Date: Sun, 7 Dec 2014 03:52:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chris Vestal <cavemanpuckhead@yahoo.com>
Subject: Evolution of a Friendship

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Evolution of my friendship with Jamie

Jamie and I were 22. We had known each other since late junior high school.
These days we were both taking classes at the local community college part
time while working various side jobs in warehouses or retail. We hung out
together whenever our schedules lined up. Both of us had above-average but
still fairly modest bodies. While we would not be mistaken for jocks, we
knew our way around the inside of a gym and enjoyed playing sports. The
result was that we weren't embarrassed to be seen without shirts. Our
overall looks were good enough to get that second glance from girls without
having to play that Jersey Shore pimp game. Having known each other for so
long, we were not shy around each other. One of us would use the toilet or
be at the sink while the other was showering for example. We had both seen
each other with our full morning erections and didn't consider it a big
deal. Occasionally we had even been known to jump into the shower together
when we were in a hurry to get ready to go out. In summary we could be
considered an average pair of young male close friends. A few weeks ago we
would have described ourselves as very much straight. Now, we weren't so
sure.

While both of us had on-again, off-again girlfriends, tonight was one of
those nights where we both in the off-again phase of our relationships. We
had gone out to the local bar earlier, but decided to call it a night early
and went back to Jamie's place. Jamie decided we was in a horny mood, so he
brought up some porn on his laptop and got it streaming to the big TV in
his room while I went and opened a couple of beers. Jamie laid down on one
end of his couch while I opted to sit on the floor propped up against the
other end of the couch. We settled down to some light banter while watching
that mediocre-to-bad acting that makes up typical Internet porn. A couple
of hours and a few beers later, I found myself in need of sexual relief. I
had opened the top button on my jeans in order to give my bulging erection
some space. My underwear was just showing through the top of my jeans. The
beginnings of a dark spot from a precum stain were just visible. Now as
close of friends as we were, the one thing we had not done in front of each
other was actually finish off a masturbation session. As I moved to get up
and finish up in the bathroom, Jamie decided to tell me it was ok to just
finish right where I was. I thought he was just joking so I continued to
stand up and move towards the bathroom. Jamie insisted that it was ok by
him and urged to sit back down. I am not sure if it was the alcohol or
something else but for whatever reason I gave in and sat back down. I
unzipped my pants the rest of the way and pushed my pants and underwear
down a few inches freeing my 7 inch cock to jump up in air. It was only a
few more minutes of modest stroking before I was ready to pop. For a
moment, I thought again about going ahead and moving to the bathroom. Jamie
must of seen the look cross my face and repeated his acceptance of me
finishing off in front of him. I proceeded to lift my shirt up to my chest
and pop a hefty load up onto to my stomach. At least 5 thick strands of cum
now covered my stomach. As I recovered from the orgasm, I realized that
getting up to wipe off was going to be a awkward. One of hands my hands was
covered in cum and my pants were halfway down my legs in a place where they
were going to have to grabbed and moved one way or the other in order for
me to get up. Further as soon as I stood up, my shirt was going to fall
back down. I didn't see how I could move with out getting cum on my
clothes. Fortunately, Jamie, sensing my predicament, had already gotten up
to grab a towel for me. As he tossed the towel at me, he somewhat jokingly
congratulated me on a good load. We both let out nervous laughs as rapidly
tried to keep the cum that was starting to run down my sides from getting
onto Jamie's carpet. We exchanged understanding looks with each other as we
realized our relationship had taken a turn and we had survived to tell the
tale.

Because of our work schedules, it was a couple of weeks before we were able
to really hang out together again for something other than studying for
class. When we were finally able to do something socially, it turned out to
be a rare Saturday where not only did we both have the night off, but
neither of us had to go back to work until mid-afternoon on Sunday. We took
advantage of this by partying it up a bit on the town. After an evening of
bars and stop at the strip club, we ended up back at Jamie's house around 2
or 3 AM. As we stumbled into his room, Jamie announced he wanted to play a
game. I guess the strip-club girls and the drink had created a need for him
to get his balls off or something. Jamie told me he wanted to see if the
stories of guys being at their most ticklish right after cumming were
true. He proposed that we have an edging contest where the looser would be
immediately tied down and tickled until he couldn't take it. My jaw dropped
and I tilted my head to the side at what my friend wanted to do. Where had
this come from I thought to myself. Briefly, I thought about taking the
strategy of just giving Jamie another beer so he would pass out. I would
put him to bed and just ignore all of this as a drunken whim. However, I
was pretty plastered as well at this point in the night and so I allowed my
drunkenness to accept my friends challenge. With way too much excitement,
Jamie told me to get his laptop out and the porn started while he ran out
of the room. As I finished setting things up, Jamie came back with thick
bungee cords. He proceeded to take these over to a weight bench in the
corner of the room. He left one of the cords at the foot of the bench and
one on each side up by the bar. Jamie placed some additional weight on the
bar to ensure it could not be easily moved. Jamie was obviously eager to go
as he pretty much started shedding his clothes in the few feet between the
bench and the center of the room. I likewise stripped and while standing
over the toilet taking a piss together, we clarified the rules. We had to
stay hard enough to that our cocks stood off our stomachs on their own. We
agreed not to employ hold-off tactics such as squeezing the base of the
shaft or holding fingers against the urethra under the balls. It was either
stroke or not stroke.

