[matt1995]

I wasn't sure what to think as I knocked at the door to Tom's house. I think I kind of fancied him, or, more accurately, thought he was hot but I didn't know what exactly that meant. I certainly didn't want to fuck him; I wasn't really sure what 'gay sex' entailed. I hadn't particularly imagined any action to do to him, or him to me, for that evening. All I really knew is that I was horny.

Tom's mum answered. Aged forty five, she dressed some twenty years younger. Her make up on this night was excessive and try as she might she could not rid herself of the premature wrinkles that came with being a single mum on forty five hours a week. Her dress was tight and revealed her admittedly remarkable figure, and her extremely large breasts swelled over the tight strapless dress.
'Matt?' she asked, her rosy red lips moving almost unnaturally.
'Yeah...' '
'Please come in, Tom's upstairs. First door on the right. I'll be out with a 'friend'', she winked, 'tonight so have fun. Got a few cans of cider in the fridge.'

I walked in and removed my shoes, before moving quickly through the living room (in which was sat Tom's mum's friend, a young plastic-looking man of about thirty) and ran up the stairs.

*****

Six hours later Tom and I sat on beanbags in his room tapping Playstation controls as we fought on Tekken. It had thus far been an enjoyable evening with films, Family Guy and games, only added to by the social lubricant of four or five cans of cider apiece. Tom sat at my side; wide necked T-shirt hanging low below his collar bones and jeans showing the signs of a slice of pizza he had dropped on it a few hours previously.

He let loose an impressive combo from Kazuya Mishima and Kuma the Bear fell flat on the floor. I dropped the controller.
'What's the point!' I said, 'You've clearly spent half your life on this.'
Tom laughed and switched off the Playstation. 'Should we kick it in? It's one in the morning and we could put on some Family Guy and watch it in our sleeping bags.'
'Sure' I replied, pulling my sleeping bag out of the carry on I had brought.
'You got any pyjamas?'
'No, I was planning to go boxers...'
'Me too,' he said, and with ease pulled off his loose shirt.

I pulled off my shirt to and undid my belt. I kicked out of my jeans I lay them on the side, before pulling off my socks one by one. My boxers, unbeknownst to Tom, had been very carefully selected so to elicit the smallest of his bi-curious urges. They were very tight and bright red, and measured at most three inches from waist to bottom. I had tried them out in the mirror before coming and immodestly thought I looked pretty good.
'Bloody hell' exclaimed Tom. 'Stripper much?'
'Well sorry,' I joked, 'for putting an effort into looking good.'
'Sorry mate. I haven't really tried.' He removed his jeans to reveal boring plaid loose fitting boxers, hanging half way down to the knee and leaving no bulge in sight. I tutted sarcastically. 'Fine,' he laughed again, 'If these are boring...'

Tom walked over to his chest of draws and pulled open a draw. Without flinching, he yanked down his boxers and revealed his perfect bubble butt. I immediately felt my cock tingle. He reached into the draw, pulled out something and stepped into them. What the thing was was a fluorescent green speedo: with sides that barely covered the his delicious arse cheeks and a waistline which must have barely covered his pubes. He turned around and laughed, his package obvious in the tight green underwear.
'How's this?'

It was my turn to say 'Bloody hell!'
'I use it when I swim. I think it's pretty...' He paused and looked down. 'Jesus. 'You haven't got a semi, have you?'
I had, but it wasn't for him to know that. 'No. I swear.'
'Rubbish. You totally have a semi!'
I went for it, pushing down the front of my boxers and revealing my cock. He opened his mouth in shock. Truth be told the accusation had somewhat calmed my passions and my cock, though bigger than normal, appeared to be completely flaccid. I flicked it with my free hand and it swung from side to side.

