Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2011 21:09:22 +0100
From: Mr Skinny <mr.skinny@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Geeks Get Hot  -  9-Brad

Disclaimer:

The following piece of fiction contains explicit descriptions of sexual
acts between consenting adult males aged over the age of 18. Please do not
read further if the subject matter might offend you. If you are aged under
18 (or 21 if that is the law in your state or country) please leave this
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Note from Author:

This part of the story is told by Brad. To read the chapter's events from
Anthony's perspective, go back to the main `Geeks Get Hot' folder.  The
next chapters of the story have all been planned out, but due to other
commitments it may be a while before they make it into written form. Check
the main `Geeks Get Hot' folder for new instalments in a couple of months
though, because from part 10 onwards, events are about to turn even hotter
for these two geeks...


Geeks Get Hot  (part 9) - Brad

Anthony and some of the other guys had finally persuaded me to join
Facebook.

I hadn't had any need to while I was still at high school. In fact, I'm
sure if I had joined then, it would have just provided my tormenters with
another medium to insult me through.

But now I was at college away from my hometown, and beginning to
successfully shake off my previous lowly existence. All in all, I was a
million times happier than I'd been for a long long time. Everyone here had
been so nice to me, and sure, I still wasn't "Mr. Popular" by any means,
but I did now have a growing circle of acquaintances, maybe even a few
people I could actually call real "friends". And Anthony of course. And
every time I met and spoke to a new person in class, they'd be like "yes,
I'll add you on Facebook", and then I'd feel a bit bad because I didn't
have an account yet. And pretty much every day, I would get an email
through on my college email telling me somebody had tried searching for me
and invited me to join up because they couldn't find me on there.

In the end, after some serious encouragement from the guys on our corridor,
and being told by Anthony how much social networking I was missing out on,
I finally gave in and registered. Straightaway I was hit by friend
requests, group requests, all sorts of stuff I hadn't been expecting. I was
able to join study groups for my classes, see photos of my new friends from
when they'd been in high school, and every time I logged in I got something
of a thrill from seeing the number of "friends" I had – people that
actually wanted to be associated with me.

The first person I'd added as a friend was Abby, and she'd written on my
Wall to say how she was glad I'd finally joined. I'd spent a lot of time
too looking at Anthony's profile, searching through his pictures and old
status updates, putting faces to the names of the friends he'd mentioned,
seeing for myself what his life at his university in England had been like.

It had been over a week now, and as well as Anthony, Abby, and all the guys
living on the third floor of Jefferson Dorms, I had a good number of people
from each of my classes added too. There was one other person I desperately
wanted to add as a friend – Zack. I hadn't seen or heard from him for
years, which might seem strange considering how close we'd been at one
time, but I had been so busy struggling with my life at high school,
keeping in touch hadn't really been high on my agenda. But now, I was
curious to know what he was doing these days. Where he'd ended up at
college (if he'd gone at all). Problem was, he didn't seem to be anywhere
on the site. I'd tried searching for him by name, and using the email
address he used to have, but he was nowhere to be found.

I had found Andy pretty easily. He didn't have his privacy settings set
very high either, so I was able to see a lot of his profile. I hadn't
really seen him either since...well, that day, and judging from his
pictures he was a pretty popular guy now, and had gotten even hotter than I
remembered. I'd tried searching his friends list for Zack, but he wasn't
there either, so I gave up on the search.

I'd taken a last look at Andy's profile. A little wistfully it has to be
said. And then, before I could stop myself, I'd clicked on the "add as a
friend" button and sent him a friend request. I don't know what came over
me, but we had been such good buddies when we were younger, I'd felt sure
now some time had passed and we'd both grown up, he would be ready to be my
friend again, like he used to be, before I'd...well, just before.

The day after I'd added Andy was the one day of the week I didn't have too
many classes. My only class that day was a two hour math lecture first
thing in the morning. I'd gone to that and the professor had announced that
he would be giving us a mid-term at the end of the week. Then, I'd gone to
the library to study for a little while and grabbed some lunch at the
cafeteria with Anthony and one of our neighbors, Charlie.

After that, they had both headed off to their classes, and I'd headed back
to the dorm. I'd had enough of studying for one day, and was ready to just
do some mindless surfing for a bit. Plus I was feeling seriously horny, and
I knew Anthony would be away from the room at class for the whole
afternoon. I tended to make the most of these long afternoons with the room
to myself if you know what I mean! Lots of lube, lots of porn, lots of
time, and a slow right hand makes Brad a very satisfied boy indeed!

I unlocked and threw open the dorm room door, my dick already semi-hard in
my briefs with anticipation of the edging session to come. I switched on my
computer and fetched my lube from my drawer as it booted up. I had a sudden
panicky thought that I had the day wrong and that Anthony's class was only
one hour long, so I went over to his desk where he had his class schedule
pinned up to double-check. No, it definitely said that on Tuesdays he had
classes from 1 right thru to 5. I checked my watch. It was a little after
1.30. I had plenty of time before he came back.

I decided to quickly check my email before starting the fun stuff. I signed
in and went to my inbox.

Oooh, an email from Facebook: "Andy West has sent you a message on
Facebook".  Oh, that's weird - I'm sure the email usually says something
like "Andy West has accepted your friend request" when that happens.

