Ken’s eyes flew open and he turned toward Tommy. Ken shook his head, displacing his heavy, long and wispy black bangs from in front of his eyes before he held Tommy in a dead stare. “Dude, just what the fuck are you doing?”
Tommy studied Ken’s expression, finding his buddy’s gray eyes filled mostly with annoyance rather than anger or embarrassment. Oh well, at least Tommy didn’t have to hold back his laughter anymore. He grabbed his stomach, belly-laughing so hard he lost his towel. “Sorry! I came in here to see if you had my lotion, and I was just waiting to make sure you were done using it.” Tommy hooted some more as he pointed to the tube on the bed next to where Ken sat.
Ken, who hadn’t even bothered to let go of his dick, rolled his eyes and tightened his wide-set jaw a hair, but otherwise, he showed little to no emotion. “Shut up…like you don’t jerk off in the shower every morning, and could you please put on some fucking pants?” After turning his attention back toward the television, Ken hit the pause button on the remote control.
Tommy, still snickering, bent his knees low enough to reach down and grab the towel off the floor before holding the terrycloth fabric in front of his dick without wrapping it around his body. Slowly, he shuffled forward a couple of steps, a mischievous grin turning up his lips. “Whatcha’ watching?”
Ken shot him a sideways glance for a blip but wasted no time redirecting his concentration to his cartoon porn. A nostalgic sense of déjà vu dawned on Tommy. He and Ken had been best friends since they were in diapers, and the situation he found himself in with wasn’t entirely unfamiliar territory.
As Tommy shuffled closer, Ken sighed, scooting over on the bed to make room while shaking his head. “Seriously, what are we in middle school, circling around a dirty movie to jerk off?”
Tommy scrunched up his nose while curving his mouth into a tight-lipped smile and shrugging. “Why not?” After folding the towel, he placed the covering over the comforter at the foot of the bed, leaving about a foot of space between Ken and himself when he sat down and squirted a quarter-sized amount of lotion into his hand. “This probably isn’t such a bad idea with Trisha coming over, especially if we are all going to be drinking. I don’t want to be popping a boner all night.”
“Whatever.” Ken’s gaze stuck to the onscreen action like glue while he stroked his cock. The two animated nurses on screen had been drawn with cute faces, large eyes, and even bigger tits pressing up against the plunging neckline of their form-fitting, pink uniforms. The cartoon vixens kissed while rolling all over each other and stripping off their clothes. Huge, incredibly unrealistic-sized boobs were exposed as the two fondled each other. The shorter of the two slurped on her coworker’s round, protruding nipple while the taller girl slipped a hand down the other girl’s panties. Tommy’s hand moved steadily up and down his shaft. It never ceases to amaze me how little it takes to get off when I take care of business on my own and don’t have to hold back. This is a cartoon for crying out loud, but my rod is already starting to twitch in my hand.
Having moved on to eating each other’s pussies in the sixty-nine position, the nurses moaned seductively. Oh, there we go! I’m close. His lips parted and his eyelids lowered as his breathing became ragged. While palming over the head and then all the way to the hilt, he let out a groan as the surging began. Here it comes.Just a few more strokes and Geronimo! A ribbon of white fluid shot out, squirting into the free hand he had cupped by the hole, and running down his palm.
“Whoa! That felt good.” He chuckled as he stood up and grabbed his towel. After wiping his hands, Tommy mopped up the cream left on his body before glancing over at Ken. No fucking way! He still hasn’t come? That’s crazy.
Ken was really going at it, though. He had to be about to reach his conclusion. While handling his erection with care, Ken circled his fingers around his veiny shaft and jerked his fist up and down. Ken panted, his mouth slightly open, exposing his tongue while his cheeks blazed with a honey glow.
Curious, Tommy turned his focus away from Ken’s face and toward his friend’s erect penis. He hadn’t seen Ken’s cock in years. The color was different from his own with a slightly darker shaft and a smooth, round head that was purplish rather than the ruddy reddish cap that crowned Tommy’s staff. Ken’s shape was interesting, appealing even, with its slight upward curve, but Tommy couldn’t help but smirk. Mine’s bigger.
Ken was no slouch. With his skin stretched tense, his dick stood about seven and a half to eight inches long, but Tommy’s ten-inch monster still had him beat. Dragging his front teeth over his bottom lip, Tommy bit down lightly. Thirty-seconds—he made a bet with himself on how long it would take Ken to come. While keeping watch, Tommy silently counted the seconds. Ken’s body began to tremble as he slid his free hand down below his jolting cock, reaching between his open legs to fondle his sack. As he caressed the soft, tender skin, lightly fingering over the two egg-shaped jewels hidden within, Ken’s eyes rolled back and his balls constricted as he released a strained groan. Moaning again, louder this time, Ken bucked his hips. Tommy held his breath, on pins and needles to find out how long Ken could keep going.
“Ah!” Ken panted as his cock reacted to
