Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2020 15:41:18 -0700
From: C <00wcal@gmail.com>
Subject: College Summer

This is a work of fiction. All characters are made up and are all
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Johnny and I were friends all through high school. Neither of us ever had
much luck with the girls, not that we didn't want to, we just never
really figured out how to talk to them I guess. We sure were looking
forward to college where we hoped we'd finally get laid, but here we
were, back in our hometown for the summer and having to admit to each
other that it hadn't happened for either of us! "Man, I just don't get
it, Greg," Johnny said to me as we sat by the fan in my room, trying to
catch a breeze on a hot day, "It's just that, well, how's a guy supposed
to concentrate on school and sports, and everything when he's always got
a, you know, a..."
 "Distraction?" I said.
 "Yeah, I guess you could call it that."
 "I'm a little distracted right now," I said, surprising myself by
pointing out my arousal. I was even more surprised when I noticed Johnny
looking down at my pants where they must have been bulging. I was
embarrassed, but then I saw the look on his face wasn't mean or mocking.
He looked like he understood and I guess he did - we were both in the
same situation, hot, hard, hadn't been laid, and ready for some relief.
Johnny looked up, blushed a little from having been caught checking me
out, and adjusted himself. The state we were in was giving me an idea,
not fully formed, but getting there. I wasn't sure if Johnny would go for
it, wasn't sure that I would either actually, and definitely wasn't sure
how to bring it up. Then Johnny gave me an opening.
 "But really, Greg," he said, looking somewhat desperate, "how are we
gonna get with some girls this summer? I'm tired of being hard. Tired of
blue balls. They say that's not really a thing, but I think it is!"
 "I don't know, man. We've tried, right?! But..."
 "What?" he asked with a note of hope.
 "Well, what if there just was no way to get with a girl, like if your
were stranded or lost or something?" I asked.
 "Like on an island? I don't know, I guess you just wouldn't get laid at
all, right? Kinda like now, you dork! We're not getting any and we're
right here."
 "Yeah, but if you were super horny, like with a boner all the time and
blue-balls."
 "I AM!" he almost shouted. "What's your point?"
 I just came out and said it, "You'd jack-off, right? I mean, a guy has
to, doesn't he?"
 "Of course! I do that. Don't you?" he asked, wondering if he'd admitted
to too much.
 "You mean you actually spank the monkey?" I asked, as if in horror,
"Beat your meat? Pull your pud?"
 "Yes, I masturbate," he added in a mock-scientific tone. Then he got
kind of quiet, "I do it all the time. But like, that's not enough."
 "I know," I said, quieter now too, "ya need another person, right?"
Johnny didn't say anything, but he was looking at me in a way I
couldn't quite get.
I switched back to a jokey tone.
 "Not just mister left hand or mister right hand all the time, Johnny!
That's what we need!"
I held my two hands up as I spoke.
 "This one doesn't look so bad," Johnny said, reaching for my left
hand and taking it in his, "but can we call her Miss Left Hand
instead?"
 "Sure," I said, "I've tried that of course, but it's still the
same."
 "For you, sure, but I'm saying Miss Left Hand here," he was still
holding my hand, "I'd fuck her."
 "Man, are you seriously...?"
 "No, no, I'm kidding Greg, don't freak out, I'm just..,"
 "No, I'm not freaking out, I just, well, that's what I was thinking.
That you need, we need, to do something other than jerk off alone. We
need another person, for sex... for sex and... we want a girl, a hot
girl, but we can't get with anyone. So, I mean."
 "Yeah?" Johnny seemed to be breathing differently.
 "I thought maybe we could help each other out. Not like sex really,
just getting off, but better than jerking yourself off."
 "Oh." He said, laying my hand down on his thigh, up at the top.
 Neither of us said anything and after a little while I picked my hand up
off Johnny's leg. I feared I'd gone too far, but then Johnny took my
hand again.
 "Like I said, this hand is looking pretty good to me at this point.
Wanna see how it feels? To, like, do each other? That's what you're
talking about, right?"
 "Sure! Why not help a buddy out, y'know? Remember Dave, that guy in
our class, he had a red Toyota or something, and went out with Tanya?"
 Johnny just looked at me.
 "Okay, sorry, but I just remember him saying, and another dude talking
about, that they, you know, like on camping trips and stuff they'd jerk
off together. Looking at porn and just..."
 "Yeah, I remember that. Eric said he and some of the guys from soccer
did that too. He wanted me to try it, like, do it with him one time. I
think we were at his place, in the basement and I was sleeping over or
something."
 "And did you?"
 "I slept over there plenty of times, "Johnny said, sounding a little
sad, "but no, I never did. I mean we didn't, not together. I don't
know... I'm not sure why. I guess I wanted to, but..."
 "Yeah. It's kinda weird, but what the fuck, right? Also, who is gonna
know?"
 "Right, I wouldn't tell anyone. Like who would I tell? The guys at work:
Hey dudes, what did you all do last night? I jerked off with my old high
school buddy! Ha ha!"
 We laughed and when we stopped, I think it sunk in that he'd just said
that we jerked off together. That we had acknowledged that we were ready
to actually do this.
 "So how did Dave with the Toyota say they got started? I think you said
porn, but man, I am already hard as fuck."
