I couldn’t believe I’d just had a circle jerk with my high school friends Sam and Pete. Or that we were doing it again. Could I entice them into helping each other out?
We were in college now, and I hung out at their place frequently, fully enjoying the freedom we hadn’t had in high school to drink beer, smoke weed .. and as of last week, jerk off in front of each other. I’d thought circle jerks were more legend than reality, but this one had been real. And then I jerked off alone about five more times that night when I got home, remembering how much I enjoyed watching Sam and Pete jerk and spew. You can do that when you’re twenty-one.
I found myself over at their place again the following week. After taking a couple hits of weed, the conversation turned right to sex, a topic that until last week we had mostly avoided. This time, the pants were down and we were stroking ourselves immediately, again checking out each other’s equipment while we did so. Pete said something about how the chicks must love Sam’s extra-thick member. C’mon, Pete, I’m thinking, you know you want to touch it. God knows I do.
I didn’t say that, but I did express agreement. He had an extra-thick, chubby dick, and while only about 5” long, it was thicker than most. I’d been with a couple of women who disliked getting their cervix banged, and knowing how many women crave girth, it occurred to me they might really enjoy Sam’s cylinder.
Pete mentioned the threesome story that Sam had told last week – and which had kicked off our earlier jerk session in the first place – commenting how lucky he was to have experienced one. Now he asked whether I’d ever had one.
I hadn’t, but I related a story that my best friend had told me. He’d been in a threeway with a couple, and he and the guy in the couple had double-penetrated the woman.
As I started telling how the woman had straddled my friend while her boyfriend slipped into her from behind, Pete was totally staring at my throbbing unit, as only someone who’s stoned can stare.
And then it happened. The thing from which there is no turning back.
Pete reached over and wrapped his hand around my erection. It felt amazing, being touched by another man. His grip was warm and firm, yet gentle. I’ve never understood exactly why it feels so much better to have someone else’s hand (male or female) on you rather than your own, but it sure is true. And there was something extra in his touch. I guess since a guy knows what feels good, he instinctively knows how to make things feel good for another guy.
Within a moment, Sam had his right hand on Pete’s now-abandoned pecker, and I reached out to Sam’s remarkable rod. I’d been wanting to get closer to that thick thing so badly, and finally I had it in my hot hand. It was so warm, too! And while it was hard as a rock inside, it was crepey smooth and soft outside.
We each slowly stroked the guy on our right, all three openly moaning – heck, practically swooning – now enjoying considerably greater pleasure than jerking ourselves last week.
It didn’t last too long. As Sam and I started to cum. I held our penises together, incredible sensations washing over me as his wonderful willie washed my own with another massive stream of cum. I started shooting as his jets were subsiding, stroking our doubled dicks with our slippery fluids.
I gave Sam a naughty grin and licked some of our mixed cum off my messy hand.
“How’s it taste?” he asked with raised eyebrows.
“Hot,” I replied. “Well, warm, anyway. It’s good. We’ve all tasted our own, right?” I challenged, not knowing if it was true. But they both nodded their heads.
I turned my attention back to Pete, who had instigated the mutual touching. He had been masturbating again while Sam and I had our frot-fest. Now I turned to him, standing very closely, using my slickened hand to massage his full length with long, slow, greasy strokes. He moaned deeply, his eyes rolling back in his head. Somehow, pleasuring another man’s pecker in this way and watching his reaction returned my own penis to full hardness, despite having just cum.
I started massaging myself again, and Pete exhibited remarkable staying power throughout my caresses of his manhood. I was so enthralled that I actually came before him, my second load of the night.
Sam had been standing next to us, jerking again, through most of this interaction. As Pete broke away, despite having just cum, I responded by grasping Sam’s thickness, pulling our prongs together once again – and driving him towards orgasm. I’d have been happy to keep doing this, but I still wished I could taste his cock in my mouth, a wish that was growing ever more desperate.
Fuck it, I thought, dropping to my knees. I didn’t know if this pushed things beyond their comfort zone, but if they initiated the handjobs, maybe I could take a turn at escalation and initiate blowjobs. I just had to get a cock in my mouth, and knelt in front of Sam.
Uh-oh. Both men expressed shock at this development. “Dude!” exclaimed Pete. “Are you going to suck him?”
“Sorry, is that okay?” I asked, fearing I’d gone too far.
“Fuck, yeah!” wheezed Sam.
“I’ve got no problem with it,” echoed Pete, wide-eyed, licking his lips.
Although I might have liked to examine Sam’s lovely organ and taken some time to explore it, I knew he was about to squirt, so I opened my mouth and took the whole pole in. Moving my wetted lips up and down the shaft, I managed to coax another streaming orgasm out of him, but this time into my mouth. Where it fucking belonged.
All three of us spent (to different degrees) for the moment, we collapsed on the floor. Maybe it was the weed, but Pete started giggling, then all three of us were literally rolling on the floor laughing, our sticky dicks flopping around as we did so.
