CHAPTER 4 CHRIS THE STASH – PART 1
After our time in Bristol, I guess you could say that there was an understanding between Chris and myself. In the weeks that followed, we did not talk that much about what happened, but nor did we avoid it. When we spoke it wasn't awkward or something we were embarrassed about and became more like our dirty secret. Outwardly, life carried on as before, usually meeting up for skateboarding, hanging out with mates and chatting up girls. We both agreed and for obvious reasons to not mention what had happened to anyone.
As a week became two and things returned to normal, it crossed my mind on a number of occasions that had that weekend we shared in Bristol been a one-off. Whenever my mind drifted back to that room with the skylight, I would instantly feel aroused. In fact, it had since featured regular in nightly wank fantasies. Thing is, Chris was a one of my long time mates and I didn't want to push things and create any problems between. I decided that other than being open to suggestion, I should let things roll and wait until when and if the opportunity arises.
Three weeks had now passed and it was late on a Saturday afternoon and we had been out for most of the day skating.
"I'm fucking knackered" Chris said, "Wanna grab some beers and head to mine?"
I looked into his grinning face and smiled "Sure, why not?"
I had seen that grin before and gave a cheeky raised eyebrows look back at him.
We picked up a four-pack each and made our way to Chris' house. Passing his parents in the kitchen, we headed up stairs to an attic room that was effectively his den. Away from the rest of the house, it was where we could chill out in privacy. The room was quite big and must have been over 4 metres wide, with two large skylight windows. As it was a bit stuffy, he reached up, unlocked the latch and swung open one of the skylights.
"That's better." I said as a cool fresh breeze swept through the room.
Chris sat down on a sofa as I plonked myself upon the floor. We each opened a can of beer, gave cheers and chatted about skateboarding, music and girls, usual stuff. He asked me if I had a girlfriend and I told him that I had the hots for a called at school called Jenny and that I was going to pluck up the courage sometime soon and ask her our. I got that tingle I had experienced before, when you didn't know what, but something was definitely going to happen and it was not long before we got on to the subject of what had happened in Bristol.
Chris finished his beer, putting the can down he looked over to where I was sat, "Look, I haven't had much chance to talk with you, what with there always being people around."
"Yeah, I know. I'm cool."
"I... err... I really enjoyed Bristol and..."
"Yeah, there were some great skate spots." I jokingly interjected.
"No, you fuck! I am being serious. I meant what we did together." He replied indignantly.
"Sorry. Just mucking about. But seriously, I really, really liked it. It was fucking hot."
He smiled and looked at me, "OK. That's cool. Not just me then."
All of a sudden he got up and started looking for something behind a wardrobe. After quite a bit of rummaging and throwing stuff out of the wardrobe he finally got up clutching half a dozen colour magazines. Not that I hadn't expected him to have any but the manner by which he simply dropped them into my lap was a pleasant surprise.
"What are those?" I asked, like I didn't know.
"Just something to keep us entertained."
"Cool, where did you get these from?"
"From the tip near the BMX track. We should go there sometime."
I looked at him for a moment then looked down at the selection of magazines. There were magazines I recognised; Penthouse, Mayfair and Club, but in amongst the selection were titles I had never seen before, hard core magazines that had obviously been bought from a sex shop; Private and Color Climax. I was dazzled by the explicit covers with girls and women sucking huge cocks, drizzled with cum.
I swallowed with nervous excitement as I casually flipped through a couple of the mags. Reaching the bottom of the small pile there was 'Teen Test'. The cover had two naked young girls with their backs to the camera, knickers pulled down, arms around each other looking back over their shoulders. As far as I was concerned, they were looking directly at me. This magazine was different as the models weren't women, they were young girls about our age and possibly younger, naked and not just posing. As I looked through the magazine page by page, they were in full contact; Girls sucking girls, girls sucking tits, girls eating pussy, all happily grinning at the camera.
As I poured over Teen Test, we talked about each of the models, comparing and imagining them to be girls we fancied at school. As I turned one page a pretty girl with long blonde air stared up at me from the page.
