Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2006 08:40:46 -0700
From: Steve J <stevesjournal@hotmail.com>
Subject: Steve and Steve 5

Disclaimer...

I don't remember all of the conversation with Steve last night.  As soon as
he'd dropped the bomb on me about his family moving away it seemed like I
was hearing his voice through a vacuum.  I could hear his voice but the
words had lost their meaning.  Steve had been my best friend since as long
as I could remember, and our relationship had developed much stronger during
the last few months.  I had no idea where our explorations of masturbation
were leading us, but knew intuitively that I would never have an opportunity
to share these experiences with anyone else.

Conflicting emotions running through my head kept me up well into the night.
  Several times I started to masturbate as images of from that afternoon
flooded my imagination; Steve's sunshine-illuminated body, the wooden stick
plunging in and out of his ass, his heavy balls swaying back and forth as he
fucked himself, and finally his thick cock shooting thick strands of his
pungent cum.  Was it the situation that was getting me aroused?  Was I
turned on simply by knowing how incredible it must have felt to have an ass
full of 10 inches of wood and fingers, or was I getting turned on by Steve?
These thoughts kept on fighting with the erotic images I had burned into my
brain, making it impossible for me to get into a good jerk-off mood.  I
finally fell into a fitful sleep.

My dream that night was a partial replay of that afternoon.  I was watching
Steve jerking off in his shower, but he couldn't see me.  He was in the
shower pounding his raging hard on, and poking his fingers into his ass.
When he went to his bedroom and started to pound his cock, I was standing
next to the bed, naked.  Still not seeming to notice my presence in his
room, Steve reached his hand out and took hold of my erect cock, which
pulled away from my body without any resistance.  Still hard and throbbing,
my detached cock took the place of the "Kubotan" Karate tool and he started
fucking himself with it.  I could feel everything, even though I was no
longer in control of my cock.  His ass muscles, in my dream, worked my cock
just like his hands did, producing the "schlep, schlep, schlep" sound that
was so intoxicating to me.

Luckily, before I had a wet dream my alarm clock woke me up.  I was able to
take care of my aching hard on in the shower, and caught up to Steve on the
way to school.  His eyes were puffier than they normally looked in the
morning, and I knew that he'd been crying more.  We talked a bit about his
father's job transfer, but didn't really get into a discussion.  I wasn't
sure how I'd feel if my dad got a transfer to a better job in a bigger city,
but I didn't want to press Steve for too many details until he was over the
initial shock.

As we rode our bikes lazily onto school, I caught myself checking out
Steve's ass more than once.  I was intrigued by how much mastery he had in
stimulating his hole, more than I thought I'd ever have.  I hoped that we'd
have some time to "practice" jerking off again, and maybe I could ask him
about sticking things up my butt.  Now was not the time.

"What are you doing after school today?" Steve asked as we were walking into
school from the bike park.

"Same old, I guess.  Do you want to hang out?"  I answered.

"I gotta ask you about something...meet me after school?" he said.

The day was pretty boring.  School term was almost over, and most of our
grades were already tallied.  What's the deal with the last 4 weeks of
school?  Why can't the teachers just admit there's no more learning to do,
and give us an extended vacation?

We were halfway home, having said goodbye to a couple of guys on the
wrestling team who lived in the next neighborhood.  Steve motioned for me to
pull up beside him so we could talk.

"About yesterday..." he started.  "I don't want you to think I'm a freak or
anything."

"I feel terrible about walking in on you like that...but you did leave the
door open." I smiled.

"I know we talked a little about this kind of stuff, you know, jerking off
and everything..." he said.

"It's cool.  You're not the only guy who has tried to stick things up his
ass." I said.  I was still embarrassed that I'd cum by watching Steve jerk
himself off, and hoped he wouldn't say anything about it.

"I've got something that I want to you see, and then maybe you can do me a
favor." Steve said, shyly.

We got to his house, grabbed juice boxes as usual, and headed to the rec
room.  Steve produced a VHS tape from his stash of tapes and video games
(the perfect hiding place for personal items is in plain view) and shoved it
into the VCR.  I knew what to expect...we'd been watching porno's together
every week for the past few months, and Steve had a friend with a satellite
dish who kept the new material coming.  I settled back to the couch,
noticing that Steve had put himself right in the middle, so that our bodies
were touching.  It wasn't uncomfortable, but wasn't what I had expected.

