I moved in with my girlfriend next door to Steve and his wife Cary a few months ago. They were a nice couple of in their early thirties, Steve's wife looked a little weathered compared to my girlfriend who was only 23, but the shape she kept her body in more than made up for the few wrinkles showing on her face. We had spoken a few times but I hadn't really gotten to know them until my girlfriend went home to see her family for the weekend and I caught up with Steve in the back yard.
"How's it going man, little lady out of town for the weekend is she?"
I told him she was but that I was glad because I had a ton of stuff to do around the house this weekend. Steve suggested I take a break and swing over for a beer which as hot as it was outside, I was more than happy to accept.
We went in through the back yard into his kitchen where he got two cold beers out of the fridge and handed me one. We made small talk as we relaxed in his living room talking about jobs, women, where we were from etc. I noticed Steve had a 60 inch, flat screen TV that must have cost him a fortune and I told him I would definitely be coming over when football season started.
Steve told me I was more than welcome to, that football is fun to watch on the big screen, but the real treat he had discovered with his new tv was when his wife and he watched pornos. I almost got a hard on right there thinking about his hot bodied little wife finger banging herself in the middle of her living room watching some nasty hardcore porn. I played it off like it was no big deal, like everyone I knew does it but when he asked me if my girlfriend and I watch porn together I had to admit that we had only done it once and she did not get overly excited about it. He said we must have been watching the wrong movie, that I should borrow one of his and get her to try it again. With that he opened up the entertainment center and showed me a pretty impressive collection of DVD smut. I told him I would love to try it again but I had no idea how to distinguish good porn from bad. He pulled one movie out and popped it into his DVD player and told me this was definitely one if his favorites, and that he had a couple of scenes in mind that should do the trick. He flipped through to one of the scenes with two smoking hot girls and a guy and let it play while he went to the kitchen to get another beer. When he came back, I noticed he glanced down at my crotch which by this time was sporting a throbbing hard-on. He handed me my beer and kind of chuckled a little. My face got instantly red and I said,
"what did you expect, isn't that what pornos are supposed to do?"
He laughed out loud and said "absolutely man, I didn't mean to embarrass you, take care of business right here if you want, after all, isn't that what you are supposed to do with pornos?"
I was pretty sure he was joking, but the thought lingered for a minute and I just went back to drinking my beer and watching the action on the screen. By this time, the two chicks were eating each other out in a 69 and the guy was banging one of them from behind. It was getting pretty hot, on the screen and in the room, and I looked over to see Steve rubbing his crotch through the front of his pants.
he looked at me and shrugged his shoulders, then again in a half-joking voice he said, "my wife wont be home for a couple of hours, if you want to jerk off, you can just do it over there and I can do it over here and we don't have to look at each other or anything."
I still wasn't sure if he was joking or not, but the idea had my bone about to explode out the front of my pants, so I decided to test him on it. " so if I take my dick out right here and start jerking off, you will do the same and we wont be fags as long as we don't look at each other right?"
"exactly" Steve said, " I mean, you would otherwise go home and spank one out as soon as you walked in the door right?"
I had never even come close to even thinking about considering doing something like this before, but damn did this situation intrigue and excite the hell out of me, so I took a deep breath and unzipped the front of my pants. I took my throbbing dick out, but just held it there in my hand because Steve had not moved and was not only still looking at me, he was staring right at it. I cleared my throat and gave him an impatient look, and he broke out of whatever trance had him locked on my hard cock to say, "oh sorry man, I'm not looking, go ahead and do your thing."
I still waited, not moving my hand at all except to squeeze hard on my cock until I noticed Steve had finally open his pants and was fishing around inside trying to free his dick as well. A couple of minutes later, my eyes locked on the tv screen I started to feel more comfortable and finally started to move my hand up and down on my meat. I was afraid to even glance over, but could tell out of the corner of my eye that Steve was doing the same thing at a bit more fevered pace. At this point I just decided what the hell and started to beat my meant with a little more fervor. I didn't take my eyes off the TV, so I had no idea whether or not Steve was watching me, but I didn't care, I was going for broke now because I knew my nuts would never forgive me if I didn't release them. AS the guy on the screen yanked his cock out of the hottie and started spewing a huge load of cum all over the other girl's face, I knew I was going over the edge. As I felt my orgasm build from the bottom of my toes, up through my balls and into the base of my cock, I couldn't help but look over, just out of curiosity to see what Steve was doing. He had his eyes closed when I first looked, but out of instinct the second I looked at him, his eyes opened and he looked towards me. As soon as he caught my eyes, thick ropes of cum started shooting out of the end of my dick and splashing all over my chest and stomach. About two squirts in to my intense orgasm, Steve's face tensed and he started shooting his load of cum as well. He wasn't paying attention to where it was going, and the intensity of the moment was broken when he noticed some of his cum had landed on the couch. He laughed and quickly grabbed his T-shirt and started to blot at it while I looked around for something to clean myself up with. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable and shoved my dick, still covered with cum back in my pants and stood up. I felt the cool wetness of my load smearing all over my leg and the inside of my pants and decided I had to get out of there. I quickly thanked him for the beer and practically sprinted out the back door towards my yard. I don't know why I felt like shit about it afterwards, I knew I wasn't gay and didn't have any urges to touch or do anything more with Steve, but for some reason I spent the rest of the day feeling pretty guilty about what I had just done.
By the next day I wasn't thinking much of it, that is until I went in the backyard and saw Steve coming out his back door towards me. The feeling of shame came back immediately and I pretended not to notice him, but he came right over and asked if I wanted to come hang out on the back porch and talk for a few minutes. As long as I didn't have to go back in the house, to the scene of the crime, I figured it would be better to talk about it and clear the air than to have to live next door to each other and try and avoid him forever. So we went and sat down on his porch, he went inside to retrieve a couple of beers and came back out and sat down across from me.
