By Bacteriaburger
Chapter 2
McConnell was our regular weed
hook-up. He was a great dealer—-he
always had good weed in good supply, and he sold nice fat bags and a reasonable
price. Aside from that, he was just a
great guy. As I heard it, he’d only gone
to
“Well,
well, if it isn’t Nathaniel,” he said when he opened the door. McConnell was a Texan, a big, strapping dude
with blond hair and a mile-wide grin.
"Come in, come in,” he said in his southern drawl, opening the door
for me.
“So how’s tricks, McConnell?” I asked.
“Goin good, Nate. Business is booming, life
is sweet.” I followed him into
the living room. Usually there was a
bunch of stoned guys hanging out on his couch, but today he was alone. I sat down and watched him break up the
weed.
“That
should do ya,” McConnell said, handing me a bag
sagging with fluffy green buds. I took a
big whiff of it, it smelled fresh and heady.
“Want to smoke
with me? You got anything to do?” I
asked.
“I ain’t got shit to do, Nate. Hand that over and I’ll roll us up a joint,”
McConnell
said. As he rolled it up we made small talk. He asked me what Darrin and Randy were up to;
asked if any of us had girlfriends.
“Nope,” I
said, and left it at that. “So how’s
your girl?”
“She’s
alright,” he said. “She’s good for
certain things--you know what I’m sayin’?” We laughed.
“Still, I’d just as soon be jacking off some of the time, for all the
trouble she causes me.”
“Hm, yeah,” I said, taking a drag off the joint. “I do a good bit of that. Jacking off, I mean.” I handed the joint back to him, blowing out
my hit in a thick white cloud of smoke.
“You ever
spice it up?” McConnell said, smiling at
me and taking the joint between his lips.
“What do you
mean?”
“You know,” he
said, holding in his hit. “Like get your
buddies to help you out.”
I kind of
froze. It was like he had read my
mind. I didn’t say anything as he
exhaled and handed me the burning roach.
“Now this
is just between friends," McConnell continued, "but I used to get in
circle jerks with my buddies all the time.
I kinda miss it. A cheap thrill, y’know?” I
took a hit.
“You ever do anything like that?” he
asked. I lied, and shook my head. “I had this one
friend who used to suck me off,” he said, looking beyond me, a nostalgic smile
on his face. “I guess he was gay. He gave great head though, better than any
girl I’ve ever had”
“Seriously?” I asked, my voice cracking a little. McConnell didn’t seem fazed a bit by what he
was revealing to me.
“Seriously,”
he said. He slapped me on the
thigh. “So find yourself a nice
cocksucker, buddy. Maybe in the campus
bathroom or something,” he said, laughing.
I laughed with him, but inside I was reeling. I was half compelled to come clean, to tell
him what my buddies and I had done that very morning, and how much I’d enjoyed
it. But instead I kept quiet.
After
paying McConnell I headed home, flying high and enjoying the breeze on my face
as I biked down the street. Once the
initial shock wore off, it occurred to me how cool McConnell’s attitude
was. It wasn’t like all the homophobic
posturing that so many guys put off.
They talk and joke about gay sex almost to the point of obsession. You get the sense that they’re curious about
it, but would never act on it for fear of being judged or labeled a certain
way.
McConnell
had actually fucked around with other guys, and he didn’t seem ashamed by it in
the least. On the contrary, it seemed to
have been a pretty positive experience for him, which was kind of
refreshing.
It all
seemed to fall into place so easily after that for my buddies and I. Randy and Darrin
and I never had some “big conversation” about the fact that we’d beat off
together. It was taken in stride.
It wasn’t long before it happened
again. Once again, we were drunk and had
just gotten home from a party. Randy
instigated things, as he usually did, by putting one of Darrin’s porno movies
into the VCR, and being the first to whip out his cock. This time, though, we all sat around the TV
together, and we kept the lights on.
Darrin slid off his shorts next, giving
Randy and me our first peeks of his big dick when it was hard. It was impressive-—more than impressive. It stood out from his body like an ivory
monolith, really thick and solid.
