It started with a circle jerk with some old high school buddies.
Sam, Pete and Mark were attending a big university near my college, where they had rented a three-bedroom apartment.
For some reason, we hadn’t hung out for the longest time, but in our third year, I started spending time at their place. It was fun getting back in touch with them, because unlike in high school, we could shoot the shit while drinking beer or passing around a joint. Actually, one of the first times I went over there, I did both, and ended up spinning myself to sleep on their couch. After that, I made sure not to have both beer and weed the same night, lest I wake up on their couch in a puddle of bodily fluids, naked and with something lurid written on me in permanent marker.
Mark got a girlfriend partway through the school year, subsequently spending most of his time at her place. Fiona was an older graduate student from Ireland. By “older,” I mean that she was in her late 20s, which at the time appeared positively geriatric to us. She seemed nice enough when I met her, but she rarely spoke to or made eye contact with anyone but Mark. I guess she was really shy and, prior to meeting him, lost and lonely in the huge institution they attended.
One spring night, we passed a really good bowl of weed between ourselves as Sam and Pete sat on the couch and I sat in the easy chair next to it. Somebody brought up threesomes, and Sam claimed to have had one once. The scenario he spun of poking two women at once got all three of us rubbing our hardons through our pants. Sam got more and more detailed, soon getting into some juicy labia-licking action between the girls in his alleged threesome.
And then … Whoa! Pete pulled down his pants, whipping out his willie. Sam, who was clearly getting excited sharing his story, followed suit.
When in Rome … I thought, and soon we found ourselves standing in a circle, jerking ourselves. Like everyone, I had heard of circle jerks, but I’d always figured it was ninety-five percent urban legend. I thought that even in the rare event they actually happened, it was teenagers. Yet here I was, circle jerking with two other grown men.
Maybe it was the weed, but my excitement was not only from the threesome story, but due to the scene of jacking off with my buddies. I couldn’t help looking at their hardware, and was surprised to find them openly doing the same. Pete’s pecker had seemed enormous when he first pulled down his pants and exposed it, but once it got in closer proximity to my own, I could see that they were about the same size. I guess they look bigger from the front than when looking down at our own, and I had just felt the same rush of excitement that women must feel when they see a guy’s engorged unit for the first time. Sam’s wiener, while not very long, was surprisingly thick. Not beer-can thick, but proportionally not much different. I was fascinated, and staring openly. At least in the moment, no one seemed offended by my gawking.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what it might be like to get one of those cocks in my mouth, especially Sam’s chub. I’d never done anything with a guy, though like (I suspect) most men, I have at least occasional thoughts about getting up close with another man’s equipment. I’d even accepted the idea that I might be at least a little bit Bisexual, and would have expected to have a hard time resisting going for the other guys’ cocks if I ever found myself in this scenario. Indeed, I was very much thinking of slurping Sam’s schlong, perhaps licking my lips at the thought. But I didn’t sense things were going in a mutual direction tonight, so I kept my mouth closed, as it were.
As Sam wrapped up his story, Pete groaned and ejaculated, a drop or two landing on my leg. It was amazing to witness for the first time the power of a man spurting in front of me, his eyes rolling back and his entire body convulsing lightly as it focused its pent-up energy through its urethra and into the outside world. I desperately wanted to taste Pete’s seed, but even without doing that, I found it spectacular to watch. I was going to jerk myself crazy again tonight after getting home.
Now it was just me and Sam – facing each other, and also standing a little closer. Would we spew our loads at each other? Onto each other?
Although I didn’t dare try it, what I wanted to do – barring sucking him – was to at least wrap my hand around Sam’s thick stick and be the one to bring him to orgasm. I wanted to feel our cocks rubbing together, then rub our slippery goo all over both of them. I could imagine us both shuddering at the slick sensation.
I must have leaned in a little closer in these thoughts, because our cockheads did indeed graze each other a couple of times, sending a charge running through my body. That put me over the top, and soon I was blasting cumstrings onto Sam, most of it landing on his belly and pubes.
That seemed to do it for him, and soon I was delighted to watch Sam’s thick cylinder erupt an almost steady stream of cream onto me. Oh, how I wanted to scoop it up and slurp it down!
Pete was standing next to us, grinning. “That was the hottest thing I have ever done. But, of course, I haven’t had a threesome like Sam here.”
Didn’t you, Pete? I thought. I felt like I just had a fucking threesome.
Then we cleaned ourselves – sadly, not each other – up and got dressed again. I made a point to stealthily taste Sam’s cum on the tissue I cleaned up with, and I savored the flavor in my mouth. Oh damn, how I would love to have him pump it into my mouth directly! I would swallow every fucking drop.
I hoped that this wasn’t just a one-off, and that we might have another circle jerk someday, even if it didn’t escalate from there. That would make me a member of a bate club that would actually have me! There was something straight-bro-bonding-like about the evening’s cumfest, though, so I wasn’t sure these guys would be interested in a fellow man’s touch, let alone mouth.
Nevertheless, I clung to that hope.
