Discovery

My sister April came down the stairs to the lower level of our tri-level home.  She walked across the room, standing at the end of the couch.  I looked up from my video game and said, “What’s up, April?”

“Nothing, Matt.  I wanted to let you know I’m headed over to Gwen’s house.  Mom is at Uncle Greg and Aunt Linda’s house and probably won’t be home until tomorrow night.  Uncle Greg is having a party, and you know Mom won’t drive after she’s had a few drinks,” April said.

“Have a good time,” I told my eighteen-year-old sister.  “Chris is coming over to play video games later.”

“Have fun, nerd.  I’ll see you later.  I’ll probably spend the night at Gwen’s,” April said as she walked away.

My sister and I lived with our mom in the house she and Dad built after they were married.  My father lost his battle with cancer five years ago.  Fortunately, his life insurance and investments allowed Mom to remain in the house, pay off all the bills, and have a sizable sum left over.

The year my dad passed away, I acted out and failed a grade.  From then on, my sister April and I were in the same class.  I wised up, buckled down, and brought my scores up.  I became what the kids called a nerd because I spent all my time studying, working on my computer, and playing video games.  To say I was a social outcast, was an understatement.

During my senior year, I met Chris.  He and his family moved into our middle-class neighborhood in time for him to finish his last term at my school.  As we got to know one another, we discovered we shared an equal passion for video games.  Whenever we could, Chris and I would get together at one of our houses to play our games.

It was June, two weeks after April, Chris, Gwen, and I graduated.  Gwen was Chris’s stepsister and had become good friends with my sister.  The girls had different interests and didn’t hang around with Chris and me very often.  Where Chris and I preferred to play video games and fool around on our computers, our sisters ran with the in-crowd.  The girls played volleyball and were involved in the social clubs at school.

All four of us planned to go to the community college and live at home for at least two years.  Because of our grades, any of us could get accepted to a university.  We decided it would be less expensive to attend the local college and take classes we could transfer later.

I was checking out a new game on my system when I heard a knock at my window.  Looking up, I saw Chris standing outside.  When I went to the window, Chirs held up a paper bag.

“Open the window,” Chris said.

I slid the screen over so Chris could hand me the paper bag.  He chuckled when I looked inside and saw the case of beer.

“Let me in,” Chris said.

I pushed the screen closed and headed up to the backdoor.  When I opened the door, Chris stepped into the house.  He handed me a pizza, telling me he brought food.

“Where did you score the beer?” I said.

“Max from work bought it for me.  You owe me eight bucks for half the beer and pizza,” Chris said.

Chris and I worked at a lumber yard.  Max was an older man who worked in the warehouse with us.  He would buy for us if we wanted him to.

I checked to make sure my mother had left before we went down to my room.  Chris carried the pizza and his backpack. I put the beer in our second refrigerator.

The lower level of our house was a recreation room.  My bedroom, a bathroom, the utility room, and the laundry took up the remainder of the space.  The middle level of the house contained the living room, a kitchen, and a den.  My mom and sister’s bedrooms were on the upper level, giving me all the privacy I wanted.

In the recreation room, we had a couch, an easy chair, and flat-screen television.  I had connected my game console to the television and surround sound system.  It made a great gaming setup.

Once Chris had settled onto the couch, I ran upstairs for paper-plates and napkins.  Chris went to the refrigerator and brought us beers.

“I got the new game,” I said between bites of pizza.

“Cool, I can’t wait to whip your ass,” Chris said.

“What makes you think you’re going to beat me?  You know I’m a better player than you are,” I shot back.

Laughing, Chris said, “Maybe I’ll win after you have a few of these in you.”  Chris held up his can of beer.

My friend and I kibbitzed as we ate half of the large pizza and sucked down a couple of beers.  Once we’d eaten our fill, I put the leftover food away.

Sitting on the couch with Chris, I fired up my game console.  The game was new to both of us, so we spent the next hour learning how to play it.  When we played a real game, I won.

“You’re a dick, Matt,” Chris said.

“You didn’t do too bad.  We’re just learning,” I replied.

For the next two and a half hours, we played the video game and sipped cold beer.  A gentle breeze came in the open window, making it comfortable in the room.  The weather was warm during the day, cooling down at night.  It wasn’t warm enough to run the air conditioning, so we kept the windows open.  The lower level of the house sat halfway underground.  The upper five-feet were above grade, allowing large windows.