My curiosity raised, I logged in to Facebook and found where the
notification symbol was highlighted red. Then, a few mouseclicks later, I
had the full notification in front of me and sat staring at the screen,
wide-eyed and feeling completely numb.

Andy hadn't accepted my friend request (I still had the same number of
friends as I had done the day before). Instead, he had sent me a message
response to my request. I re-read it, tears pricking at my eyes as I did
so.

"Fuck off you loser. As if I'd ever want to be friends with you".

It felt like a punch to the stomach. And to think we'd been best friends
right from the age of five to the age of fifteen.  Then one stupid stupid
mis-judged moment on my part coupled with the negative opinions of others
toward me, and that was it. He didn't want to know me. He *still* didn't
want to know me, even after all this time apart from each other.

I don't know how long I sat there, just staring blankly at the screen, not
taking in the words on it anymore. I felt a tear trickling down my cheek
and took my glasses off to wipe it away with the palm of my hand. I looked
at the glasses I held in my hand, the dark round frames encircling the
clear lenses, and suddenly felt rage sweeping through me.

Stupid fucking glasses. Making me look like a geek.

I turned and threw my glasses away from me. They hit the wall beneath the
window and fell to the floor. I didn't care if they were broken. They'd
been the source of such misery through high school, coupled with my
skinniness and my general appearance. My uncool haircut and my lame
clothes.  Even now, I could hear the taunts, hear the jeers of Andy and the
others, laughing at me, the skinny geek in glasses. The guy with no
muscles. With no dress-sense. With no style. With no friends.

Well fuck them! Fuck the lot of them!

"FUCK YOU THEN ANDY WEST!" I yelled at the screen, tears stinging my
eyes. Strangely, it made me feel better. I realised then that Andy wasn't
worth having as a friend anyway. And actually, thinking about it, Anthony,
even though I'd only known him a couple months, was already a better and
more supportive friend to me than Andy had ever been. I wasn't going to
waste my time or my tears on dwelling on Andy any more. Or Zack
either. Probably he would react just the same as Andy. My life had moved on
and I was a college boy now. And I didn't have room in my life or my heart
for those who'd made my teenage years a total misery.

I walked over to where my glasses lay on the floor and picked them up,
putting them back on. Luckily, they weren't broken. I guess I'd
over-reacted a bit before. Wearing glasses didn't make me a geek. And I
could think of tons of people who did wear glasses who were seriously
hot. And if I found them hot, I'm sure tons of other people found guys who
wore glasses hot too.

I went back over to my computer and did a Google search for "naked guys in
glasses". Yes, as I'd thought, some seriously hot guys did wear glasses.

I felt my dick twitching appreciatively as I scanned the images that I'd
found. Suddenly my previous sadness (and anger) had practically gone, being
replaced by 100% horniness. A good jack-off session is just what I needed
to get over the rejection from Andy. I logged out of Facebook so I'd have
no distractions, and after checking the time (still only 2.30 - tons of
time left) navigated to one of my favorite porn sites and queued up some
videos I hadn't seen yet.

I undid the zipper and button on my jeans as the first video started, to
give my dick a little more space to grow, and settled back in my desk chair
to enjoy myself.

With my left hand resting on my left leg, I slid my right hand up under my
shirt and stroked across my thin smooth chest, imagining it was one of the
horned-up guys in the video that was touching me. My thumb and index finger
found one of my nipples and I played with it a while, feeling it getting
erect from my touch, enjoying the sensations running through me.

The three guys in the movie had stripped to their white jock straps now,
the purple cockhead of one of them poking out of the side of his underwear,
as they caressed one another, two of them kissing each other, their mouths
open and their tongues touching. The other guy leaned down and started
sucking on the nipples of the guy whose dick was escaping from his
jock-strap. I moaned quietly to myself at the sight and moved my hand about
under my shirt, going from one erect nipple to the other, tweaking them and
imagining what it would be like to have a wet warm mouth encircling one of
them.

My shirt was getting in the way a bit now, and I pulled it off over my
head, dropping it on the floor next to me. I let both my hands run over my
naked chest now, my dick hard and straining in my briefs, desperate for me
to begin work on it, but I ignored it for now, teasing myself, letting my
right hand begin to drift down past my belly-button toward where my cock
lay waiting, then moving back up my body, stroking over my stomach where my
abs were beginning to start to show through, up to the hard nubs of my
nipples.

The movie had me so turned on. On my monitor, the guy who'd been sucking
nipples was now kneeling on the floor, reaching toward the cock of the guy
in front of him as it poked out the side of his jockstrap, pushing aside
the white material, taking hold of the shaft and putting it into his mouth
making the guy break off from making out with the other dude and moan. My
own dick turned even harder in my briefs at the sound, and I could feel a
tingling feeling in my balls and my heartbeat speeding up.

I grasped the sides of my jeans and pulled them and my briefs down my legs,
letting my aching dick spring free. I watched it bouncing gently in time
with my pulse, engorged with blood and extended to its full 8-inch length.

"What are you waiting for?! Jack me! Jack me now!" it seemed to be
screaming at me, but still I ignored it, teasing myself and letting the
tension in me build even further. I slowly moved my hand to my balls,
running them through my fingers, pulling at the skin of my scrotum, gently
tickling the base of my balls as I concentrated on my computer monitor.

