My Mate Jason

So after my last post about Conran and his book exploring the reality of "Heteroflexible" guys, I thought I'd share some personal experiences.

I'll start off by explaining how I managed to turn a regular guy I'd just met into a wanking buddy after only a month. It relates to something I discussed in my last post.

I was with another wanking buddy of mine when we bumped into Jason outside a bar in the centre of town, they already new each other and I was introduced as we were invited to join him and his new girlfriend.

He was a nice enough guy, good-looking, early 20's, generous when buying rounds, but with a constantly wandering eye even while his girlfriend was with him. She'd give him a half-hearted slap now and then when she caught him gazing at a passing short skirt.

We had a good evening, chatted about bands and the crap music being played in the bar. After a few hours my mate and I decided to resume our walk back to my place, so we all swapped numbers, and went our separate ways. I didn't think anything of it after that. It was just another night out and a new number in my phone.
My mate Dan and I got back to mine, surfed the net and watched some porn while having a wank.
About a week later, just as I was sitting down to start work, my phone rang and it was Jason, telling me a mate had bailed on a gig he had tickets for that night and would I be interested. Of course I said yes, it was a great band I didn't even know were touring.

It was a good night, we got on well, had a great time. Turned out we had a lot in common, music-wise. I thought maybe I'd found a decent guy to go to some heavy gigs with.
And I did something that night that I don't usually do...
Just before the support act ended I we knew it would be a good time to take a leak. Too much watered-down beer had been consumed in the first two hours.
We both joined the short line for the men's room talking about the really cute blond girl selling t-shirts.
Before I knew it we were both at the urinals, still talking, dicks in hand, a group of waiting guys standing right behind us. I don't normally do cruising, so the men's room etiquette and secret society signals are lost on me. Maybe that's why even though I love seeing dick, I'd usually choose a cubicle over a urinal any day.
But, of course, I took the opportunity to sneak a couple of peeks at his dong, and impressive it was too. Much fatter than mine, and a good length.

Still, I wasn't thinking Jason would become a wanking buddy at this point. He was just a cool guy I got along with. There are plenty of guys I know who I don't wank with, and plenty I do. It's never really at the front of my mind when I'm with friends.
Also, I tend to know if a guy is open to the idea or if he'd kick off about it. And Jason, with his tattoo's and wandering eye for the ladies, I was sure was definitely in that latter category. I didn't know him well enough to know how open he was about sex.

So, another couple of weeks passed and we met up after work for a pint here and there.

Then, less than a month after we first met, and after staggering from the pub back to my place, we found ourselves on my sofa clicking through music channels and discussing which gig to go to next.
I told him there was a rock mag with listings under the table beside him. But instead of finding the mag he found my Two's Company Vagina and Ass with accompanying lube.

That's the problem with living alone, you get used to not putting things out of sight and reach unless you're expecting guests.

So after I recovered from my slight embarrassment, and he stopped laughing, I assured him that yes, it was clean and I do indeed wash my toys after every use!
Then he started exploring it close-up, poking a couple of fingers in the pussy, asking how much it was, where I got it from, what it felt like...

He'd never used toys before, so we went on-line and began window shopping.

Of course it turned me on, and now I really was thinking of Jason as a potential wank buddy. He was sat beside me as I clicked through and we talked, absent-minded I toyed with my cock in my jeans. I glanced a few times and caught him adjusting himself as we scrolled through the pages.
That's when I took the plunge and mentioned I'd have to have a good wank that night. Jason said nothing, just adjusted himself again and indicated scrolling the page back.

Eventually he chose a Vagina/Vortex Fleshlight and I congratulated him on his decision.

A few minutes later we found ourselves back at the TV, watching one of those late-night call-in shows where girls writhe around on a bed with a phone to their ear, flashing some tit now and then. Jason asked, bluntly,"got any porn?"

Silly question really.

And then there we were, two guys watching porn, each with a hand down their jeans talking about the girls in the flick.
Then the usual routine once you've reached this point with a guy followed...
I unbuckled my belt.
Jason followed.
Gradually, I got my dick in my hand out in the open, and Jason copied.
After a few more minutes we started gradually stripping off.

He really was built, we talked about what gyms we went to, guys we discovered we both knew, and we carried on jerking.
We must have been there for an hour, each of us stealing glances of the other, routinely lubing-up, laughing and joking. He had an impressive cock, plenty of foreskin, which I love. Nice shaved and wrinkled loose balls.

We stood to compare our cocks, keeping them an inch or so apart, and we agreed his was a lot fatter, but mine was slightly longer. His balls were a lot larger too.

We reached a scene in the porno where the two guys shoot their impressive loads over the girls faces and I guess Jason got a little carried away, grunting a little as he felt the cum load building.

Then in a flash he was spraying white streaks up and over his chest, spattering his tattoo's with sticky white. I watched him, and within seconds was matching his load and spraying my own cum up over my abs and chest, hitting my chin. Jason watched me shooting, still stroking his damp cock. We both commented that we don't usually cum like that. It's something I'm familiar with, maybe it's to do with nerves, but straight guys seem to always cum really hard when they jerk-off with other guys!

We wiped ourselves off, had another beer, not bothering to dress again. Jason crashed out on the sofa an hour or so later.

That was the start (three years ago) of another great wanking buddy friendship. We've moved on a lot since then, and I will get around to telling you about that.

It just goes to show, if you create the opportunities, plenty can happen.