We decided to take a break.  Chris reached into his backpack and produced a baggie of pot.

“Want to burn one?” Chris asked.

“Sure, but we have to go outside,” I replied.

Chris rolled a couple of joints.  We went to the backyard, sitting on the picnic table while passing a hand-rolled joint back and forth.  We talked about our jobs, both of us agreeing we were lucky to have them.  The lumber yard catered to the construction industry and wasn’t open on the weekends.

After smoking the second joint, we headed back inside.  “I see your plan, Chris.  You’re going to get me fucked up so you can win.”

“I don’t think so, Matt.  I’m just as buzzed as you are,” Chris said.

Chris and I opened beers, sat on the couch, and started playing again.  Neither of us did very well in our state.  We laughed a lot but didn’t score well.  After another hour, we decided to take another break.

“I guess we shouldn’t drink and smoke if we want to play,” I said.

“Not if we’re going to try doing well.  Getting high and playing is okay once in a while,” Chirs said.

Chris got up, went to his backpack, and returned with a DVD case.  He removed the game from the console, put the DVD in, and sat next to me.  I noticed he was closer than before.

“We can check this out while we take a break,” Chris said.

Picking up the controller, he pressed the play button.  The screen lit up, displaying an FBI statement.  A moment later, I realized we were watching a porn video.

I wasn’t ignorant of porn.  I had visited many sites on the internet, using what I found as a stimulus for my private masturbation sessions.  It was the first time I’d ever watched with someone else.  I felt a bit uncomfortable as I watched the action unfold.  It was typical porn, with a man and woman coming together and playing with each other.

“I have a few of these videos,” Chris said as he watched.  I just nodded.  “You’ve seen porn before, haven’t you?”

“I’ve watched it on the net, but I’ve never seen a full DVD,” I replied.

“This one is pretty hot.  Wait until they get going,” Chris said.

The woman in the video pulled the man’s cock out and began stroking him.  I watched the action, feeling my cock swelling in my shorts.  The man removed the woman’s shirt and bra, exposing her breasts.

“She has a nice pair of tits, doesn’t she?” Chris said.

“No, shit!  They look fake, though,” I said.

“They probably are fake, but who cares.  Tits are tits,” Chris said.

Chris paused the video, rolled a joint, and asked if I want to join him.  I nodded and got up.  He grabbed a couple of beers, and we went outside.

Sitting on the picnic table, Chris lit the joint.  He took a hit and passed it to me. We passed it back and forth, filling our lungs with the harsh smoke.

“How far have you gone with a girl?” Chris asked.

I chuckled and said, “I’ve never dated a girl.  How about you?”

“I’ve gone out with a few girls,” Chris said.

“Maybe I’ll meet a chick one of these days,” I said.

“We should hit the city pool this summer.  I’ll bet we can score there.  My sister says a lot of chicks hang around at the pool,” Chris said.

“Sounds like a plan to me, Chris,” I said.

We finished the joint and headed back inside.  Chris went to get cold beers, while I sat on the couch waiting for him.  When he sat down, I noticed he was closer than before.  He restarted the video, sat back, and began watching.

As we watched the video, Chris began making comments about the action on the screen.  He talked about how hot the girl’s ass was, how sexy she looked as she sucked the man’s cock, and how her tits shook.

Feeling movement, I glanced at Chris.  He had his hand between his legs, rubbing his cock.  When he saw me, Chris smiled.

“I can’t help it, Matt.  Watching this gets me going.”  Chris looked at my crotch and chuckled.  “Looks like you’re enjoying it too.”

Having my friend know I was getting hard unsettled me, but there wasn’t much I could do about it.  My cock was throbbing as I watched the couple on the screen.  Unable to control myself, I ran the palm of my hand over my bulge.

While trying to pay attention to the movie, I couldn’t help glancing at Chris.  He shifted his cock, so it stood up and continued rubbing it.

The woman on the screen knelt while the man fucked her from behind.  Her moaning and gasps caused me to become even more excited.

“This movie is fucking hot,” Chris said.  “It’s turning me on so much I’m going to lose it.”

“I can’t believe how she can take his cock up her ass,” I said.

“Awe, fuck it,” I heard Chris say.

