First Time Jerking Off With a Friend

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

This year I was lucky enough to have my parents go on a trip during my Winter break. I had the house to myself for a whole week. At first I mostly just walked around naked by myself and jerked off all over the place, not getting up to anything special for the first couple days. Then I had my friend Nathan sleep over. We stayed up late having fun and playing games and flashing each other our dicks and other boy stuff like that.

The next morning, we were in the living room on separate couches watching Youtube together with our blankets still on, also playing on our phones. I'm not a big fan of just binging on Youtube but he was one of those guys. However, soon the algorithm was giving us sort of sexy videos involving bikini-clad girls hopping around. So of course, the two of us horny boys were locked in and enjoying it.

It was cold that day, so we were each wrapped in a thick blanket, and the living room felt quiet in that slow morning way. I still had on the thin shorts and T-shirt I had slept in,  and they felt soft and loose against my body. Combined with being used to jerking off all day since my parents had left, it was already hard to avoid the instinct of touching myself 100% of the time. Nathan settled back into his spot on the other couch, where his feet were near my head, since the couches touched in an L shape. We kept pausing the video to point girls that we thought were hot.

He picked a girl in a red bikini and said she looked "so fuckable". I pointed out another one who had jumped into a pool and said, "She could take both our dicks at once."

I didn't really know what I was saying, but I had seen all the wild porn that the internet had to offer, so my imagination was wild.

Nathan nudged my head with his foot from under his blanket and said she was totally my type. We laughed, but he was right. That was when everything started to shift for me. The cold room, the cozy, comfortable warmth under the blanket, Nathan next to me, both of us talking openly about how horny we were. It created something I had never felt before, a mix of embarrassment and thrill that made my pulse thump in my neck. It was the first time I ever had the urge to jerk it with a friend right there. My boner was so hard it was chafing against my gym shorts, and I kept thinking about sliding my hand underneath to get some kind of relief. 

I knew we both had boners, as that part wasn’t subtle. We both had to subtly adjust our stiffness repeatedly, which we had developed as an instinct as males. But all the teasing and the dumb commentary from each other, as well as the fact that it was just us alone in my house did something different to me. I had become sort of liberated. My dick felt like it was turning into a solid rock under my blanket, pressing hard against my gym shorts every time I shifted my body at all. I was literally chafing and having trouble not touching myself.

It wasn’t just the girls on-screen. The whole thing felt extra horny because I was watching it with him. I wasn’t thinking about him in a sexual way exactly, but it was like we were doing something slightly forbidden that we weren’t supposed to be doing together. It made my skin literally tingle a little. It was exciting in a way I had never really experienced before

The ache in my hard shaft kept building until my cock was firmly scraping against the inside of my shorts. Every tiny movement made it worse. I pressed my thighs together to try to adjust it, but that only made the fabric drag across the tip, which made me wince. I swallowed, trying to stay chill.

“Dude, I got a hella boner,” I said, attempting a casual tone.

Nathan chuckled without looking away from the screen. “You should air it out for a bit.”

He said it like it was a joke, but it hit me like a good idea. My whole body lit up with the thought of actually doing it in the same room as him. The concept alone made my cock twitch so hard it almost hurt. I really wanted to do it, and I was frozen with indecision and anticipation. My eyes stared ahead at the screen while my hand remained firmly around my shaft under the blanket, holding it tight.

A minute later he went to my kitchen to grab some food. The second he left the room, the pressure in my shorts felt unbearable, so I slid my hand down the front of them. My fingers brushed the head of my aching dick, and the relief was instant. I rubbed slow circles around the tip, just enough to ease the sting without making myself moan out loud.

My cock pulsed under my palm, warm and swollen, and I could feel the pre-cum collecting in a messy, pleasurable slime. The blanket hid everything, but the way my hips kept lifting would make it obvious that I was doing something under there.

He came back a moment later with a banana in his hand. I froze, but didn’t pull my hand away. I let it rest there, pressed lightly against the underside of my shaft. I felt that steady ribbon of pre-cum sliding down the length, and I held my breath so he wouldn’t hear how shaky it was.

As soon as he sat back down on the couch, something in me lit up. It was like the whole room shifted. My skin felt tighter, my chest felt hot, and the idea that he was right there while I was leaking and throbbing under a blanket made everything sharper.

