Discovery 1 – Matt and Chris
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DiscoveryMy sister April came down the stairs to the lower level of our tri-level home. She walked across the room, standing at the end of the couch. I looked up from my video game and said, “What’s up, April?”“Nothing, Matt. I wanted to let you know I’m headed over to Gwen’s house. Mom is at Uncle Greg and Aunt Linda’s house and probably won’t be home until tomorrow night. Uncle Greg is having a party, and you know Mom won’t drive after she’s had a few drinks,” April said.“Have a good time,” I told my eighteen-year-old sister. “Chris is coming over to play video games later.”“Have fun, nerd. I’ll see you later. I’ll probably spend the night at Gwen’s,” April said as she walked away.My sister and I lived with our mom in the house she and Dad built after they were married. My father lost his battle with cancer five years ago. Fortunately, his life insurance and investments allowed Mom to remain in the house, pay off all the bills, and have a sizable sum left over.The year my dad passed away, I acted out and failed a grade. From then on, my sister April and I were in the same class. I wised up, buckled down, and brought my scores up. I became what the kids called a nerd because I spent all my time studying, working on my computer, and playing video games. To say I was a social outcast, was an understatement.During my senior year, I met Chris. He and his family moved into our middle-class neighborhood in time for him to finish his last term at my school. As we got to know one another, we discovered we shared an equal passion for video games. Whenever we could, Chris and I would get together at one of our houses to play our games.It was June, two weeks after April, Chris, Gwen, and I graduated. Gwen was Chris’s stepsister and had become good friends with my sister. The girls had different interests and didn’t hang around with Chris and me very often. Where Chris and I preferred to play video games and fool around on our computers, our sisters ran with the in-crowd. The girls played volleyball and were involved in the social clubs at school.All four of us planned to go to the community college and live at home for at least two years. Because of our grades, any of us could get accepted to a university. We decided it would be less expensive to attend the local college and take classes we could transfer later.I was checking out a new game on my system when I heard a knock at my window. Looking up, I saw Chris standing outside. When I went to the window, Chirs held up a paper bag.“Open the window,” Chris said.I slid the screen over so Chris could hand me the paper bag. He chuckled when I looked inside and saw the case of beer.“Let me in,” Chris said.I pushed the screen closed and headed up to the backdoor. When I opened the door, Chris stepped into the house. He handed me a pizza, telling me he brought food.“Where did you score the beer?” I said.“Max from work bought it for me. You owe me eight bucks for half the beer and pizza,” Chris said.Chris and I worked at a lumber yard. Max was an older man who worked in the warehouse with us. He would buy for us if we wanted him to.I checked to make sure my mother had left before we went down to my room. Chris carried the pizza and his backpack. I put the beer in our second refrigerator.The lower level of our house was a recreation room. My bedroom, a bathroom, the utility room, and the laundry took up the remainder of the space. The middle level of the house contained the living room, a kitchen, and a den. My mom and sister’s bedrooms were on the upper level, giving me all the privacy I wanted.In the recreation room, we had a couch, an easy chair, and flat-screen television. I had connected my game console to the television and surround sound system. It made a great gaming setup.Once Chris had settled onto the couch, I ran upstairs for paper-plates and napkins. Chris went to the refrigerator and brought us beers.“I got the new game,” I said between bites of pizza.“Cool, I can’t wait to whip your ass,” Chris isvecbahis said.“What makes you think you’re going to beat me? You know I’m a better player than you are,” I shot back.Laughing, Chris said, “Maybe I’ll win after you have a few of these in you.” Chris held up his can of beer.My friend and I kibbitzed as we ate half of the large pizza and sucked down a couple of beers. Once we’d eaten our fill, I put the leftover food away.Sitting on the couch with Chris, I fired up my game console. The game was new to both of us, so we spent the next hour learning how to play it. When we played a real game, I won.“You’re a dick, Matt,” Chris said.“You didn’t do too bad. We’re just learning,” I replied.For the next two and a half hours, we played the video game and sipped cold beer. A gentle breeze came in the open window, making it comfortable in the room. The weather was warm during the day, cooling down at night. It wasn’t warm enough to run the air conditioning, so we kept the windows open. The lower level of the house sat halfway underground. The upper five-feet were above grade, allowing large windows.We decided to take a break. Chris reached into his backpack and produced a baggie of pot.“Want to burn one?” Chris asked.