Ten Years Later IV
"Mutual Masturbation"
By Joey E

This chapter is a first for me. I never wrote a mutual masturbation sex scene before. I'm not sure what you will think about it, but I think it's hot. At any rate, this is the fourth installment of my story about two guys meeting up after ten years and getting a chance to live out their fantasies. Once again, I would like to thank all of the readers who have given me feedback about this story. Please keep the comments coming, buds!

Now for the legal shit. If this is not the type of story you want to read, then leave. No one is forcing you to stay. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), then leave as well. This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real life is strictly coincidental. All rights reserved. No unauthorized reproduction in any from is allowed without the consent of the author, Joey E. And now....on with the show.

"You really like that don't you?"

"Yeah, I don't know why, but I do. And you look so fuckin' hot when you do that."

He laughed. "Thanks. I'll make sure to do something better the next time I catch myself."

True to his word, the next time his hand reached for his cock, he actually pulled the fucker out, which was half-hard. I just died in laughter.

"Aw, man, that's sweet," I laughed.

"You wanna feel it?" he asked.

Here he was, whipping his cock out during broad daylight while driving. I reached over and gave it a few tugs and it was standing at attention.

"Fuck, Joey, now look what you did," he said, grabbing it in his fist.

For some reason, I felt bold. I undid my buttons on my cargo shorts and whipped out my cock too.

"Yeah, your point?" I asked.

"Fuck, that's hot," he said, taking his eyes off the road briefly to look at my pole, sticking straight up. He grabbed it with his fist and started to stroke it.

"Shit," I mumbled.

He let go of it when he had to make a turn into the parking lot. We both put our cocks away. His erection was easier to conceal in his jock than mine was in my boxers. Though, if the shorts were pulled down any lower below the waist band of the his jock, people could see his cockhead sticking out of the top.

"Okay, think of something totally repulsive," he said.

"Why?"

"You can't go in looking like that!" he said, pointing to the tent in my shorts.

"Oh, it's fine. You just better make sure you don't lift up your shirt, " I said.

"Why?" he asked, lifting up his shirt.

"Oh....oops!" he said, putting his shirt back down.

We eventually made our way inside. I was still half hard, but it didn't show as much. We made our way to our table and sat down. We decided what we were going to order and gave the server our order.

"Anyway, Joey, tell me. How often do you actually make it up this way?"

"Not often, I'm afraid. I used to come up here like maybe six times a year, but ever since I graduated college, I make it up maybe once or twice a year now. No reason to come up here. All my friends have moved out anyway."

"Hey," he said. "Would you be more inclined to come up here if you had a reason though?"

"Oh sure, I love it here, Jason. But, you know, I get busy and shit like that..."

"Well, I may be jumping the gun, but I don't want you to think that this is a one-time deal. That is if you...."

Wow, this can't be happening. I had gotten wiser in my old age and learned not to necessarily expect anything more than just sex in situations like these. I couldn't believe Jason, the stud of my fantasies, was actually suggesting more.

"If you, uh, want to..." he said, stuttering.

"Well, yeah, of course, man. Are you kiddin'?" I asked, not quite sure what his ulterior motive was. But he certainly had an affect on me. And I liked it.

"Sweet, bro," he said, before he took a sip of his soda.

For the next hour, we talked about ourselves, just getting to know each other. Nothing really sexual, but the tension was definitely there. God, I wanted to drop to my knees in front of him and suck his cock again. From his looks, I think he was thinking about doing the same thing to me.

"For what it is worth, Joey, I like you," he finally said. "I've always liked you, bro. Even though I teased you constantly, that was the only way I knew how to get your attention. You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah, I know. It all makes sense now," I said.

We paid the bill and left to go back to his place. And I didn't have any idea what was in store for me next, though I was pretty much sure that I was going to enjoy it.

We made it home without incident and I plopped myself on the couch. He went off to the bathroom, and I could hear him taking a piss. He then went into his bedroom. I heard him shuffling some shit around, but then he appeared again with some DVD's and something else.

"So, bro, when you said you liked to stroke it, I'm just curious. How much do you really enjoy stroking it?" he asked, with a wicked grin on his face.

"Oh I love it," I said, as my cock firmly went to attention. It was true. I was a jack off addict, especially living on my own. I had gotten really into it. Strange, but true.

"How long have you been jackin' off? Like when did you start?" he asked, sitting down next to me.

"Uh, believe it or not, when I was like three or four," I answered.

"No shit! Me too!" he exclaimed. "Dry orgams until I was twelve, bro!"