“Damn, Darrin,” Randy said, stroking his
own dick and looking straight at Darrin’s crotch. “That’s one big cock you got.”
“Yeah,” Darrin said with a note of
pride. He slid his palm up and down his
shaft, watching Randy, who was beating his meat at a clip. I wasted no time getting myself in on the
action, taking off my pants and letting Darrin and Randy get a good view of my
hard on. We beat off like that, seated
in a circle around the TV. We kept
stealing glances at one another, and then when we realized we were all doing it
we just dropped the act and openly checked each other out. The porno movie faded into the background.
I
was fascinated by Darrin’s dick, and from the way Randy was staring at it he
felt much the same way. I’d never seen
such a big dick before. I had just been
thinking that I wanted to reach over and feel it, when Randy spoke up.
“You guys mind if I suggest something?” he
said. I shook my head. Darrin had his head cocked, waiting for Randy
to speak. “Well, we’re all sitting
around here beating off, right? So why
don’t we just take it an extra step and beat each other off. It’s not like anybody’s ever going to have to
know, right?”
I looked at Darrin, who was giving Randy a
look, like he wasn’t sure what to think.
Randy just shrugged.
“I mean, what the fuck is the
difference? It’s just a hand, anyway,
right? And it’ll feel fucking good. Ten times better than if we
were doing it ourselves.”
“I’m
down,” I said, and we looked to Darrin.
“Alright,”
Darrin said. Randy reached over and took
Darrin’s dick in his hand, I reached over and took Randy’s, and Darrin wrapped
his hand around mine. I had to concede
with Randy’s theory-—not only did it feel better than if I was doing it myself,
it felt fucking amazing. It was just as
hot to me to have Randy’s dick in my hand as to feel Darrin’s hand steadily
beating me off. Randy’s cock was really
sensitive-—thin and rock-hard, it would react really intensely when I’d stroke
the head.
We built up a rhythm among the three of
us, and it was obvious from our breathing that we were all about to loose it. Darrin’s dick was slick and juicy in
Randy’s hand. Darrin was the first to
come. Randy kept a steady stroke on his pole, pumping out a healthy load of jizz
which spurted and drizzled all over Randy’s thrusting hand.
Randy’s modest prick shot off next. I couldn’t believe the amount of jizz that issued from his dick—-thick ropes spewed out, his
balls contracting with each shot, landing all over his chest and my hand.
That was enough to bring me off, and I had
to push Darrin’s hand away because he kept stroking the sensitive head of my
dick after I’d spooged all over the floor.
We cleaned up with a dirty towel and
passed out soon afterward. It was the
first circle jerk we’d had in the dorm, but we only had a couple more after
that. Spring seemed to come out of nowhere,
and before I knew it finals were upon us.
***
The
summer after my first year of college sits very distinctly in my memory. I spent it in my hometown, in the miserable
way that many college freshmen do, caught between our high school and our
college selves. Randy wasn’t around,
having went back to the bumfuck town he was from some
two hours away. We’d made plans to get
together later that summer and go to the city, to try and find an apartment for
all three of us to live in our sophomore year, but the vast majority of the
summer was just Darrin and I, stuck in suburbia.
We hung
out on a daily basis. Neither of us had
a job, so we really didn’t do much of anything other than skate around town,
and look for cheap thrills. In the
evening we’d retire to Darrin’s house and play video games.
And of
course we jacked off a lot. But not at first.
In those first weeks of summer we would be
hanging out along in Darrin’s room, and an uncomfortable silence would
descend. We both knew we weren’t getting
laid, and we barely had time to beat off by ourselves because we were around
each other so much. Still, neither of us
got the courage to say the words and break the spell. I guess we were both used to Randy
instigating things. Now that he wasn’t
around, we had to get used to it being just the two of us.
So one hot June night, I decided to take
it upon myself. We were sitting beside
each other on Darrin’s floor-—he in his beanbag, me leaning against his
bed. We’d been talking about sex pretty
much all night—-talking about our dicks, talking about girls. By this time we were the only ones awake in
the house. I knew Darrin had a stash of
porn somewhere hidden in his room, and I’d been trying to work up the courage
to ask him about it all summer.
