Fully Loaded E9 | I turned my buddy on ...

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I don’t know if he can see that I’m turned on. I mean, what does turned-on even look like besides a hard dick? My dick is raging hard, but it looks well concealed from my quick glances down. I don’t think I’ve turned red or anything yet. 

Yet.

Is he feeling that sexual energy in the room too? Or is it just all in my head?

“Drained huh?” I say, not being able to come up with something better to say. “You mean like … in someone or?..” 

Of course he means in someone you dumbass. I really wish I was a better flirt than this. 

“Well yeah, that's good too obviously. But I think some of the best nuts I've had are from someone’s hands,” he shrugs.

Hands.

“I’ve always liked blowjobs.” My cock feels like it's leaking a fountain in my shorts. 

“Hands are better at being everywhere at once,” he shrugs and leans back on the couch. That’s when I see it.

His lengthy shaft is tenting up his loose shorts. I, for a lack of better word, start salivating as I ogle at the lift in his crotch. 

“Sorry.” Wyatt's face is beet red when he covers it up with a couch cushion. “Talking about it got him a bit excited.” 

“No, it's okay,” I say quickly. “I mean, we're guys right?”

“Right.” 

This is the moment. I can feel it. I need to seize this chance now. 

I can tell my pits are soaking through my shirt from my nervousness, but I sit back on my chair as well, hiking up my shorts so that he can see my bulge too. It's nowhere as impressive or as obvious as his, but it should get the point across. The cushion slides off the front of his shorts as he relaxes. 

“I've got some lube if you want,” I offered delicately, wondering if any of this was going to turn him off suddenly.

“Nah, I usually go without. Or just some spit.” He shakes his head as he grabs and rubs his crotch absentmindedly. “Uncut.”

I know.

“Jealous. I'm cut, so I have to use it if I don't want to get sore.”

Come on. Take it out. Take it out and show me. 

He doesn't, but he doesn't move from his spot either. He just sits there, holding his hard-on and moving his thumb slowly up and down the length of the shaft through his shorts. 

I know.

“I found this video the other day,” I blurted out while reaching for my tablet on the table. It's a video I found of a guy getting a handjob from a woman off-screen. I press play and flip it around to show him. 

This should get him going. 

“I'm going to cum…  ah yeah baby oh yeah!!!” The man covers his face with both hands as the stream of cum splashes all over her fingers and forearm. 

“Damn, what a load!” Wyatt says in quiet awe. He's still rubbing himself, and now a lot less discreetly. 

It's working.

I flip to another video and go to sit next to him. This one is of a man masturbating solo while kneeling on the ground. He clenches his jaw as he sprays towards the camera, blurring the lens in drippy goo. 

“Oh fuck…” 

Take it out! Take it out! Take it out!

I flip to another video, where a worm eyes view of a cock and balls fucks a fleshlight plays. 

“OHhhHhh…” the low voice on the video grunts and we watch his dick pulse along with his taint. 

“Dude, this is making me really horny. You've got good taste,” Wyatt says while the video replays, gripping his cock hard enough for his shorts that I can make out the entire shape. 

“You wanna rub one out?” I finally mustered the courage to ask, my normal personality replaced by the horndog side of me. 

“Yeah, if you do too,” he makes brief eye contact with me before turning his attention back to the video. I pull my shorts and underwear down while covering my crotch. Wyatt simultaneously hikes up his shorts’ leg and pulls out his big dick. 

I scroll to a longer cum canon compilation video and we start jerking off together side by side. His long cock is monstrous next to mine, and I can barely keep my eyes off it while he watches the video. I love the way his foreskin covers and uncovers his mushroom head with each stroke.

A part of me wished that this was satisfying enough for me.

But I know I would regret it forever if I didn't try now.

Not when I'm so close.

Not when he's right beside me with a hard-on. 

“Can I help … drain you?” My throat feels extremely dry. Wyatt stops jerking off and holds his cock in his right hand. So much of it protrudes from his closed fist. 

“Do you want to?” he asks in a bit of confusion

“You said that's what you need right?” I sit there, exposed to him with my smaller dick hard and stiff. I start reaching over a trembling hand and his grip lets go as mine takes over. 

His dick is rock solid, throbbing as I tighten my grip over his hot flesh. I stroke it slightly and watch the hesitation get replaced by the weakness that spreads on his face.

“Oh…” he moans slightly as he turns his attention back to the cumpilation. 

Even though his skin was sliding smoothly over his head, I felt uncomfortable jerking it dry, so I leaned over to spit on it. After that, my hand glides smoothly over his head. 

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Wyatt holds my wrist down. Did I hurt him? I look at his face to confirm and see him with his eyes shut tight. “Oh fuck…” he grunts.

I feel the liquid surge out from my hold at the base of his cock. Two shots of milky liquid squirt out to the middle of his shirt, while another hits my arm. 

“Oh god… okay you have to keep going…” his hand on my wrist guides my hand to restart. 

“Tighter! Oh yeah... okay… I'm cumming… I'm cumming…” his pants right above my head become hot and heavy.

“Dont stop… don't .. oh…oh… OHHH…” his cock turns into a faucet head as the liquid sprays all over my face. I move back in surprise, stopping my jerking in the process.

“Under the head! Under the head!” Wyatt grunts out as his cum rains on his shirt. His hand wraps around mine as he tries to get me to do what he needs. 

His cum covers my right eye completely and forces it to stay shut, but I do as he asked.

As he needs. Right under the base of his head.

“Yeah… oh yeah…” he splatters over his shorts and the exposed parts of his thigh. Then, his hand on my wrist holds my hand down, releasing the mushroom head from its hood completely. His other hand moves to the tip of his cock to rub underneath, just like the masked cocksucker did for him.

I use my other hand to knock his fingers out of the way and take over the role. 

In circles,  I tell myself. Just like you saw in the video. 

“Oh my god… fucking …” his panting is mixed with a giddy chuckle as the jets of sperm stop but he continues to leak out translucent white goo over his cock and my hand. 

My fist, slippery from his juices, slid up further and went slightly over his head. He jumps a bit from the couch and pushes my hand back down. 

One more time.

“MmM!” He whines as his body tenses again. He grips my wrist again and I decide to not try it again.

For now.