All 3 guys had removed their jock straps now, and their large cut cocks
jutted out from their toned bodies. The one kneeling went back to sucking
on the guy next to him's dick, starting to jack his own dick as he did
so. The other guy knelt down at the back of the guy getting his dick
sucked, and prising apart his asscheeks, stuck his tongue out and began to
lick at his asshole. The guy moaned loudly, obviously enjoying the feelings
of the two mouths working their magic at both ends of him.

I increased the pressure of my grip as I fondled my balls. My dick kept
twitching by itself, hard and throbbing, aching for my hand to begin
stroking up and down it. I gently placed my left hand at the base of my
shaft, holding myself between my thumb and index finger, and running my
middle finger backward and forward over the spot where the root of my cock
met my ballsack.

Mmmm, so so hard and horny. Can't keep my hand off my dick much longer...!

I reached over for my lube and squeezed a good amount out onto the top of
my cockhead. It juddered a little as the substance hit its sensitive
surface, and I slowly spread it around my plump head and down my shaft,
making everything good and slippery.

On my monitor, the guy who'd been rimming the other dude's ass had just
stood up, and continuing to pull apart his asscheeks, started to ease his
erection into his ass. The camerashot moved in to show a closeup of the
condom-covered dick sliding into the other guy's asshole, and then begin to
move forward and backward as the dude started thrusting.

"Oh yes, bet that feels good" I murmured to myself, and I began slowly
jerking on my dick, slowly, ever so slowly, knowing if I was too quick, I
would cum before the guys onscreen and I didn't want that, I wanted to see
the three of them shoot their creamy loads, then replay their cumshots in
my mind as I shot my own.

In my head as I watched the movie, it was my dick that was pushing in and
out of that firm round ass on the screen, causing the masculine moans of
enjoyment that poured forth from the lips of the guy being fucked. The
third dude in the film had stopped sucking on the dick of the guy getting
his ass fucked, and was standing watching the two of them, like me, his
hand working away on his own dick. He was moaning too, in fact all three of
them were, and I added some moans of my own to the proceedings, the feeling
of my hand on my hard dick driving me insane with pleasure.

My cock glistened with lube and tingled as I stroked it, doing my absolute
best to keep control and not speed up as much as I was longing to do, as
much as my body was telling me to do. The three men onscreen moaned loudly
as the camerashot panned over their faces in turn.

I was suddenly aware of a movement to my side and turned my head to the
right to see Anthony standing in the open doorway of our dormroom, his hand
still on the door handle from having just opened the door, his eyes wide
behind his glasses, and his mouth open, a look of shock and embarrassment
on his face.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!!!!!

I felt myself freeze with shock, my fist still clasped around the center of
my boner, my eyes widening and my heart suddenly feeling as if it had leapt
into my throat. I felt physically sick.

Fuck! Fuck! He's...He's...Ohmygod! He's caught me...He's caught me
doing...He's caught me *watching*...Oh FUCK!

I was suddenly aware of the loud male grunting and moaning coming from my
speakers as onscreen the three guys continued fucking and jacking.

Fuck! He's going to see...He can hear...Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!

I fumbled for my mouse, my hand shaking a little, and tried to move it to
stop the movie playing, mute the sound, close the fucking browser window,
anything to make the noises stop and try and prevent Anthony from realizing
exactly what I was watching, but my hand, still covered in lube, kept
sliding off the side of the mouse.

"Um, um, sorry Brad, I um...Class was cancelled, so I um...I'll see you
later", Anthony stammered awkwardly, before turning and exiting the room,
closing and locking the door behind him.

Too late, I finally managed to shut off the movie, and sat there naked on
my desk chair, shivering a little, my breathing quick and shallow, feeling
like I might barf at any second. My erection, so hard and solid just
moments before, had shrivelled and died from my shock and embarrassment. I
reached out for a Kleenex to wipe the lube off of my hand, and noticed my
hand was trembling. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. That
helped a little, but I could still feel my heart pounding unnaturally hard
and fast.

Anthony had walked in on me masturbating to a gay porn movie. There was no
denying it, no hiding from it. He had certainly seen what I was doing, and
must have known what I was watching. And now...now he knew that I...that
I...that what turned me on was...

Oh fuck!

Oh *why* did this have to happen?!

I reached down for where my jeans and briefs hung around my ankles and
pulled them back up my legs, fastening my belt back up. I stood up, picked
my shirt up off of the floor and pulled it over my head.

What was I going to do?!

I paced the floor between the two beds, fighting to swallow down the panic
that threatened to engulf me.

What the *fuck* was I going to do?! Anthony had seen...Anthony had
heard...Anthony had seen...Anthony had...Anthony had...Oh *why* did this
have to happen?!

Anthony had seen what I was watching...he must have seen...he must
know...know that...he knows...he knows...he knows that I'm...that
I'm...He's not going to want to know me now. He won't want to know
me...won't want to...Oh *why* did this have to happen?!