"Thirteen for me," I said, amused that someone else was doin' it as young as I was.

"How long can you last now?" he asked.

"Uh, I'm not sure..."

"Well, do you edge when you stroke?" he asked.

"Edge?" I asked, not sure what he meant.

"Sure, edging is when you bring yourself to that point of no return and you back off and then start again. I love doin' that. I can do that for hours on end," he said.

"Really?" I asked. "Sure, I do that. When I have the time, and I don't want to shoot it, I'll hold back."

"Yeah? Sometimes when I'm really edged up, I can have partial ejaculations, bro. It's hot!"

Now I was getting really interested in what he had up his sleeve.

"I've done that too," I said. "Is that what it's really called? Edging?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, I've done that for years!"

"You wanna see who can do it longer?" he asked, lifting himself off the couch to pull down his shorts.

"Sure," I answered.

He held up the DVD and asked, "Is this cool?"

It was a porn, no doubt. It was from Titan, a movie called Trespass. Now, if any of you are familiar with any of Titan's porn, you'll know that they are one of the hottest, most well-produced porn ever produced. True, they're not twinkie porn, but it's all men and all mansex. As you can tell, I was familiar with them.

"Oh shit, hell yeah dude! I've got Heat at home and Fallen Angel," I answered.

"Fallen Angel eh? So you're into that leather shit?" He asked, with a grin on his face. He got up and put the two DVD's in the changer. He sat back down on the couch next to me, with no shorts on. His fully erect cock was sticking up, hard as ever. I looked over at it. It had to be at least eight inches long, not too thick though. He was definitely a grower, and not a shower.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Joey, boy?" he asked, nodding his head at my cock. "Take it out man!"

I did as I was told, hard as a rock. I slipped off my shorts and boxers. I went one step further and took off my t-shirt as well. I leaned back down on the couch. I looked down at the coffee table where he laid down this white round container.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Oh, that's my favorite crankin' lube, bro," he said, grabbing it to show it to me.

On the label, it said Makeup Remover and Moisturizer.

"What the hell is this shit?" I asked, wondering why he would want to use something billed as makeup remover on his cock.

"The best bator lube out there!" He exclaimed. "Albolene. You never heard of it before?"

"No, man. I just use Wet or KY Liquid when I jack it."

"Oh, shit, bro, you gotta try this shit. It's awesome. I first used it when I went to this jack off club in NYC. When I got home, I went out and bought a jar of it! Try it," he said, unscrewing the lid off the top.

It looked sort of like vaseline, but it felt different. I scooped some out of it, and rubbed it between my thumb and index finger. It basically melted on contact, turning into a slippery mess. My cock jumped and I immediately put some on it.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled out. "Damn, that's different!"

"Oh yeah, and it lasts a long time, too!" he said.

The video began and he dipped into the jar himself.

"Shit, what is this called again?" I asked, enjoying the feeling it created on my cock.

"Albolene, bro. Isn't it great?"

"Fuck yeah!"

I watched the vid with him, and we both were checking each other out from time to time. Needless to say, what was next to me was just as hot as what was on the screen. I looked over at Jason, beating away at his cock,. His body turned red, as his veins begin to bulge out. His cock was fuckin' rock solid, and was coated with lube, looking shiny and slippery.

He looked over at me and he leaned over to give me a kiss. I opened my mouth willingly and we had a tongue war while we stroked. This was much hotter than I ever imagined a jack off with a buddy would be. Because he stroked with his right and I stroked with my left, we could sit side by side, pressed up against each other quite comfortably. He soon wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we watched each other stroke.

It wasn't long until I approached the edge. Jason also was one of the more vocal guys I've ever head jackin his dick. He let out these moans and grunts that were a total turn on for me. I knew I wasn't going to win if I focused on him. But wasn't that the point?

"I'm at the edge now dude," I grunted.

"Yeah, ride it, buddy, ride that fuckin' edge," he said softly into my ear.

I couldn't help letting a moan escape from my lips as I tried my hardest not to cross over that point of no return. At the last minute, I took my hand away from my throbbing cock. That was close.

"Oh yeah, bro, that's good. Just relax for a few seconds...I'm almost there too, bud," he said, looking straight into my eyes.

"Fuck yeah!" he exclaimed. He let go of his cock, which bobbed up and down. I kept going after he stopped.

"Yeah, bud, that's it, stroke it," he said, reaching over and pulled on my balls. "You look so fuckin' hot, Joey...."