Turning my head, I watched my friend lower his zipper.  He wiggled on the couch, pushing his shorts and underwear down his legs.  I gasped as I watched him wrap his hand around his cock and stroke the length.  Chris smiled at me as he kicked his shorts and underwear off his feet.  I was a bit surprised to see his cock and balls were hairless, and the pubic hair above his cock was trimmed short.

“Go ahead and get your cock out.  I can see its as hard as mine,” Chris said.

I shook my head but continued rubbing myself through my clothes.  “I’m good,” I said.

“Haven’t you ever jacked off with your friends?” Chris said.

“No, never.  Have you done it before?” I replied.

“Sure.  Before we moved here, a few friends and I used to jack off in front of each other.  It’s no biggy, just a few guys getting off,” Chris said.

As Chris sat stroking his cock, I couldn’t help mentally comparing his to mine.  His cock looked like it was almost as big as my dick.  I shook my head, realizing what I was thinking.  I returned my attention to the video and increased the pressure of my hand on my cock.

It wasn’t long before it felt uncomfortable rubbing myself through my shorts.  I decided to unzip my shorts and put my hand inside.  I didn’t want Chris to think I was lame.  When I reached into my pants, I let out a soft moan.  The feeling my hand on my bare cock felt much better.

I glanced toward Chris, noticing he was smiling at me.  At that point, I was overly excited by the movie and what my friend was doing. As I played with my cock, I worked my shorts lower on my legs.  A moment later, my shorts and underwear were past my balls, exposing me to another person for the first time.

Curling my fingers around my shaft, I stroked up and down.  The feelings running through me were foreign, but not unwelcome.  I couldn’t remember feeling as excited as I was at the moment.

“That’s not too bad, is it?” Chris said.  I felt myself grinning as I shook my head.  “You’ve got a nice cock.  How big is it?  It looks like its about eight inches.”

I knew my cock was just over eight inches when it was fully hard.  For some reason, my embarrassment faded as I continued jacking off.  “Yeah, it’s about eight.”

“Mine is almost seven inches,” Chris said as he waggled his shaft.  He watched my hand moving up and down.  “Do you know what a circle jerk is?”

I’d heard the phrase, but never knew what it meant.  I looked at Chris and shook my head.

The movie ended with the man spraying his semen on the woman’s face.  Chris stopped the video as the credits scrolled on the screen.  He changed the DVD, got up, and asked if I wanted another beer.  When I nodded, he headed for the refrigerator.

I was still holding my dick when Chris came back and handed me a beer.  I took the can, put it to my mouth, and chugged about a third of it.  When Chris sat down, he was mear inches from my leg.  While he was getting the beers, I had removed my shorts and boxer-briefs.

Chris started the next video.  We sat watching as the movie began, showing two couples this time.  The plotless story started with the two women making out.

After a few minutes of silence, Chris said, “A circle jerk is where two or more guys get together and jack off.”

Grinning, I said, “Like we’re doing, right?”

Chuckling, Chris said, “Almost.”  He reached over, wrapped his hand around my cock, and began jacking me off.  “When you have a circle jerk, everyone does someone else.”

I felt my body stiffen as my friend gently played with my cock.  Sensing my discomfort, Chris gave my cock a knowing squeeze.

“It isn’t gay, Matt.  It isn’t like we kiss or anything.  It’s just friends making each other feel good.  We jack each other off, and stuff,” Chris explained.  “It’s not much different from doing it with a girl.”

I had to admit to myself that what Chris was doing with my cock felt great.  It was the first time someone other than me touched it, and it was terrific.  My reservations dissipated as I watched Chris’s hand stroking my cock.  It may have been the pot, the beer, or just the situation.  Regardless, I was really enjoying it.

Returning our attention to the video, Chris stroked me while we watched the action unfold.  The two women had stripped and had their heads between each other’s legs.  The two men stood near the girls, stroking themselves.

As I watched and experienced the feeling of Chris playing with me, I realized I should probably return the favor.  I glanced at Chris’s crotch, watching as he fondled himself with his free hand.  Tentatively, I moved my hand between his legs, replacing his hand with mine.  If I thought the feeling of Chris playing with my cock was exciting, I realized touching him raised the bar.

I had played with my cock countless times, but it paled to the feeling of touching someone else.  When I looked at my friend, he smiled.

“Matt, you don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable doing.  I don’t mind doing you if you don’t want to jack me off,” Chris said.