“Sure, but we have to go outside,” I replied.Chris rolled a couple of joints. We went to the backyard, sitting on the picnic table while passing a hand-rolled joint back and forth. We talked about our jobs, both of us agreeing we were lucky to have them. The lumber yard catered to the construction industry and wasn’t open on the weekends.After smoking the second joint, we headed back inside. “I see your plan, Chris. You’re going to get me fucked up so you can win.”“I don’t think so, Matt. I’m just as buzzed as you are,” Chris said.Chris and I opened beers, sat on the couch, and started playing again. Neither of us did very well in our state. We laughed a lot but didn’t score well. After another hour, we decided to take another break.“I guess we shouldn’t drink and smoke if we want to play,” I said.“Not if we’re going to try doing well. Getting high and playing is okay once in a while,” Chirs said.Chris got up, went to his backpack, and returned with a DVD case. He removed the game from the console, put the DVD in, and sat next to me. I noticed he was closer than before.“We can check this out while we take a break,” Chris said.Picking up the controller, he pressed the play button. The screen lit up, displaying an FBI statement. A moment later, I realized we were watching a porn video.I wasn’t ignorant of porn. I had visited many sites on the internet, using what I found as a stimulus for my private masturbation sessions. It was the first time I’d ever watched with someone else. I felt a bit uncomfortable as I watched the action unfold. It was typical porn, with a man and woman coming together and playing with each other.“I have a few of these videos,” Chris said as he watched. I just nodded. “You’ve seen porn before, haven’t you?”“I’ve watched it on the net, but I’ve never seen a full DVD,” I replied.“This one is pretty hot. Wait until they get going,” Chris said.The woman in the video pulled the man’s cock out and began stroking him. I watched the action, feeling my cock swelling in my shorts. The man removed the woman’s shirt and bra, exposing her breasts.“She has a nice pair of tits, doesn’t she?” Chris said.“No, shit! They look fake, though,” I said.“They probably are fake, but who cares. Tits are tits,” Chris said.Chris paused the video, rolled a joint, and asked if I want to join him. I nodded and got up. He grabbed a couple of beers, and we went outside.Sitting on the picnic table, Chris lit the joint. He took a hit and passed it to me. We passed it back and forth, filling our lungs with the harsh smoke.“How far have you gone with a girl?” Chris asked.I chuckled and said, “I’ve never dated a girl. How about you?”“I’ve gone out with a few girls,” Chris said.“Maybe I’ll meet a chick one of these days,” I said.“We isveçbahis giriş should hit the city pool this summer. I’ll bet we can score there. My sister says a lot of chicks hang around at the pool,” Chris said.“Sounds like a plan to me, Chris,” I said.We finished the joint and headed back inside. Chris went to get cold beers, while I sat on the couch waiting for him. When he sat down, I noticed he was closer than before. He restarted the video, sat back, and began watching.As we watched the video, Chris began making comments about the action on the screen. He talked about how hot the girl’s ass was, how sexy she looked as she sucked the man’s cock, and how her tits shook.Feeling movement, I glanced at Chris. He had his hand between his legs, rubbing his cock. When he saw me, Chris smiled.“I can’t help it, Matt. Watching this gets me going.” Chris looked at my crotch and chuckled. “Looks like you’re enjoying it too.”Having my friend know I was getting hard unsettled me, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. My cock was throbbing as I watched the couple on the screen. Unable to control myself, I ran the palm of my hand over my bulge.While trying to pay attention to the movie, I couldn’t help glancing at Chris. He shifted his cock, so it stood up and continued rubbing it.The woman on the screen knelt while the man fucked her from behind. Her moaning and gasps caused me to become even more excited.“This movie is fucking hot,” Chris said. “It’s turning me on so much I’m going to lose it.”“I can’t believe how she can take his cock up her ass,” I said.“Awe, fuck it,” I heard Chris say.Turning my head, I watched my friend lower his zipper. He wiggled on the couch, pushing his shorts and underwear down his legs. I gasped as I watched him wrap his hand around his cock and stroke the length. Chris smiled at me as he kicked his shorts and underwear off his feet. I was a bit surprised to see his cock and balls were hairless, and the pubic hair above his cock was trimmed short.“Go ahead and get your cock out. I can see its as hard as mine,” Chris said.I shook my head but continued rubbing myself through my clothes. “I’m good,” I said.“Haven’t you ever jacked off with your friends?” Chris said.“No, never. Have you done it before?” I replied.