Tim and Me

By too blue

Published on Sep 21, 1999

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Disclaimer. This is a story about 2 young men of legal age engaged in a masturbation contest. If you're under 18 or if reading this is against the law where you live, or if this kind of story simply offends, you should leave this page at once. The story is about as true as the characters in it are straight.

TIM AND ME

By Alex McIntire

Let me tell you about my college roommate, Tim. He and I were j/o and then suck buddies back in school. It started out one night after we'd both come back from a frat party early in the fall empty handed.

The fact that we'd had a few too many beers probably made it easier for him to complain openly about needing to get off, and how he was gonna have to settle for second best tonight. He said this waving his fingers at me. I told Tim I'd wait outside our room in the dorm lounge if he wanted, but he grinned and said he'd like company. Seems he likes to show off.

We went inside our room and he flipped on the stereo, almost too loud but he held his finger up to his lips: have to muffle the noise somehow. We pulled out our desk chairs and faced each other. I guess the buzz from all that brew covered our nervousness because he just grinned at me, opened his fly, fished around a sec, and then pulled out his droopy soldier.

He yanked on it a few times to get hard, and then reached up, popped the button on his jeans, and sat up some. He pushed his pants and boxers down over his thighs and sat down again, grunting with satisfaction. He let out a long, deep breath and then started on himself.

Tim has the usual white-boy 6-incher, although the head and balls are something to see! His shaft's normal, but there's a huge mushroom at the top and a pair of super low hangers. Nice spray of brown pubes around the base, fanning out over his lower tummy and leading to what I would eventually find out is a pretty hairy chest and set of pits. "You can do it too, if you wanna", Tim mumbled, his eyes half closed.

Now, I'd never played around with another guy or even done a circle number in high school. And I was on the soccer team! I don't know if we hadn't been looking for pussy that night if I'd have been interested in staying in the room with him. Mighta been too weird. I mean, I'm not gay (right?).

Anyway, Tim closes his eyes, leans his head forward, and starts to shaft his piece. The first jack up, he's got a monster drop of pre-goo pearling at the tip. He smears it over the crown, and another appears; smears this, then another appears, and so on for a while, until his dick is shiny and slick with the stuff. It's like he produces this shit on demand!

He starts to crank and I realize I'm hot and I wanna come with him, so I do like he does and push my jeans and briefs down to my thighs. We're about the same size in the meat department, but my balls are in a tighter sac. Always are, not just when I'm stoked. Also, I'm way more hairy down there. It's all over my baby-makers and up into my ass. Got a pretty smooth stomach and chest, though. Anyway, I groan to let Tim know I'm with him.

"Cool one, dude! That's the way to do it, stroke nice and slow. Match me, man. Go easy but try to catch up" he says thick and low and kinda shaky.

I'm a bit behind, but not much. There we are, two 18-year old pups at college, kinda drunk (happy but not blotto), unlucky with girls at least for tonight, keeping each other company. By now my cock's wet and sticky with pre-cum and some spit I looged down on my hand when the stuff started to dry up. I don't make near as much juice as Tim does at the beginning, so I gotta do something, right?

"Tim, man, lissen up," I say all conspiratorial-like. As if anyone else is in the room to hear what I have to say...

"Yeah, bud?" he answers.

"Can you stand up and spunk it? Let's see who can shoot farther" I say.

"Right," Tim replies shaking his head up and down, biting on his lower lip. "And who can last longer and who's got the most stuff..." his voice trails off as he stops jacking and looks over at me trying to focus his eyes more keenly on my crotch.

"You ever done this before, man? 'Nad it with another dude?" he asks.

I shake my head no, and he grins. "Cool to be your first, man. Could be a regular deal if we keep it quiet" he says, one hand playing mindlessly with his cock and the other fluffing through his pubes. He lifts his hands to his nose and sniffs, looks at me, and we start to laugh.

"Let's get going, man. Cum contest!" he says.

We both stand up, facing each other and we return to jacking ourselves. After a few seconds, we're back up to speed and getting close. Tim takes 2-3 steps toward me, shuffling with his jeans around his ankles now, and turns in the same direction I'm standing in.