And we'd been getting along so well too. What was going to happen now?
Would he react like Andy had done? Was he even now speaking to the other
guys on the corridor? Laughing with them about how he'd walked in on me?
Telling them how his roommate was a queer, that I got off to gay porn?
Making arrangements to switch rooms?

He'll want to switch rooms...He will...He will...And then I'll be alone
again...Alone...Nobody will want me as a friend when they know I'm...When
he tells them I'm...They're all going to find out I'm...Oh fuck, oh fuck,
oh why? WHY?!

A horrific animalistic wailing scream filled the room. A sound of
desperation, of despair, of frustration, of anger, of loss. With a shock, I
realised it was coming from my own mouth. The tears started coming hard and
fast, pouring down my cheeks and I threw myself onto my bed, facedown, and
pummelled my fists into the bedcovers, like a kid having a tantrum.

Only I wasn't a kid any more. I was 19 years old for fuck's sake. Old
enough to have a sex-life. Old enough to do what I wanted with who I
wanted. Old enough to watch whatever the fuck I wanted to help get myself
off. Anthony would understand that...wouldn't he? I bet he watches porn
when he jerks it. What's the difference between him watching porn and me
watching porn, except mine doesn't have girls in it?

Except I didn't want him to know that. Wasn't *ready* for him to know
that. For him to know that I'm...that I'm...

Oh man up Brad you pussy. There's nothing you can do about it now. If he
knows, he knows. Period.

I slowly sat up, still sobbing a little, and sat on my bed with my back
leaning against the wall. This whole day sucked. First Andy had rejected my
friendship again, then Anthony had walked in on me masturbating, and
discovered my secret. Next I would be probably losing his friendship
too. Just like happened with Andy when he found out. Yes this day sucked
alright. The worst day of my life, the...

No, actually, I had already had the worst day of my life. This was nothing
in comparison to the Hell I'd been through that day. I pulled my socks off
to uncover the tattoo on my foot, and stared at it, the black numbers
standing out against my pale white skin. 10-29-07. October 29 2007. Yes,
this day paled to insignificance against the events that had taken place
that day.

I screwed my socks up into a ball and threw them onto the floor, then
reached across into the drawer of my bedside table to bring out my journal
and a pen. I turned to a blank page at the front of the book and, like my
therapist had told me, started writing what I was feeling, letting my
emotions run out of my system and onto the page in word form, relieving
some of the tension in my brain, getting things into perspective.

I read back over the sentences I'd written, describing how upset I'd felt
when I'd received that hurtful message from Andy over Facebook, and felt
tears welling up in my eyes again. I blinked them away and began writing
about what had happened with Anthony. About how I wasn't ready yet for him
to know my secret. About how scared I was of losing him as a friend.

As if thinking of and writing about him had made him appear, Anthony was
suddenly there, pushing the door of the dorm room open slowly, gently,
fearfully, as if unsure of what he would find happening inside. He closed
the door behind him and stood hovering just inside the threshold of our
room.

"Um Brad, could I have a word with you for a minute?" he asked hesitantly.

This is it. He's going to tell me he wants to switch rooms. He's going to
tell me he wants nothing more to do with me. He's going to... Oh *why* did
he have to walk in at that precise moment he walked in at?! Why did he come
back from class early?! He should have been at class! It was his fault! His
fault!

"Why did you come back early? You should have been at class!" To my
surprise I could hear myself yelling at him, hurt and anger filling my
voice. "I checked your timetable you've got pinned to your wall and
everything! I...I..." I felt my voice beginning to quiver and a tightness
in my throat, and found I couldn't complete my sentence.

Anthony crossed the room and sat on the edge of my bed. He stretched his
arm out to me and gently rested his hand on my shoulder. I flinched at his
touch, half-expecting his hand to grip my tightly, pin me back against the
wall I was leaning against and for him to punch me in the face, punishing
me, letting me know how much he despised me for not telling him sooner and
for letting him strip off in front of me so I could enjoy the view, showing
me how much he hated me now he knew I was...

But no, he put the hand I'd just shaken off in fright back on my shoulder,
and squeezed ever so slightly, an almost comforting gesture.

"Mate, don't worry about it. I'm not going to tell anyone about walking in
on you. Hey apart from anything else, it's hardly going to be a
hard-hitting headline is it? `Horny nineteen year old has a wank!' I think
it would be more unusual to see a headline `We can exclusively confirm the
Pope is Catholic!' Seriously, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed
about, though you probably feel like you want to change your name by
deedpoll and switch to a different university so nobody can ever name and
shame you."

"It's easy for you to laugh and joke about it," I mumbled, not looking him
in the eye, "you weren't the one that got caught."

And not just caught, but caught watching porn. Not just any old porn, but
hardcore gay porn. Funny how Anthony wasn't mentioning that though.

"True," he said. "And probably if I had, I'd be feeling just as bad as
you. But I hope we can be mature about it. I mean we're both adults, we're
not sniggering fourteen year olds. I bet it happens all the time. In fact,
I bet if you asked everyone on this floor, pretty much everyone will have
walked in on their roommate wanking or been walked in on by their roommate
while they were wanking"

"You're not going to ask everyone are you?!" I asked, suddenly fearful that
he would walk down the dorm floor conducting a survey and would mention to
everyone what he'd found me watching.

