SHORT STORIES 11
Matt had always enjoyed jerking off. From the very first time he tried it as a teenager, it became one of his favorite private activities. Now at nineteen, living in a small apartment near campus while taking classes, he did it almost every day. He had a decent collection of porn saved on his laptop, but more often than not, he let his mind wander to fantasies about girls from his classes or memories of hot scenes he had watched. He loved the build-up, the way his cock throbbed in his hand, and especially the moment he watched himself cum, thick ropes landing across his stomach and chest.
Lately though, something had changed. Matt had become fascinated with watching his own cock closely. He would stroke slowly, eyes fixed on the head as it swelled and leaked precum. One afternoon, after a long workout that left his body feeling loose and flexible, he tried something new. He lay on his back on his bed, legs pulled up and over his head in a sort of folded position. His cock, a solid seven and a half inches when fully hard, pointed straight toward his face. He was surprised how close he could get.
He stroked himself, breathing heavily, and leaned his head forward. His tongue brushed the tip. The sensation was electric. Encouraged, he pushed further, lips parting around the head. It was warm, smooth, and incredibly intimate. The taste of his own precum was slightly salty but not unpleasant. He sucked gently, still stroking the shaft, and the combined feeling made his toes curl.
From that day on, Matt practiced whenever he had the chance. He grew more flexible, stretching daily to improve his range. Soon he could take several inches into his mouth, bobbing his head while his hand worked the rest. The orgasms were mind-blowing. He loved the control, the way he could edge himself for nearly an hour, feeling every pulse and throb. Sometimes he would cum hard into his own mouth, swallowing what he could while the rest spilled over his lips and chin. Other times he pulled back at the last second to watch it shoot across his face and neck. It felt dirty in the best possible way.
He kept it completely private. Matt was straight, or at least he thought so. He still jerked off to girls, fantasized about fucking them, and dated occasionally. This was just something extra he did for himself. It was not gay, he told himself. It was just pleasure.
One warm Saturday afternoon, Matt was home alone. His roommate was away for the weekend. He had stripped completely naked in the living room, loving the freedom. He sat in the big armchair facing the door, legs spread wide. His cock was rock hard, glistening with spit. He had been sucking himself for almost forty minutes, lost in the rhythm. His mouth slid up and down the top half while his fist pumped the bottom. His free hand occasionally reached lower, teasing his balls and brushing against his ass. The sensations were intense. He could feel the pressure building deep inside.
He was so close. His tongue swirled around the head as he stroked faster. Just a little more...
The front door clicked open.
Matt froze, mouth still wrapped around his own cock. Joel, his best friend since high school, stood in the doorway holding a six-pack of beer and a bag of chips. They had planned to hang out and watch the game later, but Joel had shown up early.
"Holy shit," Joel muttered, eyes wide.
Matt sat up quickly, his cock slipping from his mouth with a wet pop. It slapped against his stomach, still hard and shining. He grabbed a pillow to cover himself, face burning with embarrassment. "Joel! Fuck, man. I didn't hear you come in."
Joel didn't move. He just stared, mouth slightly open. At twenty, Joel was athletic like Matt, with a lean runner's build, short dark hair, and an easy smile that was nowhere to be seen right now. "You... you were sucking your own dick."
Matt wanted the floor to swallow him. "It's not what it looks like. I mean, it is, but... shit."
Joel closed the door behind him slowly, still processing. He set the beer and chips on the table. "How the hell do you even do that?"
Matt ran a hand through his messy brown hair. He was still naked except for the pillow. His cock had softened a little but not completely. "I don't know. I got flexible from stretching and... one thing led to another. I've been able to do it for a few weeks now."
Joel's eyes flicked down again before he looked away, clearing his throat. "That's insane. I thought nobody could actually do that outside of porn."
They sat in awkward silence for a moment. Matt pulled on his shorts quickly, though the bulge was obvious. Joel grabbed two beers, opened them, and handed one over. They both took long drinks.
"Look," Matt said finally, "can we just pretend you didn't see that? I don't want this getting around."
Joel laughed nervously. "Dude, who would I tell? 'Hey guys, my best friend can blow himself'? They'd think I was making it up." He paused, then added more quietly, "How does it feel?"