The movie was a 70's masterpiece featuring a fairly trim Ron Jeremy, and
some other performers from the era.  The opening scene looked like what I
imagined a Village People after-hours party would be.  Ron Jeremy and
another construction worker type skewering a woman from both ends in a fake
construction site, both guys still wearing hard-hats, the other guy had a
utility belt on.  It was my first time seeing Ron Jeremy, and I got the
usual thrill of seeing such a huge cock going to work.  I felt my own cock
starting to inflate as the scene progressed.  I was still a virgin, but
imagined what it would feel like to have such a long penis, and to be able
to shove it in and out of a woman's pussy.  In between positions, Ron would
bend over and "self-lubricate" his cock-head.  I had never seen a guy do
this in any of the other movies Steve and I had watched, and Steve felt my
surprised twitch.

"Fuck, I wish I could do that" Steve said, reaching down to slowly adjust
himself.  "There's nothing like the feeling you get when you jerk yourself
off, but could you imagine being able to get head anytime you want?"

"Can you reach your cock with your mouth?" I asked, knowing that it was
almost impossible.  I had tried once or twice to roll my legs over my head,
but was not flexible enough to get within more than 6 inches away from my
cock.

"No way man, you have to be double-jointed to do that." Steve said, and then
added "the best I can do is lick the head."

"Prove it, liar!" I said, but Steve just shoved me with his elbow.

In the movie Ron continued to fuck the woman senseless before pulling out of
her swollen twat and spewing a huge load right on her cunt.  He didn't touch
his cock at all, just pulled it out and let it unload.  Steve had started
rubbing his crotch during the first scene, and was now rubbing his hand up
and down the length of his cock, whose outline was clearly visible in his
shorts.  Just like in our other few jerk-off sessions there was a feeling of
sexual tension; both of us were young and horny, and I loved it when we had
jerked off together, but neither of us wanted to be the first to whip out
his shlong.  I started to rub myself, gripping my cock shaft between my
index finger and thumb and slowly sliding my hand up and down, making my
painful erection obvious.

"I can't take much more of this without some relief." I said.

"You mean like this?" Steve said as he reached over with his left hand and
pulled down the front of my shorts.  The head of my cock was temporarily
pulled down by my waistband, but quickly snapped free and hit my stomach
with a slap.  Not stopping there, Steve reached over with his right hand,
and started to caress my cock and balls.  I kind of froze, not knowing where
to put my hands, and not able to get at his package because of the position
of his torso, so I tried to act cool and comment on the video.

In the new scene Ron Jeremy had just walked into an orgy (you gotta love the
plot lines of those 70's era flicks) and walked over to a naked woman who
immediately reached into his pants and started jerking his pole.  Steve had
been watching my cock pretty intently, and had kindly spread the leaking
precum around the head with his fingers, and was now copying the stroke
rhythm of the girl on screen.

"Fuck that feels good." I said, not wanting him to stop.  "Do it just like
the movie."

Steve relaxed his grip on my cock long enough to pull off his shorts and
t-shirt, his fully engorged cock flopping out right at my eye level.  I
quickly shucked my clothes, and pulled Steve back onto the sofa by his cock.
  His well-developed prick was as hard, or harder, than mine, but felt
spongier as well.  I remembered how my own cock had puffed up after copying
Steve's masturbating "technique" and guessed that my own cock would
eventually fill out the way his did.  I started to jerk Steve's cock in
appreciation for his renewed servicing of my cock, and we both tried to
match the girl in the scene.  She was now kneeling in front of Ron Jeremy,
and was pumping his huge penis with both hands, twisting her hands together
in alternate directions as she slow jerked him up and down.  He didn't look
like he was fully hard yet, but my own cock felt close to exploding.

"Just like the movie" Steve said, as we criss-crossed our arms and tried to
mimic what the woman on-screen was doing.  After a few moments, the camera
cut to another couple in a heated doggie-style fuck, and Steve broke contact
with my cock and started to pump himself.  No doubt about it, Steve was a
pro at jerking off, and I realized that my attempts to mimic his strokes
were not as good as his own practiced form.  His touch on my cock was
electric, and I watched him stroking his shaft, hoping to learn and improve
my own technique.  Steve didn't seem to mind that I was staring at his cock.
  In fact it seemed to encourage him.  Now that we were both naked and
getting worked up by the movie Steve seemed to relax a bit, and started to
vocalize his feelings, saying things like "I love jerking my cock" and "wish
I had a girlfriend like that", and other random comments that added to the
overall sexual mood.