"No, silly. I was just saying, probably this happens to a lot of people,
and it's one of the perils of sharing a room with somebody. Especially at
our age, you know? Horny, red-blooded single males. And you thought I'd be
at lectures for another two hours, it wasn't your fault it got cancelled
and I came back early. I..I..."

He stuttered, sounding a little embarrassed. I glanced up at him and saw he
was blushing slightly.

Fuck he looks cute when he blushes like that! ...No! No! We're trying to
have an adult conversation here - control your hormones Brad!

"I do the same thing when I know you're going to be out at classes all
afternoon," he finally wound up saying.

"Do you? Do you really?!"

"Hell yes, of course," he said. "Mate, I know I don't talk about sex and
stuff much, I get all embarrassed and awkward about talking about it. I
mean, fuck, look at my face now, bright red, I would probably glow in the
dark!"

I couldn't help but laugh at him. It was true too, his face was getting
redder and redder as he talked, and his eyes were darting about behind his
glasses, avoiding all eye contact with me.

"But yes," he continued. "I get horny, really fucking horny, all the
time. Fuck I spend probably half the day with a hardon sometimes. We all
do, it's just a part of being a guy! And not a bad part either when you
think how good it feels to get rid of it!"

Well that much was true!

Hearing him talk about how horny he gets, and having a boner was causing an
effect inside my briefs. Despite the situation and how I was still not
completely convinced he wasn't suddenly going to turn on me for liking guys
rather than girls, I was finding I was starting to get turned on!

Strange how he hasn't mentioned at all about the nature of the film I was
watching while I was jerking it though. Could it be...Could it actually be
that he'd missed noticing that?! That he was so embarrassed at what he'd
walked in on that his other senses had blocked out the sounds coming from
my speakers and the images on my monitor?! Could he have even seen my
monitor from where he'd been standing in the doorway?! Had I been getting
myself stressed out over nothing again?!

Anthony was talking now about how it was totally normal to jerk-off and
that he did it too, and so too did every man on the planet, going to great
lengths to relax me and reassure me that he wasn't weirded out by it
all. Surely if he had seen the film I'd been watching or figured out the
truth about me, he'd have mentioned it by now, even if it was just to say
he was cool with it and it wasn't a problem.

Looks like he didn't notice after all. Which must mean he doesn't
know. WHICH MEANS HE DOESN'T KNOW!!!

He doesn't know! He doesn't know! He doesn't know! The thought sang through
my head like a glorious song, and I suddenly felt like standing up and
doing a little dance (oh, but that would totally give things away!)

I was struggling to contain the elation that was suddenly engulfing me, but
forced myself to tune back in to whatever it was that Anthony was saying.

"We both know we each wank," he was saying. "I've heard you at night when
you've thought I'm asleep. You've probably heard me at night too. Neither
of us has said anything because we don't want to embarrass each other,
neither of us has taken the piss, we've just left each other to get on with
it. That's how it should be! We're both old enough and mature enough to be
able to ignore suspicious rustling noises coming from our roommate's bed
when the lights are off."

Yes, I'd definitely heard suspicious rustling noises coming from Anthony's
bed on a few occasions. Delicious moaning noises too. Man I'm feeling horny
now!

I looked over at Anthony as he sat on the edge of my bed.  My outstretched
legs and bare feet were so close to his jeans-covered thighs. If I moved a
little to my left, my heels could be resting on the tops of his legs, my
feet oh so close to where his dick must be lying behind the zipper of his
flies. Fuck I couldn't believe I was thinking things like this so soon
after being so worried that he might have discovered about me. Guess
sometimes the hormones just take over!

Anthony's cheeks were still flushed bright red and his hair was sticking up
a bit at the back of his head. His eyes were cast down and he looked as
though he was building up the courage to say something that he was
embarrassed about saying. He gulped and pushed his glasses further up his
nose with his index finger.

"So um what I'm proposing is that we have a rule for the room that if we
feel like a wank we can have one, and neither of us is allowed to feel
embarrassed or intimidated about it," he finally said quietly. "We just let
each other get on with it and act like it's a totally natural thing, as if
we were listening to our iPods or doing a maths assignment. Um what do you
say?"

Whoa! I was *not* expecting that! That would make things so much easier
rather than me having to wait until he was asleep before being able to get
it out and jerk it. Although as it turns out, he hadn't always been
asleep. But wait, did I mishear him? Did he really mean what he'd said?

"You mean you could be studying," I said cautiously, testing the
waters. "And if I was feeling um..."

"Horny?" he supplied.

"Yeah, horny." I repeated, feeling my hardening dick twitching as I said
the word and hoping Anthony wasn't noticing the movement in my jeans. "I
could just start beating off then and there and you wouldn't mind? You'd
just ignore me?"

"Yep. Or if I woke up with a massive case of morning wood, I won't need to
wait for you to go for your shower before taking care of it, I could just
go for it straight away."

"Hey, you don't always wait these days!" I grinned, remembering a couple
occasions where I'd woken to the sound of him quietly jerking himself off
in his bed, and lain unmoving, facing the wall, pretending to still be
asleep so as he wouldn't stop, my dick rock hard from hearing him sighing
and moaning softly to himself under his bed covers.

