This is a continuation of what I’m going to call the Charlie Saga. You can check out “my first time” post earlier for the buildup on how Charlie and I ended up swapping hands for the first time.

That night in the lake house changed our friendship forever. It’s like it opened a whole new world to us. Or at least I know it did for me. We would still date girls, hook up with girls, and share our sexual endeavours with each other. It was like we unlocked a secret box to effortless free ejaculations whenever we wanted.

The morning after that first night was just like any other morning. We woke up with an extreme hangover, zombie walked into the kitchen, made a pot of coffee, and I put bacon and eggs on the stove. He was the first one to bring it up.

“Fuck, man. Whatever that was last night was amazing... That doesn’t make us gay or anything, right?”

“Nah, man. We were just horny. Two bros helping each other get our rocks off....”

“Okay, cool. So no one has to know?”

“Of, course not, man.”

Then with a sly grin, he said: “Even if we do it again?”

I was taken aback. I thought it was going to be a one time thing. We were drunk. We were horny. And we jerked each other off. I just assumed it would never happen again. I’m not going to lie, him bringing it up so casually sent an instant blood flow to my cock.

“Fuck yeah, man. Getting off is getting off!”

We both looked at each other with that mischievous grin. We finished up breakfast, cleaned up, then agreed that it was time to get showered, changed, and then we’d head out to play some golf. But first, he nonchalantly asked, “rub one out first?”

I’m not sure why it felt so natural. We both just went to the couch, slipped our boxers off, and plopped down. Cocks just hanging out slowly growing with excitement. It didn’t feel awkward. It felt natural. Like this was commonplace. We didn’t even turn porn on. Just plopped down on the couch, started talking about sex, and slowly stroking our cocks.

After a few minutes we scooted closer to each other. And without asking I just slid my hand over and grasped his cock in my hand. He did the same. We started slowly stroking each other, this time looking at our cocks and looking at each other. There was never a break in conversation. We were just to friends helping each other get off.

I told him I was going to get up and grab some lube, so I walked out of the living room and into the bedroom. Not a care in the world. My rock hard cock was swinging everywhere while I walked. I came back in and he was just stroking himself so I tossed him the lube. He lubed up and then poured some on me. We spent the next 5-10 minutes slowly stroking each other, changing techniques, talking about what felt good.

We naturally picked up the pace to where we were full out jerking each other off like there was no tomorrow. I told him I was about to cum. I laid back on the couch, spread my legs a little, and he took his free hand and started cupping and massaging my balls. I couldn’t take it anymore. I arched my back and just let loose. It was like a volcano. Rope after rope of cum came spewing out landing on my stomach and covering my cock.

He said your turn and laid back. I did the same thing. Grasped his cock, started stroking, and massaging his balls. The lube was running a little dry, so I took some of my cum in my hand and started stroking him with it. He let out a few “fuck, man...don’t stop”. I could tell he was getting close. His legs became figgity. He arched his back. Before long he let out a “fuuuucccck man, it’s coming....”. His cock exploded. He sent shot after shot of cum onto himself, my hand, and the couch. I could feel his cock pulse as it shot load after load.

We just sat there for a minute and then laughed out loud. We both got up, hit the shower, then got ready for the day.

The Saga continues.