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I live in a small town with nothing to do. I was born in the house I grew up in and with the same friends. There were few guys my age, and one lived close by and we became best friends.
Dan and I were pretty normal, looked pretty average, and did all the usual things. When his brother went to college, he left his weight set behind, and we got to use it. His brother hated it when we did, so of course, as soon as he left, we did.
We were a little skinny, and we wanted to change that. We both wanted to girls to notice us. Sort of. Not important to the story, but I really wanted Scott from school to notice me. Anyway, my best friend was Dan, and we started using his brother's weights as soon as he left for college. Pretty much all the time.
We were both almost sixteen, and really looking forward to getting cars and going on dates. So we started using the weights all the time. It was late summer, and it's always hot and humid, and the garage is even more hot than outside. So, we'd take off our shirts and wear short shorts and put towels on the weight bench. We'd bring the hose in from outside and spray off from time to time to help keep cool.
One Friday night I stayed over, and didn't get to take care of personal business, if you know what I mean. We stayed up late and passed out. We were woken up by his parents and had to help do some stuff around his place, like clean gutters and mow the lawn. Spent most of the day doing that. We were wore out, so we showered, played some video games, and passed out watching TV. Second night in a row I didn't get to take care of that personal business. So, Sunday, I go home to get clean clothes, so I say, and meant to take care of that, but my folks had me do some things, and go out to lunch with them, and I got home and hurried back so Dan and I could watch the game. Didn't take care of that business.
The game ends, his parents are visiting his uncle and aunt two towns over, so we go use the weights. No shirts, our school gym shorts from last year, and they're getting small and tight. And I haven't taken care of business since Friday morning. This is Sunday afternoon. So, I'm getting really horny and having to hide that I'm hard as a rock spotting him. Not easy. Impossible.
He notices. He laughs. We've both gotten hard doing weights before, not very unusual. Our gym shorts are small, like I said, but the thing is, neither of us are. We're both pretty well built down there. He's got this amazing dick, and I've got balls that would make an old man jealous. We've both seen each other naked plenty of times. In school showers, changing at home, stuff like that. So I know what he's got, he knows what I've got. But we've never done anything together. He's always liked the girls, and I've always hidden that I don't.
So I'm standing over him, looking down at his nice body, hard as hell, and just about poking out the leg of my small, tight gym shorts. And he's grinning and trying not to laugh and work out. I see he keeps looking at it. That just makes me harder. I look down at his lap and I can easily tell he's getting hard. I mean, he's big. I'll tell you how big really soon.
"Dude, if you're gonna shoot off or something, you better turn away," he says.
I laugh and say, "If I do, it'll be your fault for making me work all day yesterday and not giving me time to take care of it."
"I know! I have to soon or I'll go fuckin' ape-shit."
"You didn't either?"
"Not since Friday morning. Almost did in the shower while you were home, but mom knocked and asked if I wanted to go with them, then tells me this and that, and I just lost the boner and gave up and got out."
"Fuck. We're both dyin' of blue-balls."
"I know you could! The size of your balls, it'd be fatal for sure! And your dong is almost out of your shorts!"
I looked, and his is getting close to poking out the leg of his shorts.
"You're going to yourself."
Now he can't press again, he's laughing too much, so I help him get the weights on the hooks. He shakes his hands and gets up, and I lay down. I tuck it up so it don't hang out. My balls would have if my dick wasn't pushing the leg tight itself. Like I said, I've got huge ones. So I lay back and he spots me, and I of course see his big dong almost hanging out his shorts leg. I know he saw me looking, but I was so horny I didn't care.
"Take a pic, your phone's on the bench. Want it?"
We laugh. I grab the bar. I see his dick pretty much fall out the leg of his shorts. He tucks it up, but it starts poking out again right away. Like I said, he's huge. He tugs at the shorts, but they're small.
"Dude, would you freak if I took these fuckin' shorts off?" he asks, trying to get comfortable in them.
"Yeah, I would," I said.
And I meant it. I was afraid I'd jump him.
"Dude, I'm gonna go cut off some sweats and wear them. Be right back."
"Fuck that. Go ahead."
And I give him the 'come off it' look. He shrugs and drops his shorts. I feel my dick do a dance. Then he stands over me with his almost totally hard dick. And he's got some nice balls. And mine goes full-on erect.