He didn’t look over. He just went straight back to watching the YouTube video, leaning back like nothing about this was unusual. That made it even hotter. The casualness. The silence. The fact that he didn’t even seem curious.

My dick twitched against my palm. The pulse in it was so heavy I felt it in my thighs.

“I have my dick out under here,” I said, feeling a nervous smile take over my face. My voice cracked a little, and I felt my pulse spike in my throat. 

He laughed immediately, this surprised laugh where he almost choked for a second. I could tell he didn’t know if I was joking or not, but he also wasn’t bothered either way. That laugh alone made my cock throb again, harder than before.

“Fuck, I'm so horny,” he said after another minute. 

"Me too," I replied, gripping myself tightly under the blanket.

“You gonna jerk off?” he asked casually. 

I looked at him out of the corner of my eyes. “I will if you don’t care.”

“I don’t care,” he said, “just keep it under the blanket.”

My body felt the thrill as I pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees under the blanket, while Nathan didn’t react at all. 

I started being obvious about playing with myself, rubbing up and down slowly, smearing my pre-cum into the head, feeling the most intense sensations. It was like I was 1000x more sensitive than normal and it felt 1000x better than ever.

This was already the best wank sesh of my life. I had never had another person there sitting right next to me watching me get off, and it felt so fucking good I felt like I was having an orgasm already even though I hadn't cum yet.

I kept edging myself for what must have been more than an hour. I even groaned and let out quick breaths from time to time, making Nathan chuckle intermittently. He mimicked me a few times while laughing at me, but I could tell he was mostly just letting me do it casually. I started to thrust my hips slowly upwards and even tent the blanket with my cock. I saw him looking out of the corner of his eye, probably trying to gauge if I was really doing it or not. At one point I knew I couldn’t hold off on cumming much longer, and I told Nathan to throw me a paper towel so I could get ready to "catch my nut". 

He handed it to me and sat back down, then started chatting about something random. I don’t even remember what he was talking about, but he went on a slight tangent when I went over the edge and started squirting my load all over myself. I grunted and tensed, leaning forward involuntarily as the waves of orgasm retched my body. I jizzed up to my chest, which had never happened before. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I was soaking wet by the time I was done, and I felt it dripping down my ribs. 

Nathan sat up excitedly, finally taking an interest. He looked at me and asked, “Did you actually cum?”

I sat there breathing heavily, my eyes half closing, my post-nut exhaustion making me ready for a nap already. I nodded, my focus falling away from him and more on how I was going to clean up my jizz off myself.

"Really?" he said, like he was curious if I was telling the truth.

"Yeah," I said, and I felt my face turn red. 

"Show me," he said.

"No," I said, suddenly shy after cumming. But my half smile told him he just had to push a little harder and I would let him see it.

He walked over and looked down at me. I could see his own shameless boner in his pants now from all the excitement. I didn't stop him as he gently lifted the blanket off me to see my hard dick pressed against my stomach, with my strings of cum oozing down my sides, threatening to hit the couch under me. I was too lazy to even wipe myself up yet, so I just let him look. The smell of my load hit both of us at once, and while it made me want to clean up, it only seemed to excite him. I think he was catching on to the "naughty" aspect of it that I had gotten off to. It just took him seeing a full load cross that barrier.

He stared for a full minute as my cum started to turn clear and dry on my stomach before dropping the blanket and sitting back down on his couch to keep watching TV. I wiped up with the napkin and threw it into the corner of the room.

In an instant, we went to acting like nothing had happened at all. I grabbed my own banana from the kitchen and our Youtube algorithm switched us automatically to gaming channels, like it knew I had cum and didn't need any more gooner material. 

Of course, within a few minutes, we had wound ourselves up again, spurred on more by Nathan than by me, and we were talking about porn. We pulled up some videos to show each other and rubbed ourselves through our clothes while watching it, just casual and horny. I asked if he wanted to see me jack off again, and he said no but I could tell he did want me to do it. I pushed it further and asked if he wanted me to jack him off. Again, he declined, saying he was fine doing it himself.

But a few minutes later, a girl on-screen got rough with a guy, and something changed in his face. He glanced at me and quietly asked, "Would you give me head?"