"You like seein' me stroke my cock Jason? You like watching me work my pole?" I asked.

"Yeah, baby, keep going. See how long you can edge it, bro."

As I approached the edge for the second time, I began to feel it. That fuckin' intense feeling of being on the edge. Where you get lost in your masturbation, the best place to be.

"Shit that's hot!" He said. "You're fuckin' eyes just rolled back into your head."

I opened my eyes just into to see him build it up again. He looked so fuckin' hot, with his muscles tensing up. His veins in his forearms bulged out as his breathing got heavier. I saw his stomach heave up and down as he stroked it to the edge.

"Aw, shit," he moaned.

That made me edge it up real fast. He was staring right at his own hard, lubed cock. He grabbed his balls as he pounded his cock. He let out more moans as he went to the edge.

"Yeah, bud, stroke it," I moaned, looking down at my cock.

It was just a hot sight, this former high school jock jackin' his cock in front of me. I had never really just stroked it with another dude before, and this proved to be extremely hot in it's own right. Suddenly, he grabbed onto me. I turned my head and kissed him on the lips as we both stroked on our meat.

"Fuck, this is so fuckin' hot," I exclaimed.

For the next twenty minutes, we took it to the edge. I was no longer paying attention to the porn playing since what I had in front of me was definitely hotter than anything on the screen. He certainly got lost in his bate, as he called it, and hearing him moan was a definite turnon to me.

"Damn, bro, you are one hot fucker!" he said, still watching me jack my cock. "You like watchin' me stroke my penis?"

Hold on, I thought to myself. Why the hell was he calling it a penis? It sounded weird but it also sounded erotic. In any other context, I would've laughed. But this time, it seemed to be hot.

"It's a cock when you fuck, Joey. It's a penis when you're masturbating..." he grunted.

At this point, I didn't care what the hell he was calling it. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer.

"Don't cum yet, bro. I wanna jack more. Hold off for me..."

"Dude! I can't help it, you're so fuckin' hot!" I said, taking my hand off my cock.

"Aw, shit, man, look at it!" he said, nodding down at my cock.

It was totally erect, coated with lube. It did look hot.

"Goon out on your penis, bro..."

"Huh?" I asked, breaking into reality again. "Goon?"

"Yeah, get stupid on it. Get crazy on it. Let yourself go. Let it all out while you're edging. Be loud,....like I am," he said, moaning loudly. "Fuck, dude, I love just strokin' it. Fuckin' solo sex, man...."

And after that, he stuck his tongue out of his mouth, and just moaned loudly and deeply.

I started strokin' again after seeing him do that. I knew exactly what he meant by letting lose, and so I did. Whatever sensation I was feeling, I let it out. I moaned, I grunted, I let my whole body convulse, and it felt good!

"Yeah, buddy, that's it," he said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder again. We were sitting, our sides touching, with our arms around each other, stroking.

That was it. I knew it was over. I felt my balls rise up and my body tensed up.

"I am going to shoot," I yelled out.

"Yeah, Joey....let me see you shoot it," he said, stroking his cock faster.

I fired the first shot out of my cock with a grunt and the rope came flying out of the head, landing on my fuckin' face! The second was almost equally as strong, and also landed on my face. There were about four more strong shots. I couldn't believe I shot so much.

"Fuck yeah, bro! Nice! I'm gonna shoot, too..." he said, as he arched his back.

He stopped stroking and just held his cock firmly in his fist as the first shot flew out. It went past his head and hit the fuckin' wall behind us.

"Yeah, Jay, fuckin' shoot it, aww...yeah, dude!" I said, watching him shoot his load.

Not surprisingly, his load was absolutely incredible. Fuckin' two shots when past his head. The third landed on his face. The fourth and fifth landed on his muscular, smooth chest, and the rest dribbled out on his stomach. His moans, his facial expressions, and the way his body convulsed after he shot all made it the hottest cum shot I had ever seen in real life.

"Whew!" he exclaimed, letting his cock fall out of his hand. He looked over at me and smiled. His face was covered in his semen and he licked some off of it off with his tongue.

He smiled again at me and said, "You want something to clean that shit up?"

I nodded yes. He let out a sigh and got up, being careful not to drip on the carpet. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned himself off while he walked back into the living room.

"That was one fuckin' hot load you shot, Joey!" he said, wiping the cum off his chest.

"Thanks. I usually can last longer. But..."

"Yeah, I know, so can I....but damn! You hot fucker!" he said.

