A new wanking buddy - Part 3

If you missed it, here is Part 1, and Part 2.

Two days later Marcin called me up and asked if I'd pulled. I made up some story about hooking up with an old girlfriend that night and he seemed to take it. He told me all about the girl he'd pulled and how she'd sucked his cock but wouldn’t let him fuck her.

We arranged to meet up at the gym that day and had a good workout. We carried on as we had, good mates. Although this time I found myself getting hard in the shower.

I secretly chastised myself for allowing it to happen, as if I had a choice. But as he told me again about the girl going down on him I couldn't help but imagine how good it would be to taste that cock. And before I had a chance to think of anything to put me off, my own cock was solid as a rock and jutting out in front of me, curving upward and leaking pre-cum.

Surprisingly, Marcin laughed and pointed it out, saying we'd have to go back to the club and get me laid.

I joked that I jerk off three times a day and I still get hard hearing about a girl sucking cock.

Thankfully, I wasn't alone, and I could tell that as Marcin grinned and shook his head, his own cock was quite a bit bigger. He wasn't anywhere near as hard as mine but he was definitely sporting a semi and his foreskin was tighter, easing back slightly.

A week later he was in my flat. I'd talked to him about a site I used to use to hook up with girls. He didn't have easy access to the net because he shared a house and PC with two other guys. He explained that he had no problem watching porn on it and even having a wank, but one of the guys was his employer’s son so he had to be careful.

We set up a profile for him and he suddenly made my dream come true by suggesting some profile pics. This was an adult dating site. Almost all of the guys on there had hard cock pics.

I told him I'd reluctantly help and grabbed my camera.

Within seconds he was stripped and posing, and I suddenly felt like a pornographer. I could feel my cock hardening in my jeans and as he started stroking his long cock I felt the pre-cum start to dribble out of my dick.

I feigned interest, going back to the PC while he stroked, and he came and stood next to me, jerking his cock right beside me as we talked about a girl who had already messaged him asking for pics. I didn't have the heart to tell him it was probably an automated fake.

Now fully hard and rigid, he asked me to get some close up's. I grabbed the camera again, carefully adjusting myself to hide my now visible bulge.

I looked through the viewfinder at his cock, watching as he pulled that long foreskin back and held it still for me to get some shots from different angles.

We uploaded the pics to his profile, and instead of getting dressed he just sat there, still stroking.

And then suddenly our roles were reversed!

Marcin suggested we watch some porn and have a wank!

Now, I'm not used to this. Normally I'm the one making such suggestion And this was a Polish guy; they are kind of known for being homophobic!

So I played along, saying I don't know, seems a bit strange.

He replied that it wasn't a gay thing to wank with a mate! He even admitted that he'd jerked off with his house mates a few times to some good porn.

And within about ten seconds I was completely naked, sitting beside him on the sofa, each of us jerking our cocks to some internet porn.

And man did he have some stamina! I was ready to shoot already, my cock had been hard and leaking clear juice for an hour and my balls were aching. Marcin continued on stroking that cock, the foreskin rolling back and forth over and over, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast.

We compared. He commented on my balls. I commented on his long cock. I watched his foreskin become soaking wet with his pre-cum as he worked it.

We joked and skipped through porn for another hour, before he finally announced, while watching a clip of two guys double-fucking a blond skinny chick, that he had to cum.

His breath became heavier, and his stroking sped up a little before slowing again. The video continued but I could tell we were now paying a little more attention to each other stroking. I tried to time myself.

One guy in the video pulled his cock out and as the other cock on the screen continued to thrust into the girl’s ass the guy sprayed his load aver her, the white cream dripping down between her legs and landing on the other guys cock, dribbling down his balls as they bounced with every thrust.

Marcin groaned and paused, his cock became visibly rigid and then a white streak of jizz shot out of the head, followed by a second and a third. I heard him moan with a "yeah" thrown in and my own nuts started emptying as I watched the fountain of cum shoot from my buddies cock, landing over his flexing abs.

