It’d been so hot that Bud and I had gone out to the old swimming hole. We never needed to worry about swim trunks there. That day, no other guys showed up anyway.
When we got back to the house we decided we needed a shower. The water was cool and felt good. I started to soap up Bud’s back, and accidentally brushed against his butt cheek with my dong. He looked over his shoulder and was smiling.
“Do you suppose if we compared our erections we’d be inspired to have a jerkoff competition?” he murmured.
“Bro, if seeing you hard gets me hard, I’d be glad to,” I shot backing, just to see if he’d beg off or follow up.
Well, he didn’t back off; instead he just turned around, and I could see he was more that half-way boned up.
It seems I had over-promised, because seeing a boner, for me, can lead to me getting one. It was rising before I could even think to try stopping it
He came close and grasped it, pulling on it, and pretty much ensuring there was no going back.
Now, I felt torn about it, because I knew if we started doing this, I probably wouldn’t want us to stop. I had been loose about jerking with other guys when it was a group thing, but with individuals, I had to stop, because it would make me to want it to keep going, and I would get disappointed every time. I already liked Bud; he was a good and caring friend. I knew I’d be hurt if it was just a casual one-off for him.
“Too late to turn back?” i asked.
“Your dick says it is, I think,” he replied.
“Look, bro, I really like you, and if this happens I want to know you’re not going to feel bad later and let it ruin our friendship.”
“I have no intention of letting you go.” He looked serious.
”In that case, let’s just say it’s the beginning of exploring more and better ways to be friends.”
He smiled. “I look forward to that.”
And we took it from there.
