When I was 15 years old my best friend shot cum all over me.
It had taken three years to get to this point, and it had been a rollicking ride the whole way.
Marc was a natural comedian, good tennis player and reasonable trumpeter. He was also one sexy 70s dude with his broad shoulders, sandy feathered hair and tight tennis shorts. We shared a love of the freedom our bicycles offered in roaming the streets and environs of our small South Texas hometown, and his summer job as overnight `security guard' of the municipal swimming pool always led to illicit skinny dipping.
Even naked in the pool at 3am our relationship was always platonic with nothing more sexual than his tales of getting blowjobs from a girl in the trumpet section. He was a bit prone to exaggeration so I usually chalked these up to wishful thinking on his part, but I could imagine any girl being lucky to get her lips around his substantial cut cock. I'd never seen him hard, but after dozens of furtive glances at his soft dick I could imagine him with 7.5 inches of teenage bone.
Over time, as I realized I was probably gay, my desire to see Marc hard became more urgent. One night while we were naked in the pool a passing cop noticed us horsing around in the water and shined his patrol light at us and wanted to know what we were doing. Well, Marc just climbed out of the pool and walked unashamedly naked to the fence and explained to the officer about his job and said we would get out of the pool and get to sleep. He never tried to hide his junk or even seemed the slightest bit embarrassed. His bravery gave me the most powerful erection I had ever experienced.
Of course, the cop demanded I get out of the pool and head into the office before he would leave. I grabbed the briefs I had discarded by the ladder, climbed out and held them in front of my cock as I ran to the office. Once inside I pulled them on just before Marc entered still naked and laughing his ass off at how much fun his stunt was. I was drying myself with a towel and trying to hide the boner in my wet briefs. When I looked over at Marc I couldn't help but notice the semi he was now sporting as he too dried himself. Once done, he turned off the office light and flopped down on his air mattress not bothering put on his boxers. We joked for a few minutes as my eyes adjusted to the darkness and he drifted off to sleep.
It was a sweltering night as usual and Marc lay naked next of me, his penis now fully hard and more beautiful than I had ever imagined. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to make contact with my desires and I slowly moved my hand to within inches of Marc's rampant erection. The last few inches took several minutes, but finally I lay my hand lightly across the hard thickness. There was no response from Marc so I slowly wrapped my fingers around him and pulled the cock away from his stomach to test its hardness and strength. It was incredible, but I felt like I had reached my goal for the night. I let go of him and settled in to try to sleep as my cock leaked a lake in my briefs.
Maybe three minutes later Marc whispered "You want to finish the job?" In that moment of mortification I feigned sleep and didn't respond. I heard him moving around and soon felt something fleshy on the back of his hand. He was offering me his penis in the gentlest way possible, allowing me to act on my desires without judgement. Who was I to say no?!
I turned my hand over and, in silence, began to stroke him as he knelt over me. No words were exchanged as I wanked him with my left hand and myself with my right. I remember so clearly how my cock responded in kind each time his throbbed or burped up precum. I felt completely in sync with him. After perhaps two minutes of working him he began a series of short low moans and I knew he was nearing climax. I continued my steady stroking and quickly shot a huge load in my briefs. Then with a great throb and thrust of his hips he unloaded across my exposed chest and stomach. The thickness and heat of his jizz felt amazing on my skin and he soon replaced my hand with his own to make sure I received every drop he had to offer.
Soon he was back to sleep as I let his gift dry over me. At dawn I pulled on my shorts and t-shirt and crept out of the office to head home to shower and another hot masturbation session in front of the mirror gazing at the crusty remains of Marc's cum on my body. We met up that afternoon and pretended nothing had happened. He returned to tales of blowjobs but never offered his penis to me again. I think he knew that our friendship was too special to mess up with ongoing encounters he didn't truly desire. He had given me the introduction to pleasing a man he knew I needed and never failed to jokingly encourage me to try other guys he saw me ogling. I will always be grateful for his good-natured kindness and long friendship.