 It seemed like we'd talked enough about it, so I just stood up and
started undoing my pants. Johnny got up and did the same. We sat back
down with our pants around our ankles and hard cocks pointing up at our
bellies. We were on my bed because it was near the window and the fan,
and we both leaned back with our hands behind us, like we were showing
off, but really I think it was that neither of us knew how to start doing
it.
 "I'm pretty much an expert at jerking off, I bet you are too, but we
don't seem to be able to do it now," I said, nervously stating the
obvious, "Tell you what, let's just pretend we are alone and do it like
we always do. To get started. Y'know?"
 "But I thought...like. Well, I don't need to do it like I always do,"
Johnny said, sounding a little annoyed with me, "I need someone else's
hand. At least. We both do. Here, let's see how..."
 He reached over and wrapped his warm fist around my cock. It felt so
good that I thrust up right away and he lost hold of me.
 "Sorry, I..."
 "Hold still," he said, putting his other hand on my thigh to keep me in
place, "so I can keep hold of it. Damn dude, it feels so hot. And soft
but hard underneath. Really hard. I'm gonna start to..."
 He began the up and down motion I'd done a thousand times but it felt a
thousand times hotter than it ever did before. I squirmed around a bit, I
couldn't help it. Johnny moved his hand from my thigh to my ass and it
was like he had me there, holding me front and back. I looked down at his
hand moving on my cock and then over at him. He was staring at my
erection with a look of fascination and desire on his face, like he had
finally gotten his hands on something he'd been wanting for a long time.
 "How's that feel," he asked, looking up and meeting my gaze, "Am I doing
it right?"
 "Fuck, man, it feels sooo good! It's so much better... Hey! Let me do
you, so you can see for yourself!" I said and reached for his boner. For
the first time ever I held another guy's hard penis in my hand. It felt
like mine, and totally different. It felt really hot and smooth, and
Johnny must have liked having me hold him cause he stopped stroking my
cock for a moment.
 "Oh yeah," he said, smiling at me and panting, "this is great! Feels so
good. Let's do it, man, let's jerk each other off! Girl, guy, whatever,
that hot hand feels great!"
 "We know just how to do it, too! I mean, I know what I like, what makes
me come. I guess we should just do it like that on each other, right?
Like this."
 I started stroking his cock, sliding the skin up and back the way I
liked it, and he stroked mine. We were both breathing hard and making
other sounds: I moaned lightly like I do and he was groaning a little.
Our hips bucked up once in a while - we were a little out of control.
Super horny. Not far from the edge.
 "Fuck, that's good," Johnny said, "don't stop, man, please don't
stop."
 I tore my eyes away from the sight of my hand stroking his pulsing cock
and looked him in the eyes.
 "Not gonna stop," I said between heaving breaths as he looked back at
me, "I wanna make you come, buddy. I wanna see it shoot."
 It was true, though I hadn't really meant to say it out loud, staring my
best friend in the eyes. I did want to see him come. I always liked
watching the semen spurt from my own cock, was drawn to cumshots in porn,
and now I was going to get to make a guy ejaculate! I could barely
believe it, but nothing had ever gotten me as turned on as I was stroking
my buddy's hard cock and hearing the sounds he made as he got close.
 "Awww yeah," he moaned, "you're gonna make me come. Oh damn, getting so
close!"
 Johnny was whimpering a little now. I literally had him in the palm of
my hand and I liked the feeling. I knew how to do this, was really good
at it and was happy to be able to use my skills to help a friend out. All
guys should do this for each other, I thought as Johnny started to thrust
up to meet my strokes. Good as his word, he was fucking my hand, shoving
his cock up into my fist like it was a tight pussy. He lost his
concentration and let go of my cock and I took the opportunity to move
into a better position. Without missing a stroke, I slid off the bed and
onto my knees between Johnny's legs.
 "Just want a closer look, man," I explained, my face now just a foot
from his straining erection. I could smell him and I took in a deep
breath, "your cock is swelling and it looks... looks like... well, it
looks like pure sex. I mean..."
 Johnny was beyond talking, just cursing and grunting now. I moved to
adjust my legs, still tangled in my dropped pants, and my face nearly
touched the head of his cock. I could have backed off, but I stayed where
I was and kept stroking as I sensed him going over the edge.
 "Uhhhh, uhhhh! I'm coming! Fuck, watch out, here it comes!," Johnny
grunted, his hips bucking, thrusting his throbbing, swollen cock so that
it touched my lips for a second. I felt his thick meat get even thicker
in my hand and without thinking, stuck out my tongue so that it was
touching the red head of his dick. The first spurt of semen splashed
across my cheeks and I found myself aiming him at my mouth as I continued
to pull on his spasming boner. I wanted his cum in my mouth and Johnny
didn't disappoint, squirting shot after shot of his thick, warm jizz into
my waiting mouth. I swallowed and opened up for more, licking it off the
underside of his shaft as he spent himself.
 Johnny leaned back and sighed as I took his softening penis fully into
my mouth at last, cleaning off the last of his spunk.
 "That was..." he said, not looking up,"Thanks, man. That was...
incredible. And you... My cum, you..."
 "You came in my mouth," I finished for him, "I... I didn't know that
would happen, but... I liked it. I swallowed it!'
 "Give me a minute, buddy, and I'll try to do as good for you!" my cock
was relieved to hear Johnny say.