Now the camera had again returned to Ron Jeremy and the woman who was
jerking him off.  She had slid both of her hands to the base of his cock,
and slowly started taking his length into her mouth.  It was hot, watching
this slender woman choking down such a huge dick, and all the while she kept
looking up at Ron.  She got stuck about half-way down, and then slowly
backed up again until the head of his cock popped out of her mouth.  In true
Ron Jeremy fashion, he gripped the shaft like a baseball bat, and started
whacking her on the face with it a few times before shoving it back into her
mouth, this time a little bit further.

"That looks fucking awesome!" Steve said as the camera zoomed in for a close
up of Ron's cock sliding slowly in and out of the woman's very red lips.  I
wasn't sure what Steve meant...was the blowjob awesome, or did Ron's cock look
awesome?  I just agreed, and picked up the pace with my own cock-fondling.
I felt the tell-tale tightness in my balls, and quickly reached down with my
left hand to give them a tug.  Steve's left hand also traveled between his
legs, but down underneath his balls, so I knew he was pressing into his
prostrate.  He rolled his head back and started seriously jacking off,
giving me the chance to gaze at him fully.  We had never really made eye
contact while jerking off together; it would have been "weird" somehow.  I
was able to see more details about Steve's body, which I'd seen so many
times, but had never really noticed.  His lack of body hair contrasted to my
own fairly hairy chest and legs.  Steve had zero hair on his chest, and only
a very faint treasure trail leading to his thick, brown pubes.  His nipples
were much larger than mine, and had little dimples in the top.  Once when we
were wrestling I gave his tit a squeeze and it really hurt him, so I knew
that his nipples were sensitive.  Steve's musculature was also more defined
than mine.  We both had lean, hard physiques from all of the wrestling
workouts and sports, but I was a bit stockier while Steve looked like a
tri-athlete.

The biggest difference was definitely in the thickness of our cocks.
Steve's must have been one and a half times thicker than mine, making his
cock look much larger.  It also felt heavier than mine, more robust.  I
watched his fist pumping up and down his cock, the way his ab muscles flexed
at the top of each stroke when he rolled over the head, and the way his
thighs flexed on the bottom of each downward pump.  He really was a
well-tuned jerk-off machine.  I turned my attention back to the movie, and
gently jerked my cock up and down, careful not to be too aggressive and blow
my load.

"Fuck, this film is awesome!" said Steve.  "I'm going to need some lube.  Do
you want some?"

"Sure!" I agreed, and watched Steve's tight ass saunter out of the room as
he went to find some lotion.  He came back a few moments later, and I loved
seeing the way his cock swayed back and forth with each step, like the head
of a monitor lizard slowly gazing left and right.  He moved right over to
me, and knelt between my legs.  Very casually, he popped open the bottle of
lotion and poured some out into his hands.  Then, after getting my tentative
nod of approval (I couldn't think of anything to say), he started greasing
me up.  I had been able to cool off a bit, and since Steve had left to get
the lotion I hadn't touched my prick, otherwise I am sure I would have
ejaculated right away.  Instead, I was able to enjoy watching my best friend
rubbing lotion all the way along the underside of my shaft, and then
gripping my cock in his fist as he started to pump me up.  This was the
first time that Steve had grabbed my cock from the front, so his palm was on
the top side and his fingers curled around to the base.  It was thrilling to
watch his finger tips caressing and sliding along the thick central vein
that runs down the length of my shaft, and then watch my balls part as his
fingers pressed into them.

Steve's large cock was still as hard as ever and when he leaned forward to
adjust his grip his cock head pressed in between my thighs, right beneath my
ball sac.  Instinctively I leaned over to grab the bottle of lotion from the
floor, and then leaned back on the sofa, reaching for Steve's cock.  Before
today the only cock contact that we had attempted was in jerking each other,
other than some accidental cock to body contact as we jerked each other off.
  As I reached down to grease Steve's thick tube, he moved his hips forward
to make it easier for me.  This accomplished more than he had intended;
first, it made his cock stick out obscenely from his torso...I looked fucking
huge up close and sticking out like that; second, it brought his cock
directly over mine.  As I gripped his shaft and started to lube him up, he
continued to move his hips back and forth, until our balls were pressing
into each other and the bases of our cocks started rubbing against each
other.