I moved my hand down his shaft, curled my fingers under his balls, and said, “I’m good.”

Nodding, Chris said, “Yes, in fact, you’re terrific.”

When Chris pushed his leg against mine, I pushed back.  The added contact added to the feeling rushing through my body and mind. For the next few minutes, Chris and I jacked each other off.  I tried different things as I became accustomed to touching a man.

“You said you and your friends jacked each other off and stuff.  What else did you do?” I asked.

As an answer to my question, Chris leaned over and covered the head of my cock with his mouth.  I watched the back of his head while he bobbed up and down, taking over half of my dick into his mouth.  I felt his tongue rubbing me, and the firm suction as once again, I experienced something new.

If someone had told me I would enjoy a man sucking my cock, I would have said I wasn’t gay, and there was no way I would let it happen.  Yet here I was.  My friend was blowing me as I held his cock.  Feeling his mouth on my cock was so intense I was unable to move my hand on his dick.

Chris sat up, smiling at me.  “You know, stuff.”  Chris’s expression softened.  “I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship, Matt.  I like girls a lot more than men, but sometimes it’s nice to get off like this too.”

I thought for a moment and then said, “So, does this make us bisexual?”

“To be honest, I don’t like labels.  I feel I’m just sexual.  I enjoy the feeling it gives me, regardless of who it is.  As I said, I’m not into kissing men or having anal sex, but blow jobs and jacking off are cool with me.  A few of my friends from my old neighborhood were into more, but I wasn’t.”

We took a break to drink our beers.  I glanced at the television, chuckling when I saw the two men sucking each other.  Nudging me with his shoulder, Chris said, “Do I look that hot when I suck your big cock?”

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.  “I don’t know.  I could only see the back of your head.”

Laughing, Chris moved away from me.  He put one of my legs on the couch, leaving the other one on the floor.  Kneeling between my wide spread legs, Chris leaned over and took my cock into his mouth again.  I watched in awe as he bobbed his head, taking more of my dick each time he lowered his head.

I started moaning and rocking my hips as Chris gave me a blow job.  He managed to take most of my entire cock into his mouth and rubbed my balls against his chin.  Unable to remain uninvolved, I put my hands on the sides of his head.  He moaned around my cock, cast his eyes up, and smiled around my shaft.

Chris and I maintained eye contact as I received my first blow job.  If nothing else, Chris was enthusiastic about his oral prowess.  He caressed my balls with one hand while moving his other hand over my outer thigh and ass.  I held off as long as I could, not wanting the sensation to end, but Chris’s actions became too much.  I felt my climax building and warned my friend I was about to come.

Increasing the suction on my cock, Chris started moving his soft lips over the top third of my shaft.  He gently squeezed my balls as his cheeks caved in.  Once again, I warned him, but it was too late.  My semen rushed through my cock, shooting into my friend’s mouth.

Much to my surprise, Chris didn’t stop sucking me when I came.  He held still as several intense spurts of cum shot from my cock. When the spewing stopped, he relaxed his suction but continued to keep the head of my dick in his mouth.  I felt his tongue swipe across my glans, then Chris sat back on his heels.  I watched him swallow my spend, wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and smile.  He reached for his beer, took a drink, and placed the can back on the table.

As I recovered from my first blow job, I began to wonder if Chris expected me to do the same thing for him.  While I didn’t know if I was capable, I did know I was willing to try.  Not only did it seem fair, but I also needed to see if I could do it.

“So, how do you like getting your cock sucked?” Chris said with a grin.  “Is it what you thought it would be?”

“There is no way I could have imagined the feeling, not in my wildest dream,” I said.  I took a deep breath and smiled.  “Thanks, Chris.”

“No problem, Matt.  I really like sucking cock once in a while.  You have one of the nicest cocks I’ve had the pleasure of blowing.”

I shifted around on the couch until I knelt in front of Chris.  Reaching out, I fondled his semi-hard cock.  When I started leaning forward, he put his hand on my shoulder.  “As much as I want it, are you sure you want to blow me?  It isn’t necessary, not if you don’t want to.”

“I have no idea whether or not I can do it, Chris, but I want to try.   Please don’t get upset with me if I can’t finish,” I said.

“Matt, as I said before, I like giving head.  I like sucking a cock as much as I like having mine sucked.  When I decided to blow you, I had no expectations of you blowing me.  If you want to find out, go for it.  If you don’t, it doesn’t matter.”  Chris smiled at me.  “I’ll still suck your cock again, even if you don’t want to blow me.”

