I'd been playing squash with John for about a month when he brought Stephen along one evening. Stephen was a bit older than me, tall and slender, with soft, almost feminine features, longer hair, and neat eyebrows. I was disappointed because I was hoping it would just be John and me. Especially when John casually put his arm around Stephen – they clearly had a close thing going.
After our game, just like always, John suggested we hit the showers, and this time, Stephen came along too. Like John, Stephen was completely smooth, head to toe. I couldn't help but notice his cock was bigger than mine, though not quite as thick as John's.
Once it was just the three of us in the showers, John told Stephen and me to wash each other. That threw me for a bit, as I thought the whole washing routine was just our special thing. But I turned to Stephen, and we started slowly lathering up each other's chests. Stephen seemed totally cool about it, even though I'd never washed anyone but John before.
Stephen's hands were incredibly soft, and I was surprised by how gentle he was. As his hands drifted lower, I felt myself flush, but Stephen just gave a soft smile, not making a big deal of it. While Stephen and I were soaping up, John stood right next to us, working on my back.
Stephen and I slowly made our way down our bodies. John then said we should really focus on each other's private parts. Stephen gently cupped my cock with his hands before taking a firm hold and scrubbing it with little circles. I glanced at John, and he was watching intently, his own cock starting to perk up.
As I washed Stephen's smooth cock, I felt myself getting hard, and so did he. I could also feel John's hands soaping my buttocks, then gently circling my sensitive spot. Stephen and I both had our hands around each other's cocks when John told us to start stroking each other. So we did, and I saw John step back a bit, just watching us, while he played with his own impressive, very hard cock.
Stephen was breathing heavily as I stroked him. I could see the tip of his cock glistening with some pre-cum as I rubbed my thumb over it. Stephen's soft moans only made me harder, and I felt myself getting leaky too. Just as before, I couldn't hold out long and soon let go, moaning a bit from how good it felt.
John told me not to worry and to keep going with Stephen. I did, and after a while, Stephen let go too, splattering all over me. John then told us both to focus on his cock. Stephen started playing with his balls, and I started stroking his big cock. John seemed to have amazing stamina, and it was quite a while before he let go. I realised I had been so caught up in everything that I hadn't even noticed if anyone else had walked into the showers!
After we finished showering and were drying off, John mentioned he was taking Stephen back to his place to watch a football game. Since it was Friday evening and still pretty early, he asked if I wanted to come along. He told me to follow him on my moped when we left the sports centre.
I followed John's car on the quick 15-minute drive to his house. By the time I got to his front door, they were already inside. John opened the door to greet me, then led me to his living room.
Stephen was on the leather couch. He waved, said hello, and smiled.
"Hey there," I said, smiling back.
"Ready for the big game?" John asked, saying it should be a good one. He added, "Just wait till you see what I have planned for half-time fun."
John made us his special drinks, then we all got comfy waiting for the game to start. I sat in the middle of the leather sofa, John on my left and Stephen on my right. The referee blew the whistle, and the game began.
The first half was fairly dull and ended with no goals, but I couldn't wait for half-time to see what John had planned. The referee blew his whistle, and the players left the field. John grabbed the remote control, pressed a button, and suddenly, on the screen, a video began to play, with a pretty, petite brunette kneeling, playing with the big, thick cock of a muscular guy.
My eyes went wide. Stephen cheered next to me, and John just grinned at me.
"See?" John said. "I told you the half-time fun would be good."
I was surprised because I thought John wasn't into women.
I sat there watching her sucking on the guy's big cock. Then he pulled it out of her mouth and started kissing her, working his way down to her small, firm chest. I watched, mesmerised, as he licked and sucked her pert nipples. I was very aroused by the intense action. He kissed his way down her stomach. As his head got lower, I suddenly realised this woman didn't have a female part; she had a cock that was rock hard and about 6 inches long. The young guy licked the whole length of her cock and then slowly took it all into his mouth.
My eyes and mouth were both wide open as I watched him take her cock while she lay there moaning and groaning, telling him to keep going. I had never seen anything like it.
John's hand slid onto my thigh, squeezing a little as he whispered, "Bet you're seeing more than you expected from our little half-time show, huh?"
Stephen chuckled beside me, moving closer until his leg pressed against mine. My heart hammered as the screen showed the muscular guy now riding the brunette's cock, his strong legs flexing with each move.
The air in the room seemed thick, a mix of sweet drinks and the smell from our shower earlier. I realised my fingers were digging into the leather sofa when John leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Bet you've never touched a cock like hers, have you?"
His words sent a jolt through me, and I suddenly noticed Stephen's knee nudging my wrist, trying to move it towards his crotch.
On screen, the brunette arched her back, her hands in the guy's hair as he now rode her fast, sweat glistening between them. Stephen's fingers brushed my thigh, like John's, warm and wondering.
"Ever seen a trans woman before, Nick?" John asked.
I shook my head and said I hadn't. He explained that she was born male but was clearly gay, and through hormone treatments, she had softened her looks, made her hips wider, and grown small breasts so she looked like a girl, but she kept her cock. I was so amazed; she looked so much like a girl except for her cock.
"But her breasts look so big," I said.
"Yes, that's because she had implants to make them bigger," John replied. "In some places, like Thailand, trans women are very popular. Male tourists go there to watch and hook up with them."