Surprisingly, for two horny young guys in our state, we managed to last
quite some time. This was likely due more to the volume of beer consumed
over the evening rather than any real control. We had been forced to take a
couple of mutually agreed upon piss breaks (rather painful ones I might
add) to deal with the alcohol during our session. A little over an hour
after we started I mindlessly reached up over my head and grabbed a
foam-rubber ball off of the end of Jamie's desk. I casually tossed it at a
spot between Jamie's legs. Unfortunately for me, this set off a chain of
events that I was about to regret. The ball bounced off the inside of
Jamie's thigh and glanced off the base of balls. While not painful, the
sudden additional stimulation broke Jamie's concentration. I saw his hand
immediately come off his cock. His eyes and head rolled back and his abs
and thighs tightly contracted. Jamie expelled a couple of hard breaths
through his teeth as he desperately struggled to keep control. After a
minute or two, he regained his composure. Reaching down between his legs,
he picked up the ball. "You bastard" he said. He threw the ball back at me,
hitting the underside of the head of my cock. It was five seconds between
my letting go of my cock to the start of one of the most intense orgasms I
have ever had. I ended up with a trail of cum from my chest all of the way
to the base of my cock.

Jamie wasted no time breaking out in a combination of laughter and
excitement. He came over to me and jerked me up to my feet by my dry hand
and arm, I was marched over to the bench and practically shoved down on it
on my back. In no time my hands were bungeed to the bar and feet were
bungeed to the bench leg under the foot of the bench. Still trying to catch
my breath after my orgasm, the tickling commenced. I let out huge wails of
involuntary laughter. My body tried thrash around as Jamie worked his
fingers from my arm pits down my sides and into the backs of my knees. The
laughter grew in intensity to the point I struggled to breathe. Jamie
decided he was tired of the thrashing and mounted me across my upper thighs
in order to control my movement. My cock and balls rubbed up against
Jamie's still-hard cock whenever Jamie reached for the upper portions of my
body. As Jamie had not yet cum, the stimulation drove him over the edge in
short order. Just as my laughing was turning into cries to be allowed to
breath, Jamie started adding his copious load to mine all over my chest.

At this point, Jamie just sort of froze when he realized what had
happened. He stepped off of me and on weak legs staggered back a few
steps. A strangely apologetic looked came across his face. While it was ok
to jerk off in front of each other, we were apparently not at the point in
our relationship where we could jerk off ONTO each other. Jamie came around
enough mentally to free me from the bench. He helped me off the bench and
we staggered back to the middle of the room where we collapsed our backs on
either side of a couple of towels we laid out earlier. As I wiped the sweat
and cum off of me, I noticed Jamie was shaking and almost crying. I tried
to comfort him and tell him it was no big deal. Crap like that can happen
when you play around. Still, Jamie felt like he needed to make something up
to me. He had cum all over me and that was not part of the original
deal. He felt that the only fair thing to do was to allow me to cum all
over him. I tried to tell him he didn't have to do that, but Jamie insisted
to the point of becoming upset. With a bit of initial reluctance, I stepped
over and straddled his legs. Surprisingly, I didn't have any trouble
getting hard again. I guess an hour of edging and the stimulation from the
tickling left my body with more than one load to get rid of. As I continued
to jerk myself, Jamie calmed down and resigned himself to what was going to
happen. A few minutes later my cock once again exploded to life and a three
long ropes of cum covered Jamie's chest and stomach. I rolled off of Jamie
and returned to my back along side of him. He both just kind of laid there
for a few minutes recovering and trying to make sense of what had happened.

At length, we both reached a point of acceptance. Without saying much, we
helped each other up and into the shower. We silently washed the sweat and
cum off of each other.  After drying off, we finished our beers among a few
feeble attempts to make conversation, eventually giving up and going to
sleep. As I settled down on Jamie's couch, I had many thoughts going
through my head. I didn't know what this was going to do to our
friendship. I didn't know what, if anything it meant for either of us.
Maybe it explained part of the reason why neither of us could really keep a
relationship with a girl. Then I came to the realization that neither of us
had been truly upset or embarrassed to the point of storming out of the
room. Rather, we had taken comfort in being near each other as we collected
our thoughts. At last I passed out.