Anthony blushed even deeper. I don't think I'd ever seen anyone's face go
so red before.

"You see," he said. "You have kind of caught me too. I honestly thought you
were asleep when I did that."

"Yeah well." I said, blushing a little myself at the memory, and starting
to feel more than a little turned on remembering it. My dick was hard in my
briefs and lying at an uncomfortable angle. I ran my hands through my hair
trying to take my mind off it and pushed my glasses up my nose.

Anthony was looking expectantly at me and I realized he was waiting for me
to give an answer to his suggestion about having the room as an open
jack-off space.

"Okay, it sounds like a sensible rule," I said, trying to hide my
enthusiasm - after all, this rule would mean hopefully I would hear a lot
more of Anthony jerking off. Maybe even *see* him jerking his cock off if
he started doing it outside of his bed now we were going to be more relaxed
about things.

"I would never have plucked up the courage to suggest the rule though," I
said. "I'm so glad you did, it's going to make things so much easier."

"Well, I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't get on with you so well,
and if I didn't feel comfortable around you," he replied.

"And I wouldn't have agreed if *I* didn't feel comfortable around *you*," I
said.

"So that's settled then" he said triumphantly. "This room is a
wank-friendly zone!"

Wow! Wow! Amazing!

I held my hand up for a high-five.

"Mate, I don't think so," Anthony laughed, moving his hand out of my
reach. "I know where that's been not so long ago don't forget!"

I felt my face reddening, then it dawned on me he was joking with me and I
leaned forward and punched him on the top of his arm. He feigned pain,
wincing theatrically and rubbing the top of his arm sliding his hand under
the sleeve of his shirt. Then he turned and stood up, the indentation of
his bodyweight staying visible on my bed covers. I took the opportunity of
him momentarily having his back to me to quickly adjust my boner into a
less uncomfortable position.

Anthony gave me a nervous look for some reason, then walked over and sat
down at his desk, switching on his laptop. My eyes followed him, staring at
the back of his brown-haired head. The `Windows' logo came onscreen as his
laptop started loading up. Then there was a jangling sound followed by a
soft thump and I realized with surprise that Anthony had unlooped his belt
out of his jeans and dropped it onto the floor beside his chair. His hands
were blocked from my view by the rest of his body, but from the angle of
his elbows I could tell they were in his lap. Then there was the
unmistakeable sound of a zipper being pulled down, and my dick gave a
lurch, throbbing harder than ever.

Was he going to... Was he actually preparing to...

"Um Anthony, what are you doing?" I asked him quietly, trying my best to
keep my tone as non-committal as possible, keep the excitement out of my
voice.

He turned and looked at me, twisting the top half of his body round in his
chair, his cheeks still a little pink, as the fanfare sounded on his laptop
to say Windows had finished loading.

"Well, we have just agreed any time we feel like it we can...And mate I
*really* feel like it. I'm gagging! Horny as fuck!"

Ohmygod! He actually *is*! Fuck!  With me here in the room too. And with
the light on! Out of his bed, sitting in his desk chair with a porn film in
front of him by the looks of it! Whoa!

My dick stabbed at the confines of my briefs and jeans as the realization
hit me of what was about to happen right in front of my eyes.

"Are you going to watch porn?" I asked, my curiosity raised. After all, I'd
never really had friends to discuss with what sorts of porn they used to
help get themselves off. And it had been a while since I watched any porn
that didn't involve just guys. I was very interested to see what turned
Anthony on!

"Um, yes," he replied, sounding a little uncertain, or perhaps just
preoccupied, tapping furiously away on his keyboard. Then he must have
found the film he was looking for, as he suddenly stopped his typing and
mouse clicking, and slid his jeans down his thin hairy legs until they lay
around his ankles.

His hands seemed to go back into his lap again, and then from where I was
sitting, I could see his right elbow begin to move slowly and rhythmically.

My dick was so hard now, dying to be released and be allowed to join in the
fun. I remembered that after Anthony had interrupted my own porn-fuelled
jack-off session, I had immediately lost my boner and never got the chance
to finish myself off, and right now from the feeling in my balls, my body
was all too aware of that fact.

I wrestled with my conscience for about a second, before getting up off my
bed to take a better look, not only at what Anthony was watching, but also
at what he was doing! I walked the few paces to his side of the room and
stood at the back of his chair, positioning myself just to the side, out of
his eyeline, but with a perfect view of what was happening in his lap. I
rested one hand on the back of his chair.

"Nice film," I said, for want of something to say. Actually, this was a
total lie. A quick glance at the blond curly hair, inflated tits and
overdone make-up of the woman sitting open-legged and fingering herself on
the screen, forced-sounding squeals of enjoyment coming from her mouth, was
all it took to remind me how little of a turn-on I found the female
figure. No, I wasn't missing much by not looking at Anthony's laptop
screen. I was much more interested in looking downward at what his hand was
doing.

And as I watched what his hand was doing, I felt my own right hand moving
involuntarily to my crotch, to massage my aching balls through my jeans and
stroke the outline of my own rock hard dick.

Man I'm feeling so horny right now!

"Um, do you mind if I um watch with you?" I asked, my voice quivering with
nerves slightly at what he might answer.

"Sure," he said, and my dick jolted with anticipation of what was to come.

