My First Time Jerking Off With Another Guy

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I've always been turned on by the ideas of jerking off with another guy. Don't know when the idea entered my head, but once it did, it never left. Now that I finally moved out, I thought what the hell, might as well try living out my fantasy. For my 27 years of life, I've never even seen a guy naked for more than 10 seconds, so the idea of seeing another dude jerking off next to me is kind of nerve-racking, but exciting at the same time. I was honest about my inexperience in my post of looking for a jo buddy.


Shifting through an influx of duds and horny dudes who want to jump right into butt fucking was quite exhausting. Right when I was about to give up, I received a request from a pretty nice dude. He seemed pretty chill and normal, which was more than I could say for my previous potentials. College-aged guy, a few years younger than me but way more experience in this uh...area. We chatted for several days before exchanging pics, and decided to meet up in a public parking lot to see how things went. From the picture, his cut cock is impressive with its length and veiny appearance. The day came and I stood in front of the main entrance of a nearby mall, wearing an outfit best suited for the occasion, what's the dress code for a jerk off session anyway? He would identify me by my outfit, as we did not exchange a face pic. My heart was beating fast and my mouth was drying rapidly. What if I got stood up? What if he's a weirdo in real life? I wanted to chicken out, when a car pulled up in front of me and the tinted window rolled down. A driver with a friendly face greeted me and he asked if I was who he was supposed to meet. This is it, my jerk off partner for the next 15 minutes or however long we lasted.

In the car, we were talking as he was driving toward the nearby parking structure. He said we would have more privacy over there. He was a pretty funny and talkative guy, making joke and assuring me that we would take it slow. Parking on the top floor, he jumped into the back seats of his hatchback and asked me to follow him. He started pulling out a laptop and a bottle of lube from his backpack. The dude was way more prepared than I was. He asked what I would like to watch before putting the porn on the laptop and resting the laptop on the center console. Again, I had never watched porn with another dude, but to know we were into the same perverted porn categories put me at ease and relax me greatly.

At first, we were playing and caressing our dicks over our shorts to get ourselves excited. He did not wear underwear as I could clearly saw the outlines of the growing bulge under his shorts. Instead of looking away, I wanted to see what his dick looked like. Like he could read my mind, he whipped out his dick with a swift pull of his shorts. His dick sprung free and slapped him in the stomach. It seemed way bigger than in the pics he sent to me. His dick was at least 2 ins longer than my admittedly average dick but we had about the same thickness. He also took his shirt off saying he liked to jerk off naked. He was pretty fit, not jacked, but I could definitely tell he worked out. His muscles were well defined and he seemed comfortable being naked in front of strangers. Well, I guessed when in Rome,... I also took my clothes off and tossed them to the front seats. He complimented my dick and my hairy bush. That was the first time anyone besides my ex girlfriend complimented my dick. It felt kind of nice.

Living in the same house with other people for most of my life, I had learnt to be a silent masturbator. I jerked off quietly, but apparently he did not. He was vocal with his moaning and verbal about what he wanted to do to the porn actress. His dirty talking and moaning was oddly turning me on as my hand began grasping my cock. He encouraged me to moan and express myself, but I was still too used to jerking in silent. The car was filled with the sound of porn, his dirty talking and the wet sound of lube being spread on our slobbery cocks, I was scared that someone close by might heard us, but the fear just made the situation even hotter. I was rock hard and the mushroom tip is pink and hot. His dick was glistening with lube and precum as his hand travel up and down the long shaft. The conversation took a turn to how we like to jerk off and I told him I just squeezed my cock and stroked. He told me about some techniques he liked to use like playing with the head and trying different kind of pressure. Eventually, he asked if he could demonstrate those techniques on me. I was taken a back by his offer as we haven't discussed this online yet.

