schlep. Schlep. Schlep.  Steve's hand was working over his cock in a
well-rehearsed rhythm, and the sound was both humorous and sexy.  I couldn't
believe he was able to pound his meat so steadily without cumming.  I
alternated from slowly (lightly) jacking my cock to playing with my balls.

"What else do you know about making better orgasms?" Steve said.  He was so
casual I felt myself relaxing a little more.

"I don't know..." thinking about the reply gave me an excuse to stop playing
with myself, and I willed myself not to shoot.  "I always shoot bigger loads
if I don't jerk-off for a couple of days."

"Well, duh.  Anyone could have told you about that.  Have you ever tried
anything...different?" he asked.

I didn't want to admit that I'd fingered my ass, and really couldn't think
of anything that he probably didn't already knew, so I shrugged and waited
to see if he'd add anything.  On screen the missing bimbette had returned,
and she was holding a long shiny cylindrical object.  It looked metallic,
and she started licking and sucking on it like a Popsicle.  The other girl
lost her mind as her friend slowly inserted the cylinder into her pussy (it
went in easily, the whore), and started fucking her with it.

Steve's jacking had stopped (I think his breathing stopped) when it first
got shoved in, and now he renewed his efforts at a higher tempo.  I was
still super-aroused, but my curiosity about the shiny metal thing kept me
from approaching orgasm.  Steve had now started playing with his balls in
his left hand, and occasionally moved his hand under his balls to squeeze
something between his legs.  He had started out jacking his cock
horizontally, like I was, but the more he played with his balls and
squeezed, the more he started pointing his cock straight up.  I tried doing
the same thing, but the increased tension along the shaft almost brought me
off.  Again I marveled at Steve's level of control.

"What are you doing with your hand, I mean, between your legs?" I blurted.

"Jacking off!  What the fuck do you think?" he said.

"No, I mean, why do you keep sticking your hand under your balls like that?"
I asked.

"You checking me out?!" he snickered. "I'm just rubbing my prostrate."

"?"

"You have to start doing more homework.  Your prostrate.  Gland?  It's in
between your ass and your cock and if you rub it it's supposed to make you
hornier or something" he answered.

"How do you find out where it is?" I asked, excited about this new
discovery.

"Just put your fingers under your balls and push up along the base of your
cock."  I did as instructed.  "Now, move your fingers down towards your ass
and press in."  I tried to find the "spot" but found my anus instead.
Back-tracking I started pressing up at the "root" of my cock shaft and it
did feel pretty good.  Could it be that the "button" I'd discovered in the
shower was, in fact, my prostrate?

As if in answer Steve said "The only other way to hit your prostrate is if
you ask your doctor for a "full" examination.  I heard my dad talking about
it once."  I nodded seriously at this "new" info.

That confirmed my suspicion.  But no way was I going to mention the
ass-play.  Instead I returned to the movie.

"I can't believe what she's doing with that pipe" I said, watching as the
woman continued fucking her friend who was now kneeling and rocking back and
forth.

"Not a pipe, you moron.  It's a dildo.  I'm going to have to give you a
reading assignment."  Steve was talking casually, but I could sense by his
cock handling that he must be getting close.  I had been sort of playing
possum to avoid cumming too soon, but the combined images of the sluts on
the TV, Steve's huge, swollen cock, glistening and throbbing just inches
away from me, and the image I had of a large, metal dildo slipping into my
ass was soon too much.

"I'm going to cum" I warned Steve, and I reached for the Kleenex.

"What are you doing?  Shoot first, clean-up later.  It's the first rule in
enjoying a jerk-off" he said.

