CHAPTER 6 CHRIS THE TIP
As winter turned in to spring, the days were getting warmer and I for one was glad to see the back of winter. Visits to Chris' den continued but less frequently as we now both had girlfriends. I was still seeing Jenny, by then almost four months and Chris started seeing a girl called Jessica, whom everyone called Jess. I would say that Chris and I were good looking guys and had managed to hook up with a pair of great looking girls. Jenny was a lithe gamine girl with long blonde hair, pert tits and a firm, small arse that I adored, whereas Jess was more Mediterranean in complexion with olive skin and dark brown hair. It had not escaped our notice that there was quite a similarity to the girls in the Teen Test magazine. We would eagerly talk about the new experiences we were having with our girlfriends going into great detail about their bodies and obviously even greater detail when talking about their boobs, pussies and bums.
Our wanking sessions began to revolve around talk of our girlfriends. It was great to talk about furtive snogging sessions in bedrooms whilst their parents watched TV downstairs and those times you would put your hand up their skirt to a sneaky feel of their bum at school. We would discuss how their bodies felt, describing in erotic detail how we would slip our hand underneath their top, unfastening a bra and the feel of their breasts. How we would rub and pinch there nipples. What it felt like when we slipped a hand into their knickers and felt for the first time a girl's pubic hair and the warm, wet lips of her pussy. As both girlfriends would only let us go so far, we would also share fantasies and how hot it would be to have a foursome; not one where we swapped girls but a girl-on-girl and boy-on-boy scenario. Just as we enjoyed watching each other wank the thought of having the girls watch us at play would be a mega turn on. Likewise, Jenny and Jess would be a sight to behold. In these fantasies, we would invariably focus on what Jenny and Jess were up to and didn't really go into the details of what the boy-on-boy part would involve.
It seems funny now, with hindsight, how we had made a distinction between what did and didn't constituted as being gay, like there was a line in the sand you could not cross. So, we were perfectly happy masturbating together; that this was what boys did and was merely a bit of fun, harmless experimenting and at most a more intimate form of male bonding. Even when we blatantly showed off and played with our balls or fingered our arses, it was still within the remit of self-pleasure. Even though, and let's be completely honest here, I knew there was more to it that just having a wank together. I was really getting off on being naked with another guy, the arousal I got from the male form, watching and being watched as we brought our cocks from a limp state to orgasm; the cum, the odour and the whole masculinity of it all.
So, without realising it we had imposed a restriction on what we did. For fear of crossing that line we kept it at sharing moments of self-pleasure; wanking together. So, we kept a lid on any desires we may have had to kiss each other or what it would be like to feel each other body. That crossing that line would most definitely condemn us as being gay. Not that I had any issues regarding being gay, but you have to bear in mind that if anyone were to find out, especially mates, there would have been little sympathy or acceptance and we would have simply been labelled as bummer, homo or poof.
Looking back, I think it is safe to say that we probably saw things in much more simple terms. That it was black and white, that someone is either gay or straight and, to be fair, this is pretty much how it appeared the world around us thought. You would read a story about a pop-star coming out and the perception was that that is what you had to do, to make a clear cut decision. Are you straight or are you gay. I even remember naively thinking at that time that bi-sexual simply meant a threesome.
With all that in mind, I had to wrestle with the strong desires and erotic fantasies I had involving other males. In my mind I had gone beyond simply wanting to masturbate together but had no idea how to bridge that gap. Often when Chris and I had stripped off and would be wanking I yearned to reach across and feel his naked flesh, grab his hard cock and fondle his balls, kiss him, lick him, suck him and taste him. At that point in time I could not say whether or not Chris wanted what I knew I wanted and wasn't prepared to take that chance.