I wanted to say no because that would be kind a gay, but I was curious as fuck. His moaning and facial expressions definitely made his techniques looked pleasurable and effective. I gave in and took up his offer. Before I could finish my sentence, his lube-covered hand grabbed my dry cock and began stroking. His rough and warm hand skillfully traveled from the base of my cock all the way to the head. Grasping my dick tighter and tighter as he moved toward the swollen head. Playing with my mushroom tips in his palm, while asking me if it felt good. My involuntary moan answered him. The pace of his stroking quickened as the fucking in the porn picked up. At this point, my eyes were shut and moans were escaping from my mouth due to the sheer pleasure of his hand job. The grasp I had on his hand loosened as I became more comfortable with his hand on my dick. I was gonna burst if he kept going like this. I looked over and began mouthing a warning. Interrupting me, he said he knew and it was cool if I cum on his hand and that I would not be the first, then he laughed heartily.

Not long after he finished his sentences, I let out a loud oh fuck! and began unloading. Cum shot to the roof of the car, sprayed the back of the driver seat and the floor of the car, but he did not stop jerking. His hand kept going and milked every last drops out of my cock. After several ropes of gooey cum, cum began leaking out of my cock, onto his hand and my stomach. I was out of breath and tried to say sorry, but he just let go of my cock and removed his hand. He commented on how much I cum and that it must have felt pretty good. He licked some of my cum off his fingers and commented I tasted good. I didn't know how cum supposed to taste, so I just thanked him. He said if there's a next time, he would not want all that cum to go to waste and winked at me. That wink sent a jolt down to my dick, and I could almost feel it getting hard again. The porn had only played for 5 minutes and I already blew my loads. He went back to jerking off and cum soon after me. His cock was spraying cum like a firehose, all over his chest and stomach, some even got into his mouth as he smiled at me and said he loved ejaculating with other people watching. The sight of his muscular body tensing up as he cum and thick ropes of cum shooting out from his cock was something I would not forget. In fact, I have jerked off to the memories of our encounters a few times this week already.

Now we are trying to arrange another meetup, I want to try touching his cock and feel its heaviness and heat in my hands.
 


Now we are trying to arrange another meetup, I want to try touching his cock and feel its heaviness and heat in my hands.
Wow! He’s a keeper! Hope you two become regular jerk off buddies. If you and he are at all interested or curious about sucking, I heartily encourage you to try when you’re ready, especially a side-by-side 69 where you can enjoy sucking and being sucked at the same time.
 
*Here's how the second meeting goes with my new friend*

Days went by and I just couldn't get that hand job out of my mind. The feeling of his rough hand sliding up and down my cock and the image of his hand covered in cum were burned into my mind. I tried masturbating by myself, but never managed to cum as hard as he made me in the backseat of his car.

Admittedly, when I got a text from him asking to meet again, my cock jumped in excitement. Standing at the same mall I was at a few weeks ago, I was filled with anticipation, instead of nervousness. The same car pulled up. The same friendly face appeared behind the window. The same stained backseat awaited us.

This time, he sat a lot closer. Our thighs rubbed against one another as we got settled. His clothes came off in a flash, so did mine. No more of that first-time uneasiness, just pure horniness and eagerness to get started. The porn started playing, yet our eyes did not seem to focus on the screen. Like a snake, his hand slowly slithered up my thigh and rested on top of my growing cock. There it was! The warmth and pressure that I just couldn't replicate, sent my dick to a full mast in his hand.

"You can touch it, you know?" His words startled me as I was caught staring at his cock. I swore his dick must have a gravity field because it pulled my hand closer and closer until it wrapped around the girthy base of his cock. Just two straight guys sitting next to each other in the car under the summer heat with our hands around each other's cock. Yep, totally straight!

The summer heat outside the car was nothing compared to the rising temperature inside the car as we began stroking each other. The porn now took a backseat to our desires to pleasure one another. My hand traveled up and down the impressive length of his shaft. I could have double fisted the damn thing with room to spare, but I didn't wanna be too forward. His heavy balls jumped up and down with every tug. His moan was continuously pouring into my ears, only to be interrupted by him asking me to go slower, or to grasp his dick harder. We both moaned in unison a chorus of pleasure and satisfaction as the car gently rocked side to side on the top floor of the parking structure.