"Lissen, man", he says. I can smell the beer on his breath. "You got more room on the carpet over here. I'm gonna stand next to you, so's we can both let it rip, else one of us is gonna get hit. That OK with you?" he asks.

My legs are wobbly and I can feel my face is flushed. I look at him and nod curtly. Sometimes I have a hard time getting my nut, and I was afraid if I talked I'd break concentration and lose wood. I mean, it was all I could do not to think how I'd never done this with another guy present before.

Tim gets on my left side and resumes cranking his joint. "Really wanna see your stuff, man, how much you got in there" he says, eyes down at my tool. I look over at his meat and see that 'shroom-shaped head of his is flared out and angry-red, the pisser wide open with fluid oozing out it and onto Tim's thighs. Some of the strands are snapped across the hair on his legs, some of it speckling his bush.

"Looks good, man. You're gonna be first, I bet" he grunts, breathing hard and clearing his throat halfway through the sentence. My dick's very wet and I can feel my bag start to pull up some. I think of yanking it down (always makes it feel better), but I kinda want to be first even though I figure this makes me the loser. Big whoop: we're gonna have other times together like this, I know it!

Right now my heart's beating like crazy and I'm having a hard time breathing. Never got as worked up with a chick like I am with Tim now. It was like I was scared and happy at the same time. The idea of letting him watch me spooge, and him wanting to see it! Man! Like I really wanna show him what I can do, you know?

I start making the kinda noises dogs make when they pull hard on their leashes, ragged and irregular breaths and a few grunts like I'm lifting something heavy and Tim's right: I'm there! In rapid succession, 2-3 jets of sperm shoot out my dick head and fly in wobbly arcs out across the floor. I'm not aiming at anything special, just down at a 45-degree angle. There's a dull pitter-patter as my spunk lands on the carpet.

This is followed immediately by another sharp nut burst, then another. Both of these land on my Nikes. Finally a bubbly gurgle of syrup pumps outta my crank as my legs start to buckle, my chest heaves, and I sink half-way to the stained carpet.

I stay down there, catching my breath, holding the fist of my clean hand up to my mouth, blowing through it, trying to recover. Whew!

"Excellent, man! Whoa! Really good to see you cream like that. If I see a guy nut that way, I can't hold back no more. Really good, oh! man! Yeah! Fuuuck!" Tim says, partly to me, partly to himself, and partly to no one in particular. His body jerks very sharply up, he stands on his toes, his neck snaps back slightly, and then his stomach tightens and then heaves out as he blows his load.

He's got about as much juice as me, I guess, although I was thinking I shoot a pretty good load. Then again, what did I know, since I'd never done this before. Only thing is, he doesn't go very far. His cum kinda boils out the head of his wang, kinda like lava. Globs of it, man! It just oozes out the piss slit and dribbles down his shaft into his bush, and from there it runs into the place where his thigh meets his crotch. I dunno. Not too dramatic, but it's kinda cool that way. Puddled up, it looks like twice as much as mine.

Then he lets out a long breath, like how he got started this evening, and sinks down next to me. We're both on our knees, butts resting on our heels.

Breathing hard. The carpet's a mess from me, and we're both losing bone. He holds out his sticky hand to me. "Want some?" he says with a completely serious face.

I'm tempted but don't do anything about it. He shrugs and starts to eat his spooge. I squeeze a thick smudge of the last bit of goo outta my dick head and and lick it. Scrape a little of my stuff off the floor onto my fingers and lick that, too. I start to chuckle and it builds to a hearty laugh. Tim smiles, snorts, then guffaws, and keeps on licking the cum off his fingers.

We reach out for our chairs, pull ourselves up off the floor, and stand there, our cocks hanging heavy and satisfied now, mostly soft and bloated and sleepy. Tim raises his sticky hand at me. There's still a lotta jizz there. I palm him, like giving him five without the smack, and then surprise us both by pressing my hand to my mouth, tasting his spunk and spit.

A lot more than that happened back at school. We went from j/o to sucking each other. Although we had our share of hook-up quim, neither of us ever had a regular girlfriend. I don't think we talked about it much. Mostly it just happened. And it happened a lot over 4 years' time. Stay tuned.

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