During the pictures, we guys were standing very close (you know how photographers are).   And I was very aware of where their packages were in relation to where my hands were.  I even managed to brush a hand against a guys fly at one point – acting like I didn’t know what happened.   He shifted awkwardly, but I had felt him stiff up.   But then the wedding was over, and it’s time to go meet my friend.

So it’s Saturday Night late, and I pull into the gas station.   I see a car sitting on the far end of the lot, and inside I can barely make out my friend from last time.   I grab my bag and a hanger, and head for the restroom.  I leave the door unlocked and he walks in a few seconds later.

He’s wearing a pair of shorts and a wife-beater.   I’m in my tux.   He says “OK, let’s get you changed.”   He reached up and slowly, sensually, stroking me all over at every phase, helped me out of my tux.   It was incredible.  He stroked my chest and stomach as he removed my shirt.  He stroked my legs as he removed my pants.   And then he started stroking my cock through my boxers.

I said “Hold on.”  He said “Huh?  Shy now, all of a sudden?”   I said “No.  It’s your turn.”   I knelt down on the tile floor and yanked down his shorts and swallowed his stiff 8 inch cock.   I didn’t have any idea what I was doing, but I was certainly excited and full of energy.   I tried to remember what he had done to me, and duplicate it.   He was thrusting his body against my face, and the smell, the taste, were overwhelming.   He put his hands behind my head and kept me at the task.   It took awhile to get the hang of the whole gag reflex thing when I went deep, but I finally got it.   After a couple of minutes, he shot his load.   It was incredible.   My mouth filled up and I had to swallow some, and some went down my chin.    But more than the taste and smell and feel, I guess what I really liked was the feeling of being in control of another guy.  I was the one making him moan and tremble and shake.    He finished up cumming and got under control, and then said “Are you in a hurry to get home?”   I said “No.  I have Sunday off too.”  He smiled and said “Well, get changed, and come over to my apartment.   There’s a lot more I need to teach you about this stuff.” 

I begin to rub him.  To our right is a display, to our left is a candy-stand.   Nobody can see us.   He starts off just a little stiff, but with my rubbing through the thin material of his shorts, it's just moments before I can feel him stiffening.   I feel the outline of his head.  He's cut.  I feel the stiffening pole, and I'm rubbing up and down.  He's behind me close, breathing on the back of my neck.   Finally, he's whispering, "That's it!  Yeah.  Stroke it!"   I turn and look in his eyes.   "Do you want to cum here, or out in my car with my lips around it!"   He says "My car!"  "OK", I agree.  So I keep stroking, but I slow down.

Then he says "I have a friend in the car too.   Him too, right?"  I answer "Sure!"

He's quivering, his legs are shaking, and we're 3 from the front.  He says "Better stop.  I have to get this thing down before I walk away from the counter, or everyone will notice."   So I stop, reluctantly.

I pay, and walk to the door, waiting.   He pays, and walks out.  I follow him to his car, and, sure enough, there's another guy equally hot looking in the car.  

He says "Jake, we're getting in the back for a minute."   Jake looks puzzled and says "Why?"   My new friend says "This guy here is one of 'that other kind of guy' we talk about sometimes.  He's going to make up for us not having dates tonight."  

Jake shrugs and joins us in the back seat.  

By the way, each of them is pretty big, and every bit as hot as they seemed with their pants on.  

And it's not true about what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.  I have some stains on my shirt that came home with me.

And maybe, just maybe, I taught Jake a thing or two to keep his friend happy.

So I walk in and quickly go about my business, and I hear the sound of him peeing.  There’s a mirror positioned just right so I can see him peeing, and he can look to his left and see me changing.  

I’m down to my boxers now, and I can’t help but notice that he’s finished up and is still standing there, cock in hand.    I kind of pause, fixated on him, curious I guess.   He’s glancing right, and sees that I’m looking.   He begins to slowly stroke himself toward an erection.   Immediately, I’m hard too, and I know that he knows.   I stand there, awkwardly, bulging my 7 inches, watching him stroke his 8 inches.  He is looking in the mirror at me.  I swallow.   He says “C’mon over here and join me if you want.”  

I don’t speak, but I step over toward him and take down my boxers and stand right next to him at the toilet, stroking too.  We stand there, jerking off and watching each other, for a few moments.   Then he says “Let me show you a few things that are even better.”   I say “OK”.   He gets down on his knees and pops my cock in his mouth.    Ohhh.   I’d never felt anything like it.  I’d heard about it, but I never imagined it would be like this.

He was a pro.  He would take me right to the edge, and then slow down just enough that I didn’t cum.   It went on for what seemed like forever.   Even when I did come, he somehow slowed the pace and made it take forever, and I came slowly, in waves.  All my own work jacking off had never produced anything like this.  