Lowering my head, I touched the head of Chris’s dick with my tongue, before pressing my lips against his glans.  He wiggled as I kissed a cock for the first time.   In the past, while watching porn and jacking off, I thought about sucking a cock.  While it wasn’t my favorite fantasy, it was exciting, nonetheless.  As his cock slid over my lips and into my mouth, both of us moaned.

I realized Chris’s cock didn’t taste different than my flesh.  The taste would be about the same if I were sucking his fingers.  It took a few moments for me to become accustomed to having a cock in my mouth.  I guess it was the idea more than the act.

“Are you okay?” Chris said.  I nodded my head and took another couple inches into my mouth.  “You’re doing great.  I’ll let you know if I’m going to come.”

Once again, I nodded.  I moved my head up and down, taking as much of his cock as I could.  When Chris’s cock hit the opening of my throat, I thought I would gag.  I didn’t.  It didn’t take long for me to become comfortable with the feeling, and the idea of having a cock in my mouth.  Chris started rubbing my back as he encouraged me.

“Oh, fuck, Matt.  You’re great at sucking my cock.  I can’t believe this is your first time,” Chris said.

I bobbed my head a few times and pulled off his cock.  I stroked his slick saliva coated shaft and looked up.  “I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I did when you blew me.”

“As I said, you did great,” Chris said.

I chuckled and said, “Who said I was finished?”

Taking Chris’s cock back into my mouth, I decided I would bring my first blow job to fruition.  The idea of his semen didn’t bother me. After all, it couldn’t taste much different from mine.  I had licked my cum from my hand after masturbating many times.

Moving a hand between Chris’s legs, I cupped his balls.  Lowering my head, I took his cock into my throat for the first time as I rubbed his nuts against my chin.  Chris moaned and started rubbing the back of my head.

For the next few minutes, I bobbed my head and sucked on his throbbing cock.  Chris moaned, moved his hips, and moaned.

“Fuck, Matt, I’m going to come,” Chris said.

I backed off, leaving my lips clamped behind the glans.  Using my hand, I stroked Chris’s cock, feeling it throb against my fingers and tongue.  When Chris began grunting, I prepared myself for his semen.  The first shot caught me off guard, but I didn’t remove my mouth.  His cock sent several streams of cum into my mouth as I milked his shaft.

When Chris stopped coming, I relaxed and pulled off his cock.  I moved the semen around in my mouth, feeling the thick texture and unique taste.  As I thought, it wasn’t too much different from mine.  Looking up at my friend, I swallowed and then smiled.  For some strange reason, I felt proud of what I’d done.

“Holy shit, you are something else.  The first time someone came in my mouth, I spit it out.  It took several blow jobs before I could swallow,” Chris said.

Shrugging my shoulders, I told Chris it wasn’t the first time I ate semen.  He nodded and smiled.

“Yeah, I tasted mine before.  It’s different when someone shoots it into your mouth,” Chris said.

I laughed and said, “Yeah, it’s better.”

“Are you okay with sucking cock?” Chris asked.

“So far, so good.  I’ll let you know more the next time I blow you,” I said.

Chris smiled and handed me my beer.  We tapped our cans together, making a silent toast.  After taking a drink, we relaxed.

“Remember me telling you about a circle jerk?” I nodded.  “We used to do what we called a circle suck too.  It’s where two or more guys sucked each other’s cocks.  One time we did it with five dudes,” Chris said.

“That sounds wild,” I replied, not knowing what else to say.

“It was, however, I prefer what we did together.  When there is more than one, it’s hard to concentrate.  I don’t mind sixty-nine, but it gets too crazy with more,” Chris said.

“What have you done with a girl?” I asked.

Chuckling, Chris said, “I’ve gone all the way, you know, fucked.  I’ve also eaten pussy and gotten blow jobs and handjobs.”

“Do you like girls or boys better?” I said, not sure I wanted to know.

“Matt, as I said, I like sex.  It’s different with a girl, but fooling around with a guy is equally satisfying.  For me, guys are a lot less maintenance.  My friends and I did it to get off and feel good.  We didn’t need to date.  We just had sex.  With girls, most of them want you to earn sex.  You know, take them out to dinner and things like that.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like taking a girl out, but sometimes I just want to get off,” Chris smiled. “Or get someone off.”