Steve took his hand off of my cock, moving my hand aside and letting his hot
cock flop down to rest directly on mine.  The heat and weight of his cock
felt awesome, and I let out a gasp of pleasure as these new sensations took
me closer to the edge.  Steve started pumping his hips again, letting his
cock-head slide all the way down to the base of my cock, and then move back
up until I could barely see my prick under his.

"That feels fucking awesome!  If you don't stop I'm going to shoot!" I
warned.

His hand squeezed our cocks together firmly, and I could feel the throbbing
pulse emanating from the base of his heavy, thick member.  Our balls pressed
together, and I felt mine draw up again sharply.  Steve must have sensed my
building orgasm because he stopped jacking our cocks for a few seconds and
we both watched as our pricks bobbed up and down on their own.  Steve's cock
leaked a large drop of precum which lazily rolled out of his piss-slit, and
dripped down onto the underside of my own generously leaking head.  Keeping
his grip in place Steve slowly moved his hips back, pulling his balls away
from mine, and making his cock slide down the length of my shaft, only
stopping when just the mushroom head was still under the control of his
thumb, and then driving his hips forward again.  I can't describe the
feeling accurately, but it was such a potent combination - the spongy heat
of his rock-hard cock as it drove up and down my own aching boner - that in
no time I erupted in a huge orgasm, letting loose 3 or 4 thick volleys of
cum, and several more smaller spurts, which were directed by Steve's grip
down onto my stomach.  Still, Steve kept on pumping back and forth with his
hips, like he was fucking his hand, or trying to fuck me.  When my cock
finally stopped oozing cum, Steve pulled back from me, and then sat down on
the sofa again.

Saying nothing he reached over with his left hand to scoop up some of my
still-hot cum which he then smeared down his shiny red shaft.  Schlep.
Schlep.  Schlep.  He really started working his hand up and down his shaft,
twisting his hand around and over the head on each stroke.  I couldn't help
staring again.  His cock looked like it was going to burst, but I knew that
even though he was super turned-on, Steve had a lot of stamina.  I felt a
little awkward now that I had cum, but my cock was showing no signs of going
down, so I copied Steve and smeared the remaining cum from my belly onto my
shaft, and started to gently jerk off.  Steve pumped for a few minutes
without stopping, and we both focused on the porno again.

"So did you jerk off this morning, or what?" I ventured.

Steve didn't speak, but just shook his head to signal no.

"Getting close?" I asked.

Steve stopped pumping and pressed his cock at the base with his index
fingers and thumbs to make it stick straight up.  Then he forced blood into
it by contracting his cock muscles, to show me how pumped up his cock was.
My cum had blended in with the lotion, creating milky pattern lines all over
its surface.  It was now as big as I had ever seen it, so I guessed that he
was close to coming.  I felt weird again.  Here I was with my best friend on
a school day afternoon, bare-assed naked, and jerking off on his sofa, and
now his huge cock was coated with my cum.  I was sure that it was not just
the porno's that were getting us both worked up.  I was also getting turned
on watching Steve jerk off, and was positive that he got off getting me off.
  Why else would he be touching me so freely, and using my cum to wax his
shaft?

I moved off the sofa and knelt between Steve's legs, taking the same
position that he had done with me.  Then, leaning forward I pressed both of
our cocks together and started to jerk us both off, letting Steve experience
the same sensations that I had felt moments ago.  He gasped a bit as my hand
bottomed out on our shafts, and I reached down with my left hand to
stimulate his prostrate gland, pressing underneath his balls, and feeling
his cock surge a bit.  Our cocks were so slick with the lotion and cum that
some excess had trickled down below Steve's balls, and I started to massage
the root of his cock with my fingers.  Slowly, as I pumped our cocks up and
down with my right hand, my left hand moved from under his balls right to
the edge of his ass, following that little ridge of flesh that feels so good
when you touch it.  Steve started moaning a bit each time my finger neared
his anus and my curiosity from seeing him playing with his ass the previous
day go the best of me.  Without asking I let my fingers gently run around
the rim of his hole a few times, then continued the up and down path to his
balls.  In a few such moves his ass was very moist, and I could feel the
heat from his pulsing hole.  I was finding it hard to keep both of my hands
working simultaneously, and adopted his grip-fuck technique with my right
hand, holding onto our cocks, and letting my now-recovered penis to slide up
and down freely against Steve's as my hips pumped back and forth.  This let
me focus on the fingers of my left hand.  Steve's face was flushed as I
continued to circle and press my fingers into his ass, smearing as much lube
and sweat from his balls as I could.  Finally I stopped pumping my hips so I
could watch as my index finger firmly pressed into Steve's hole.