Matt hesitated. Part of him wanted to shut the conversation down, but another part felt a strange relief at finally sharing the secret. "It's... incredible. Better than anything else. The control, the warmth, watching it happen right there. The orgasms are way stronger."
Joel shifted on the couch, adjusting himself subtly. "I've tried before, you know. When I was younger. Never could reach. I'm not that flexible."
"You've tried?" Matt raised an eyebrow.
"Everyone's tried at least once, right?" Joel shrugged, smiling a little. "Guess I'm jealous now."
They talked for a while longer about normal stuff, trying to move past the moment. They drank another beer each and turned on the game. But the tension lingered. Every few minutes, Matt caught Joel glancing at him, and he felt his own body reacting to the memory of almost being caught mid-orgasm.
Later, when the game was on a commercial break, Joel spoke up again. "So... do you do it every day?"
Matt nodded. "Pretty much. Sometimes multiple times."
"Damn." Joel was quiet for a bit. "You ever think about... what it would be like if someone else did it to you?"
The question hung in the air. Matt's cock twitched in his shorts. He looked at his friend, heart beating faster. Joel was good-looking, no doubt. They had changed in locker rooms together for years. But this was different.
"I don't know," Matt said carefully. "I'm not gay or anything."
"Me neither," Joel replied quickly. "But what you were doing... that looked hot as hell. From a purely physical standpoint."
Matt swallowed. The room felt warmer. "You want to see it again? Up close, I mean. Not just walking in on it."
Joel met his eyes. There was curiosity there, and something else. "Yeah. If you're cool with it."
Matt's pulse raced. He stood up, pushed his shorts down, and let his cock spring free. It was already hardening again. He sat back in the armchair, legs up, and slowly bent forward. Joel moved closer, sitting on the coffee table right in front of him.
Matt took his cock in his hand and guided it toward his mouth. He licked the head first, then slid his lips down. He could feel Joel watching every movement. The audience made it even more intense. He sucked slowly, taking more than half his length, stroking the base. Soft wet sounds filled the room.
"Fuck, Matt," Joel whispered. His own hand pressed against the front of his jeans. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."
Matt pulled off for a second, breathing hard, strings of spit connecting his lips to his cock. "You can... touch yourself if you want. I don't mind."
Joel didn't need to be told twice. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his own cock. It was thick, a little longer than Matt's, already leaking. He stroked it slowly while watching his friend.
Matt went back down on himself, putting on more of a show now. He bobbed his head, moaning softly around his shaft. The dual sensations of his mouth and the visual of Joel jerking off pushed him close to the edge fast.
"I'm gonna cum soon," Matt warned, voice muffled.
Joel leaned in closer. "Do it. I want to see."
Matt sucked harder, stroking faster. His balls tightened. With a deep groan, he came hard, the first powerful spurt shooting straight into his mouth. He kept sucking through the orgasm, swallowing what he could while the rest overflowed down his chin. Wave after wave pulsed out. His body shook with pleasure.
When it finally subsided, he sat up, cum on his lips and chest. Joel was still stroking, eyes dark with lust.
"That was... unbelievable," Joel said, voice rough.
Matt wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at his friend's hard cock, then back up at his face. The air between them crackled with possibility.
Neither of them moved to take it further right then. They cleaned up quietly, finished their beers, and tried to act normal for the rest of the evening. But both knew something had shifted. The secret was out, and it felt like the beginning of something new.
Chapter 2
The rest of that Saturday evening passed in a strange haze. Matt and Joel watched the game, ordered pizza, and talked about everything except what had happened. But the tension never fully left the room. Every time their eyes met, Matt felt a spark. Joel seemed just as affected, shifting uncomfortably on the couch more than once.
By the time the game ended, it was late. Joel stood up to leave but paused at the door. "Hey, Matt... about earlier. That was wild. Thanks for showing me."
Matt nodded, his pulse quickening again. "No problem. It felt good having someone know, actually."
Joel hesitated, hand on the doorknob. "You doing it again tonight? After I leave?"
"Probably," Matt admitted with a small laugh. "It's kind of addictive now."
Joel didn't open the door. Instead, he turned back. "Mind if I stay a bit longer and... watch again? I won't say anything to anyone. Promise."
Matt's cock stirred in his shorts at the request. He thought about it for only a second. "Yeah. Come on back."