I start pressing, and don't get very far. I mean, it's like I'm weak. And I can't keep my eyes off his dick and balls. And he can tell that. If you don't spot and do weights, you don't know how easy it is to tell where the guy laying on the bench is looking. It's obvious. He notices. I try not to look, but, well... hell.
"Dude, you're lookin' at my shit a lot. You that horny, or what?"
"Dude, it's like a fucking beacon. What the hell? That thing eight inches or something?"
"Nine, dude. I told you."
"I thought you were bullshitting me."
"Does it look like I was?" he asks, and then wiggles his hips, making it swing around.
We laughed. And he's getting totally hard now. It's standing out straight and we're both red-faced and giggling and I can't do another press.
He helps me place the bar in the hooks and I sit up and my balls fall out those damned short shorts. He laughs and I laugh and I try tucking them in.
"Take the fuckin' things off. We'll cut up some sweat pants and fuck the shorts. They're too small now."
He picks up the hose and we spray off, and spraying him while he's naked is awesomely hot. I blow a full boner and no way I can hide it. Or even try to.
"Take the fuckers off," he says.
I'm too embarrassed to. But I do. I'm harder than him.
"Dude, nice nuts."
I laugh and say thanks.
"If I had your nuts or you had my dork, one of us could do porn and get rich."
"Yeah, but the other one would be average."
"Well, you're not short or anything. Six inches at least."
"Six and a half."
"Not bad. Looks more like seven, almost. Measured it?"
"Not lately. Hasn't grown much, I don't think, since I did."
He goes to the tool box and gets a tape measure. He measures his. I'm getting as hard as I can. I mean, talk about a turn-on!
"Nine... and... is it a quarter or three-eighths?" he asks.
I can't pass up the chance to get closer to it, so I go over and bend down and pretend it takes a bit to tell. I can see it's three-eighths easily, but check it out and really look more at how it's shaped and such. He has the longest head I've ever seen. The tape measure says it's three and a half inches from tip to where the edges end on top. And it's nice and straight, but curves up some. All meaty and solid. Not very thick. And it sort of bobs with his heartbeat.
It's as close to a dick as I've ever gotten, and I'm so turned on, a drop of pre-cum leaks out of mine.
And, I'm telling you, it made me leak again when I saw one show up at the slit at the end of his. I mean, guys don't leak pre-cum with a normal boner from lifting weights, right? I don't think so anyway. But there's one right there at the slit of his nice big head. And I swear I can smell it.
"Well?" he asked.
"Nine and three-eighths, dude. Fuckin' nice."
I straighten up, and he bends down and measures mine. And that drop of pre-jizz is right there, and he gets it on his finger by accident. I don't know how he didn't notice.
"Six and almost three-quarters."
He measures along the top, and doesn't bend the tape measure, like he did on himself.
He bends down closer and says it again, and adds, "Nice one. But those fuckin' balls, man. Nice!"
I laugh and say, "Thanks. Takes a lot of work to grow 'em."
"Beat it twice a day still?"
We told each other we did a couple years ago.
"Yeah. Morning and night in the shower. You?"
"Same. And I really need to take care of this one. If I don't shoot off this time, I might have to rape the collie next door."
"Dude!" and I laugh. "That thing would rip her open."
He puts the tape measure down and strokes his long dick a couple times, looking down at it. I so wish I could do that for him. I grab mine and squeeze it a little.
"Derrick? We've been friends since we were kids, right?"
"Can I ask you something?"
He looks at me and he's still holding his dick, and I'm holding mine, and we're both still wet from the hose and sweat. And he's pretty hot. Neither of us are studs, or dorks, but pretty average guys. And I've always had a thing for him.
Which is our usual answer when one asks the other if he can ask something.
"You ever think about jerking each other off?"
I think I nearly passed out. I remember how sort of dizzy I got for like a second or two. It was also like my vision went dark for that moment. I remember swallowing and shaking. I thought maybe he was beginning to figure me out, you know?
"It's just, we both know sometimes guys do that. It don't have to mean they're gay."
I'm not stupid. I know a chance when I see one.
"No, I know what ya mean. It's just helping out, sorta."
