When I was growing up, my best friend was a guy at my school, Jake. He lived with his older brother, Dave and their single mum a few blocks away from my house. I used to ride my bike over to Jake's most afternoons and we would spend the afternoon listening to music and talking shit. I never took much notice of Dave and Jake's mum worked until about 6:30 every night so I hardly ever saw her.

I rode to Jakes one afternoon and when I knocked on the door, Dave answered. "Mum got off work early and took Jake to the dentist. They'll be another hour or so I guess. Would you like to wait?", he said before I had a chance to speak. "Yeah, OK. Thanks", I replied and walked in through the door to their living room. The TV was on playing some afternoon kid's show. Dave was older than Jake and me by about two years but he still liked cartoons in the afternoon. "Take a seat", he offered, indicating the long couch facing the TV. I sat down at one end and he settled at the other. It was only then that I realised what was happening before I had arrived.

There was a small pile of magazines on the coffee table and one open nearest Dave's end of the couch. They were an assortment of porn magazines. Not just naked girls but guys and girls and some pretty heavy sex. Dave saw me looking at the pile. "Take your pick", he said with a slight grin on his face. With this offer, he picked up the open magazine near him and continue to peruse its contents slowly, page by page. My heart was beating and I think I was breathing a little heavy. I clumsily sorted through the pile until I found a hustler magazine from about five years previous. I opened the front page and started to read the editorial. Nothing was making sense to me as I read as my mind was exploding in the sexually charged atmosphere of Dave's living room.

"We don't really read these for the articles", Dave teased. "Flick through to the pictures mate." His grin was now wide and cheeky. He knew I was uncomfortable and he enjoyed it. I flicked through a few pages, pausing when a topless model appeared. I found the main "article", a photo montage of a lovely young lady from Montana. It started with her in Daisy Duke shorts, a crop top and cowgirl hat. But after a few pages, only her knee-high boots remained. After some very revealing shots with her relaxing on a hay bale, legs apart, she was joined by a cowboy wearing only boots and a hat. I was starting to get right into this and I could feel my cock, hard in my shorts.

My attention was broken though when Dave stood up. When I looked over, it was clear he was struggling with a hard member in his shorts. His struggle didn't last long, he unzipped his shorts and pulled them and his underwear to the ground. His cock slapped against his belly as it was released from the waistband of his shorts. I couldn't believe my eyes. I had only ever seen other guys' dicks in the change room and they were never aroused and hard. I was fascinated! "Sorry, but can't stand it all tight in my shorts", he said, without embarrassment. "Feel free to do the same if you like", he added as he sat, his engorged cock standing straight up out of his lap. He began to slowly stroke his shaft and continue to leaf through his magazine as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I felt my pulse in my temples and could hardly contain myself. I also couldn't take my eyes off his cock. It was uncut, I am cut, it was a little longer but a little narrower than mine. At that point, I decided I needed to run or explore this new experience.

I stood and began to fumble with the knot in the drawstring on my shorts. Without looking at Dave, I knew he was watching me. The knot gave way and I slid my shorts down my legs. My cock was hard and pressing against my underwear. I also had a small wet patch where I had begun to leak precum. With a small gasp, I released my dick from my jockeys and slid them to my ankles. As I stepped out of my clothes, Dave said, "Nice. I like a cut cock". I managed an uncomfortable smile and sat down. Dave was still stroking his cock, sliding his foreskin up over his glans then pulling it all the way down, exposing a very red, shiny knob. He was oozing precum as well, probably more than I was. It was then I realised, neither of us was looking at magazines any more.

I sat there stroking myself taking in his beautiful cock. I had never considered doing anything like this with another guy. I was straight, right? He began to slide across the couch towards me. He kept coming until his naked left hip was touching my naked right hip. His body heat and proximity made me even hornier. He reached over with his left hand and started stroking my shaft. I took his lead and grasped another guy's hard cock for the very first time. It felt wonderful, silky soft skin stretched over a steel-hard shaft. I ran my hand all the way to the top and squeezed out a large amount of precum. Dave wiped it up with his right index finger and brought it up to his mouth. He smiled as he licked his finger clean. He did it a second time but this time offered me the treat. I wrapped my lips around his finger and amazed myself when I thoroughly enjoyed the texture and taste of his precum. "I prefer it straight from the source", he said as he leant over and took my engorged knob into his mouth. He sucked and I felt my shaft begin to slide into his warm, wet mouth. His tongue pressed against the side of my cock exciting me even more. "I am going to cum soon", I gasped as I felt my orgasm rising deep in my groin. "Uh-huh", he grunted with his mouth full. My balls tingled and my cock felt like it would burst as the first of my spasms began. I heard Dave gag a little as my cum filled his mouth. He started gulping my semen down as I sent shot after shot into him. As my orgasm subsided, he let my cock leave his mouth. He licked the last of the cum from my cock and stroked himself fast and hard. He moved his groin closer to my hip as he began to shoot cum over my right hip, cock and balls.

We lay there for a bit, our cocks dribbling the last of our loads. We then jumped up and both headed to the bathroom as we heard his mum's car drive into the yard.

I started visiting Jake's house more often after that. Usually when I knew Jake wouldn't be home...