There was a silence as he stared at my cock. 'That', he said, breaking the silence, 'is a big cock. I've seen porn actors with smaller...'
'You've seen it before,' I said, pulling the front of my boxers back up, 'at the gym.'
'I've glanced it... but bloody hell.' In his tiny speedo, his cock began to grow ever so slightly.
'You're getting a semi!' I was quick to see the change.
'No I'm not,' he said, turning around.
'No need to cover it. You are a massive exhibitionist after all.'
'I'm totally not mate', he said, cupping himself as he faced away from me.
'Please...' I said, 'Those towels you use at the gym could cover a baby and I went to the bathroom earlier. There are piles of bath towels up there. You just like the exposing yourself really...'

Tom turned around guiltily. He'd been caught and he knew it. 'Yeah...' he said, 'It's kind of true that I like... well...' He pushed the speedo off his arse and it fell down his slender toned legs and hit the ground lightly. His cock was half up and half down, at about forty five degrees to his legs. The first thing that struck me was it was shaved; very neatly so that it looked like he hadn't hit puberty. The speedos couldn't have unveiled his pubes if they'd tried. Actually the cock was far too big to be pre-pubescent; as a semi it neared five inches. Not as big as mine by any means; but definitely above average. My cock again began the drawbridge like raising. Without speaking I dropped my red boxers to the floor; it was unspoken that we should both be naked.

We both took a step forward so we were a few feet apart.
'What should we do now?' He asked.
'Erm...' It was clear this was new to both of us. It was like standing on a pier unsure whether or not to jump off.
'I'm not gay...' He said quickly.
'I'm not either...' I said, not wholly sure whether I was telling the truth.

Our cocks were already reaching full erectness. Mine was standing at its spectacular seven and a half inches. His was about six but thick and attractive in its lack of hair. Our eyes met and for a moment I thought we were going to kiss. In my periphery his hand moved down to his cock and began to stroke. I mirrored him and gripped my huge cock and began to masturbate ever so slowly.

We did not break eye contact once as we wanked and my cock became the hardest it had ever been. He took a step closer and I matched him; our cocks were within, perhaps, six inches. His eyes were blue. His hair was light blond. His brow was sweating and he had a look of nervous tenseness to him. I was masturbating faster and faster and knew I was soon to reach orgasm but he spoke.
'Not yet' he whispered and I slowed down. Our right hands moved gradually up and down our shafts. We breathed in unison, deeply but silently, and continued to stare into each other's eyes. A strand of blond fringe fell over his eye and clung there. Though only his right arm was moving, his entire body seemed to tense and untense with movement; his pectoral shifted, his abdominals retracted; his bicep stretched.

There was an utter silence in the room, and even the pumping of cocks seemed without noise. There was nothing but me and him. He nodded ever so slightly and began to speed up and I matched his speed. The silence was gone and suddenly it seemed to be dramatic - I could here his breathing, my breathing, the movement of muscles and retracting of foreskins. I was panting with him and almost there.

I came like I had never come before and a strand of cum shot from my cock and hit him in the chest. At the same time I felt a strand of his hit me and another and another - he jizzed on me again and again. In the chest and the stomach and the waist and the cock. I had never come so much or so far - there must have been ten loads I fired at Tom. Every load hit its mark. Our pumping began to slow down and our cocks began to lower ever so slowly. I released my cock and put my hand by my side. I had been relieved; but the moment was gone. I broke eye contact with him for the first time in minutes, or was it hours.

I stepped back, exhausted in every way one can be exhausted, and relaxed. In the back of my mind I felt I should clear up, wipe down, but I was too spent. Tom's cum trickled down my chest and mingled with my pubes. He would have no such problem. He was covered in the white substance and I could only imagine I looked the same. His ejaculation had been no less spectacular. I could have put my boxers on but felt no need. I lay on my sleeping bag, too warm, too intense, to get in it, and put my face flat on the pillow I had brought. I felt the cum wipe against the fabric of the bag but I didn't care. Tom too did not bother with his plaid boxers or his speedo, but moved over to the light switch and pressed it. I felt him move across the floor and lie down, perhaps a foot from me. His hand brushed mine. I closed my eyes. I had just had the most erotic experience of my life so far. I sighed contently fell asleep. I would consider things in the morning.