I found I was content and comfortable sitting next to Chris naked.  I glanced at him, noticing that like my cock, his hung limp over his balls.  Looking at the television, I saw the video had ended.  Grabbing the remote, I restarted the movie, hoping my friend and I hadn’t finished.  Chris got up and went to the bathroom.  On his way back, he grabbed two cans of beer.  I watched his cock move as he walked toward the couch.

Chris sat next to me, handed me a beer, and pulled the tab on his can.  We took drinks while watching the action unfold on the screen. Holding my drink in one hand, I put my other hand on Chris’s leg.  He glanced at me, smiling when I moved to touch his cock.  I felt his dick flex and begin to swell against my fingers.

“You like touching my cock, don’t you, Matt?”  Chris chuckled.  “I like it when you do.”

Reaching over, Chris picked my flaccid cock off my balls.  We put our cans on the table and played with each other.  As our cocks grew, we stroked one another.

“Are you ready for round two?” Chris said.  I smiled and nodded.  “Me too, Matt.  You’re getting into this, aren’t you?”

“It isn’t what I expected, that’s for sure.  I always thought fooling around with a guy made you gay, but after you explained things, I realized it was more about fun than labeling your sexuality.”  I laughed.  “I’m not sure my friends would agree with me.”

“You might be surprised.  When my friend first suggested fooling around together, I thought he was gay.  He taught me the difference between being sexual and homosexual.  As I said, we didn’t kiss or fuck each other.  Our play was limited to jacking each other off, and blow jobs,” Chris said.

Shaking my head, I said, “You don’t know my friends.  They are always making jokes about gay guys.”

“I’ll bet you did too.”  Laughing, I nodded.  “And now?” Chris said.

“I don’t think so, Chris.  Not now that I know fooling around with a guy doesn’t necessarily make you gay.”  I moved my hand between his legs and cupped his hairless balls.  “Why do you shave your crotch?”

“I like it shaved.  My friends did too because they didn’t get pubes in their mouths.  Girls like it too.”  Chris tugged at my pubic hair. “You should shave your nuts, Matt.  I like sucking a guys balls, but not when they’re hairy.”

“Maybe I’ll shave then,” I said.

“Do you want me to shave you?” Chris said.

I was about to say no, but after everything we’d done, I figured what the hell, and nodded.

“Do you have scissors and a razor down here?” Chris asked.

I got up, went to my bedroom, and returned with an electric trimmer.  My dad used it to keep his beard trimmed, and I kept it after he passed away.  Unlike the new trimmers available, this one required power.

“Will this work?” I asked as I showed the trimmer to Chris.

“I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” Chris replied.

We went to my bathroom so we wouldn’t make a mess.  Chris plugged the trimmer into an outlet and turned it on, causing the device to buzz.  When he asked me to, I straddled the toilet.  Chris knelt on the floor, ran his fingers over my hairy balls, and looked up, smiling.

“Are you sure?” Chris asked.

“Go for it,” I replied, flinching as he caressed my nuts.

Chris turned on the trimmer, pulled my balls until the skin tightened, and started removing my pubic hair.  The combination of his hand holding my nuts and the vibration of the trimmer, caused my cock to stiffen.  Glancing up, he smiled at me.

Over the next few minutes, Chris used the trimmer to clip my hair as close to my skin as he could.  He attacked the patch above my cock with the trimmer, leaving my hair about a quarter-inch long.

“That’s as much as I can do with this thing.  I need a razor and shaving cream,” Chris said.

I pointed at the sink.  He saw my razor and a can of shaving gel.  Standing up, Chris put the trimmer on the counter and picked up the other items.

“This would be easier in the shower.  Let’s get in the stall,” Chris said.

I turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, and we got into the shower.  Chris removed the showerhead from the hook, pointed it at me, and wet my crotch.  Handing me the wand, he shot a dab of gel into the palm of his left hand.  Using the fingers of his right hand, Chris applied the gel to my nuts and crotch.

It was all I could do to hold still as Chris carefully used the razor to remove the stubble from my genitals.  He held my cock up, scraping the hair from my balls.  I flinched when he moved lower and shaved between my butt cheeks.  Taking the showerhead from me, he rinsed away the remnants of the shaving gel.

