Showering with Jesse Part 2

This is the story of my second mutual jack off with my friend Jesse.

The story of my first mutual jackoff with my friend Jesse is in Part 1.  Long story short, I was a freshman in the dorms at a mormon university, with a very conservative upbringing and all the attendant guilt/shame, and not comfortable with my body.  But I found a friend, who besides being confident and at ease with himself, was in my mind the very picture of masculinity - tall, built, and hairy.  We started pretty innocently just showering together while chatting every Tuesday/Thursday before class, after he actually followed through on my joking comment about just getting in the shower with me. This in itself was honestly pretty amazing just having that openness and vulnerability, and really helped me get comfortable with myself.  And then one fateful shower, Jesse still had his morning wood, the first erection not my own I had ever seen, which caused me to instantly spring to attention, and Jesse again put me at ease and taught me a thing or two.  One was that you can talk about sexuality without embarrassment or shame, and the other was that playing with and squeezing your balls while jerking off felt amazing!  Even though I had jacked off rather obsessively all through my teen years, it was mostly as a coping mechanism and I was just pretty focused on getting the release, not necessarily enjoying the process.

So Jesse and I had jerked each other off and I had the most amazing orgasm after he came on me and then squeezed my balls and kind of pushed his fingers on the part under my sack while I finished stroking.  I felt so good, so content, so at peace even, and we really took in that post-nut bliss, and even washed each other off in the shower.  Squeezing those last drops of cum from our dick heads and and soaping up our cum covered bellies and pubes.  Jesse had a full chest of hair, and I really enjoyed washing all that curly golden hair.  I had the slightly bigger dick soft, but his beat me when hard and he had these hefty balls that I was envious of, even though I still had the thicker boner.  All that to say, I managed to avoid any feelings of guilt or shame that Tuesday… for several hours.  

It was a classic shame spiral, and of course my learned response was to then jack off compulsively.  But I had a fresh experience to jack off to, and some new techniques.  I must have jerked off 3 more times that night.  Enough that I was able to get though Wednesday, which was my busiest schedule of classes, without too much overthinking.  The only time I saw Jesse was at the dining hall that night but we were with friends and so just nodded our acknowledgment.  And even though the guilt returned now and again, it had been too good to think that I was going to stop. I did jack off again Wednesday night replaying the whole thing in anticipation of our next shower in the morning.  After how much Jesse had made me cum with his technique on my balls, he had told me I could do it to him next time, and I couldn’t wait.  Even with jacking off the night before, the hormones in my 18 year old body were raging, and I had very erotic dreams and woke up so hard and needing to cum.  There were still several hours before our usual shower time, and though I tried really hard not to cum, I couldn’t keep my hands off my boner or my balls, and after an hour couldn’t take it anymore and came.  I had actually never masturbated that long before, and it was intense.  If I had been more strategic, I could have jacked off right away and then had time to recover before shower time.  As it was, disappointed with myself, I went early to shower, thinking about having to tell Jesse.

I guess Jesse had woken up quite aroused as well, as he was already in the shower and his boner was at attention, practically saluting me as I climbed in.  I couldn’t help but smile at that, and Jesse looked like he had been anticipating this as much as I had. He could see that I was still kind of downcast and asked me if something was wrong.  I told him what had happened, and he was his usual cool self, telling me no sweat, we could take a raincheck.  I was relieved but also curious, and asked him if he felt any guilt about what we had done or about jacking off in general, and he told me that he sometimes did but that he didn’t beat himself about it.  “Besides,” he said, “if it is wrong to jack off, then we’re all wrong, and we might as well be wrong together.”  What a guy!

I was honestly so grateful to have a friend like that - it was frankly amazing, to be able to stand there naked, one of us hard, talking about jacking off, but also about what we were feeling and what we had in common.  That was really the best gift that Jesse gave me, but jerking together was a very close second.  And with the disappointment lifted, I was determined to help my buddy out. I reached down and just rubbed my fingertips along the underside of his shaft.  “I don’t think we need to take a raincheck,” I said. “I’ll just focus on you.”  He smiled and I moved my hand to his balls, also just lightly grazing them, which I had figured out in my masturbatory frenzy of the last 48 hours.  I could tell by the look on his face, as well as by the bouncing of his dick, that it was good.  I continued, one hand on his dick and the other on his balls, giving the occasional squeeze to both.  Jesse put his hands out to brace himself and tilted his head back in enjoyment.  I started to do more jacking, but it was still kind of awkward jacking a dick when facing it, and since I was just focusing on him, I nudged him to turn around.  

