I grew up in the country in a relatively small town. My best friend is Charlie. In high school, Charlie was your run-of-the-mill country boy. He was an excellent athlete and had a natural toned body, with a slight southern drawl. He was roughly 6 foot tall and a slender 165 pounds, with a head full of dirty blonde hair. He wasn’t overly muscular but had the body of an athlete with muscle definition. I was around 6’1” at the time and a little heavier than him. Same athletic build. We played baseball and football together in middle school and our first three years of high school.  Through sports we had become friends and over the years we had become inseparable. As the years went on, we spent more and more time together,. The summers were spent riding four wheelers, playing sports, and hanging We shared everything together, including all of our sexual experiences with girls we were dating. We were the definition of best friends. 

As graduation neared, we ended up applying to the same college. We both got accepted. We were ecstatic that we were going to finally get out of our hometown and were going to forge our own path in the city together. Our first year of college was a blast. We were living in the dorms, going to class, and partying every second we could when we weren't in class. The first year flew by and before we knew it the year was over.

After school let out we went back home to spend the summer with family. A few nights after we returned, we decided to invite some friends to hang out at my parents lake house. We drank most of the day and into the evening. By around midnight everyone was tired and people started heading home. Eventually Charlie and I were alone in the house and neither of us were ready to go to bed. We both changed into gym shorts and tank tops, pored ourselves another drink, and plopped down on the couch. After a few more beers and an hour or so of aimless conversation, we eventually turned to discussing sex and all the things we’ve done lately. These stories started having more and more detail as we began graphically describing positions, techniques, and how and where we came at. The whole time we were talking I could feel myself getting more horny. My slight chub of an erection slowly turned into a full blown boner that was becoming difficult to conceal, despite my attempts.

"Thank, god, I'm not the only one!" said Charlie, as I discovered what I thought was discreet attempts at hiding my growing erection wasn't discreet at all. I glanced down and noticed his massive bulge in his gym shorts.  I chuckled to myself and told him I was really horny from talking about sex and he admitted he was as well. There was an awkward silence that felt like an eternity but couldn’t have been more than five seconds before I asked him if he wanted to watch some porn. He said “sure, man” and asked me to throw something on the computer. I grabbed the laptop, connected it to the TV, and then after a few minutes of scrolling through different genres and videos, settled on a video with a handsome young guy and two outrageously sexy women. I pressed play and plopped down on the couch. It wasn't our first time watching porn together, though it was our first time as adults. The last time I could remember watching an adult film with him was years ago when we thought we were being sneaky as hell watching soft-core videos on late-night premium channels. As we sat on the couch watching the video we slowly started talking about what we would do if we were there. What positions we would get in. How it would feel. What we would do with each of the women on the screen. My horniness was becoming unbearable. My cock was seemingly throbbing more and more every second and and my underwear was becoming increasingly wet from the river of precum that had begun flowing from my cock. Eventually I looked over at him and told him: “fuck, man. I don’t know if I can make it through much more of this without some relief.” He paused for a minute and then said "Same here, bro. Don't let me stop you if you need to."

I didn’t waste any time. For some reason I was almost insatiable. I had been drinking all day, we had been talking about sex for more than two hours, and now I was watching an incredibly hot sex scene unfold on the TV in front of me, all while sitting next to my best friend. I slowly slipped my hand down my pants and started stroking my cock under my pants. At first, it was a slow tug, gently playing with my cock and occasionally slipping down to tug on my balls. At one point, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was doing the same. As we both stroked our cocks we started talking about sex again and what we wished we could do with the blondes on the screen. He talked about how he wished he could be behind one of them while he ate the other out. I talked about how I would love to have one riding me while the other rode my face. After about 5 minutes of this, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was at my limit of horniness where I felt like I had to jack off. My cock was throbbing. It was flowing with precum. It felt like it was on fire and begging to explode. I don't even know if I was thinking if it would be awkward. But, without asking I just slid my shorts and underwear off to the floor, grabbed my cock, and started slowly stroking with one hand as I tugged on my balls with the other. "Damn, bro. No shyness, huh?" quipped Charlie. I'm not sure what his thought process was, but he pulled his pants and underwear down to. As he slipped them down, I heard the loud thwap of his cock hitting his stomach. He was just as horny as I was.

As he began stroking, I couldn’t help but look over at his cock. We were both around 6.5 inches but he looked a little thicker. His cock was two toned and I couldn’t help but admire how it looked. Below his cock was a set of large and full balls that just laid there perfectly and moved with every stroke. We made a few comments about each other and got back to watching the porn. Oddly enough, it didn't feel like we were doing anything wrong at all. Nor did it feel awkward. It just felt like to bros relaxing and bonding. We sat there stroking for a few minutes, enjoying the video and slowing tugging away at our cocks. I don’t know what came over me or what I was thinking, but I just looked at him and told him “Hey, man. We’re here alone. We’re both horny. I’m tired of jerking myself off. Do you want to swap hands? No one has to know.”

He got quiet for a minute and I could tell he was thinking about it. After what felt like an entertity, he said "fuck it, let’s do it." So we scooted closer to each other to where our thighs were touching. We slowly reached over and grabbed each other’s cocks. It was the first time either of had done this so it was like an awkward fumble at first. It was a weird sensation feeling a dick but not actually feeling my own hand on my own dick. Grabbing each other, feeling around, getting the hang of having someone else’s cock in your hands took a few minutes. Eventually we both settled into a rhythm and was steadily stroking each other. I could tell we were getting into it because we had stopped watching the porn and was just in the moment. I took my hands and slowly stroked his cock, swirling my thumb around the head. Then, I would slowly go back down and cup his balls and give a gentle tug. I was doing everything I knew felt good on me in hopes that it felt good on him too. He had relaxed back Into the couch and laid his head back letting out the occasional soft moan.

We jerked like this for probably 5 minutes. I think we both could tell we were getting close because we picked up the pace around the same time. We were both breathing heavily and stroking each other faster and faster. Soon after, I felt his cock swell. I could feel it grow thicker than it was a few moments before and his cock started throbbing. I put a hand on his balls and felt them contract closer to his body. I had felt mine do the same thing thousands of time, but feeling someone else’s sent me to the edge. Almost simultaneously we erupted. "Fuck, man. I'm going to cum! Don't stop stroking, bro! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" he exclaimed as he shot two massive ropes of cum hitting him in the chest followed by what seemed like a river of cum. He was thrusting his hips and moaning “fuuuccccckkkk" as he shot pump after pump out, all the while I could feel his balls contracting as they pumped it to his cock and his cock throb as it shot it out. My cum shot was almost identical, hitting me in the chest and stomach and then a solid 5-6 steady pumps of cum afterwards. We both gently stroked each other until the last drop of cum came out then collapsed back onto the couch. For a few minutes we just sat there, covered in cum, breathing heavy, and recovering from what just happened.

After a minute we looked at each other and said “holy shit that was amazing”. Then we got up to find a towel to clean up with. After we were all cleaned up we decided to head to bed. We both stumbled off to our bedrooms and crashed for the night, hoping to get up at a reasonable hour to enjoy the day.

Little did I know at the time, this was the beginning of an even better best friendship between me and Charlie.