"Cool," I said, trying my best to keep the eagerness out of my
voice. "Only, um after you'd um left, I um didn't really get round to
finishing um".  I fumbled with the button on my jeans as I spoke, and then
undid my zipper, letting my jeans fall to the floor. I stepped out of them
and pulled down my briefs, discarding them too on the floor, then walked
over to my own desk to retrieve my lube from out of my drawer. My boner
bobbed up and down as I walked, and I felt as though I was walking on air,
not feeling self-conscious at all, just feeling completely horny and
desperate to stroke my dick and shoot my load. And watch Anthony stroke his
and shoot his too.

I went back to standing behind Anthony as he was sitting in his chair, and,
lubing my cock up, got to work at stroking on it. On Anthony's screen, a
man had joined the woman and was in the process of nailing her
doggy-style. The camera panned in toward the woman's face, her mouth wide
open as she panted theatrically and screamed at how great being fucked by
such a hunk was, her big tits bouncing up and down as she thrust in time
with him. Hmm. Yeah, there was definitely a better sight to see here in the
room! I lowered my eyes to stare at Anthony's hard cock, his hand sliding
the foreskin forward and backward over his dickhead.

I was so turned on at this point. *So turned on*. Not just because I was
watching Anthony jerking off live right in front of my eyes, but because he
didn't know I was concentrating on him and not the film on his laptop
screen. I gave a little moan to myself and sped up my own jacking a little,
the end of my dick inches away from the back of Anthony's head. I couldn't
help thinking if he were to swivel around on his chair, how easy it would
be for him to take my plump throbbing dickhead into his mouth and begin to
suck on it, he would be at the perfect height.

Anthony let out a soft moan of sheer pleasure. I looked down and saw he had
slowed his hand movements and was running his index finger around the rim
of his shiny wet dickhead, his foreskin rolled fully back for the
moment. As I continued to watch, my own right hand sliding automatically up
and down my lube-covered shaft, he took his dick in his fist again, and
rolled his foreskin forward and backward a few times, a big drop of precum
forming at his cockslit. His index finger hovered above where the precum
was leaking, about to scoop it up and smear it over and around the rest of
his head.

"Oh yes, do it!" I murmured, the words escaping from my lips before I could
stop them, so transfixed was I by his hand, by his head, wet and
slippery-looking, by the precum that was dripping out of his slit...  I
moaned to myself, so turned on and caught up in the moment.

Oh fuck, I wish I could jerk him off again, like I did that night...that
wonderful alcohol-fuelled night that he either got so drunk he doesn't
remember or too embarrassed or uncomfortable about to have mentioned again.

I longed to take his big hard boner in my hand, squeeze it tightly, feeling
the warmth of it, the twitching of his pulse running through it, the
smoothness of his foreskin sliding over his wet pink cockhead...

Go on Brad, ask him if you can. I dare you!

"Um...Um... Anthony, um..." My voice sounded high with nerves, and I
swallowed, hardly believing that I was daring to begin to ask this, but I
was feeling so horny it was as if my dick had taken over my body completely
and was controlling my thoughts and my power of speech.

He swivelled his seat around until his back was to the desk and the laptop
sitting on it, the film continuing to play behind him. His hand stayed at
the base of his dick, gently fondling his balls. I forced myself to tear my
eyes away and look at his face instead.

"Could I just...I'm sorry dude, this is probably really creepy, but you
know, yours is the only uncircumcised penis I've ever seen and um I just
wondered if um..."

Oh fuck this is coming out all wrong! It's going to totally weird him out.

A look came into his eyes. I couldn't quite decide what it was. It was
almost a look of triumph or excitement or longing, but as quickly as it had
appeared it had gone again.  Weird.

I decided actions spoke louder than words, and instead of trying to form my
sentence again, I just took my right hand off my dick and tentatively
reached it toward his. As I looked at it, I realized it was shaking a
little, I was so nervous of how he might react. There was look of
realization in his eyes now.

"Do you want to..."

"Just to see what it feels like," I answered. "Again."

"What?" He said, sounding surprised. "What do you mean *again*?!"

"Well..." I began. Then I stopped and looked down at the floor, swallowing
down my nerves, feeling myself blushing a little. "Well, it wouldn't be the
first time I've felt it. That night? You remember?"

There was a pause, a slightly awkward one. I looked at Anthony and tried to
read what he was thinking from the expression on his face, but I couldn't
tell.

"Um yes, I sort of remember," he said finally.

Wait, so he *does* remember it after all!

"I'm a little hazy on the details because of the alcohol," he continued
slowly.

"Yes, well drinking makes you do things you wouldn't usually do, doesn't
it?" I said, wanting to reassure him that just because we'd jerked each
other off didn't mean he was gay, suddenly a little panicky that if he
thought too closely about what we'd done then he wouldn't let me do it
again now, and I really *really* wanted to.

"Mate, that night was just two friends getting a bit drunk and a bit horny
and helping each other relieve that tension because there was no other
action on offer, that's all," he said to me, licking his lips as if he
needed to moisten them, as if his mouth was dry from nerves all of a
sudden. "I'm totally cool with it and you should be too."