It went in easily, and I let it slide all the way in before twisting it a
bit and pulling it out.  His ass was not as tight as my own, and it only
took a few pumps with my finger to settle into a steady rhythm.  I could
feel his cock twitching as my finger worked in and out of his hole, and
started to push harder and deeper.  Pulling my finger almost all the way out
I started to tug sideways and up and down and then gently pressed my middle
finger up and into his tight chute.  Steve let out a gasp and took control
of his cock again, frantically pumping as my fingers pressed in all the way.
  Adding my second finger made it possible to reach his prostrate gland,
which I started to assault freely.  I knew that he could take it after
watching him rape himself with the broom handle, and I loved watching him
writhe on the sofa in total abandonment.  My cock was now throbbing, and I
knew that it wouldn't take much more for me to cum, so I slipped my cock
back out of Steve's grip to give myself a bit of a breather.  Steve's
stomach muscles were flexing with each downward stroke on his cock, and
every time he brought his fist down his ass pressed down onto my fingers, so
I didn't really need to move my hand at all.  His eyes were half closed, and
he was breathing rapidly, and he kept on muttering and moaning.

Finally I felt his ass clamp down hard on my fingers and he yelled out "Fuck
me Steve, oh fuck my ass man!" so I jammed my fingers all the way into his
ass and felt as his cock started to pulse with his orgasm.  I could feel
every contraction with my fingers, and leaned in with my hips to bring my
cock back into Steve's grip.  Cum flew out of his cock just when our cocks
pressed together, and he started to hump against me while continuing to spew
his load.  He came a lot, more than I usually did, and definitely more than
I'd ever seen him shoot before.  I added a few more small spurts of cum as
my second orgasm racked over me, but somehow I was able to keep my fingers
buried in Steve's ass.  We almost fell off the sofa, Steve had pushed down
so hard on my fingers that my left arm was suspending half his body off the
floor.  At last he relaxed his body with a contented sigh and let my
withering cock slip back out of his grip.

I removed my fingers gently from his ass, and noticed that they didn't look
dirty (I figured they'd get covered in crap), but I quickly gathered my
clothes and went into the laundry room to wash up and get dressed.
Returning to the tv room a couple of minutes later I found that Steve had
not moved an inch from the sofa, and he looked like he was falling asleep.

"Dude!  You're folks are going to be home soon.  Get your clothes on!" I
instructed, and I tossed him a box of Kleenex.  He ignored me, and started
scooping more of his cum off of his stomach and chest, and massaging it into
his cock and balls.  Steve's cock still looked puffy and swollen, and he had
just had what must have been a mind-blowing orgasm.  His cock was not hard,
but he seemed to be trying to prolong the feelings of his post-orgasmic
glow.

"Man, that was awesome!  When you stuck your fingers up my ass I almost shot
right away!" he said, before coming out of his trance and reaching for the
Kleenex.

"Your ass was so tight I'm surprised you didn't rip off my fingers." I said.
  "I could feel it when you came, like your ass was connected to your cock
or something."

"You should have shoved your cock in my ass!  That would have been hot!" he
replied.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...Slow down, loverboy!" I said, not believing what I had
just heard.  "I'm not queer and I definitely don't want AIDS." (This was the
1980's and there was a lot of confusion and paranoia about the onset of this
terribly disease.  I was excited that Steve had voiced one of my own
desires, but now that the tv was off and my sexual libido was back to normal
I didn't want to cross any lines.)

"I'm not saying I want you to fuck me...but if you used a condom it would be
cool to try it...don't you think?"  Steve ended the conversation by putting on
his clothes and leaving the room.  What was going to happen now?  Steve
would be leaving town in a few weeks, and I might be able to get the chance
to try some new "sex" acts with him, but I didn't want to jeopardize our
friendship or break any unwritten rules along the way...

More to come later!

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