Our wives were best friends, and we were good buddies. We all lived on a quiet cul-de-sac is a quiet suburban Midwest city for about 4 years. I had helped John build his new deck, and was amazed at his stamina and strength. He had helped me with a few small projects, and still owed me one for help on the deck. We had enjoyed may evening BBQ's and several weekend trips, and considered ourselves life long friends.
Unbeknownst to John or myself, our wives planned a shopping weekend to get started on Christmas shopping, leaving us to take care of ourselves. We kissed the wives good-bye in the driveway and waved good-bye as they drove off.
"Well, now what do we do?" John asked.
"Got me! How about some dinner?" I answered his question with another question.
"Sounds great. Eat out or cook in?" he asked.
"I think Suzie thawed out a couple of steaks for us" I informed his as we made our way inside.
We fired up the grill and cooked an entire feast. We were drinking a cold one, watching some stupid television show, bored out of our minds, when I heard John ask, "Hey, what's this?" he said as he picked up my new camera.
"That's my new digital camera"
We spent the next hour reading the owner's manual and taking a few pictures to test it out.
"This is pretty cool. How about we take a few pictures for our wives when they return?" John asked.
I wasn't quite sure where this was going, but boredom was a bad alternative, so I replied "Sure. What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"I was thinking about some racy stuff for my wife. You think you can handle that?" John asked. I had seen John naked a few times, nothing too unusual for two close friends.
"I'm game for that as long as you take a few of me. Where would you like to begin?" I asked.
After some thinking and planning, we decided to begin in John's garage/workshop. He put on a pair of tight Levi's and his tool belt, tank top, and boots. I set the camera on a tri-pod and turned on all the lights. John posed for a shot, but it was pretty boring.
"Hey, why don't you put on leg on the chair, and give me a sexy smile" I instructed. I took a few more shots, and asked him to take of his shirt. I had forgotten how striking his chest and abdominals looked. "Oh, she'll love this," I said. John was really getting into posing and puffing up his chest. His tight Levi's appeared to get a little tighter as he strutted his stuff.
"OK, how about making this a little more daring? Why don't you loose the jeans?" I suggested.
He looked pretty sexy with the boots, tool belt and white jockeys. I posed him sitting on the table saw, squatting on a chair, prone on the workbench. His jockeys were definitely getting fuller as we progressed.
"Now what?" I asked.
"I know this is `out there' but could you handle me losing the underwear?" John asked.
"No problem for me." I replied. John turned away from me and pulled off his underwear. His whole ass was framed and I took a sneaky picture.
Caught by surprise, John stood and smiled. "No fare, I wasn't ready for that one." As he turned, I felt myself gasp as the sight of his semi-erect penis. It was as beefy as John, plump with a wide flanged helmet head. Cut, and maybe 6 inches at half-mast. This was all perfectly framed by his tool belt.
"OK, strut a few poses, and I'll keep shooting till you finish," I instructed.
"Finish what?" John asked, with a huge smirk on his face.
He put one foot on the chair and smiled. He moved in several sexy poses, each time getting more erect. He playfully took out his tape measure and pretended to measure his dick.
"How big is it?" I asked.
"Let's see....8 ¼."
"No way, let me see that." I moved closer and looked down at the tape placed beside his cock. I could detect a strong scent of sexuality when I got close.
"The tape has to be on top, like this." I moved the tape measure, and felt the warmth of his erection against my fingers. "See, it's just 8 inches" I retorted. "But that ain't bad. I'd give anything to be that big."
"Anything?" John asked.
I didn't reply, not sure what to say. Suddenly I was thinking about doing stuff that had never entered my mind before, well, not since I was a teenager anyway. John took a `flash dance' pose on the chair, and his erection took on an obscene appearance. I simply took pictures as John began to masturbate. I could feel my hardness and wetness inside my underwear. I was sure he would stop, but he continued. I watched closely as he tweaked his nipples, arched his back, and his balls pulled up close. John continued to look directly at the camera, and it felt as if he were looking straight through me. I was afraid he could see my obvious erection, as well as my inner secret desire. I felt quite vulnerable, but safely hidden behind the camera. I never missed a stroke as he erupted all over his chest, stomach, and then dribbled on his hand.
John then relaxed and I stopped taking pictures. He reached around and retrieved a rag and wiped up the mess. He asked "Did you get all that?"
"I think so. We can download on the computer and see. We may have to do the last couple of minutes again."
"Not anytime soon we won't." John reached over and pulled on his underwear, jeans and shirt. "Hey, it's your turn. Where do you want to pose?" he asked.