I tried to sit up, but thought better of it, knowing that the cum could drip off me onto the couch. So, I just stayed there.

He came over to me and started cleaning the cum off of me, slowly and tenderly. He looked up into my eyes and grinned. After he was done cleaning my body off, he pulled my up so that I was standing in front of him. He then proceeded to lick the remainder of my load off my face.

"You taste good," he whispered in my ear.

I wrapped my arms around him and we kissed once more.

"Want a shower?"

"Yeah, man," I answered, feeling a little greasy and dirty.

We both walked to the bathroom together and he turned on the water. When he felt the temperature was just write, he said, "Go on in, bud!"

I did and sure enough he was right behind me. I had a chance to just look at his body again from behind. His muscular ass was so inviting to me. I was semi-hard already just by the sight of this fantasy boy in front of me. I wrapped my arms around him and planted my cock in his crack.

"Mmm..." he said. "Damn you're just like me. Can't ever get enough!"

"Fuck yeah," I answered. He turned around and kissed me passionately under the shower of water.

He grabbed the soap and started washing my whole body from head to toe. He payed special attention to my cock, balls, and ass.

"Rinse," he said, softly.

I stepped under the shower and rinsed myself off. He started soaping up his own body while I rinsed myself off. There was no way I was going to let him wash his whole body without my help.

I took the soap from him and picked up where left off, which was right above his waist. I took extra care to soap up his smooth balls and cock. I then moved to the rear and ran my soapy hands over his crack and between it. I felt his pucker as my finger slid between the cheeks. He let out a soft moan. I moved him so that he could rinse his cock off and then turned him around to rinse off his ass. I then turned him around again and got on my knees. I needed to taste that ass.

"Go for it," he moaned.

I pulled apart his cheeks and dove right in. I licked and teased that tight hole. I tasted it, sucked on it, flicked it, and finally tongue fucked it. All the while, Jason was moaning up a storm.

"You like that?" I asked.

"FUCK YEAH!" he groaned.

He turned around again and his dick was also half hard. I got up off my knees and we embraced again.

"I want more of that later," I said, feeling my aggressive side kick in.

"We'll see about that!" he said, grinning. We rinsed off once more and got out. It's amazing to me how much self-control Jason seemed to be having around me. I thought he would just ultimately either want me to fuck him or him fuck me. I had no idea that we were going to have another round after that jack off session . But at the same time, I liked the way he was thinking.

I put on the same clothes that I had on before for the third time today. He got a clean pair of boxer briefs and threw on a muscle shirt.

"Well, it's six now bud. What did you want to do? I'd love to spend more time with you, but I know you had said you needed to get home before the gig..."

"Uh, okay," I said, wondering if this was ever going end. I didn't want it to end. I couldn't even think of it ending now.

"Joey, listen," he said, pulling me down on the couch we just jacked off on.

"I don't even know what you're thinking about right now. I'm not trying to scare you away either. But, I just want you to know, I like you. Always have. I'm not sure where this is going, but I wanted to be clear. I'm not in High School anymore."

I could've melted away right then and there. But I did my best to be strong. I was handling it the best way I knew how. I wasn't expecting anything to come of this with Jason. Really, I wasn't. I was just going with the flow, knowing that it could end at any moment.

"It's cool, Jase. We'll just play it by ear, dude. If it is meant to be, it's meant to be. If not, then at least I got to act out my fantasy in real life. And that alone is hot enough for me."

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into him. "Cool," he answered.

"So did you really want me to spend the night?"

"Yeah, bro, I do. I mean, if you want to, that is."

"Of course, I do. I'll have to get up early in the morning to get back home in time for this gig."

"Doesn't matter to me," he said, kissing me on the forehead. "In the meantime, since you're spending the night, a bud of mine is performing in his band at a local pub. I was thinking about going there before I ran into you last night. I don't know if you're up to hangin with some of my buds, but it should be fun."

"I assume these are your straight buds," I said.

"Yep!"

"Ah, what the fuck? Sure, let's do that. Is the band any good?" I asked.

"Hell yeah, bro. You may even know my bud, Dave. He plays bass."

"No shit, Dave Szymanski from high school?" I asked. "He was a damn good bassist back then."

"Oh, he's awesome, bro. The whole band is awesome!"

"Do they need a pianist?" I jokingly asked.

Jason laughed. "They have one already, bro."

"Aw, damn. Well, sure, that sounds fun. Always up for hearing a good band perform."

"Sweet," he answered. "They start at nine. So, we'll have time to grab something to eat before then. But now..."