As most guys grow up, at some point, we discover two things: girls and masturbation.  I discovered the second on my own, and the first when my best friend Travis showed me a soft porn erotic DVD for the first time.  Combining the two…and starting college... well, that’s where the fun really begins, right?

I had been jerking off nightly for quite some time.  I had a basic idea of what I was doing, because it felt amazing.  However, up to this point, I had only a rough idea why.  My best friend Travis and I chatted and joked about jerking off and girls up to that point.  I had a basic understanding of sex.  Boy, girl, insert, thrust, and repeat.  I had seen stuff on TV and movies that caused my imagination to send those crazy signals to my pants, but up to this point, I hadn’t really discovered the fun yet.

Travis and I watched the DVD at the same time.  My lord, the scenes that we watched and the horniness that they elicited.  While the scenes didn’t show actual penetration, it also didn’t leave much to the imagination.  I mean this was the stuff that was slightly more risqué than shown on HBO.  The actors were covered by a sheet or appeared nude, but through clever camera angles nothing was seen.  They moved like they were actually fucking or it looked like a blowjob but only seeing the top of her head while her hair covered up what was going on but for all intents and purposes they could have been Ken and Barbie dolls with no actual penis or vagina.  Still I swear I must have jerked off at least six times that night afterwards.  Now was about the same time we both started jerking off within proximity of each other. One of us would hit the point that we would need a release and head to the bedroom while the other stayed in the living room.

I should put this into a better frame of reference.  Travis lived a couple of miles away, and on the far side of the property, his parents had a small trailer that he used for his quiet place away from the house.  Travis had this small travel trailer with electricity, water, a small cook stove, and a bedroom with adjoining bathroom. While furnishings were spartan, it had an old couch, a TV, and a small twin bed.  When I stayed over, we’d eat while playing games on the PlayStation or watching movies. To me, this was mecca! 

Now with this DVD, one of us would be on the couch while the other disappeared to the small bedroom.  As the DVD played on to different scenes, we’d take turns with the bedroom when one of us reached the point of needing a release.  One of us would go masturbate while the other was left on the couch.  Travis, being the owner of the place, would usually go to the bedroom first.  However, at times, he wouldn’t be ready, or he’d have already jerked off before I arrived, and I could quickly lay claim to that bit of privacy.

This arrangement typically left one of us on the couch to suffer the embarrassment of the other walking back in while the one on the couch was trying jerk off.  Looking back, this most definitely helped me get over being easily embarrassed.  Eventually, the person on the couch would hurry to finish before the other came back into the room to see them other jerking off.  If the one returning from the bedroom arrived too soon, it typically caused the other person to stop from embarrassment.

This all changed when Travis somehow acquired an actual hard core porn DVD.  Our minds were completely blown at this point.  We sat mesmerized by what the people on the screen were doing.  Things that we whispered about in locker room talk with other friends, read about in magazines, or hinted of on our previous DVD. Before this, my only real thought of sex was missionary. I had no frame of reference for what anything else would look like.  Unlike what popular media would have you believe, most kids in high school didn’t get laid.  That’s supposed to change at college.  Now we were watching all these new positions and techniques!  I had this mental image of what a blowjob was, but now I was seeing it happen before my eyes.  The intense looks on the faces, how bodies reacted, and how a woman would massage a guy with her hand, mouth, and tongue.  It was amazing!

This also created a dilemma.  We both wanted to jerk off.  We both wanted to jerk off while watching these scenes unfold.  We wanted to cum at the same time as the male actor.  At first, a silent agreement, we’d each be on our side of the couch, slowly stroking ourselves through our shorts.  This was fraught with awkwardness as each of us tried to, but then would steal a glance at the other to quickly look away in embarrassment.

“I’m so hard,” Travis commented as we watched.

“Me too,” I replied.

He slipped his hand through the waistband of his shorts and started stroking himself.

 “Hey, what are you going to do if you nut?  It's going to be all over your shorts.”  I asked.

“Don’t care,” Travis responded.  “My balls are starting to hurt from not cumming.”