So, what next! I guess in all aspects of life, every now and again you get to an impasse and we had gotten to ours. More often than not it is only an outside intervention that can bring about change and break the impasse. In our case, it was a trip to the local tip. Chris had a stash of porn in his den at home which had been collected from the paper recycling skip at our local council tip. The excitement of breaking in and the ability to nick stuff had all the right ingredients for a pair of teenage boys. We would find all sorts of stuff and steal it. There was also the added incentive of finding new mags to add to the stash. We would always rummagd through the paper recycling skip, looking for porn. Over the months we had found plenty of Penthouse, Playboy, Mayfair and the usual girlie mags and had given up on finding anything more hard core or kinky and hadn't even given any thought that there could be anything other than girlie mags.
At the tip we soon realised that there was a way to usually spot where the porn would be. What guys would do was to hide the porn mags they were throwing away in amongst newspaper and other mags, usually tied up in a bundle. This would avoid any chance of porn mags spilling out when being disposed of and the obvious embarrassment dumping them into the skip. So, we would always take a Stanley knife and whenever we saw a tied up bundle would immediately cut them open, looking for the treasures within.
One night, knee deep in paper as we trawled through the contents of the skip, I noticed Chris pull out a large bundle of papers and begin to cut and the bindings. He pulled out a few magazines and went quiet. My interest piqued I ask what he had found. "Come here." Chris tells me. "Have a look at what these." I stumbled through the scattered papers and mags to Chris who turned round with a number of glossy mags in his hand and presented them over to me. I took the mags and looked at the cover of the each; the first was titled Blueboy and had a tanned guy on the cover wrapped in a bright yellow towel, the second, another Blueboy featured a shirtless guy and the third, a copy of Advocate Men magazine, the cover of which had another shirtless guy who's muscular torso was shiny with oil. As I looked at the mags now in my hand my heart was racing, my stomach churned and my mouth had gone dry with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. And, I hadn't even looked through them yet. In my mind I was thinking `We've hit jackpot!' but tried to act as indifferent as possible. "Oh, these are gay." "Well come on. Let's have a look." Chris said grabbing at the mags. I gripped the mags and pulled back and said, "OK, OK, I'm getting there."
This was for the both of us the first time we had gay porn and as I turned the pages of the first magazine my hands were noticeably shaking. Being something I had fantasised about seeing thought made flesh in the glossy pages of a magazine was incredible. We had obviously seen naked men in the context of regular porn mags, but this was the first time we had seen the men as the focal point of a nude shoot; cute boys and muscular men, smooth and hairy bodies and of course, cocks. Soft cocks, semi hard cocks erect cocks and cocks spurting cum. Furthermore, we had certainly not seen men having sex with other men. As we flicked through the pages of magazines there was photo after photo of boys kissing boys, boys sucking men, of men fucking men. There was cum shots, facials and boys with smiles staring out of the page at you with cum-filled mouths. Even though I found the images glorious it was definitely a little awkward at first. We joked around feigning disgust, saying things like how we couldn't believe guys would do that kinda stuff. But neither of us fooled the other and after a while we just shut up.
As I turned page after page, there was no denying we were both getting more than a little aroused and by the time we had finished all three magazines were we both obviously flush with sexual excitement. My cock was now aching and pressed hard against the fabric of my fatigues and given that they were slightly loose fitting did nothing the hide the fact; there being an obvious bulge below the waistband. I glanced across at Chris' crotch, his clothing also did nothing to hide his erection which bulged down the left thigh of his jeans.
We both looked at each other and then Chris reached across and took the magazines from my hand. To my surprise, he stuffed them into his jacket and said he would add them to our stash. Although I was about to suggest it myself, I quizzed him, "Gay mags?!" To which he simply replied "It's still porn, isn't it!" After a long moment, he swung his arm and slapping my erection said "And you obviously get off on it too."