"She kinda looks like Jenny, don't you think?" I said. Chris nodded in agreement, adding,
"I don't think Jenny's tits are that small, but definitely her face is the spit."
For the first few pages the 'Jenny look-a-like' is shown in various stages of undress; brightly coloured vests pulled up over her pert tits, white cotton panties pulled to one side to reveal a cute, hairless flower and a particularly great shot where she has a pair of bright pink cotton panties with yellow trim pulled down to reveal a perfect tan-lined bum. After those great solo shots, the girl in question is joined by another, equally pretty, brunette girl, her darker skin a stunning contrast to the blonde 'Jenny look-a-like'. The following pages were without doubt some of the most beautiful full girl-on-girl I had ever seen and, to this day, indelible in my mind.
By now my cock was hard a board. Seeing my obvious arousal and the vain attempt to hide the bulge in my fatigues, Chris enquired, "Have you ever wanked off about Jenny?"
"Of fucking course", I said.
Believe it or not, this was one of those topics I hadn't talked about with Chris. At that age, I hadn't really talked with other guys about what I wanked about. Possibly I considered that it was kind of private and not something to be discussed with mates, but the drink had loosened my tongue.
I grinned, "So, who have you pulled off to?"
"Mmm, lemme think. You know Sophie's mate we met at the party... Helen?," he said.
"Yeah, I think so, the one with the short hair?"
"That's the girl." He replied, adding "I also like it when I wake up in the middle of the night with a hard-on then wank it off while I'm still half asleep."
"All this talk of wanking... How about now?" I enquired "You wanna have a wank?"
With that cheeky grin on his face gain, he says, "I thought you'd never ask?"
We sat back on the floor, grabbing a magazine each. I was feeling so horny that my head was reeling. Chris proposed that we wank in front each other. It sounded good to me and in fact was getting me even more turned on. While looking at the mag, Chris started rubbing his erection through his jeans.
"Let's get naked!"
Without waiting for an answer Chris stood up, undid his jeans and slid them down to his ankles. With his cock bulging in his boxer shorts, he looked at me and said,
"Come on, don't let me stand here like this on my own."
Quickly, I stood up, unbuttoning my fatigues, pulling them down my thighs and letting them drop to the floor. Kicking them to one side, I stood facing Chris in my white boxers, my hard-on sticking straight out, held in place by the material of my underwear.
"I'm in," I said, grinning.
We both looked at each other's hard-on, straining against the underwear. Chris made the first move, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. Slowly, lowering them, revealing more and more of his hard cock until his shorts cleared the tip of his penis, it springing upwards. Following his lead, I pulled off my T-shirts and slowly pushed my underwear down in a similar manner. We were now facing each other, completely naked in amongst an assortment of clothing and porn mags.
"See anything you like?" he smirked.
"The mags or you?"
"I am not saying anything."
With my eyes obviously on his cock, I took a deep breath and said "What do you think?"
The light was much better in his attic room than there had been in Bristol. Rather than a single lamp, the two skylights filled the room with a soft light and, facing each other, I was able to get a much better view of his body and cock. Being into skateboarding and BMX, we were both fit and lean. He had short, messy light brown hair with a little body hair under his arm pits and about his chest. A thin line of brown pubes traced down from his navel to a light pubic bush above an erect, uncut cock. Sure, I had seen plenty of Chris, but in this light I got to really see him in all his magnificence.
He stepped over the magazines, he erect cock swaying from side to side as he moved. Now standing closer to me, he spat into his hand, wrapping it around his cock and began the stroke back and forth. I watched for a while and took my own prick in my hand. It felt glorious; the two of us completely naked, wanking openly together.
We sat back down, next to each other on the sofa, leaning back with our cocks pointing skyward. Chris put his left arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. I hunkered down, my right shoulder snuggly under his arm pit. His expression was one of arousal and his rhythm was slow, savouring his masturbatory pleasure. I was taking a good look at his cock and in the quiet attic room could clearly hear the slap-slap-slapping as he jerked it up and down. His bell-end was a well-defined and bulged out from the shaft of his cock in a most attractive way. The smell of his cock was subtle yet unmistakable in the warm air of the room. It was a familiar smell to me, the smell of male excitement, and at that point in time the only one I knew. I had yet to experience the distinctive smell from a girl when she gets horny. I find both the smell of males and females an overpowering turn-on, but on this occasion it was the smell of Chris that was making me so aroused.