“There you go, Matt, your almost as bald as the day you were born,” Chris said as he stood up.

I ran my fingertips over my freshly shaved crotch, feeling the smooth flesh.  Grinning, I said, “Thanks.”

When I returned the showerhead to the hook, Chris grabbed the bar of soap from the tray.  Looking into my eyes, he began rubbing it over my chest.  I stood still as he washed me.  When Chris finished, I took the soap and scrubbed his body.

“I’ve never showered with a guy before,” Chris said.  “This is great.”

I nodded and said, “I think so too, Chris.”

We finished in the shower, dried ourselves, and returned to the couch.  Laughing, Chris mentioned we missed the movie again and restarted it.  We took drinks of our beer while watching the sex scenes on the screen.  As the action heated, we started playing with one another’s cocks.

“Can we try doing each other at the same time?” I said.

“Sure, Matt.  I’ll stretch out on my back, and you can get on top.  That way, I won’t shove my cock down your throat.  It takes a little getting used to when you sixty-nine,” Chris said.

Once Chris was comfortable, I knelt on either side of him with my head toward his feet.  He put his hand on my ass, pulling me down until he could get my cock into his mouth.  Leaning forward, I engulfed his dick.  It took a moment for me to become accustomed to the new position, but soon I was bobbing my head up and down.

While we blew one another, Chris and I rubbed each other’s balls.  I felt his hand running over my ass.  It felt good, so I slipped my hand under him so I could stroke him.  As I became excited, Chris pushed me up so he could speak.

“Slow down, Matt.  There’s no need to rush.  Take your time and enjoy,” Chris said.

As I felt his cock moving across my lips, tongue, and the roof of my mouth, I realized how great it felt.  I was aware of Chris sucking my cock, but I concentrated on his dick.  My thoughts ran the gambit, from wondering why I’d never done this before, to when would we be able to do it again.  Part of me wanted Chris to come and fill my mouth with his semen.  Another part of me wanted it to go on forever.

Chris moved his hands to my hips and started guiding me up and down.  I held his cock deep in my mouth while he set the pace, and I fucked his mouth.  He moaned as I applied suction on his dick.  Chris began moving, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth.  I pressed it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue, feeling it begin to throb.  A moment later, I felt his cum spray into my mouth.  I kept my lips sealed around his shaft, preventing his semen from leaking.

Chris’s orgasm triggered mine.  I felt my balls tighten as my cock shot cum into his mouth.  We continued sucking each other until the spewing stopped.  Lifting my head, I pulled my cock out of his mouth, turned around, and showed him the cum on my tongue.  He smiled when I closed my mouth and swallowed his spend.

Sitting next to Chirs, I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth.  I collected the last traces of his cum.

“You know, doing each other at the same time might be okay once in a while, but I liked it better when I did you, and you did me,” I said.

“Yeah, me too,” Chris said.

I put my hand on Chris’s leg, smiled, and said, “Thanks for a very enlightening night.  I learned a lot about sex and myself.”

Chuckling, Chris said, “I have to tell you that for your first time, you were terrific.  I guess you’re just a natural cocksucker.  It’s not a bad thing, you know.  Just remember having sex with someone doesn’t label you.” Chris tapped my head with his fingertip.  “It’s all up here, Matt.  If you accept who you are, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.  I don’t go around broadcasting it, but I’m not ashamed because I like sucking cock.”

“Tonight has sure changed how I think about sex, at least sex with a guy.” I chuckled.  “I still want to find out how it is with a girl.”

“Yeah, as I said, I like girls better.  Most of them have tasty pussies, and they are a lot softer.  Some of them can suck a cock almost as good as a guy can.  I guess guys know what another guy likes,” Chris said.

“Well, I’m wiped out.  Do you want to crash here, or are you going home?” I said.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll crash on the couch.  It’s late, and I don’t want to roust the house by going in at this hour,” Chris said.

I was about to ask Chris if he wanted to share my bed but decided against it.  I got up to grab a blanket and pillow.  We took care of the empty beer cans, put on our underwear, and said goodnight.

In my room, I stretched out on my back with my hands behind my head.  Staring at the ceiling, I replayed the night, smiling as I thought about what I did with Chris.  Most nights, I would jack off before going to sleep.  I wouldn’t need to tonight.  Getting blow jobs from Chris drained me.

Rolling onto my side, I hugged my pillow and drifted asleep.