As we climbed out, over the wall and walked home we hardly spoke. Only our footsteps broke the silence and as numerous thoughts rushed through my mind, it occurred to me that the impasse between us must surely now have been broken. We had both seen in each other a deep arousal in what we saw in those magazines. It was obvious and we both knew it, that we were getting drawn into something deeper and that we wanted to experience something more physical. These magazines had revealed to us what we had denied and what was possible. It showed us the way. As we parted, I looked at Chris and putting my hand on his shoulder said, "I am glad you took those mags." He laughed, "Homo!" I pushed him, "Gay boy!" We headed our separate ways, Chris calling back, "See you soon." "You know it."
That night, images from the magazines filled my head and, as I lay in bed, my heart pounded as I imagined all manner of all male scenarios. As I played out homoerotic fantasies in my mind, I began to switch the boys from the magazines with Chris and myself and had the most amazing wank.
The following night we had arranged to meet up with mates in a nearby pub. By the time I got there, Chris was a little drunk and in a really good mood. "What's with you?" I enquired. With a cheeky grin he replied "Oh, you know. Nothing special, just reading some magazines" Later, when an opportunity arose to speak out of earshot of the guys, Chris said, "Coming back to mine?" I nodded just as one of our mates came over and handed me a pint we ended up back at his place.
By the time we left the pub it was near midnight and we had both had quite a lot to drunk. Although not totally gone, we were drunk enough and as we walked across town to Chris' house, he would put his arm around me and every now and again give my arse a squeeze. Far enough, he was a quite drunk but if I didn't know better I would say he was flirting with me. It was late as we crept in to his house, which was dark and silent. His parents were asleep so we made our way quietly to the attic room. Once in the attic, Chris pulled up the ladder, which gave us the privacy we needed. Smiling at me Chris said, "Nobody can bother us now." He reached across and taking my hand pulled me towards him. Bringing his face closer to mine he kissed me. As soon as our lips touched, I felt a rush of horny pleasure race through my body and I let go of an involuntary moan. I wrapped my right arm around his neck and tilted my head to the left, then I waited for him to do the same. As soon as he tilted his head, I added a little more suction to the kiss and parted my lips. I felt the inside of my lower lip slip into his mouth, then I smiled and reached out with my left hand to caress his soft cheek. He gave me a cute smile that sent a jolt of electricity through my loins, and I could feel his warm breath blowing into my mouth. I then felt his tongue push lightly against my mouth and as I parted my lips, his tongue then worked its way into my mouth and we start kissing deep and passionately. It was a wonderful sensation. How much and for how long Chris hadn't wanted this prior to finding the gay porn is difficult say, however I do think they had acted as a catalyst.
We stopped kissing and Chris went over to the where he hid the porn and, pulling up a floor board, started sifting through the glossy magazines. Ignoring the girlie mags, Chris pulled out the copies of Blueboy and Advocate Men. I immediately became aroused which combined with that strange feeling you get before you do something new; butterflies in the stomach, a mixture of nervousness anticipation and excitement. Chris collapsed on to the sofa and started laughing, "Come here gay boy." I smirked at him and joined him on the sofa, "Shut up, homo!" By joking, I think we found one way to confront some of the hang ups by making light of it all. It suddenly didn't matter and I for one kinda got off on him calling me gay. It was like when I was with him it brought out my gay side.
As we looked through the magazines, our inhibitions faded and we started to point out the guys we thought looked hot, which had the best bodies and of course, who had the nicest cock or juiciest arse. Having only had a cursory look through the mags at the tip, I was now able to proper look at each and every page. There were pictures of guys doing everything I had imagined, and some things I hadn't. Guys sucking cocks, fucking, eating ass, kissing, swallowing cum, swapping cum. I began imagining myself in all of them; having a long cock pushed down my throat, feeling a hard-on, tasting cum...I was getting really horny. Sat side by side, we turned the pages, totally engrossed by the glossy images of boys and men.