After a minute or two of uncomfortable silence, Steve was the first to say anything, "that was pretty weird huh."
The way he said it, like he was thinking exactly what I was thinking made me fee a little more comfortable right away and I kind of chuckled and said. "uh, just a little..."
"Don't worry" Steve said, "I think we're in the same boat, I haven't ever done anything like that either and I don't want you to think I am going to try and come on to your or anything like that. Let's just chalk it up to a spur of the moment."
I was relived to hear him say that, I didn't think he was gay, but I wasn't sure how he felt and was glad I wasn't the only one feeling a little strange about it. I agreed that it was nothing to over-analyze and we both relaxed a bit more. Neither of us said anything for a minute, just had a few swigs of our beer and shared a couple of smirky looks. I broke the silence this time and laughingly said, "man, you did shoot a huge load all over your wife's couch, she didn't notice did she?"
"No, he said, "I got it all cleaned up before she got home, and even if she had seen it, she probably would have thought it was from the last time she and I got in on in the living room."
I asked if they did it there a lot and he told me they do it there almost every time they fuck because his wife not only likes to get off watching the pornos, she likes to fantasize that someone is outside the big living room windows watching them. When he told me that, I couldn't help it, I didn't want to, but my little fella started twitching again at the thought that I would most likely sneak over there later that night and see if I could be the perv she fantasized about standing outside their window spanking one out. I kind of smiled and I think Steve knew what I was thinking, because he started to laugh while he took another drink of his beer. I laughed in acknowledgement and shifted in my chair so my raging hard-on would not be so pronounced.
Steve noticed, of course and said, "you've got another stiffy don't you?"
"I got a fucking raging hard-on," I laughed, "but dont think that means I am going back to your living room to take care of this one."
"that's cool man, I wasn't going to ask you to, you could just whip it out right here on the porch." He said..
We both laughed out loud for a second, then went silent as I tilted my beer back and swilled the last of it.
Steve said, "seriously man, if you want to, go ahead, nobody can see you where you are sitting. I am going to go get us a couple of more beers."
As he went back inside, I looked around the yard. Nobody was at my house, and from the angle I was sitting, the neighbors on the other side could not see over his fence. I don't know what prompted me to do it, but the feelings of shame and embarrassment gave way to the excitement of the idea of jerking off on Steve's back porch, so I went ahead and freed my dick and slowly started stroking it. When Steve came back outside, he hesitated for a minute when he saw me, but then smiled and sat down across from me where he was before.
I was nervous and sort of covered my cock with my other hand while I squeezed it. Steve gave me a comforting smile and said, "don't worry about it man, its no big deal, I think it is kind of funny to watch the way someone else does it."
Him saying that made me feel easier again, easy enough to slide my pants down to my ankles so I could stretch my legs out and get in a little more comfortable position.
I started jerking off slowly and Steve stared at it intently. I looked back at him, but only with short glances because it broke my concentration to look in his eyes. Steve wasn't jerking off this time, just watching while I increased my pace. After a couple of minutes I started to sweat a little and since I knew I was going to do this thing all the way, I went ahead and kicked my pants all the way off. There I was, sitting on my neighbors back porch with no pants on furiously jerking away at my cock while my neighbor watched me. I thought about the porno movie from the day before, I thought about jerking off across the room from him, and I thought about his cock spewing cream gobs of cum all over his couch and I was starting to get close. I wasn't afraid at this point to look at him. My fist was flying up and down on my dick and I stared right at him while I worked away at it.
I don't know if my look gave him the idea or if he just decided he had to take a chance, but he knelt down on the ground in front of my chair when he noticed my legs start to tense. I don't know if he wanted to take my dick in his mouth or what, because he didn't really make a move for it, all he did was kneel down in front of me, but either way it was too late for anything else, I was about to blow. Instinctively, I leaned forward and pointed my cock at him. The first jet of cum hit him in the chest and he flinched a little, then he leaned in closer and open his mouth wide, so I knew where the rest of it was going to go. I aimed it right at his face and let about five more hard squirts go right into his wide open mouth. Some of it hit him in the cheek, but most of it landed squarely on his tongue until it filled his mouth. I don't think he expected so much of it, because he tried to swallow but gagged and ended up spitting most of it out on the porch. It wasn't shooting anymore, but there was still some drops oozing out the end, so I stood up and squeezed the last of it into his mouth as he arched his back to catch all of it.
This time he swallowed what was left like a pro and wiped his mouth with his hand. He smiled and said in a very sarcastic voice said, "that was a little weird huh?"
I laughed and pulled my pants back up, this time there was nothing to clean off because Steve had taken my entire load in his mouth, but instead of running back to my yard I sat back down. We sat there absorbing what had just happened and after a couple of minutes I had to ask Steve why he decided to do what he just did. He said he didn't know, that he had never done anything with a guy before and just couldn't think of anything else to do when he saw that I was about to come. I told him that I was definitely not gay, but that seeing him sitting in front of me waiting for my cum was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. He told me then that he had a confession to make. He said he had told his wife about what we had done the day before, and that it was her suggestion that he get me to come in his mouth. He wasn't sure if he could go through with it, but she told him she wanted him to do it and that she couldn't wait for him to tell her what it felt like and tasted like. She also told him I was going to love it, and that she would love to watch the whole thing happen.
I looked up and saw Steve's wife leaning out the bedroom window right above me waving... Thanks she said, next time you have to bring your girlfriend over and the four of us can have some fun.
That adventure is for another story.