Mutual Masturbation with my mate Cliff

So last time I told you about my best mate when I was 18, Cliff.

He was a tanned, dark-haired, kind of Greek-looking guy with a body you'd find on a 25yo.

He had a bit of hair here and there, dark but sparse. And that treasure trail leading up from his crotch to his belly button was something I'd find myself staring at during the first summer we knew each other.


I told you about the first time I saw his cock. It was immense.
He had a nice foreskin, and I think that's where my fetish for big balls and lots of wrinkled skin was born.

There's something about a guy with big low-hanging balls, something about all that loose skin that just drives me wild.

I've had the great fortune to have a few wanking buddies in my life, and many of them have been of the low-hangers variety.
And I think all of them have been uncut too. A blessing for being born and raised in the UK.


So, back to the story of how we first had a wank together...

It was in the summer, we were out shooting milk bottles in the woods. His dad had bought him a black widow catapult and made him promise not to let his mum catch him with it, then he headed back to London and his new Mrs, promising to return a week later with another for me.

We spent hours firing tiny stones at bottles lined up on an old fallen tree, irresponsibly scattering the shards of glass around.
When we ran out of bottles, we just scoured the neighborhood for some more. It was on a journey back, laden with glass bottles, that we stopped by a new entrance into the dense woods and had a smoke.

That's when Cliff caught sight of some skin mags, damp but relatively new looking, hidden in a plastic carrier bag in the roots of the large tree we were sat beside.

Carefully he retrieved it from the bag, and we mocked the unknown kids who'd probably stolen them from an older brother to have a wank in the woods.

It didn't occur to us that we were making fun of some other guys for doing what I secretly knew we were just about to do.

We flicked through the mags. Some of them were tame, like boob shots and coy over-the-shoulder glances, but then there were the other full-on hardcore fucking mags.

Cliff focussed on these, throwing the others aside in disgust. We trawled through the cache, lapping up the explicit images of hung guys double penetrating blond girls with huge boobs.

Some of them even had full facial cumshots, which was a relatively new image and proposition for us as young men. We'd both seen the odd video here and there, but nothing so graphic as facial cumshots.

Within a few minutes we were both kneading our shorts, adjusting our hard cocks in our denim cut-off's.

As we were already shirtless, it wasn't a stretch to loose the shorts. We made our way back into a more secretive area, away from the path. And within moments of arriving there Cliff was completely stripped.

He just stood there for a moment, as if waiting for me to follow.

Which I did of course.

I dropped my shorts and my hard cock bounced up and slapped against my abs, leaving a wet dab of thick pre-cum in my slight treasure trail of hair.

And then we sat side-by-side, sharing the mags and stroking our cocks in the open woods where birds sand from the trees.

Cliff seemed to like the threesome pictures the most, occasionally commenting on the guys huge cocks too. Making light-hearted comments about what he woudl do if he had a dick that big.


I watched him stoking his cock, and I occasionally caught him glancing at mine too.

We compared, and he talked about how his older brother had been circumcised as a kid and he was glad he hadn't.

His brother had a habit of walking around naked, from the bathroom to his room.

Cliff told me about the time he'd caught him having a wank in the lounge at two in the morning, and how he'd stayed to watch him until he'd come.

It was strange at the time that Cliff shared these stories, but now I know why he did; he was trying to do what I do with other guys now. He was just trying to make sure I felt comfortable doing it with another guy around.

He was trying to show me that it was perfectly fine to have a wank with another dude.


To be honest I didn't need any persuading, and when he offered up his cock and suggested we stand opposite each other to see who's was bigger I leapt from the ground a little too eagerly.

As if in some kind of formal national competition we stood opposite each other, our hard cocks jutting out in front of us. Two eighteen year old guys naked, in the woods, sharing a wank and about to become a whole lot closer as friends.

We edged closer, first our knuckles touched, and then we moved our hands, and in a flash of warmth our cocks were touching, closely gripped together by his hand along the shafts.

The head of my cock was tickled as it met the hairy scrub of his pubes, and I felt the meaty tip of his helmet nestle into the creases of my balls where they met the root of my dick.

I had thought we'd simply hold our cocks side-by-side and compare, instead Cliff took the lead and carefully massaged our dicks together, wanking us both as he held up the pretense and talked about how his was longer but mine was a little thicker.

As if this wasn't enough for me (it really was, I was about to cum any second!) he started talking about our foreskins. He pushed mine back with his thumb, and I took some initiative and reached down to play with the loose skin at the head of his dick.

We laughed and continued, comparing our balls, comparing experiences, and then eventually talking about cumshots.

By now we were openly jerking our cocks in front of each other, the mags scattered on the ground and forgotten.

We reached over and played with the others dick, stroking it back and forth, playing with the head, cupping the others balls.

I'd never heard of frott then. But we rubbed our cocks together for what seemed like hours.

Eventually, we came to the point where neither of us could hold it back any longer.

Pumping each other we stepped up the pace, each of us watching the other as our hand worked the heavy meat in our grip.

I pushed the foreskin of his cock back and rubbed my thumb over the deep red head of his swollen meat again and again.

Cliff shuddered, my legs felt like they were trembling.

He held both of our dicks and rubbed the throbbing helmets together, the leaking tips of our cocks where the the tiny lips of the opening were raised and screaming to cum slid together, spreading the pre-cum around.

And then, I was consumed with an animal urgency to shoot my load. We pumped the other hard and fast.
And as I heard him whisper "I'm gonna cum", I felt my balls tighten and my cock spasm.

The moment I saw that first spurt of thick white cum shoot from his dick and land on my abs I was firing off my own load all over his cock.

Our cum leaped from the tips of our dicks, colliding in the air, splashing over the combined cocks between us, lubing up our hands as we raced to drown the other in our load.

It was incredible. The pleasure ran through me again and again as I watched each of us spewing hot cum other the other.

His cock twitched and trembled in my grip, the last few spurts easing off and becoming a slow dribble.

I carried on slowly stroking him, watching the foreskin crumple and gather with the remainder of his thick white load.

We rubbed our still hard cocks together for a little while, talking about it, using our amassed load as lube, becoming sticky.

Eventually we conceded that we were all done there. A successful introduction to the world of male/male mutual masturbation was completed, and I was hooked. He said that we weren't really able to see who had cum more, because it was just a mess of white semen. So he suggested that next time we cum separately and then we could see who the winner was.

My best mate had quickly become my wank buddy. And we were such for many years to come.

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