We were watching a food dehydrator
infomercial.
“This sucks,” I said.
“Yeah,” Darrin agreed. I let out my breath. Darrin ran his fingers through his hair. My underwear was sweaty and I wanted to take
it off.
“What do you have to watch?” I said, hoping
he’d pick up on the hint.
“I don’t know,” he said, getting up to
root through his videos. His shorts hung
low off of his sweaty hips. “A bunch of shit.”
“What about your porn?”
“Oh, yeah,” Darrin said,
immediately reaching under his bed and pulling out a box of magazines and
videos, which he held out for my approval.
“Fuck yeah,” I said, “Put one of those
in.” And that was all it took. Something we’d both wanted to happen for
weeks was happening, just because I’d said the magic words and broken the
spell.
We settled back while the porno got
started. It was weird how quickly things
relaxed after that. This was going to be
cool, I thought. Just
me and Darrin, beating off together.
“I
am hard as a fucking rock,” I said to Darrin.
He just laughed. “For real,
dude,” I continued, “Check this out.”
Darrin watched me as I unzipped my shorts and took out my cock, holding
it out for him to see.
“I’m about as hard as you are,” Darrin
said, tripping over his words a little.
It was funny how nervous he was.
You would have thought we’d never done anything like this before.
“For real?” I asked him, and I reached over to feel the
crotch of his pants. It didn’t take me
long to find the huge, hard tube throbbing against his leg.
I took my hand away, and Darrin slid his
shorts off. His hard cock stuck out from
his body more or less horizontally, rising upward only a few degrees because it
was so big and heavy. He sat back and we
took our cocks into our own hands, our sweat-slickened
palms running easily along our pricks. I
grabbed my balls, feeling my sack and rolling them around in my hand, and
Darrin did the same.
“This is cool,” I said to him, and we smiled
at each other.
“Yeah,” he said. “I was kind of wondering if we’d ever get
around to it.”
“No shit,” I said. On the screen, a black cheerleader was
getting pounded. Darrin was watching me,
and I was watching him. We were thisclose, so I just reached over and started pumping his
prick. He sighed and sank back a little
as I worked his dick. After a minute he
took hold of mine, and then we were unabashedly jerking each other off. I reached down and felt his hairy balls, and
he did the same. We went like that for a
while, just exploring each other’s dicks.
It was getting hotter in the room by the second, and we were both
working each other over pretty good.
I
loved the size and mass of Darrin’s cock.
I worked on it like a piston, stroking as hard and tight as I wanted to,
then sliding my fingers up to squeeze and juice his big head. He really seemed to like that.
Darrin’s hand just wrapped around my dick
and stroked, working my sensitive cock against his rough palm in firm,
insistent strokes. I knew I wasn’t going
to last long. Darrin was working me at a
clip, and I had him revved up pretty well, too.
Soon I felt my load start to rise out of my nuts.
“I’m gonna cum,”
I said.
“Me too,” Darrin said in a whisper.
“Ahhh,” I
moaned, as the first shot came streaking out of my cock and flying up towards
my neck. I hadn’t cum in days, and my
load poured out like water from a faucet onto my burning skin.
Darrin was thrusting his hips in time with
my fist, fucking his big dick into my palm.
I reached over and started working it with both hands, playing with his
hairy balls. I got closer and closer to
his Darrin’s dick. It looked like it was
sculpted out of marble. It was
beautiful.
I have to say, the idea did occur to me at
to put it in my mouth. But then his nuts
tightened up even further into his body.
He moaned, shuddering as he came, his load pooling onto his
stomach. I kept my hand on his shaft,
not wanting to touch the sensitive head after he’d shot. Still keeping a firm handle on his balls, he spasmed twice more, and then he was
done.
We were both covered in cum. I stood up and he stood up next to me, our
cum dripping onto his carpet
“You got a towel or something?” I
asked. Sometimes Darrin could be a
little thick, especially when he was stoned.
We cleaned up, then he climbed into bed and I laid
on a blanket on his floor. I stayed up
for a little while, just listening to the fan.
I felt pretty content. Maybe it wasn’t
going to be such a bad summer, after all.