We both stood there like statues, looking down at our own hands on our own dicks. Then I look at his. I mean, I felt my heart racing and my body shivering. I felt something like hungry, but not actual hunger. You probably know what I mean. I wanted it.
"I'll do you if you do me," I say.
I think I'm about to throw up. It's such a huge risk. But he's been my best bud since we could walk.
He looks up and nods.
"We don't ever tell anybody," he says.
I give him the 'no shit' look. He nods again.
"Be right back," he says.
I'm standing there with my boner in my hand, watching his nice ass as he walks really fast to the door into the kitchen, wondering what the hell he's going to do. I stand there, not believing we just said that, hoping he comes back still naked and wanting to, and not with his cell phone and snapping my picture to blackmail me or something. Then he comes back with a small bottle. Of lube!
He squirts some in his hand, then holds it toward me. I hold out my hand and he squirts some into my palm. He puts it on the floor next to the weight bench and sits down. He points to the bench, so I sit down next to him. Turns out, the hand I held out was my right, but he's on my left, so we laugh. I rub it to my other hand.
My heart thumps out of my chest and into my gut when he reaches out as calm and ordinary as can be and grabs my dick. He just starts stroking it like it's normal.
"Oh, shit," I say really softly.
"Get started," he says.
I reach over and put my hand around his dick, and I get the most massive thrill! I mean, it was simply awesome! His dick isn't very much thicker than mine, it's just so much longer. I start stroking it, spreading the lube over it, and I love how his head feels in my hand. Fucking awesome!
"Shit, dude, nice!" he says.
I've got more foreskin than him, and it moves around with his hand a little, but his doesn't move at all. His skin is tight to his cock. I love how that feels. Nothing like mine. He don't know how to work mine with that loose skin moving with his hand, but he figures it out pretty soon and it's feeling so much better than when I do it myself. Way better!
"Damn!" he says really breathy and soft.
"Doing it okay?" I ask.
"Fuckin' great," he says, and smiles at me.
I get this idea. If I do it well enough, he might want to again. Oh, hell yes! So I start doing all the best things I like to do to myself. He's really enjoying it! So am I!
We start telling each other how fucking great a job we're doing. I fucking love it! His dick is so long! I can stroke so far on it. I love to rub over my head and the tip, so I do it to him. He does it to me. He does this thing where he twists his hand around on the edges of my head, and it feels fucking great! So I do it to him. I jiggle my fist over his long head, like I like to do, he does it to me. Then he runs his thumb over and around my hole, and that's fucking kick-ass! So I do it to him. Then he goes really slow, tip to base, then back up, slow, slow, slow. It's insanely awesome! I do it to him, in time with him, like a machine. It's got to be the most incredible thing I've ever felt! I start worrying it's gonna be over real soon! For me, anyway! Real soon!
"Shit, dude, Der! Gonna blow!" he grunts. "Hold it!"
I stop my hand, hoping he means he don't wanna blow off already and make it last. Sounds like a plan to me!
I feel his dick dance and bend in my hand, and I watch as this huge gob of cum flies out and over his shoulder and behind him. Just as it lands with a loud plop, another shoots out and lands on his shoulder, and now he's got his head back and he's grunting and his whole body his kind of jerking a little. He's not really jacking me now, but the way his body is all shaking and shit, his hand is moving on my dick. Well, it's good enough! Especially as I'm watching him have an orgasm. His dick swells up and jerks and another long string of cum shoots out and it lands on his shoulder, but stretches all the way down past his nipple.
Then I go off. His hand is barely moving on my dick, but it's more than enough. I don't know where mine went, I was too busy watching his. This long one shoots out and lands on his chest, nipple to almost belly button. I love how his dick moves in my hand, and I pay real close attention to that. I push down his long dick, pulling the skin tighter, and the next shot is even more powerful. I think it was the biggest, too. It went just over his shoulder and behind him, and went plop just as another shot out and landed in a long, straight strand from the center of his chest to the middle of his belly. It's thick! Like, half an inch wide, and all gooey and ropey. Fucking awesome!
I think I shot to the wall. No shit. It was fucking intense! If it didn't hit the wall, it landed on the workbench along the wall. Fucking great one! Then he shoots this nice one that makes it to his sternum and stretches to his belly button. His dick just bends and jerks like mad! Mine goes crazy! I hear mine go plop on the concrete as he shoots another that lands with the last one, right beside it, touching it in places.
