My Best Friend and I (part 1)

I met my best friend, Marc, when he moved into town with his girlfriend to work at the same resort I was at. first time I saw him, I was impressed by his good looks and his shy but friendly demeonor. It never occurred to me in those first few encounters that we would become friends. I knew I was gay at the time, but was not yet ready to come out. I had never had a male best friend before, but had years of pent up fantasies of male comoradarie that I wanted to play out. He and his girlfriend were overly eager to make new friends and since me and my roommate were the only other single people in the department, we started to hangout after work quite often. My girl roommate and her friends became friends with Marc's girlfriend immediately and that gave Marc and I more time to become acquainted, alone. 

For the record, Marc was 23, I was 25. We were both 6' tall, weighed around 180, had short dark hair and brown eyes. Marc was more athletically toned than I was, I was slightly darker skinned. After a while, people at work beagn to say that we looked like we were brothers. 

In the months that followed, Marc and I spent increasing amounts of time together. We did everything I always imagined my buddy and I would have done growing up. We rode bikes, played tennis, worked out, played on the computer, and hung out with his girlfriend and other folks from work several times a week. We lived on opposite ends of town so I would often spend the night at his and his girlfriend's home, on the couch. 

Almost immediately, my fantasies came true. Marc and I often wrestled and shoved each other around. I had to learn quickly how to hide my erection at times like these. I often saw Marc with his shirt off. I loved to admire his v shaped torso and flat stomach. He had just a small patch of hair right between his 2 pecs. When we arm wrestled, he would brag about his bulging bicep and I would jokingly touch and admire it with my free hand. First time I saw Marc naked, was one morning after spending the night on their couch. We had to go to work early, his girlfriend had the day off. I heard the alarm clock in the bedroom go off and Marc went into the shower. A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and made sure I was awake. I told him I would have to shower and need to borrow clothes from him. He quietly went into the bedroom, and retrieved clothes for me and him. I went into the shower and came out in boxers and shorts. He was sitting at his computer checking his e-mail, with his towel barely covering his lap. My heart started to race when I realized I might be seeing him naked any second now. I walked to the couch to put on my socks and sneakers, all the while keeping my eyes on him at the pc desk. Then, he backed the chair and stood up. His towel fell to the floor and he calmly walked towards the couch. He grabbed his boxers and started putting them on while talking to me about an e-mail he had received. I tuned him out as I took in the sight of his trimmed pubes and his flacid cock hanging down. I figured it was about the same length as mine. I noticed his balls were nicely shaved before the moment was over.

As you could imagine, it was difficult focusing on work all day when all I could think about was what I had seen that morning. At the end of the day, I planned to go straight to my apartment, to beat off a few imes, but Marc suggested I go back to his place so that we can go to the movies after dinner. I said ok, but I would have to borrow some clothes again, he said that was fine. Back at his place, we noticed a note form his girlfriend saying she went to the mall and would be home in time for a movie. Marc, sat at his computer to check his e-mail again. I went to his closet to grab a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I went back out to the living room and laid down on the couch and turned on the tv. On the drive from work, I was trying to devise a subtle way to joke with Marc about my seeing his dick that morning. I decided to tell him I had a question for him. He said go ahead and I proceeded to ask him if he shaved his balls often. He uncomfortably asked "what?" I said that I noticed this morning when he was getting dressed that his balls had no hair on them like mine did and that it never occurred to me to shave them. I was afraid that he would've said something along the fact of "why the hell were you staring at my balls?", but he didn't. Instead he said that he didn't shave his balls, "they were naturally hairless" and then asked me if my balls were hairy or was I pulling his leg. 

I told him that it was the truth. He said "prove it". So, I stood up, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down, pulled the boxers down, spread apart my feet a bit and grabbed my cock and lifted it so he could hav a clear shot of my balls. He strained to get a valid look from the pc so he told me to come closer. I picked up my jeans and shorts half way and walked closer to him. He looked and laughed and exclaimed, "holy shit, your balls are hairy!" 

He told me I should shave them cause what girl would like hairy balls. He suggested I go do it right away. Excited by his command, I went to the bathroom and used his disposable shaver to shave my hairy balls. 

Once I was done, I buttoned up my pants and went back out to the living room. To my surprise, Marc was still sitting at the pc desk, but he had his dick and balls out of his shorts and was inspecting it carefully. He saw me and said "sorry man, I was just checking myself out". 

I replied, "yeah right, you were comparing your small cock to my monster dick, weren't you?" 

Marc laughed and said that it looked to him that we were the same size but at least he wasn't hairy. I waisted no time in taking the opportunity for the possibility of seeing him with an erection. I replied, "we may be same size now, but you don't know what I'm like with an erection".

Then Marc actually suggested we look up some porn on the pc and get hard. I grabbed a chair from the dining room and sat down next to him. He and I started googling for free porn sites. We found one with some decent pictures of naked woman just a few minutes later. At this point, Marc had unbuttoned his shorts and placed his free hand down his boxers. I proceeded to do the same. Marc stared straight at the computer screen leaving me with the chance to peek down at his hand slowly massaging his dick under his boxers. A couple times, he glanced down at me then quickly looked up and smirked at me. After a few minutes, Marc announced that he was hard as a rock and asked if I was. Wanting to stretch out this experience as long as possible, I said I was nearly there, when in actuality, I had been hard since before I sat down. A minute later, I told him I was there. We both froze for a second not knowing what to do next. He started laughing nervously and said that he had never shown his erect dick to another guy before. I lied and told him I was feeling weird about it too. Then I suggested we count to 3 and then expose our dicks at the same time. He agreed and we counted to 3 in unison. At the count of 3, I pulled my hard 7" cock out, but Marc kept his under wraps. 

He laughed and then looked at my dick and his eyes opened wide. I asked him if it was even bigger than I had descrbed it. He acted like he was in shock then he shout out "NOT" and took his dick out in the open. We compared them in plain sight and found that we were the same size, about 7", cut. We kept looking at each other's dicks for what seemed like an eternity. Then I said, "now I have to beat off dude".

Marc said, "me too dude".

He then stood up, dick in hand, let his shorts and boxers drop down to the floor and I figured he was headed to the bedroom or bathroom and was not expecting me to folow along. Instead, he headed for the kitchen where he ct off 4 sheets of paper towel, walked back to the living room, threw me 2 sheets and then he layed down on the loveseat against the back wall of the room. He started jerking off with his right hand quite vigiourusly while I just sat by the pc desk with one hand on my dick and one hand holding paper towel. 

Then Marc said, "are you just going to sit there, or are you going to beat off? My girlfriend will be here soon."

so, I stood up, dropped my jeans and boxers and layed down on the big couch facing him. For the next few minutes, he fisted his dick vigourously while staring at the celing while I fisted my cock, alternating between closing my eyes and taking in the sight of my best buddy jerking off just a few feet away from me. I was so mesmerized by the experince, that I hardly realized I was about to cum. I grunted a bit and caught my load into the paper towel. I never took my eyes off of Marc who was panting and tensing up and suddenly shot his load into his paper towel.

I watched hima s he kept his eyes closed and brought his breathing back to normal. Then he turned towards me and said, "that was awesome dude".

I agreed, and he got up, and walked past me on the couch, laughing out loud as he teased me with his cum filled paper towel just inches from my face. I half haertedly motioned his hand away and grinned. He threw away his paper towel and went to his bedroom to grab some clothes. I slowly, got dressed and turned the tv back on. Marc, walked back to the computer desk as if nothing had happened and minutes later, we left to grab something to eat before meeting his girlfriend at the movie theater.

Until next time........