I am not sure who suggested it or if it had even been suggested, but we slowly began to undress. As Chris pulled off his shirt I reached across and ran my hand over his chest, giving his pec a firm squeeze. Grinning, he pulled down his jeans and sat back down on the sofa. His boxer shorts were tented by his hard cock which he revealed slowly by pulling his waistband down, along the shaft of his cock. As the waistband passed the head of his penis, it sprang back slapping against his stomach. We both looked at his cock for a moment and then I unbuttoned my fatigues, grabbing also the waistband of my boxers pulled both down to my knees. Standing up, both garments fell to the floor and were then kicked across the room. Adopting a pose of one of the boys in the magazine, I raised both arms above my head, my fully erect cock pointing upwards, letting Chris get a good look at my body. I was enjoying showing off, bending my erection downwards and letting it go so that it slapped back against his belly, swaying my hips, letting my cock jiggle around. "Do you like me? I said as I slowly turned around letting Chris get a good look at my arse. "Mmmm, your making me so horny." He said, giving my arse a firm smack. "Ow!" I yelped in surprise. Turning quickly around before he got another chance to give my arse a slap, I sat back down next to him. Chris spread his legs and began lightly stroking his up-curved, rock hard cock. I didn't need an invitation and joined in; there we were, naked, hard, stroking our cock, seriously turned on by the gay porn and the close proximity to each other masturbating.
The magazines discarded, we looked across at each other's cock, now the main focus of our attention. The mags were a new and exciting development, seeing all those cocks on the pages and being able to look over at the real thing right there next to me, was a massive turn on, sharing this moment and being utterly unabashed. Sitting to Chris' left, we were shoulder to shoulder. I released my hand from my cock and looked across at Chris, "I really want to look at your cock up close," I said. Chris just gave another sexy smirk , the look of lust and desire was enough of an answer. I just had to feel that cock of his. He moved his hand aside as I reached down and took hold of it, my fingers closing around the base of his shaft. The heat was incredible! I heard him moan at my touch as he leaned further back on the sofa, his head back, lifting his hips against my hand. I began stroking this hot, thick, eager cock facing me. Up the full length of it I let my fingers roam, and over the mushroom head, the soft, yet hard, mushroom head expanding my fingers as they rode over its thick, ridged width, then back down the shaft, all the way back to its base. I repeated this, marvelling at its hot thickness. He started thrusting his cock in time to my strokes as I took hold of it in both my hands, stroking him faster and harder. I pulled and bent it towards me, entranced by its hard rigidity. He moaned again and pulled back and away from me. As he did so, he smiled at the sight of my own dick standing hard and erect.
I brought my hand to my mouth and spat into the palm of my hand and started to gently massage his cockhead; first the slit, mixing the spit with some drops of pre-cum, making small circular motions with my palm, I started to work his cockhead over. I varied the speed and direction. Soon he was squirming and I could tell how delightful he thought this was. "Oh yes, that's really good!" He said under his breath. This close, I could feel him panting, his hot breath gently blowing the soft hairs on the back of my neck.
I leaned forward moving closer to his cock totally absorbed. With reached over with my left hand and cupping his balls pulled them up and started fondling them, running my fingers over the flesh of his scrotum. In doing so a waft of masculine odour hit my nostrils which drew me even closer, allowing me to savour even more of this fantastic aroma. As if in a trance, what I did next took me by surprised; learning forward I kissed his cock. I was giddy with excitement, my heart banging in my chest as I started to lap my tongue over the head. Breathing deeply the smell was incredible and as my tongue explored the glans of his penis, I was mesmerised by the fantastic taste of his cock. Placing my lips around the tip, I slowly sucked it in deeper, feeling his cock as it slid over my tongue and hit the back of my throat. I held it there for a moment, panting, regaining my composure and then took the last of his cock, burying my nose into his wiry pubes, down all the way to my balls. Still holding his balls with my left hand, his cock had vanished completely inside my mouth. I let the intense sensation of this boy's cock in my mouth wash over me, as I began to suck, bringing my mouth up to the head and then swallowing it whole yet again.