At some point, I made the wonderful mistake of asking for more lube. He stopped jerking me and leaned closer to my cock, so close I could feel his warm breath caressing my mushroom tip. Instinctively, I pulled away out of surprise, but he kept a firm grasp on my cock. A big glob of spit landed on my cock head, and he resumed jerking me with the improvised lube. I obliviously said he didn't have to do that, there was still lube in the bottle. Instead of sitting up and grabbing the lube, he remained at my crotch level and looked at me. Our eyes met, and I realized what he wanted. Without saying another word, I firmly grabbed the back of his head and guided him down.

My throbbing cock disappeared into his warm mouth. I could feel the stubble on his chin when his lips reached the base of my cock and his nose shoved deep into my musky crotch. From my hanging balls to my oozing piss slit, his tongue did not leave an area untouched. His hand continued stroking me in rhythm with his head bobbing up and down between my legs while his free hand fondled and tugged on my balls. He must have guessed l saved a big and tasty load for him in there. Occasionally, he would stop and look at me with his dark brown eyes. Grinning like a dumbass, I ran my hand through his disheveled hair before forcing him back to work by grabbing the back of his neck. My cock was an addict and his mouth was the drug.

It wasn't long before my toes curled up and my butt clenched tight. A loud "oh, fuck!" and I began unloading ropes into his mouth. His lips wrapped my fat cock head in a tight seal, while his tongue repeatedly licked my slit and his hand continued milking me dry. Once, I stopped spasming with pleasure and every drop ended up in his mouth. He opened the window, and my man load landed on the hot asphalt with a wet smack.

Immediately, he went back to jerking his still raging erection. How did he not pass out with this thing hogging all the blood from his body? I leaned down and put both of my hands on his meat stick. The least I could do after that mind-blowing blowjob was to return the favor. The closer I got to his dick, the bigger it seemed to grow. It was so big that I got nervous and just went back to jerking him, instead.

I was a few strokes in, when he said he was close. The pace of my strokes quickened, along with the pace of his breathy moaning and he climaxed with his eyes shut tight and his face twisted in pleasure. His cum did not shoot out in ropes like mine did, but oozed out in streams like a leaky faucet. Once he finally opened his eyes, my hands are covered in a thick layer of the sticky, white substance. Out of curiosity, I snuck a taste of his love juice. It didn't taste bad, salty and warm with a very distinct smell.

I was disappointed that I chickened out of blowing him, so I apologized. He just smiled and rubbed my thigh, saying he wanted me to do only what I'm comfortable with doing. I thanked him for his understandings and the amazing blowjob before we parted ways.

I just hope this experience does not ruin all other blowjobs for me!
 
If I have to choose, it's probably the way he jerk my cock off. It's rough and intense but not painful if that makes sense. The first time I have ever experienced something like that. Makes me feel submissive, even though I'm the one getting serviced!
Makes total sense because your surrendering control of your cock to him. That’s you it has never made sense to me to call the guy giving head or taking a cock into him passive or submissive because he’s doing all or most of the work.

I love either sitting between a guy’s legs or have him sit between mine, leaning back, feeling my hard cock pressing up against his back or his against mine and either pleasuring him and stroking his cock or lying back and letting him stroke mine. If you’re the one being stroked you can just surrender yourself t him and how he makes you feel.
 
*Here's how the second meeting goes with my new friend*

Days went by and I just couldn't get that hand job out of my mind. The feeling of his rough hand sliding up and down my cock and the image of his hand covered in cum were burned into my mind. I tried masturbating by myself, but never managed to cum as hard as he made me in the backseat of his car.

Admittedly, when I got a text from him asking to meet again, my cock jumped in excitement. Standing at the same mall I was at a few weeks ago, I was filled with anticipation, instead of nervousness. The same car pulled up. The same friendly face appeared behind the window. The same stained backseat awaited us.