Now I could reach around and jack his dick at an angle that I as more familiar with.  I was pressed into him, my dick against his lower butt cheek and thigh.  It was a little hard to reach his balls with my other hand, so I told him to spread his legs, and I reached through so I could fondle his balls.  They felt somehow even bigger from this angle, and I could feel more of the hair and the underside of his balls and running back towards his butt.  I played with this hair and with his golden bush in between jacking his dick and gently squeezing those big bull balls.  I would stop to do more light teasing of his dick, running my fingertips along the sides and underneath, and then doing that where they thigh meets balls.  Then along the top of his bush, twisting and curling his pubes as I went, my other hand gliding across his belly and hairy chest.  These were all the things I had done to myself that morning when I couldn’t keep my hands off myself and was trying not to cum.  Not really all that unusual, I know now, but I was very proud of myself and Jesse was definitely enjoying it, by the sound of things.

Jesse turned back around, nudging my hands to the side, and put his dick right up against my stomach, sliding it back and forth.  We were pressed right up against each other and are eyes locked. I smiled and Jesse bit his bottom lip and gave a nod to acknowledge the pleasure.  With my hands free, I ran my fingers along his sides, back and forth from the middle of his thighs up to his chest, and then I slid my hands down his back and rested them on his butt cheeks.  I gave them a squeeze, and he picked up the pace, thrusting farther and harder against my stomach.  I could feel his balls coming down through my pubes and bouncing against the top of my dick, which I could now feel plumping up from the motion.   “I’m getting close,” he said.  I didn’t want him to cum yet, thinking maybe with a bit more time my dick could join the party, and also wanting to get in a position where I would be able to squeeze his nuts when he cums like he had for me last time.  

“Not yet,” I said and stepped back, returning to jacking his dick and fondling his balls, taking a break now and then to tease the underside of his shaft and tickle his balls.  “I don’t think I can hold out much longer,” he said.  I still didn’t like this angle and so I knelt down, got a better grip on his dick and jerked him in long, slower motions while still rubbing the palm of my left hand along his balls with gentle tugs to heighten the experience.  The steam from the shower was starting to get to me - I could feel the heat in my cheeks - so I decided to squat against the back wall away from the shower and from this position, I could really see his balls and all that golden hair running from his butt under to his balls, tufted together in curls.  It might sound funny, my fascination with his balls, but it had been a revelation to me when his first played with mine, and something about holding them in my hand felt simultaneously so powerful yet also unguarded.  I guess because balls are so sensitive and vulnerable to pain, it was like one of those trust exercises and it heightened the pleasure, for me at least, not to mention I was still in awe of the size of his. 

I was thoroughly enjoying this, and I could feel more blood flowing to my dick.   In between the longer strokes, I started to give a quicker back and forth near the head of Jesse’s dick.  His peehole would open wider each time I went back, like it was winking, and I could see precum beading up in the hole and then sliding down with each stroke.  I stopped to rub it into his head with my thumb, and he shuddered, almost losing his footing.  “That’s super sensitive,” he said, smiling.  The heat was getting to him too so he knelt down, and I slid my legs out so I was sitting on the floor, with him in between my outstretched legs.  I sped up my jerking, and increased the pressure on his balls.  His sack was tightening up, getting closer to his body, so I could tell he was close.  Although my dick was mostly hard by now, I decided to just concentrate on him.  With his balls still in my hand, I pushed my index and middle fingers past and started to rub that hairy spot between his balls and butt. I was so inexperienced I didn’t even know what to call it at the time.  

I focused my jacking on the middle of his dick, just up to the head and went for it.  He had his hands outstretched to the wall above me and was thrusting his hips. With the focus on him, I could really sense the approaching orgasm, almost feeling it rise from his tightened balls up through his dick.  I went for broke and jerked like my life depended on it while pulling at his balls, and when I could tell he was about to bust, I pushed those two fingers to press behind his balls.  “Don’t stop. I’m cumming,” he whispered, and his mouth opened like he couldn’t help it, almost gasping.  I powered through as he shot cum all over me, scattershot this time, smaller drops in all directions.  I was still pumping, but slower now, and he closed his eyes and I could see the waves of pleasure with the spasms of his body, the rhythm of his thrusting slowing but not quite stopping.  I didn’t let go of his dick or his balls, just loosened the grip and slowed the pace.  Jesse exhaled loudly and we locked eyes again, both smiling.  It felt like we were acknowledging this moment of closeness, of a bond of friendship, even brotherhood.  

