Story Of The Day

Damon and I were supposed to be working late, but we decided to knock
off early and go have few beers at the bar down the street. We were
both exhausted and pretty sweaty, so after we tossed back a few, I
suggested we head over to my place to get cleaned up and that he could
crash there for the night. Since Damon lived a good hour’s drive away,
he agreed. I let him have the first shower, and then left him sitting
on the couch, wrapped in a towel, watching TV while I went to clean up
myself.

When I came out of the bathroom, to my surprise, Joe was sitting on
the couch, watching a porn flick and masturbating. His towel was lying
open, exposing his heavy, thick prick and full balls. I stopped in my
tracks, my own prick jerking to attention, as the water sheeted off my
body. Damon’s entire body was covered with dark, curly black hair. I
had never seen a guy that area.

At first I just stood there as he kept stroking himself, sliding his
fist up and down his swollen shaft. I swallowed, staring as his
cockhead bulged with each firm stroke. There was clear, sticky pre-cum
leaking out of the head of his prick. It made my mouth water. My own
cock was throbbing, tenting out my towel. I shifted slightly, and a
floorboard creaked under my foot.

Damon looked up, surprised. “Hey, I, uh, didn’t know you were there.”
He quickly fumbled with his towel, trying to pull it up over his raging
boner. I walked forward, dropping my own towel to reveal my erection.

“Not a problem,” I said. I casually wrapped my fingers around my cock
and looked up at the television. On the screen, two women were going
down on a man, slurping and licking his dick and balls and kissing each
other at the same time. “Pretty sexy,” I commented as I began to fist
my prick.

When Damon saw that I was unabashedly jerking myself off, he let his
towel fall open again, revealing his still-stiff dick, and began
pumping it again. I sat next to him on the couch, we both watched the
film as we jerked our pricks in unison. As we were stroking our meat,
I felt him glancing over me so I glanced over at him too, and shifted a
little towards him on the couch.

Keeping my right hand on my own dick, I moved my left hand over to his
and soon I was stroking both of our pricks of the same time. Damon
moved more nervously, but soon he had replaced my hand with his on my
cock. We sat there, casually watching the porn flick as we stroked
each other’s hard-ons.

I was so excited by having another man’s hand on my cock that after
awhile I felt myself getting ready to come. I pushed my hips up,
pressing my balls against Damon’s hand as his fist slipped up and down
my shaft. I was holding his dick like a joystick, pressing my thumb on
the head, my movements becoming more jerky as I neared my orgasm.

“Oh yeah,” I grunted, thrusting my prick into Damon’s fist as I came.
My hot spunk sprayed into the air, raining down on Damon’s arm and my
legs. A second later, Damon was coming too. I felt his dick grow even
fatter and wider against my palm as he came. He must have jerked off
earlier that day because his load was much smaller than mine, but it
still felt nice and warm and sticky on my hands.

“I’m gonna have to take another shower,” Damon said. He let go of my
softening cock and grabbed his towel, heading for the bathroom. “Would
you like to join me?” he asked.

“I’m all over that ” I said, following him into the shower as fast as
I could.