This time, he sat a lot closer. Our thighs rubbed against one another as we got settled. His clothes came off in a flash, so did mine. No more of that first-time uneasiness, just pure horniness and eagerness to get started. The porn started playing, yet our eyes did not seem to focus on the screen. Like a snake, his hand slowly slithered up my thigh and rested on top of my growing cock. There it was! The warmth and pressure that I just couldn't replicate, sent my dick to a full mast in his hand.

"You can touch it, you know?" His words startled me as I was caught staring at his cock. I swore his dick must have a gravity field because it pulled my hand closer and closer until it wrapped around the girthy base of his cock. Just two straight guys sitting next to each other in the car under the summer heat with our hands around each other's cock. Yep, totally straight!

The summer heat outside the car was nothing compared to the rising temperature inside the car as we began stroking each other. The porn now took a backseat to our desires to pleasure one another. My hand traveled up and down the impressive length of his shaft. I could have double fisted the damn thing with room to spare, but I didn't wanna be too forward. His heavy balls jumped up and down with every tug. His moan was continuously pouring into my ears, only to be interrupted by him asking me to go slower, or to grasp his dick harder. We both moaned in unison a chorus of pleasure and satisfaction as the car gently rocked side to side on the top floor of the parking structure.

At some point, I made the wonderful mistake of asking for more lube. He stopped jerking me and leaned closer to my cock, so close I could feel his warm breath caressing my mushroom tip. Instinctively, I pulled away out of surprise, but he kept a firm grasp on my cock. A big glob of spit landed on my cock head, and he resumed jerking me with the improvised lube. I obliviously said he didn't have to do that, there was still lube in the bottle. Instead of sitting up and grabbing the lube, he remained at my crotch level and looked at me. Our eyes met, and I realized what he wanted. Without saying another word, I firmly grabbed the back of his head and guided him down.

My throbbing cock disappeared into his warm mouth. I could feel the stubble on his chin when his lips reached the base of my cock and his nose shoved deep into my musky crotch. From my hanging balls to my oozing piss slit, his tongue did not leave an area untouched. His hand continued stroking me in rhythm with his head bobbing up and down between my legs while his free hand fondled and tugged on my balls. He must have guessed l saved a big and tasty load for him in there. Occasionally, he would stop and look at me with his dark brown eyes. Grinning like a dumbass, I ran my hand through his disheveled hair before forcing him back to work by grabbing the back of his neck. My cock was an addict and his mouth was the drug.

It wasn't long before my toes curled up and my butt clenched tight. A loud "oh, fuck!" and I began unloading ropes into his mouth. His lips wrapped my fat cock head in a tight seal, while his tongue repeatedly licked my slit and his hand continued milking me dry. Once, I stopped spasming with pleasure and every drop ended up in his mouth. He opened the window, and my man load landed on the hot asphalt with a wet smack.

Immediately, he went back to jerking his still raging erection. How did he not pass out with this thing hogging all the blood from his body? I leaned down and put both of my hands on his meat stick. The least I could do after that mind-blowing blowjob was to return the favor. The closer I got to his dick, the bigger it seemed to grow. It was so big that I got nervous and just went back to jerking him, instead.

I was a few strokes in, when he said he was close. The pace of my strokes quickened, along with the pace of his breathy moaning and he climaxed with his eyes shut tight and his face twisted in pleasure. His cum did not shoot out in ropes like mine did, but oozed out in streams like a leaky faucet. Once he finally opened his eyes, my hands are covered in a thick layer of the sticky, white substance. Out of curiosity, I snuck a taste of his love juice. It didn't taste bad, salty and warm with a very distinct smell.

I was disappointed that I chickened out of blowing him, so I apologized. He just smiled and rubbed my thigh, saying he wanted me to do only what I'm comfortable with doing. I thanked him for his understandings and the amazing blowjob before we parted ways.

I just hope this experience does not ruin all other blowjobs for me!
Any pics of your cock or his to see what you guys are playing with?
 
Hey great story, really congratulations.
Do you have any pictures of him and his cock?
And maybe yours too, so I understand what you were talking about