I couldn’t help myself, I took some of the cum still dripping down the head of his dick and rubbed it in with my thumb. He shuddered again and collapsed forward onto me.  He poked my sides to tickle me and we laughed, with him just laying against me.  I guess I was kind of starved of touch, because I would have liked to stay like that for a long time, enjoying that intimate brotherhood.  “How was that?” I finally asked.  “Terrible,” Jesse said, turning so I could see his wink. “I mean, just awful.  Look at the mess you’ve made.”  “The mess I made?” I scoffed.  “Hey, it was your hands…” he said, sitting up putting his hands up to signal it wasn’t him and laughing.  

His dick was still mostly hard but was now in a position where the tip was resting on the base of my fully hardening boner.  And the tip was pressing that dripping cum on mine, causing my dick to flex involuntarily.  He felt that that. “Whoa, someone’s awake,” he said.  “I guess so,” I responded hesitantly, “but we’re gonna be late for class.”  I really had no desire to go class, but thought I should at least give him the opportunity.  “How are you going to concentrate with this thing bouncing around?” he said as he reached down and playfully tapped my hard dick from underneath, bouncing it in his hand.  I just shrugged and spread my legs wider but pulling knees up and sliding down lower so that my lower back was on the shower floor now too.  “Let’s turn off the water,” I said, “it’s so hot in here.”  He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively, and we both cracked up.

Jesse now repeated the teasing and rubbing that I had given him, but then he began to use his still semi hard dick to rub around my balls, even pushing it into that spot underneath them.  I could still feel the cum on his dick rubbing into me, and for a second I thought I might die, it was so intense.  That would be the way to go, for sure. The physical feeling was similar to what he had already done with his hand, but the thought of him using his dick with the cum still dripping just blew my mind.  He continued, alternating between jerking and teasing, as I lay back, my hands rubbing the tops of his thighs and then up his arms as he stroked me, at times even running my hands through his chest hair.  My balls may not have been as big as his, but the way he worked them, I think he might have been as fascinated with mine as I was with his.  He cupped them, squeezed, gave a little tug and then rubbed back and forth, rolling my balls lightly in his fingers before repeating.  He was using his dick and his finger to press and rub underneath my balls, and I wasn’t sure which I wanted more: to cum with him doing that or for that feeling to go on forever.

He was still on his knees and I could see by the way he kept adjusting his weight that he was uncomfortable.  “Why don’t you sit down,” I said, shifting my legs so he could slide his legs past mine.  “Much better,” he said, and I could tell because his stroking got more intense.  His dick was now propped up right on my balls, his right hand stroking my shaft, and his left hand rubbing down further underneath my balls.  It seemed like he was getting closer to my crack, which might have been weird for me, except that all I could think about was his cum covered dick on my balls.  I felt my nuts tightening up towards my dick and I knew I was close enough that if I wanted to last longer, I’d have to switch it up.  But I decided I wanted to go on that high, and so I reached down stroked the base of my dick while Jesse jerked the rest.  The feeling was overtaking me, I was lost in pleasure.  

He was still pressing and rubbing under my balls, using his thumb, pinky and ring fingers to rub my nutsack, while pointer and middle pressed along underneath.  That sent me over the edge.  “Ahhh!” was all I could say as I shot my load and waves of pleasure washed over me.  It wasn’t a lot of cum, but I was practically writhing.  Jesse kept milking my dick like I had his, and rubbed my balls gently, as they started to relax and unclench from my body.  Then he rubbed the cum on my dick head with his thumb.  It was sensitive but not like it was for him; the milking was actually more intense for me.  Even so, I poked his sides in return like he had mine.  He flinched, but didn’t let go of my dick, he was still gently stroking and squeezing it. 

I closed my eyes taking it all in, trying to burn this memory and this feeling into my mind.  As I came back to reality, I thought about everything I had learned.  Showering with Jesse was quite the education!  I was thinking about my balls, of course, but later I would come to realize how much of an education in masculinity, confidence, and friendship it was. 

We got up and turned the shower back on.  “So how was that?” he asked me. “I’ve had better,” I said with a wink, “but E for effort.”  We both knew that wasn’t true, but it was good for a laugh. We talked about the techniques we’d enjoyed the most and then chatted like usual, taking turns washing the cum off each other, with a special focus on our deflating dicks and sensitive balls.  “This guy’s had quite the workout,” he said as he was soaping up my dick.  My dick was actually feeling a little worse for wear, but I shot back, “This is like a warm-up for him,” with a bravado that I didn’t know I had.  Jesse smiled and nodded knowingly, replying “Well, I guess we’ll have to give him more of a challenge then….”  I smiled and raised my shoulders, “Guess so.”  

Next Tuesday seemed so far away, and I started to wonder if my dick was going to survive the jacking I was likely going to be giving it all weekend.