My First Masturbation Buddy

This takes place around the fall of 1988 in a large city in Kentucky. I was living there for a semester-long internship and had my own apartment for the very first time, having lived at home or in the dorms at school before that. I'd been there about a month when this story occurred. Of course, living on my own for the first time, I had gone a bit bate wild, enjoying myself as much as I could. At that time there was no Internet like we have now. I'd already learned not to call the 900 lines for sex chat -- I was barely making enough to cover rent and food, let alone that kind of phone bill. I didn't even have cable TV. I did have a VCR and a video store with a decent-sized porn selection -- including bisexual porn, which was the first time I'd known people made such a thing, and an "adult bookstore" with booths and a theater within a few minute's drive, so I suddenly had more erotic stimulus than I'd ever encountered. 

Of course, I'd been curious about playing with other guys for a while. I was generally pretty shy and far too busy with my studies to have any experiences at school. I had a long-distance girlfriend for my first semester -- a summer fling that had gone on a bit too long --and while we'd definitely had our fun, I wasn't looking for a girlfriend. I was missing something, though.

So, one Sunday afternoon I was sitting in the laundry room of the apartment complex, waiting on my clothes and reading some trashy science fiction novel (Hardwired, by Walter Jon Williams, if I recall) with a hot babe bursting out of her leather catsuit and a muscle-bound dude in tight breeches aiming guns at something on the cover. 

"What's that you're reading?" someone asked. I looked up and there stood a rather good-looking man, clearly older than me by a good bit, though I couldn't have told you if he were in his 30s or 40s. He was Black or maybe mixed race, short cropped hair, clean cut, in very good shape. He looked like maybe he had just come home from church, the way he was dressed. 

I stammered something about the book. He introduced himself as Tony. He lived in one of the buildings around the cul-de-sac from where my apartment was. We made small talk about jobs (intern, UPS pilot), what we did for fun (read, work out), how much we didn't like doing laundry, and had I seen the graffiti in the sauna in the complex gym? I hadn't gone in there, and Tony let me know the place was apparently crawling with horny queers. Which he said with a wink.

I realized then that I was, for the first time in my life, getting hit upon by a man. I stammered so much more after that. And blushed like I was about to catch fire.

Tony asked me if I'd like to come over later for a drink (which I was not old enough to have) and to watch something (some sports thing that I didn't care about in the least), and there was some kind of promise I could hear in his invitation that made my cock hard.

Later that evening, I knocked on Tony's door. He answered in a tee shirt and jogging pants, looking like he'd just finished running. As it turned out, he had been. We stood on his balcony in the cool air for a while. I was in shorts and a hoodie and it was getting cool. 

We sat on Tony's couch, watched the game, ate some snacks. I sipped at the beer he'd given me, which I had never tasted before, just to be polite. 

During a commercial, Tony says, "So, did I see you coming out of the porn shop up the road the other night?" I nearly choked on the sip of beer I was taking. Tony laughed.

"I go in there all the time," he said. "Great place to get off when you need it."

I nodded and blushed and looked down at my feet. Tony was grinning and had spread his legs and was rubbing his palm along the inside of his thigh.

"Do you jack off in there? I like jacking in the theater but the booths are also fun."

"The booths," I said. "I've only gone in there. So far."

"Nice," Tony said, clearly now fondling his erection through his joggers. "I love jacking off."

"Me too," I said. My own cock was stiff as could be. I thought I might cum in my underwear.

"Would you like to watch some porn and jack off?"

At that moment, I really considered running out of Tony's place. But I didn't. Instead, I said, "That would be cool." And then I rubbed my palm over my own erection.

Tony put a tape in his VCR. It was a movie with Nina Hartley in it. "Oh man, I love her," I said. "She was in the first porn movie I ever saw."

"Her ass is amazing," Tony said. He was standing in front of the couch. "You ready?"

I nodded and Tony took off his shirt and then pulled his joggers off. His cock was longer than mine but looked more slender, and he was both completely shaven and uncut, two things I had never seen before. His balls hung low below his flat stomach. He sat next to me on the couch, our legs touching, and began to stroke his cock.

I pulled my shorts and underwear off and then took off my hoodie and tee. I had never been naked with a man like that before. My cock was throbbing and already leaking precum. I gripped it and started to stroke, watching Nina suck a penis on the screen but also watching Tony stroke his long, brown penis.

"Fuck, I love stroking," Tony said, looking at his own cock pumping in his fist, the looking at mine. "That's a fucking thick piece you have."

"Thanks," I whispered. I nearly blew my load knowing he was looking at my hard cock, but I slowed my stroke and held it back. Precum pulsed over my glans.

Tony pulled the foreskin down off his glans. He lay he head back and sighed and played with his smooth balls. Nina was taking a cock at both ends of her on the screen, but I was more fascinated by Tony's smooth, brown shaft and sack. At that time I had not started "manscaping" my own bush and had furry balls. 

We masturbated for several minutes, speeding up and slowing down, breathing heavily, pausing to edge ourselves, precum slicking both our cocks. 

"Fuck this feels good," I said.

Tony reached over and cupped my balls. I moaned. "These feel good," Tony said, leaning into me. I lay back and let him fondle my balls, his hand and mine touching at the base of my cock.

"Feel me up, Mike," he said into my ear. I reached over and touched his sack. It was so smooth and soft and warm. It had been a long time since my own balls had felt like that. "Oh yeah," Tony said. 

We played with each other's sacks and gripped our cocks for a minute or so, then Tony threw his legs over mine and was straddling my lap. My face was in his bare chest. He was stroking his penis close to mine. Our cockheads bumped against each other. Tony began to pump his ass like he was fucking. He moaned and rubbed his cock against mine. At that point, I began to cum. The semen blew hard out of my cockhead and spattered Tony's hand and cock. I was reeling from the orgasm, which felt more powerful than any I had experienced, even with the girl I'd been with when she gave me handjobs.

My orgasm and the feel of my cum caused Tony to grunt and stiffen as his own orgasm rushed through his erection. His cum flowed out of his cock and splashed on my throbbing cock and stomach and covered his hand. He shot several ropes of semen before finally collapsing back on the couch next to me.

We sat there panting for a bit. Tony grinned at me. "Way better than at the porn shop, isn't it?" he said.

That was the beginning of a frequent occurrence that entire semester I was living in that apartment complex. Tony and I were naked in each other's apartment as often as we could manage that entire fall and winter. We progressed from just masturbation, of course, but those are other stories.