No arguing this time.  I was desperate to unload my swollen nuts.  It's
always the same; once you decide it's time to cum wild bulls can't stop you!
  I quickly pulled off my shirt, and started pounding for real.  My goal was
to shoot onto my chest to make it easy to clean up.  I also didn't want to
shoot into my face, which sometimes happened at home, because I wasn't sure
what Steve would say.  My swollen cock felt so alive I gave into the feeling
and closed my eyes.  I had a lot racing through my mind; would I shoot a
lot? If I didn't Steve would think I was a loser?...or maybe if I shot too
much he'd think I was turned on by him, or think I was queer, or then I
could say I was into the video or...

My thoughts were cut off and I opened my eyes in surprise as Steve covered
my hand with his, and started pulling my cock upright and milking it.  A
pulsing feeling started at the base of my cock and quickly ran up my spinal
column until I could feel it in my head.

"What are you doing?! Ungh!  Ooh!  Fuck!" I started babbling as my cum
reached the boiling point and jetted out of my cock.  The first blob arched
gracefully up and over my head and splattered softly onto the top of the
sofa.  "Fuck!" we both yelled as a second volley splattered the sofa next to
the first.  Shaking off Steve's hand I redirected my cockhead down in time
to safely catch the remaining shots on my stomach.  When I thought I'd
finally finished dumping my load I let go of my cock and watched as it
continued to twitch and ooze some extra clear fluid.

I reached for the Kleenex to clean myself up and also wipe off the sofa when
Steve said "Wait!"  His cock had swelled up with his constant pumping and
looked bigger than when we'd measured ourselves a few weeks earlier.  We had
both forgotten about the video (those lesbo scenes can go on forever) and
were staring at the mouth of Steve's 7&1/2 inch throbber as he jacked it in
earnest.  With no warning, or change to his pumping, Steve shot out a thick
rope of cum that blasted past his ear and landed on a cushion.  A few more
pumps and a few more ropes of cum striped across his stomach (he'd taken off
his shirt when he'd taken off his shorts).  His cum seemed thicker than mine
somehow, more concentrated.

"What did I say?" Steve said as he slowly released his softening dick and
reached for the sofa.  We quietly mopped up our cum, only breaking the
silence when Steve offered me one of his partially saturated Kleenexes and I
said "Ew!"  I can still smell that combined fragrance of our cum; mine was
earthy, and Steve's a more pungent musk.  In the end, after the sofa was
more or less evidence-free (it was porous tweed) we put all the Kleenex into
a garbage bag.  Steve only used three tissues to clean up, but I needed
eight, and they were all totally saturated.

My penis had relaxed into its normal size and shape, and was a little red
from the workout.  Steve's cock had gone soft, but looked kind of puffy and
bloated, which I again took as a sign that he had a lot more experience
jerking off than I did.  "For such a big cock, you didn't cum all that
much." I ventured.

"Yeah, I shouldn't have jerked off this morning...too bad I didn't know about
the tapes" he answered.  I felt somehow jealous, and promised myself that
I'd start making time for the occasional morning jerk-off in the future.

Our post-orgasm glow lasted a few minutes as we slowly got dressed and Steve
turned off the TV.  Without the porno going reality came back into the room,
and I wondered what boundaries had just been crossed, what rules had just
been broken.  Now that it was over, I didn't want to say too much about what
we'd just experienced, even though I had lots of questions for Steve, and I
sensed that he had some things he wanted to say to me.  Was it okay that we
had jerked off together, that he had gripped my cock and jerked me off?
Whatever I wanted to say, the bravado that came with our sexual arousal had
left, and so I put off saying anything embarrassing.  Why ruin a
near-perfect experience?

On my way out the door, Steve slammed something into my chest and said "Your
reading assignment."  It was a slightly dog-eared paperback called "Men in
Love" by Nancy Friday.  "Rule number one, don't bend the spine or fold any
of the pages.  Rule jerk off while you're reading it.  I don't want my folks
to know that I've been using this.  You can keep it for a couple of days,
but it has to be back before my dad comes back from his business trip."

I looked at Steve quizzically, looked back at the book and said "Thanks."
Was I ever in for an education...

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