There was so much of it, it fired out in countless streams and as he was now watching me my own cock spurted again and shot a thick wad up and onto my chest.

We were now watching each other as our cocks fired off in unison, splashing hot man-milk over our sweaty chests and abs. The room filled with the smell of cum and sweat and our own groans mixed in with the soundtrack of the film as the second guy pulled his cock from the girl’s ass and shot a fountain of white into the air.

I watched the remains of Marcin’s load dribble from the tip, sliding down his shaft and over his hand. He pulled up, the foreskin gathering and collecting a white cap of spunk.

My own cock was soaking wet with my own cum, still twitching as I squeezed the last few drops of white from the gaping tip. We relaxed and watched each other for a few moments, our dicks glistening and sticky with ball juice as we gently caressed the softening meat.

It was the first time I could remember having a straight guy swapping roles on me. And as he said "that was fun" and reached for the tissues, I knew I'd made another fantastic wanking buddy who would last for many years to come.

A new wanking buddy - Part 2

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The next day at the Gym, he was there. I watched him carefully from the corner of my eye as he lifted. And as I saw him sit back and take a break, I knew he was nearly done. I left for the locker room and fumbled about hoping I hadn't misread his moves to finish up. And then he walked in. I made a split decision then and there, hiding my shower gel.

I stripped off, urging my dick not to get hard, heading to the showers to be able to make it clear that I wasn't following him.

I stood under the stream of hot water at the right side of the room, where he'd stood before (we're creatures of habit, right?)

I hoped to a god I actually don't believe in that he'd come in. And then he arrived, striding in, his sweaty body pumped and glistening in the halogen light from the spots above. His long cock swayed back and forth, slapping against his thick thighs, the balls behind low and smooth.

I washed slowly and turned beneath the spray as he took the spot a few feet away from me, hooking his shower gel on the small shelf on the wall and throwing his towel to the bench in the middle of the room.

I spent a few minutes contemplating my move, wondering if there would be a communication problem , or if he would be able to beat the shit out of me. I figured he could try, but we were pretty well matched in build and I could move quickly.

I went for it and waited until he was facing me but not looking toward me, and then I asked if I could use his shower gel because I'd forgotten mine. In clearly developed English he answered "yeah" and handed it to me with a smile.

Wahoo! I was in! The ice was broken and as I lathered up with his gel my comfort and confidence was boosted.

I continued the chat, asking if he enjoyed it there. It turned out he'd been in the UK since he was a teen, and had moved to London with his building company (I know, a Polish builder. But that's the deal). We exchanged names and shook hands. Marcin turned out to be a friendly and open guy.

It was actually really strange, I almost forgot about that gorgeous dick of his as we chatted over the sound of rushing water. Other guys came in and briefly showered. Time passed. But as he talked and looked down to tug that foreskin back and wash his thick cock I felt my own dick twitch and almost lost track of the conversation.

But we persisted, and I managed to keep my throbbing cock to a semi, even after I noticed that his actions had caused his cock to thicken and curve out a little.

We both finished up at the same time, still chatting about London, girls, the clubs, everything. We dried off and headed back into the locker room, talking like we'd known each other for a while.

Something I would normally have reserved for the next meeting suddenly spilled out. You see, normally I'd take my time, not to seem too eager. An option of hanging out together would normally be brought up in the third meeting, once we're both comfortable with each other. But for some reason I let this go and took the next big step.

Talking about cubs, I mentioned one I go to and suggested he try it out. He answered that he'd get lost and be wondering around London for days. So I invited him to join me the following week. Note for all you novices out there: I told him I'd split with my girlfriend and needed to pull. We exchanged numbers.

A week later I nervously gave him a call and suggested that Saturday night.

He eagerly agreed, suggesting we meet up at the station.

Long story short, we went, he pulled within half an hour, and was gone within two hours.

I left and called up a buddy and met up for an outside jerk on the way home.

TO BE CONTINUED...