I had not thought about that. In all my flushed excitement of watching John jerk off, I never once thought about posing myself. "Well, I'm not sure I want to...."
"Nonsense! This is pretty fun, and who else would do this for a buddy?" he asked.
"OK, how about in my study?" I asked.
"Oh, I think you can be more sexy than that. How about in your bedroom?" he suggested.
"Fine with me. Let move the equipment over there before I loose my nerve."
After we set up the camera and tripod. I could feel myself getting nervous, but in a sexually exciting way.
John asked, "Hey, what kind of sexy underwear or pajamas you got?"
We finally agreed on some silk boxers and a short satin bathrobe. I stepped in the bathroom and changed clothes. My erection showed no signs of abatement, so I used the robe to cover the bulge. John helped me sit up the shot, stuffing pillows and suggesting poses.
I looked at the camera and smiled. I felt very self conscious about the camera. John stepped out from behind the camera, and I looked directly at him. He coached me through the first shots, suggesting, encouraging, and telling me how sexy I looked. I forgot the camera and focused on John, and began to tease him, enjoying his attention, feeling exceptionally sexy and aroused. I first lost the robe, and then lowered the boxers, before I finally lost them. I was so aroused that I was leaking all over myself.
At one point, John moved closer and set up a pose of me on all fours. He suggested I point my ass towards the camera while turning my head and smiling at the camera. John moved me a little, and touched my ass. I felt the shock of that as goose-bumps covered my body.
"Here, spread your legs a little" I felt his hands push my thighs apart. "I want your balls to hang, yeah, just like that." He returned to the camera and took the pictures. "Now, lower your head to the pillow and point your ass at the camera," he instructed. "There, that's perfect. Now, roll over, stoke it..." and on he went.
It would be difficult to deny that I was aroused. I'd like to think it was the camera, but it was really John. He made it easy by giving instructions that I obeyed. Near the end he took the camera off the tripod and moved in for close-ups. In seconds I splattered cum all over my chest. I hadn't cum that hard since I was 18, and my balls almost hurt from the tremendous release.
"That was pretty impressive," John commented.
"Wow!" was all I could manage in reply.
"Here, clean up," John said, throwing me a wash cloth.
I couldn't look him in the eye, as I dressed.
"Let's download these and see what we've got." I followed John into my study and turned on the computer. I connected the cable and downloaded all the pictures. To be safe, I reformatted the memory card on the camera.
As we pulled the pictures up, one by one, I could feel myself getting aroused all over again. There were lots of comments, but I could tell that John was really getting into looking at himself. He adjusted himself several times, as we sat beside each other looking at the screen.
I was a little embarrassed as my pictures began to appear. I commented to John, "Man, you take pretty good pictures. You have an eye for this."
"It's not difficult when you have a good model," he replied. "Can we password protect this? I rather not have anyone else looking at these."
"I think so, but this is a first for me as well. How much of these are we going to show the wives? I'm not sure I want her to know I got off while you were watching."
"I never thought about that. I guess this better be our little secret."
When John stood up, his erection was plainly evident. "Better watch where you point that thing," I commented. "Cute" was his sarcastic reply.
I turned off the computer and followed him in the family room.
"You're pretty inflated yourself. How can you walk with that thing?" he asked.
"It's not easy. Man, I haven't been this turned on since college." I said.
"Tell me, what was that occasion?" John asked.
I had a sudden panic. Should I tell the truth or a quick lie? My wife didn't even know this story. My hesitance belied my guilt.
"The truth now. You tell me, and I'll tell you something from my past."
My erection was clearly showing in my silk boxers, and I felt safe sharing the story.
"It was my sophomore year in college. I wasn't dating anyone, and was perpetually horny. My roommate Scott was pretty much in the same condition. Although we didn't talk about it, we were always jerking off when the other wasn't around. I'm not sure how it happened the first time, but we challenged each other to a wrestling match in our room. We tussled around for a few minutes when Scott tried to pin me when his hand brushed across my erection. I was real embarrassed until I noticed he was sporting wood himself. Our wrestling took on an erotic flare as we began to try and disrobe the other guy instead of pinning. It was a pretty grueling match, which Scott finally won after I spewed cum all over the place and lost my strength. Scott immediately peeled off his underwear and jerked off all over my chest. It was his victory, but I was the one who felt like the winner. We never talked about it, but about once a week we would wrestle, and we both knew what we wanted. We were pretty evenly matched, so we each had our share of victories. The winner always came on the looser. It was intended as humiliation, but it never really felt that way."
John sat quietly, but had to adjust his erection to get comfortable. At one point he unzipped his jeans, and I could clearly see his erection behind his white jockeys. "Did you ever try anything else?"