"Don't you think what we did was a bit...well, gay?" I asked him, surprised
by his responses, and wanting to make sure he really was cool with it, also
to make sure he wasn't suspicious about my motives, or suspected anything.

"Well," he said slowly, his forehead wrinkling up in thought as if he was
considering carefully how to phrase what he wanted to say. "I suppose you
*could* look at it like that, but I prefer my way of thinking, that we were
just feeling horny and fancied trying something a bit different to our own
usual hand technique!"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said. Then, hardly daring to believe I was
doing it, and wondering where my sudden burst of confidence to do it had
come from, I reached my hand further and grasped his cock. (After all, he
hadn't said "no" to me!) His dick twitched beneath my hand, and I began to
stroke him, sliding his soft foreskin forward and backward over his wet
cockhead, squeezing tightly with my hand, feeling how hard his dick was. He
let out a little strangled moan, and grasped at the sides of his chair with
both hands as I speeded my movements up.

"Oh Fuck! Oh yes!" he cried urgently as I jerked him off, my own dick rock
hard, in fact feeling harder than I could ever remember it feeling before,
my balls beginning to ache, longing for release.

"That's it you stud, I want your cum all over my face!" A female voice
suddenly said loudly. I realized it was the porn movie still playing on
Anthony's laptop. "Don't you worry baby, my heavy load's on its way and
you're going to get every last drop" the male actor replied. "Oh yes, you
stud, I want it now! Oh! Oh! My pussy's dripping at the thought..."

Jeez, that movie sounded terrible! But, I guess Anthony would want to see
the ending, imagine the woman was getting his own load sprayed all over
her, see her with cum dripping down her face. I reluctantly let go of
Anthony's dick, and gestured with my left hand at the screen behind him.

"You'd better turn around, or you're going to miss it!"

My right hand was a little wet and slippery from the precum Anthony had
been leaking while I jerked on his cock. I started jerking my own again,
turned on even more at the thought that some of what was helping my hand
glide up and down so smoothly was Anthony's own body fluids.

Anthony was probably going to try to cum the same time as the pornstar, and
I wanted to bust the same time as he did, that would be so hot! I speeded
up my jerking until I could feel myself starting to get close.

Anthony too was jacking his cock really fast and hard, and I realized he
hadn't swivelled his chair back round to face his laptop, he was still
facing me. The moans and groans from the laptop speakers were building to a
crescendo as the man stood over the woman, jerking himself furiously, and
the woman's hand stroked herself between her legs, her mouth open wide
expecting a heavy load of cum to get deposited on her at any second.

I pointed at the laptop screen again.

"Anthony you're going to miss it!"

He turned round to face the screen and I repositioned myself so I could
still see his hand busily jerking his glorious cock. I was really close
now, couldn't last much longer...

"Mmmm" I moaned, unable to stop the sound of pleasure, the sound of my
impending orgasm from escaping from me.

Anthony didn't seem to mind, in fact he was moaning too, as was the man in
the porn movie. All three of us were moaning together, getting closer and
closer and...

Suddenly, on screen, the man's large purple cockhead suddenly erupted,
spraying forth an enormous amount of cum, landing right on the woman's
face. Then, a second after my mind registered that, Anthony let out a
really loud "FUUUUCK YEEESSS!!!" and I saw cum, thick and white pouring
from his own cock, some of it landing in his pubes, some of it flying up
his stomach and causing a wet stain on the front of his dark blue
shirt. The scent of cum hit my nostrils and tipped me over the edge, and
now I too was gasping in ecstasy, feeling cum shooting out of me. I closed
my eyes, my left hand bracing myself on the back of Anthony's desk chair,
and succumbed to the feeling running through me.

As I felt my dick give out a final spurt, I opened my eyes, and the first
thing I saw was a large globule of white lying on the dark brown strands of
hair on the back of Anthony's head. My eyes widened and I slid my eyes down
from it, to see more of it, and a large wet stain at the neck of his shirt.

Oh fuck! I'd cum on him! In his hair! On his neck!

As my mind registered the fact, Anthony's hand came round and touched his
neck right where the largest amount of cum sat, no doubt also running down
his back, down the back of his shirt. I panicked briefly, then reality
kicked in and I realized he must know, he must have felt the wetness, I
could hardly deny it was me, there wasn't anyone else it could have been,
and I doubted he would believe he could have gotten *himself* on the back
of the neck!

I decided to own up.

"Whoops. Sorry dude, I um seem to have got you a little there" I said,
feeling...well, how did I feel? Actually, I suddenly realized, I didn't
much care! I'd just had an amazing time and cum the hardest I could
remember cumming for...well, since the last time I'd had an
Anthony-assisted orgasm. I could feel myself smiling, and then suddenly
(don't ask me why) I was laughing. Maybe delirium!

"Bastard!" He said, turning in his chair to look at me. "This isn't
`There's Something About Mary' you know! If I wanted to style my hair I'd
have used gel like any normal person!"

I just laughed harder, partly at what he had said, partly at the expression
he was pulling, partly just because of how happy I felt at having the
wonderful feelings running through me.

Then Anthony was laughing too, and we were both laughing together, just as
we had both been jerking off together, and something inside me clicked and
I realized I wanted very much to remember this moment, this intensely happy
and completely satisfying moment, forever.