I took my mouth off his cock and glanced up at Chris. "Oh my god! That is so good." I needed not more encouragement and moved to the floor in front of Chris, giving me better access and him a better view. I took hold of his spit-glistening dick, and wrapped my hand around it, lowered my mouth and swirled my tongue over his slit tasting the pre-cum. He moaned as I placed my tongue at the base of his shaft and ran my tongue up his cock to the tip and back again. I then licked his balls and let my tongue travel underneath where I found the aroma absolutely intoxicating, pressing my face into his balls. Wanting more of the delicious flavour I suck one ball and then another into my mouth, swirling them over my tongue.
Satisfied that I had had my fill, I settled into a full blown blow job. I wanted so much to give a great blow job, but obviously had a lot still to learn. Every now and again I would make myself gag and my eyes started watering. However, I doubt Chris would have noticed given that his head was back and he a gently moaning. By now he was leaking quite a bit of pre-cum, and I could taste it as I swirled my tongue around his cock. As images from the mags of boys with mouthfuls of cum flooded my mind, I started to look forward to what was surely imminent.
I had settled into a good rhythm and could sense that he was close. I wanted to give him an amazing blow job especially as Jess had yet to blow him. He moaned softly as he pushed his hips forward, sliding his stiff, velvety, shaft across my tightly pursed lips and into my hot sucking mouth. He began to pump his hips back and forth, fucking my face with his hard, young manhood, whilst I increased suction with my mouth. Suddenly, and no warning, I felt him tense up "I'm cumming" He groaned. As he grabbed my head I felt his cock pulse and shoot a load into my mouth; a surge of hot, creamy, salty cum hit the roof of my mouth and across my tongue. He was grunting, "ugh, ugh, ugh," as he erupted into my hungry sucking mouth. Already aware that he was a heavy cummer, I was not surprised as he kept shooting his hot young delicious sperm into my mouth. Needless to say, I eagerly swallowed every drop he had to offer.
I got up and dropped on to the sofa next to Chris. "That was fucking soooo good." he breathlessly panted still drained from his orgasm. "I liked it too. Does that make me gay?" I joked. "ha" He laughed "Guess it does." We both laughed, maybe part nerves and then I noticed Chris' expression change, a slightly confused look crossing his face. "Yeah girls really turn me on but so do you." He added, blushing red. "I've wanted to do this with you for ages." He continued with a cheeky. "...And this." He added, somewhat shakily getting up from the sofa.
With bubbling excitement, I watched my mate drop to his knees in front of me, adopting the position I'd been in moments before. Placing his hands on my knees, he spread my legs and stared for a moment at my cock that was by now achingly hard. "Nice." He said, as he took it into his right hand, his eyes transfixed as he wanked the first cock other than his own. Tentatively he licked a bead of pre-cum, which he must obviously have liked as he started swirling his wet tongue over my sensitive bell end. I couldn't help but moan with pleasure.
Even though this was the first time Chris had gone down on a guy, he was doing just fine. His hot wet mouth felt so good on my knob that my cock throbbed. At first he was a little unsure and asked if he was doing OK. I told him to think back to what I'd done to him, not that I was an expert but more that I wanted to give him the reassurance. This seemed to do the job as he returned to my cock with a renewed gusto, his sucking mouth and lips wanking it and his tongue stimulated it. The more he sucked my cock the better he got. "I'm going to cum." I warned and was delighted that he carried on sucking. He even sucked me harder. "Here it comes." I gasped as I felt the pre-orgasm warning tingle in my cock and balls. I looked down at his sexy face as I began pumping my boy spunk into his mouth. Chris had carried on sucking and once done spunking I was impressed to see him savouring my cum before swallowing.
In the post orgasm afterglow, there was certainly a degree of embarrassment mixed, I guess, with a sense of release. Finding the gay porn mags had brought to the fore and made us confront something that after the event we had obviously both been thinking about. As we talked we opened up and in a roundabout way confessed that we also got turned on by guys. It wasn't an easy conversation at first but I felt liberated talking about what it was I liked and what turned me on. It was great to be able to finally share this with another guy.
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