Ah, I thought to myself.  This is exactly what I was feeling.  We’d later discover this was called the infamous blue balls effect.

“I don’t want it all over my shorts.  I don’t have any other clothes to sleep in.”

“Too bad for you.  I can throw my clothes back on and run down to my house and sneak out more shorts for me,” Travis laughed.

“Asshole,” I shot back.  “Well, I’ve got the do something.  I can’t sleep with my balls hurting like this!”  At this point, I was also jerking under my shorts. 

“Just take off your shorts, but if you get your jizz everywhere, I swear you aren’t coming over to jerk off again,” Travis warned me.

Not wanting to sit there naked, I fumed.  With no other option, I watched the DVD while Travis jerked inside his boxers.  Eventually, in time with the scene, he began to grunt.

“Fuuuuugggghhh,” he uttered as his body spasmed.  This is the first time I can recall watching another person have an orgasm in person.  I could see the wetness on the front of his boxers as he stood up and went to the small bedroom.  A few minutes later, he reappeared fully dressed and darted out the door to sneak into the main house to get something else to sleep in. 

When he returned a few minutes later, he smiled and laughed. 

“Way better than jizzing into some sock or towel,” he exclaimed.

I sat there fuming and jealous.  I wanted to be able to jerk off to the movie like that!  Eventually, he was tired and went to lie on the bed.  I had the couch as usual.  I lay there after we cut the lights, unable to sleep as I thought about the events of the evening.

I was already so hard I felt like the slightest touch would cause me to cum.  Stupid me forgot to bring something, anything at all that I could use to clean up with.   As I lay on the couch, my thoughts drifted from what I could use to clean up with to a blonde giving a guy a blowjob.  She didn’t need to clean up anything because he came in her mouth and she showed it to the camera before swallowing it.  A girl swallowing my load would solve my immediate problem.  Too bad I didn’t even have a girlfriend up to this point.

My eyes slowly opened with a thought…  What if I could just swallow my load?  No, that wouldn’t work. A few times, I caught myself by surprise, shooting jizz over my towel and nearly hitting myself in the face.  I couldn’t always be sure of where it would land.

Wait!  Wait a damn minute.  I’ve nearly shot it into my own face before!  I sat up and looked down at my throbbing cock.  My balls ached from needing to release.  I sat up and put my legs down in front of me as if someone would normally sit on a couch. I was young, athletic, and in shape.  The real question was how flexible am I?  

I leaned forward, nothing crazy; just a simple test to see what I could do.  As I leaned down, in the darkness, my dick inched closer to my face.  As I moved my face closer, my mind began to reel with possibilities.  Am I going to come up just short?  What if I do make it?  How far can I finally get? Is this going to be gay? 

I wasn’t sure in the dark how close I was, so I stuck out my tongue… and was met with the warm flesh of the tip of my penis.  My tongue slid along the top of it and then swirled around to the bottom and up to the slit on the end.  I had two immediate thoughts.  First was I made it. The second was the wet, salty taste. Before I could ponder either thought I leaned in further and my lips slipped around the head, engulfing it into my mouth.

My lips moved about another inch down the shaft before I felt I couldn’t lean any further.  I kept my lips around my hard dick and slowly slid back off it until it was nearly out of my mouth, and then started back down again.  I kept up a slow rhythm until I felt that familiar sensation in my balls that told me I was close.  In seconds, my mouth was flooded with my own jizz.  My balls contracted and pulse after pulse exploded against the back of my mouth.  I felt it slowly sliding down my throat as I swallowed every drop.

Holy fuck, what just happened?  I lay back on the couch and stared into the black of the room.  That. Was. Amazing!  I could still taste it in my mouth.  I could still feel every sensation of my lips sliding up and down on my cock.  That’s when it slowly started to dawn on me that while I expected to feel the sensation of getting a blowjob, what I remember feeling was giving one. 

What did that say about me?  I just felt like I gave a bj, not received one!  And I swallowed a load of jizz.  Even if it was mine, I still swallowed it without any hesitation.  I couldn’t tell anyone about this.  With my balls feeling great, my dick happy, it was time to get some sleep and think about this in the morning.