Part I - Jocks Can Be Frustrated Too

A faint Ding from the kitchen interrupted my thoughts, and I turned from my foray into voyeurism toward the spreading smell of well-cooked beef.

I threw the cheese on, pulled out lettuce, a tomato, and the normal sauces and constructed our dinner. As I was finishing, Mitch bounced down the stairs, obviously dressed up for Maggie. He grabbed a bag of chips and a sports drink from the cupboard and sat down across from me. "Thanks, Trev," he said, grabbing his first burger.

We ate in silence for a moment, both of us ravenous. As Mitch polished off his first burger, he looked at me. "So'd you enjoy the show?" he asked, his deep brown eyes twinkling, a grin playing at the edges of his youthful mouth.

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently enough.

"That door didn't open back up on it's own," he said, hinting further at a smile.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He smiled fully now, revealing two straight rows of teeth, the product of three years of braces. "Right." He took a long gulp of the drink and started into his second burger.

"What, were you jacking off in the shower again?" I finally responded, going on the offensive. "You know, most guys use a girl for that."

"Yeah, you should talk," he needled back, mouth half-full. "How long's it been since you got any pussy? A month? Oh, and who's expecting a visitor tonight?" He swallowed. "Oh yeah, that's right. Me."

"Shut up you fucker. Remember your dry spell before you met Maggie? God, what was it, three months? I'm surprised we didn't have plumbing problems from all the showers you took." I chomped into my burger.

"Yeah, blow me, fucker. At least I can get it up."

"Oooh, low blow. Shot to the heart. How will I ever recover from that matchless wit?"

"You'll manage." He grinned as he swallowed the last of his burger and gulped down the last of his drink. He stood up and placed the chips back in the cupboard, and the plate in the dishwasher. He grabbed the condiments and replaced them in the fridge. "I gotta brush my teeth." He bounded back up the stairs. I finished up and placed the remainder of the dirty dishes in the washer and wiped off the counters and table. 

I sat back on the couch and switched the channel. Raymond was on, though I'd seen the episode before. I relaxed, enjoying the program.

The doorbell rang. I sighed and got up, moving to the front door. Maggie was there, looking nice as ever. Tight shirt. Tight pants. Long brown hair. Deft use of makeup. "Hi, Trevor." she grinned perkily.

"Hey. Come on in." I closed the door behind her, then moved to the stairs. "Maggie's here," I called. I turned to her. "Make yourself comfortable."

Presently Mitchell stepped down the stairs and they gave each other a peck on the lips. As they settled into small talk, I moved into the living room. I needed a diversion. I really was happy for the two of them, but I was struggling to shove a bit of jealousy back into the pit of my stomach. I scanned the DVD's, and selected one I hadn't yet seen. "The Bourne Identity." I popped it in, and started it up.

The others wandered in and joined me on the couch. Maggie commented on how she liked this movie, how cute Matt Damon was. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mitch shoot her a hurt look. Realizing her mistake, she seductively compensated. "But not as cute as you..." They kissed, and I groaned inwardly at the glob of cheese that had just assailed my ears.

The movie continued on, and after a while Maggie and Mitch were making out hard to my side. I wouldn't have cared, except they started interfering with the movie. Losing patience, I paused the DVD. "All right, kids, time to take it upstairs." They both giggled and stood up, nibbling on each other as they slid upstairs. I listened as they moved into the master bedroom and closed the door, then went quiet.

Resuming the movie, I forgot about it. Half an hour later, I started hearing random thumping from upstairs, and grinned in spite of myself. I was starting to get horny, thinking how much I wish it were me making that noise. So I stood and moved to a little cubby where I kept a porn movie hidden and popped it in. Damon could wait till later.

To my surprise, I heard Maggie and Mitchell come down the stairs two minutes later. I turned off the TV as I heard them move to the door and mumble something as Maggie left. Mitch moved into the living room and plopped down next to me. All he'd managed to throw on was a pair of black silk boxers. "Fuck!" he swore, slamming his hand against the cushion.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Her brother is getting a transplant. She got a phone call from her parents and had to take off." He was really disappointed. "What can you say to that?"

"Shit. Sorry man. Sucks."

"We were fucking and everything. Right in the middle of it. I was all warmed up." He sighed. "Ah, well." He grabbed the remote and flipped the TV back on, right in the middle of a nice double penetration. He grinned. "Well, at least your girlfriend showed up."

"Shut up bastard. I wouldn't be so horny if you hadn't been thumping around so much up there."

He chuckled. "We weren't thumping around until she was getting dressed."

I grinned. So that's what it was. She made more noise leaving than fucking him. I sat back and watched the movie. After a while, Mitch started rubbing his erection through his boxers. I did the same, rubbing through my sweat pants.

"God damn it!" I burst out, frustrated. "I'm fucking tired of jacking off. I need a goddamn blow job!"

"I hear ya." Mitch paused, looking at me. Strangely.

"What?" I demanded.

"Nothing." He looked back at the movie, then back to me.

"What are you looking at?" I asked testily.

"It's stupid, man. I was just thinking." He paused, swallowed. "Maybe we could help each other."

I don't know about anybody else, but when I start thinking about doing something I know I shouldn't do, I go through contortions inside. An almost nauseous wave hits me, my stomach twists with butterflies, and I get lightheaded, almost dizzy. I knew what he was proposing, and I also knew I wanted it. Leadenly, though, I asked him, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, only if you're cool with it." He explained hastily now, "I mean, we're so close, how many times have we seen each other naked? Fuck, how often have we jacked off together, like we're about to?" He paused. "What if we jack each other off?"

I smiled. He was taking a big risk here. But I understood what he meant. At least it would be another person, better than any other alternative open to us at the moment. "Alright," I said softly.

We both grinned, and turned back to the movie. Hesitantly, we reached across to each other, and started touching. First, the thigh, rubbing meekly. Slowly brushing the hard-on through the fabric. It felt good. We rubbed each other full-on now, slowly moving up and down the other's shaft.

I felt the tip of his dick pop out of the top of his boxers. The moisture seeping from the tip smeared on my fingers, and something in me snapped. I looked over at him. "Feel good?"

"Fuck yeah," he sighed. I reached over with my other hand and pulled his dick from his boxers, grabbing it, sliding up and down the shaft. "God, yeah," he whispered. He laid his head back and lay still while I jacked him off. The sight of his cock in my hands, the feel of the soft skin and moisture enthralled me. The familiar manly smell of sex, pungent in the air, excited me.

He put his hand on my shoulder. I looked into his face. "Do you still want that blow job?" he asked, timid, hesitant.

Again, I smiled. "Yeah, if you want." He smiled back, and leaned over as I sat back. I slowly pulled my sweats and underwear down to my thighs, and timidly grabbed my hard cock. He stroked it for a moment, looking at it, fascinated, then hesitantly licked it, just a little. "Mmmm..." I moaned.

He leaned far over, placing one hand on my chest for balance. I didn't know why, but the feeling of his hand through the shirt on my chest turned me on. I thrust my pelvis up toward his face, and he engulfed my cock head in his mouth.