All the while, I matched his rhythm putting on as good a show as he was for me. I hoped that the sight, smell and sounds of my cock were turning him on as much as I was getting turned on. Glancing at him, I was pleased to see that his attention was upon my cock and with that decided to put on more of a show. I placed my right leg over his left and opened my legs, pressing my cock against my belly I starting rubbing it with the palm of my hand. With my free left hand, I cupped my balls, pulling them up so that Chris could watch as I fondled them.
I opened my legs wider and started rubbing the underside of my balls, running my fingers along the ridge connecting my balls with my arsehole. Chris looked me in the face, our eyes met and he grinned broadly at me. I found myself grinning back at him, like we were a couple of naughty boys. Then our gazes returned to each-others cock as our hands played with them.
He lifted his left arm off my shoulder and brought his now free hand to his balls which he started caressing with his fingertips. His movements were slow but sensual and contrast to the steady masturbating of his cock by his right hand. He looked over at my face and saw that I was watching him. He smiled, his cheeks going a little pink. Was this embarrassment or excitement? Either way, he continued fondling his balls and we lay that way for a few minutes: the two of us jerking our cocks with our right hands and playing with our balls with our left hands. Both of us looking down at ourselves, and then over at each other. Running fingers over his balls as if gently tickling them, as he did so, his right hand began steadily speeding up as it worked his cock, up and down with a new-found fervour.
His strokes then became rapid as he headed into orgasm. When he came it shot out with such force that I didn't even see where the first spurt landed. Those that followed landed across his chest and stomach with a load oozing over his hands, and into his pubes. Being able to see the action, it was amazing to see his cock jerk in his hand and the spunk erupted from the tip. Even to this day, I love watching a man cum and on this occasion it immediately tipped me over the edge.
Still cupping my balls with my left hand I felt them twitch and pull in, abruptly, white gobs of semen started pulsing out of my cock head. As white jets spewed from my cock, I saw Chris looking over at me. Like him, I made no attempt to catch my mess, just letting it spray across my chest and stomach as he had done, covering my pubes with beads and strings of cum. Letting the cum flow freely was so much better than into a tissue or sock and I loved the feeling of it on my skin. I continued to slowly pull on my cock even though my orgasm had subsided, squeezing his balls and letting the last drops of cum ooze over my thumb. With those final drops, I stopped wanking and relaxed back into the sofa with a satisfied groan.
I looked at the two of us, covered contently in the mess of our own pleasure, cum dripping over chest, stomach and now softening cocks resting floppily in our wet pubes.
Then, as I lay there recovering, he stood up and He reached under the sofa and pulled out a box of tissues. Grabbing a handful and passing them to me, he laughed and said, "I think you'll need these".
He started by wiping the cum from his chest, his cock still half-erect stood out from his body, pointing downwards, a drip of cum hanging from the end. I continued to watch as he wiped his cock and balls. There is something I love about the ways cocks move, something impressive even when soft, the way they swing and the fleshy bounce.
As he finished off cleaning himself up, wiping the sweat from his arse crack, I too stood up. I wiped cum from my chest and we looked at each other again. This time I grinned first and he followed suit. Being nude in front of each other in itself felt pretty good, being comfortable masturbating together even better. We weren't self-conscious about nudity or whatever state our cocks were in, that this was okay, that this was actually fucking good. Standing there I felt a confidence and a fresh appreciation of my own sexuality, like I was somehow more in touch with my masculinity.
"We still got a few more beers. Fancy one?" I nodded, wiping cum from my cock, still smiling.
We fell back on to the sofa and sat side by side. We didn't speak for a moment or two and then fell about laughing. I felt like we had crossed a bridge and that we were obviously aware that we were enjoying having a bit of man-on-man action.
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