Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2016 12:35:18 -0400
From: imaginationwheel@gmail.com
Subject: With Jason

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"With Jason"


I felt like I had entered some kind of fantasy world when I heard him ask
the question:

"Want to... rub them... y'know, together?"

I swallowed.

My heart roared in my ears as my dick throbbed.  My best friend Jason sat
before me with wide eyes and crimson cheeks as I sat there staring back.
We'd only planned to jack off together.  Something like this was new
territory; a headlong charge into uncharted wilderness.

But I wanted it.  Oh boy, did I want it.

I nodded, speechless; Jason's eyes widened and he shifted to his knees.  I
matched his movements, adjusting my position so that I faced him, kneeling
on his faded blue comforter atop his bed.  The cloth stuck to our legs as
we moved, but the blanket was so bunched up that we ignored it.  We both
sat with our butts on our feet, reflecting each other's posture.  We were
both completely bare, but slightly damp from the heat despite the ceiling
fan's insistent breeze.

Jason kept eye contact with me, his mouth slightly open with a hungry look
on his face.  With his usual initiative, he moved his body forward,
thrusting his hips cautiously towards me. I hesitantly responded, moving my
butt off my heels and closing the distance between our steeled beams.  Our
dicks wavered with tension, just inches apart.  We both shuffled forward,
clenching the comforter and pulling ourselves closer to each other.

Finally, we touched.

"Oh god, Ian," Jason gasped.  My own voice caught in my throat.  Our
straining dick heads rubbed gently as the proximity of our bodies forced
them together.  My mind was a static discharge of arousal; Jason's taut
limbs and husky breathing indicated a similar reaction.

We simply sat there, our dick-heads in gentle contact.  Jason's skin was
hot against mine; our cocks burned against each other as our bodies
trembled.

Jason moved his hand up and grabbed his dick at the base.  I did the same.
We paused, staring as a drop of precum formed on top of my rock-hard dick.
Jason made the first move and swiped the head of his own cock across my
dick-hole.  I moaned out loud, and responded by thrusting my own head back
at his.

As our dicks engaged each other, we seemed to pass an invisible barrier as
our sexual stimulation peaked; raw lust stamped the cautiousness from our
minds.  Our dicks felt like lightning rods, conduits between our charged
bodies.  We slid and rasped them together furiously as lust quickly took
the wheel.

The bed creaked faintly from our frantic movements; I felt a fresh wave of
heat suffuse my body as sweat trickled down my back, arms, and chest.  We
wrestled our sparring into a mostly-steady rhythm: I would push the top of
my dick against Jason's shaft, then hump him all the way up past the top of
his own rod.  He would end up in my original position; we continued doing
this, our dicks sliding up and down against each other.  Our swollen tools
drooled precum as we slid them together, and it didn't take long for our
frantic stimulation to push me to the edge.  I could feel a rumbling,
swelling orgasm building deep in my balls; I was like a volcano, just
seconds before eruption.

I looked up at Jason; it was clear his climax was as close as mine was.
His brow was furrowed in concentration as he slid his dick against mine;
his chest heaved as he panted and moaned quietly, his taut limbs damp with
sweat.

God, he looked amazing.  As our dicks made love, I felt an overflowing rush
of emotion towards my closest buddy.  We had been friends for so long, and
through so much; I just wanted to feel him, touch him, envelop him in my
friendship.  So I went ahead and did the next best thing.

I raised my hand up to our slippery rods, encircled them with my fingers,
and squeezed them tightly together at the base.  Jason let out a strangled
cry as our dicks mashed together in my grip.  I raised my other hand up to
our joined cocks and started jacking them up and down, up and down, up and
down.  Jason was whimpering, letting out low squeals as my hands plunged us
into our combined climax.  Jason's orgasm hit first.

He gritted his teeth as his whole body tensed up, then furiously humped his
dick in my grasp as his body shook from the force of his release.  His
voice cracked as he low cries escaped his lips.

"Oh Ian, oh my g-g . . . unnnhh! . . . innhh! . . . unnghh!"

His eyes rolled back and his body shook as the orgasm pounded him into
oblivion, sending seed rushing up his cock.

I whimpered as Jason's dick convulsed against mine, spewing cum high in the
air.  Before the first rope of jizz had landed, another followed, and
another; they splashed down onto my fists and arms as I desperately hung on
to our quivering cocks.  As Jason's body writhed, I could actually feel the
cum coursing up his dick on its way to the tip from pressing our rods
together.  The sensation was unbelievable; it was so intimate, so erotic,
and it sent me careening over the edge of my own orgasm.

Jason's jizz continued to pulse from his twitching member; I furiously
pounded our dicks, filling the air with slurping and squelching sounds from
Jason's cum as my own orgasm gripped my body.  I took one last look at
Jason's face; his hair sweaty and sticking out, his body soaked and
trembling.  His face . . .  his eyes were closed, sweat dripping down his
forehead and flushed cheeks.  His mouth was hanging slightly open as his
orgasm continued to ravage his trembling body.

Oh, Jason . . .



I came.

I howled in ecstasy as I humped my dick into Jason's, thrusting them
through my hands.  A geyser of semen barreled its way up through my cock,
exploding out of the tip in long ropes that splattered down onto our
entwined dicks.  My body seized and convulsed while my balls drained,
gushing out and over our cocks, hands, and arms.  Jason, still caught up in
the torrent of his own orgasm, pushed his body into mine, grabbed our
spurting dicks with his hands, and pounded us into the stratosphere.


I came some more.

Jason and I leaned into each other's shoulders and thrusted our dicks
through our hands as they spewed out rope after rope of steaming jizz over
our bodies and the comforter below us.  We panted and humped the remaining
seed from our still-twitching cocks as our minds eased down from our
orgasms.

With our balls running dry, we gasped and heaved against one another,
holding our dicks tightly together with our cum-soaked hands.  I was
exhausted, and slumped against Jason.  He put a hand on my shoulder and
tilted us down onto our sides.  I gazed at him; he gazed back at me.  I
tried to imagine what he was thinking . . . probably the same thing I was.

We stayed strewn in that position for a few minutes while our breath
returned, then Jason pushed himself up and stated exactly what was mirrored
in my own mind:

" . . . I'm hungry.  Let's get something to eat!"


**Author's Notes**

Hi!  This is my first time submitting a Nifty story (I've written one or
two attempts that were mostly just an urge to get an idea out of my head.)
I've been reading the site for a year or two now, and was excited to
finally get something submitted.

About the story:

I had this idea clanging around in my brain of the scene, and just had to
get it out on "paper".  I was mostly trying to just get a simple story out,
of one specific scene that didn't have any context.  As such, there is
basically zero character backstory.  It's just a snapshot of a scene, I
suppose.

Anyway, if you have any comments, PLEASE email me at imaginationwheel@gmail.com!