This is a sequel. You can read part 1 here.

All through Christmas break I contemplated how to approach Cody about jacking off together without making it weird. I couldn't just ask him straight out. I was too shy for that, and he was too. It would be awkward and we'd spend the rest of the year avoiding each other. Eventually I settled on a strategy that was both subtler and more direct.

First night back in the dorm Cody and I shot the shit, drained a couple beers from the mini-fridge, then hit the sack.

I could tell he was lying awake playing the waiting game, so I pretended to fall asleep.

Within a few minutes I heard the telltale rustling of sheets from across the room, the groan of his bed as he shifted his weight sliding his boxers down. He was a stealthy stroker, but I could hear that unmistakable fap-fap-fap and the little catches in his breath.

I was so hard it hurt a little. This was the moment I'd been fantasizing about for almost a month. But without the beer, I don't know if I would have had the courage to go through with my plan.

I looked over at Cody. Under the sheet, his hand was bobbing at a steady pace. His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched. He was lost in his own little world of pleasure.

As quietly as I could, I raised my hips and peeled off my own boxers. Then I began to pump my own dick in time with Cody. The sensation was incredible, more than physical. It was my first taste of that unbreakable jerk buds bond, the mutual ecstasy and vulnerability.

Cody didn't notice me and I made no attempt to get his attention. I didn't look at him and I didn't say a word. I just closed my eyes and savored the moment.

Suddenly the fap-fap from across the room stopped. My heart skipped a beat but my hand didn't. It kept pulling my foreskin back and forth, milking my precum.

My eyes were closed, but I could feel Cody watching me. What was he thinking? Was he embarrassed? Ashamed? Was he curious or aroused or just confused? Later he would confess all the thoughts and feelings he was wrestling with, but at the time all he could do was watch me stroke myself in motionless silence.

Then I heard his bed groan again and the fap-fap returned with a vengeance, faster than before and unrestrained by any need for secrecy.

I sped up to match him and my aching balls bounced between my thighs.

I turned to face him but he looked away just in time to avoid my gaze. I followed his lead and looked up at the ceiling.

We didn't speak to each other during this first experience. Instead we communicated through heavy breathing and little moans. I loved hearing him work himself toward orgasm. His pleasure heightened mine and vice versa.

Finally he began to pant harder than ever and I knew he was passing the point of no return. He gasped "oh fuck!" All the tension left his body and his head lolled to one side with a cum-drunk smile.

That sent me over the edge. I barely had time to pull up my boxers before I shot a huge load. I whimpered audibly and melted into my mattress.

Cody and I were both teetering on the edge of consciousness, catching our breath, high on our first shared orgasm.

We fell asleep without a word and when I woke up he had already left for class.

Part 3