Finally I had no more in me.   My legs were shaking, and I thought I would collapse.   He kind of propped me up against a wall to keep me from collapsing.   “First time, huh?”  “Yeah,” I answered.   He said “Isn’t it great?”   “Oh yeah!”

He said “I saw you had out of state plates.  How long you in town for?”  I said “I’m heading up to Virginia Beach for a wedding, but I’ll be passing through here Saturday night late.”

He said “Saturday night late.   You’ll probably need to change clothes again, right?”

I said “Oh yeah.   Can you meet me here and…help out?”

He smiled and said “See you then.”

But I sigh.  This is only going to get me in trouble.  He'll wake up and pound me.  So I stop, and roll back onto my back (my erection standing up firm, of course) and close my eyes to sleep.

Now, don't mistake me.  I do not believe he's faking being asleep.  I can hear his breathing pattern clearly, and he is sound asleep.  But he rolls over a few times (maybe uncomfortable after the stroking I gave him), and when he finishes his rolling, he's a little closer to me, and his hand flops down on my chest.   I wait.  I don't move for about 5 minutes.   No.  His hand isn't going anywhere.   He's really asleep.  This isn't headed anywhere.  

And then the idea hits me.  I'm still aroused by the feel of his hand on my chest.   So I begin to squirm a bit, moving up in the tent, until his hand finally is resting on my cock.   Unmoving.

"Dan!  Dan!" I'm whispering, but pretending to be angry.   He slowly comes awake.   "What the hell do you think you're doing?"   He slowly awakes and his eyes get wide when he realizes where his hand is resting, and sees that I'm hard.

"Dude!" he says.   And he moves his hand away like he was touching a rattlesnake.   "I didn't know.  I was asleep.  Sorry, dude."     I answer, "Yeah, sure, you were asleep.  And your hand just happened to land on my cock and start stroking it till I was hard and about to cum!  You're a fag!"

Dan says "I am not.  It's just a...I don't know.  But I was asleep."  "Well," I said, "you must be a fag in your sleep then, because look how hard you are."    He realizes then that he's hard too, compliments of my earlier stroking, perhaps.

"Mark," he says, "please don't tell anyone.  I don't want to get pounded at school.  I'm not gay, but if you tell this story, everyone will think I am."  I say "OK, I won't tell, but what do I do about this?" I point down to my erection.  "You can't leave me like this.  I've got the worst case of blue-balls ever.  You've got to finish what you've started.  It's only fair."

He hesitates, thinking it through.  "Well," he says, "I guess.".  He slowly reaches back over and lightly touches my cock.  He moves it poorly, with little attention to trying to pleasure me.  He is hesitating.  

I say "Dan, c'mon.  You've got to do me like you would do yourself.  You know how to jack off, don't you?"   Dan says "Of course I do.  But I'm just too freaked out to do it good."  "Look, Dan," I say, "I'm never going to cum this way.   Let me show you how to do it."   And I reach over and begin to stroke him, expertly.  As the waves of pleasure begin to roll over him, he firms up his grip on me and begins to stroke me more effectively.

"Mark," he says, "this is weird, but I think we're both liking it." I agree.   Then it's time for the 2nd part of my plan.  "Hey, I'll tell you what.  Let's reverse, so we both can have a good view of what we're doing.   Then we can both do the same thing for each other."   He says "Ok."  And he reverses himself so his face is at the level of my crotch, and vice versa.   I strip off my underwear, and he, with a slight hesitation, strips off his.  

Now we're sitting here with our cocks in each other's faces, stroking each other.   "OK, Dan, that's cool.  Are you getting close?"  Dan says "No.  I'm getting more comfortable with this thing, but I'm still freaked enough that I'm not quite getting there."    I knew I was getting close, and as soon as I came, this would be over.  I had to move to the next level. 

"Ok, Dan. You owe me.   So I'm going to help you out, and you have to do to me whatever I do to you."   Without waiting for a reply, I put my mouth around his cock and begin to suck him off.   There is about 10 seconds wait, and then he begins to suck me off.   His head going up and down on me is heaven, and I'm really turned on giving my first blow-job.  The power of having someone in my power this way is huge.   So I cum pretty rapidly.  He takes it in his mouth and swallows!    And I keep sucking him, until he follows me about 30 seconds later.  I enjoy watching the muscles of his body tense with each shot.  

"Mark," he says, "that was awesome.  But does this make us queer?"   "No," I lie.  "It makes us friends who helped each other out when there weren't any girls around."   "I guess I'm cool with that."

We lay there a few moments longer.  And then I set the hook for next time.  "Hey, Dan?"  "Yeah," he says.  "Y'know, this is a lot safer for us than messing with girls.  We should do this now and then to help us take the pressure off so we don't get any girls pregnant."    He says "Sounds like a good plan to me."