We kept watching as the girl was now putting her cock deep into the guy's throat – deep throating, John commented. He turned to me, his free hand gripping my chin, tilting my face back to the screen as the scene finished, the brunette letting go hard into the guy's mouth.
"Ever wondered what it's like to take it that well?"
"Every cock is different," John mumbled, his breath warm on my neck. "Some curve, some get excited quickly..."
His fingers slid higher, brushing the growing bulge in my shorts. Stephen let out a sharp breath next to me, his hand now openly playing with himself through his jeans, his eyes fixed on me like I was the main show now.
The video cut off suddenly just as John's fingertips traced the shape of my cock through my damp clothes. "Time for some hands-on experience," he murmured, nodding at Stephen, who quickly unzipped his jeans and took out his excited cock. His cock was thinner than John's but almost as long, the tip purple. My heart pounded in my throat when Stephen guided my wrist towards him, pressing my palm against his warm skin.
"You get it," John growled, pulling my shorts down to my knees with one quick tug, showing the bulge in my white jockstrap. His thick fingers wrapped around mine, making us both grip Stephen's cock together. "Now feel the difference." Stephen's moan vibrated through me as our combined strokes twisted his shaft, pre-cum smearing between our knuckles.
John's free hand pulled my head back by the hair as he licked up my neck. "Watch him," he ordered, forcing my gaze down to where Stephen's hips jerked into our fists. "See how the tip flares? That's how you know he's close." Stephen whimpered in agreement, his legs tensing.
"Most guys think it's just back and forth," John went on, wedging a knee between my legs, rubbing against my trapped excitement. His voice dropped to a rough whisper as Stephen's breath caught. "But the real skill... " - he twisted our hands suddenly, making Stephen cry out - "...is in the twist." Pre-cum dripped onto my thigh.
John chuckled darkly at my gasp, suddenly letting go of my hand to drag his thumb through the wetness on my skin. "Taste," he commanded, pressing the wet finger to my lips. The salty, sharp taste hit my tongue just as Stephen arched off the sofa, letting go hot over my still-moving fist.
"See how his whole body reacts?" John murmured, stroking Stephen's trembling thigh while he shivered through the aftershocks. "Women pretend. Men shake." His fingers slid down to trace the sensitive line where Stephen's leg met his crotch, causing another whimper. "Every twitch is real. Remember them."
Stephen's spent cock still twitched against my palm as John leaned over me, his own cock pressing hard against my shoulder blade. "Men don't need a warm-up," he continued, biting my earlobe. "We're always ready. Watch." He grabbed Stephen's softening cock with surprising force, making him gasp, and within three strokes, the flushed tip started getting hard again. My own breath caught at the change.
John's chuckle vibrated through my back as he guided my fingers to feel Stephen's renewed hardness. "See how the shaft gets firm from the bottom to the tip?" His rough thumb pressed under the head where a fresh drop of pre-cum glistened.
Stephen bit his lip when I playfully circled that spot with two fingers, his hips jerking. "That's the sweet spot," John murmured, his other hand sliding down to cup my trapped excitement through my damp clothes. "Find it early, stroke it light and slow, and you'll drag any man right to the edge without letting him go." His teeth brushed my shoulder.
Stephen's breath caught as I did what he said, barely touching the swollen ridge under his head. John's approving hum vibrated against my spine while his fingers worked my own cock through cotton, matching my rhythm on Stephen. His twitching cock was leaking fresh wetness over my fingers.
"Most boys think holding back is just stopping," John mumbled, his thumb suddenly pinching my tip through my clothes when I gasped. A jolt went up my spine.
"But real control," he went on, easing the pressure just enough to let me sigh in relief, "is knowing exactly how much friction each bit of skin can handle." His palm slowly dragged along my trapped length. "Stephen here could let go from just this—" He flicked Stephen's sensitive spot, making him yelp. "But you? You need the full experience."
Stephen whimpered when John forced his hand over mine, guiding us to tighten around his shaft in a corkscrew motion. "Feel his pulse?" John's breath was hot in my ear as Stephen's cock throbbed between our fingers. "That's his point of no return." John's hands guided mine and twisted just under the head. His grip on my wrist tightened, stopping us just before Stephen let go. Stephen whined softly, his legs shaking. "That's control," John purred, watching sweat drip down Stephen's collarbones.
John pressed my free hand to my own cock, trapping my fingers against the damp fabric. "Your turn." His knee pushed harder between my legs as he guided my hand and made me do the same torturous rhythm on myself.
"Stroke slow, just there,.... yes." My breath caught when his thumb found that spot under my head, the one that made my vision blur. Stephen watched closely as John showed him my cock gripped in our joined hands. "See how your tip darkens?" John mumbled, dragging a fingernail along my sensitive spot. "That's your visual hint. When it gets purple like a ripe fruit..." - he pinched lightly, stealing my gasp - "...that's when you really get him going."
Stephen's fingers twitched against mine as John adjusted our grip on my cock, his rough hands feeling good. "Most guys just push hard towards the end," he mused, slowing our strokes to a crazy crawl. "But the real trick?" His free hand pulled my head back by the hair, making me watch Stephen's eager face. "Is making them practically beg to cross the line." Pre-cum dripped between our knuckles. "You know how to beg, Nick, don't you!"