I do a fast stroke, top to bottom, then stop again.
He shouts, "Fuck!" and his legs go out straight and his whole body goes stiff.
I don't make a sound, I think. I don't know. I know my legs shoot out straight too and I feel like ten million bucks!
He just keep shooting! Five more strings on his belly, all nice and thick and gooey. His dick jerks and bends each time. I hear four more of mine plop on the floor, and I can't even breathe now. It's got to be the best second of my life when his hand strokes up my prick and he squeezes and rubs my head and I blow off into his hand and he rubs it all over my head and I keep pumping like a fire engine.
I'm bouncing on my ass, he's bent back and groaning at the ceiling, and we're stroking each other as our last squirts ooze out and we're rubbing it all over each other's heads.
He grunts, "Oh, hell yeah!" and lets go of my dick.
He flips his hand, flinging my cum onto the floor. I don't. I don't even let go of his nice, big dick. I feel it getting softer. We sit there and pant like mad. Smiling.
He looks over at me.
"Fucking awesome!" he says, smiling as big as I've ever seen.
"I know! Great idea!"
"Yeah! Man! That was the best wad I've ever fuckin' shot!" He looks around, sees his cum behind him, laughs, flicks his hand to fling off some more of my cum, and sighs really deeply. "Man. We gotta do that again sometime!"
"Sure! You name it!"
He leans back with another loud sigh and shivers all over. He smiles really nicely, looking up at the ceiling.
I want to kiss him so bad. I want to at least stroke him again, but I'm afraid he'll notice I still have my hand on his dork. I like feeling it, so I just hold it still. He stretched his legs and sighs again and looks down. I let go.
"I gotta piss," I say, and stand up.
I see him looking at my dick as I walk past him. I'm looking down at his. It's all purple and getting soft, and all shiny. I want to kneel down and lick it clean. Suck it clean. Grab both of his ass cheeks and try to deep-throat that bad boy.
"Dude," he says just as I get to the corner of the weight set.
I stop and stand there, noticing he's looking at my junk.
"Sometime, if it's okay with you...?"
I wait, hoping he asks to fuck me. Or me to fuck him.
"Yeah?" I ask, also wanting to get to the bathroom so I can lick his cum off my hand.
I don't really have to piss, in case you haven't figured that out.
He's still looking at my junk I notice. That makes me really think something. It's impossible, but still, I think it.
"Can... we do blow-jobs?"
I don't even know what to say! I mean... hell yes! Now! Every day from now on!
"Well, sure. I guess."
I walk to the bathroom. As soon as the garage door is behind me, I've got my hand in my mouth and tasting his cum. I'm getting hard again. I wash my hands, thinking up things to say about when to try out giving each other head. Then I head back out to the garage. He's sitting in the same place. Still wet from sweat and the hose. He smiles when I sit next to him. He's almost hard again. I start swelling up again. He notices.
"Hey. How about we have a shower?" he asks.
"Why not?" he asks with a shrug.
We jerked each other off again in the shower. Fucking awesome!
I stay the night. We have a pretty good time. Just normal stuff, no hand-jobs or anything. But we did talk about giving each other those blow-jobs. His parents go to work the next day, and we do. It was beyond awesome! All day long! Six fucking times! Six blow-jobs in one day can make your dick really sore! But we recovered for the next day. And the next.
We still do it. He's not gay. I finally told him I am. He said he knew. He said I talked big about the girls, but he saw how I looked at the guys. He helped me to be more careful about that so that I wouldn't get caught looking and get any trouble. He says he doesn't think he's bi, he just likes messing around with his gay best friend.
We graduate this year. He's had a couple girlfriends, but we do it pretty often when he's not going out with a girl. Neither of us have much prospects for college, so we'll probably get jobs and such.
I even fucked around with a guy at school for a few months this year named Ryan. We broke each other's brown cherries, had a lot of oral sex, and did some slightly kinky stuff, but it wasn't love at all. Just a lot of fun. Ryan and I still do it sometimes, but we're more just friends after that couple of months. We're both gay, and we don't know if anyone else is, so what the hell.
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