“Sure. Before we moved here, a few friends and I used to jack off in front of each other. It’s no biggy, just a few guys getting off,” Chris said.As Chris sat stroking his cock, I couldn’t help mentally comparing his to mine. His cock looked like it was almost as big as my dick. I shook my head, realizing what I was thinking. I returned my attention to the video and increased the pressure of my hand on my cock.It wasn’t long before it felt uncomfortable rubbing myself through my shorts. I decided to unzip my shorts and put my hand inside. I didn’t want Chris to think I was lame. When I reached into my pants, I let out a soft moan. The feeling my hand on my bare cock felt much better.I glanced toward Chris, noticing he was smiling at me. At that point, I was overly excited by the movie and what my friend was doing. As I played with my cock, I worked my shorts lower on my legs. A moment later, my shorts and underwear were past my balls, exposing me to another person for the first time.Curling my fingers around my shaft, I stroked up and down. The feelings running through me were foreign, but not unwelcome. I couldn’t remember feeling as excited as I was at the moment.“That’s not too bad, is it?” Chris said. I felt myself grinning as I shook my head. “You’ve got a nice cock. How big is it? It looks like its about eight inches.”I knew my cock was just over eight inches when it was fully hard. For some reason, my embarrassment faded as I continued jacking off. “Yeah, it’s about eight.”“Mine is almost seven inches,” Chris said as he waggled his shaft. He watched my hand moving up and down. “Do you know what a circle jerk is?”I’d heard the phrase, but never knew what it meant. I looked at Chris isveçbahis yeni giriş and shook my head.The movie ended with the man spraying his semen on the woman’s face. Chris stopped the video as the credits scrolled on the screen. He changed the DVD, got up, and asked if I wanted another beer. When I nodded, he headed for the refrigerator.I was still holding my dick when Chris came back and handed me a beer. I took the can, put it to my mouth, and chugged about a third of it. When Chris sat down, he was mear inches from my leg. While he was getting the beers, I had removed my shorts and boxer-briefs.Chris started the next video. We sat watching as the movie began, showing two couples this time. The plotless story started with the two women making out.After a few minutes of silence, Chris said, “A circle jerk is where two or more guys get together and jack off.”Grinning, I said, “Like we’re doing, right?”Chuckling, Chris said, “Almost.” He reached over, wrapped his hand around my cock, and began jacking me off. “When you have a circle jerk, everyone does someone else.”I felt my body stiffen as my friend gently played with my cock. Sensing my discomfort, Chris gave my cock a knowing squeeze.“It isn’t gay, Matt. It isn’t like we kiss or anything. It’s just friends making each other feel good. We jack each other off, and stuff,” Chris explained. “It’s not much different from doing it with a girl.”I had to admit to myself that what Chris was doing with my cock felt great. It was the first time someone other than me touched it, and it was terrific. My reservations dissipated as I watched Chris’s hand stroking my cock. It may have been the pot, the beer, or just the situation. Regardless, I was really enjoying it.Returning our attention to the video, Chris stroked me while we watched the action unfold. The two women had stripped and had their heads between each other’s legs. The two men stood near the girls, stroking themselves.As I watched and experienced the feeling of Chris playing with me, I realized I should probably return the favor. I glanced at Chris’s crotch, watching as he fondled himself with his free hand. Tentatively, I moved my hand between his legs, replacing his hand with mine. If I thought the feeling of Chris playing with my cock was exciting, I realized touching him raised the bar.I had played with my cock countless times, but it paled to the feeling of touching someone else. When I looked at my friend, he smiled.“Matt, you don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable doing. I don’t mind doing you if you don’t want to jack me off,” Chris said.I moved my hand down his shaft, curled my fingers under his balls, and said, “I’m good.”Nodding, Chris said, “Yes, in fact, you’re terrific.”When Chris pushed his leg against mine, I pushed back. The added contact added to the feeling rushing through my body and mind. For the next few minutes, Chris and I jacked each other off. I tried different things as I became accustomed to touching a man.“You said you and your friends jacked each other off and stuff. What else did you do?” I asked.As an answer to my question, Chris leaned over and covered the head of my cock with his mouth. I watched the back of his head while he bobbed up and down, taking over half of my dick into his mouth. I felt his tongue rubbing me, and the firm suction as once again, I experienced something new.If someone had told me I would enjoy a man sucking my cock, I would have said I wasn’t gay, and there was no way I would let it happen. Yet here I was. My friend was blowing me as I held his cock. Feeling his mouth on my cock was so intense I was unable to move my hand on his dick.Chris sat up, smiling at me. “You know, stuff.” Chris’s expression softened. “I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship, Matt. I like girls a lot more than men, but sometimes it’s nice to get off like this too.”I thought for a moment and then said, “So, does this make us bisexual?”“To be honest, I don’t like labels. I feel I’m just sexual. I enjoy the feeling it gives me, regardless of who it is. As I said, I’m not into kissing men or having anal sex, but blow jobs and jacking off are cool with me. A few of my friends from my old neighborhood were into more, but I wasn’t.”
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