"No, we never did. Scott was my roommate for the year, and I never heard from him again. I'm sure he's married with 3 kids living the quiet life somewhere."
"Did you ever think about doing more?" John asked.
"Good question. I'm not sure, really. It was all pretty exciting, but I don't think I would have gone any further. Now, what secret are you going to share?"
"Well, I had one story, but after what you told me, I think I'll share something else. I haven't thought about this in a while. Let's see...the year after I graduated from high school, I worked as a counselor in a summer camp. All summer long, boys would rotate in for a week at a time. There was a co-counselor, Matt, who shared the cabin all summer. There was very little privacy in the cabin, and the bathroom were even worse. We had one night a week with no campers, so that's when we usually relaxed. One of those nights, I went for a nice long shower. I could hear the shower running when I entered, but thought nothing of it. When I looked in the shower room, I saw Matt slowly masturbating. He evidently didn't hear me come in, or so I thought. I was mesmerized, like a deer in the headlights, and couldn't move. I watched him thoroughly enjoy himself, climaxing all over the shower floor. Only then did he look over at me. I was embarrassed that I had invaded his privacy. He just picked up the soap as if nothing happened. I wanted to run away, but another side of me wanted to play the `pretend nothing happened' game. I took a shower head across from him and began my shower. I think I was pretty aroused myself, and jumped out of my skin when Matt tapped on my shoulder. I spun around and my eyes immediately spotted his jutting erection. It took a second, but I finally made it to his eyes. I can't remember the words he used, but basically he invited me to jack off with him. I wanted to run away and hide, but by then, my little brain was doing the thinking. I couldn't deny that I was excited as my cock was already at full mast. We watched each other as we both shot cum all over the shower floor. We repeated this every Saturday for the whole summer. On our last night of camp, I woke up in the middle of the night to find Matt sucking my dick. I pretended to be asleep and let him suck me off. I don't think he ever knew I was awake, and I often wondered what would of happened if....Well anyway, that was a pretty exciting summer."
We continued to sit. John's dick was poking out of the top of his underwear. He was sitting spread eagle on the chair. I had a round wet spot on my silk boxers. I had been rubbing myself while he told his story. I needed some relief, but was unsure what to do.
John lowered his underwear under his balls. He was leaking and the crown was shinny. "Any other experiences?" he asked, obviously determined he was going to get off again. I took the hint and took off my boxers and spread my legs wider. "Well, there was a time when I was in high school. You reminded me of it when you told your story. I walked in on a guy after a football practice. He was jacking off in the shower when I surprised him red handed. He looked me in the eye and continued to jack off. I became aroused myself and we jacked off together. I can't remember his name, but I remember that he wasn't circumcised. I've always been curious about that. It never happened again, and we both pretended it never happened." I had been stroking myself as I told the short story. "You got any other stories?" I asked.
"Once in college, after a frat party that left me with a case of blue balls, a brother offered to take care of me. I was pretty hard up, but I probably would have agreed anyway. I was expecting a quick hand job, but the guy really was a great cock sucker. With the door locked, he stripped me naked and proceeded to lick me all over. It was my first time for a guys to suck my balls, and it was fantastic. He found that magic area just below, you know the spot," he said with a twinkle in his eye, as he lifted his balls and showed me the place.
"What then?" I asked, continuing to stroke myself slowly.
"He was quite an expert as he alternated between a full blow job and licking and sucking everything else. I also discovered my nipples that night. Anyway, he got me off after spending an hour bringing me close and then backing off. In the end I was begging for it, and he only complied after I agreed to get him off first. He undressed, and I was taken aback by his physical beauty. I think I had lost my inhibitions by that time. I gave him a hand job, the first time I ever touched another cock. He was really pretty far along, and was spewing in minutes of pumping. Only then did he finally finish me off. It was the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced. I was asleep in minutes and when I woke up, he was gone. I've often jacked off to the memory of that night."
I continued to watch him stroke his cock. I wanted to get closer look, and slid down to the other end of the sofa, opposite John. I put my feet on the coffee table, spreading my legs even further. John lifted his feet up until the soles of our feet were pressed against each other. Watching each other, and even feeling each other, we both came within seconds of each other. Here we sat, all covered with our second orgasm, totally exhausted. John moved first, looking for something to clean up with. I was too stunned to move.
"Well, I guess it's time to get home. I'll catch you tomorrow," he said as the door shut behind him.
`Holy Shit...what have I done?' I thought, "I'll sort it all out tomorrow", and was quickly asleep.