My best mate’s brother asked me if I wanted to watch porn

Submitted by WillTheGirthy

The stories here are great but I love the experiences guys have shared so much and a lot of them are like things I experienced years ago. I decided I should send one of mine and maybe some other readers will wank off to it and let me know in the comments 🙂

I’ve never written this down before and I’m not a very good writer (although I have a fantasy about becoming Stephen King one day) so please bear with me.

By the time my cock was done and he was squeezing my dick to get the last of it oozing out I was soaked from my neck to my balls. I looked over to him and he had a thicker decoration of cum all over his wide chest and he was rubbing his load into his furry patch between his pecs

The first time I wanked with another guy it was my best friend. It was the usual stuff just looking at porn mags and wanking ourselves. I don’t think we ever saw each other cum it was just two lads with a porn mag each wanking off into tissues.

My first “real mate wank” was his older brother. I was still 18 and I just got my first proper girlfriend. I’d fucked for the first time a week before and I was wanking off at every opportunity feeling like a big man and desperate to do it again lol

Looking back on it now and after reading these experiences and stories I wonder how much of my first time wanking with another man was set up and planned. Not that I’m complaining about that. I just get the feeling that my mates brother might have planned this out because it’s something I would probably do today.

I was working part-time and needed extra money to take my new girlfriend out and my mates brother asked if I wanted to help him replace some fence panels in his garden for a few extra quid. My mate was working fill-time by then so he couldn’t do it. I said yes, of course.

It has to be said that I idolized his brother. All the guys in our little gang did. He was a sensible guy in his 20’s who had it all worked out. He had a great job (I think he was in marketing or PR or something like that) and a gorgeous girlfriend he lived with in a new house he was buying. He had a shiny new Mercedes (company car) and he’d let us drive it down the street. He was always doing something. He worked 9-5 Mon to Fri and played Rugby at the weekend (I know there are stories about Rugby players here and it definitely fits with his personality, that’s actually how I found the site!) He worked out three times a week and was studying for something in fitness or health too. I wasn’t very aware of my sexuality then (I’m definitely bisexual now) but I recognized that he was extremely handsome and I was kind of in awe of him.

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When Saturday came I rode my bike to his house and got there too early so I had to wait outside for him to get home. He pulled up in his car and got out covered in mud and still wearing his kit. He said they’d had a late kick off so he didn’t have time to shower. I can still remember what he looked like. It was the most masculine thing I’d ever seen. For a skinny lad like me back then who was always considered geeky and wimpy it was a revelation. I still have a thing for sporty guys in kit and it might be why I started playing football and working out, but don’t tell my wife that lol

As soon as we got inside he told me to help myself to a beer from the fridge while he had a shower and I didn’t hesitate to get one, I was still just learning how to drink responsibly and having an older guy like him offering me a beer just made me feel even more adult. I got him one too and then I went and sat in the living room and put the TV on, sipping my beer and feeling very grown up while I waited.

Ten minutes later he came back and stood in the doorway drying his hair with one end of a big towel and the rest of it just hanging down in front of him. He was talking about the match his team had just lost while he was looking at the TV and I was trying not to look as the towel swayed from hiding his cock to revealing it then hiding it again. He was semi hard. Like I said, I sometimes think this might have all been a plan but it’s hard to know because he was just that kind of guy. Nothing bothered him. I think about it like he was woke before being woke was a thing. I’d seen him lecture his brother whenever he heard him say something sexist, homophobic or racist, which was pretty common for my mate unfortunately. While he was very much a “mans man” and wasn’t in any way reserved or timid he was also very respectable.

I tried not to look at his cock but he wasn’t hiding it and after a minute I was hard in my shorts. This wasn’t too strange for me as I was pretty much a walking erection 90% of the time. I’m still one of the horniest men I know.

I pointed to his can of lager on the table and he came in and sat down next to me, putting the towel over the end of the sofa. We talked for a few minutes about the game his team had just lost and then he started talking to me about my girlfriend and congratulating me on “becoming a man”. Turned out my mate had told his brother that I’d lost my virginity. I blushed, but it was actually really nice. He asked how it was and whether it lived up to expectation. I was honest and said it didn’t last very long but it was amazing and she was a great girlfriend.

I’d never had a “sex talk” from my dad so this was the closest thing I got to that but now I think about it it was really great that I had him to give me advice without being patronizing or lecturing me. We talked about safe sex and he gave me a lot of great advice, the kind of things I would tell my younger self.

Throughout this my cock was hard and I was getting peeks at his dick, still chubby and pointing up from a bulging pillow of two big balls between his thick hairy thighs. He must have known my cock was painfully trapped down the leg of my shorts and that I was leaking a patch of precum through the material. I tried to adjust myself a couple of times but it didn’t work. I have a very thick cock and my shorts were tight around my legs so he must have seen that thick bulge lol

After a minute or two of silence and just watching the TV he said something about needing a wank and asked if I liked watching porn. Stupidly I still didn’t work out where this was all going and I just swallowed hard and answered affirmatively. He asked about having a wank and said he could go upstairs or something if I wasn’t cool with it.

Imagine you’re me in this situation. 18 and with a hard cock in your shorts, an older guy you admire treating you like his peer, an offer of watching proper porn on DVD and not a grainy VHS or flicking through your mate’s old porn mags with the pages stuck together while you try not to show each other your cum shot. What would you do?

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I said I was cool with it. I didn’t want to look like a prude and the thought of seeing him wanking just feet away from me was fucking mind blowing! lol

He got up and crouched in front of the TV opening the cabinet and reaching inside, retrieving a DVD and putting it in the player. I can still clearly remember the sight of his hairy arse and his big balls hanging down beneath.

He came back to the sofa and leaned back, his cock was much harder than it had been and pointing up over his abs. We talked for a few minutes about porn and his ex girlfriends and he started telling me stories about bad sex. One particular story about fanny farts had us both laughing and my nervousness was soon gone but all I could think about was getting my cock out and wanking too and I didn’t know how to go about it. I tried to focus on the porn playing but I was too distracted by his slow movements. I wanted to watch. I can’t even remember what kind of porn it was but I think it was an orgy with three girls and a group of guys.

Eventually I decided it was far more awkward and embarrassing for him to be naked and wanking right there at the other end of the sofa while I was wearing t-shirt and shorts and my cock was stiff. I braced myself, kicked my trainers off, took my t-shirt off and slid my shorts and boxers down, taking them off completely. Is that weird? It seems weird now to get totally naked like that and I’m not sure why I did, it would have been far more natural to just get my cock out of my shorts. In the end I’m glad I did, because things could have been messy otherwise.

For a minute I was petrified, totally naked and now semi hard in front of another naked man who was slowly rubbing his pale foreskin up and down over his very red and very wet cock head while porn was playing in front of us. I remember feeling so exposed and awkward in that moment it’s amazing I didn’t quickly grab my clothes and run out of the house. But that feeling only lasted a minute and once I started wanking and watching the porn, listening to one of his funny (and horny) stories about licking a girl out for the first time, my cock was soon stiff again and I was enjoying myself.

I spent most of the time trying to get a look at his cock without making it obvious. When he would say something I would turn to him and snatch a glance of his cock in his hand. He must have seen all this too but he didn’t say anything about it. I suppose I was giving him the signals to push things a bit further because he started telling me about wanking with one of his rugby mates and how the guy had grabbed his cock. He didn’t tell me the whole story just that they were drunk and walking home and when they stopped to piss one of their other mates dared them to hold each other’s dicks, they got a bit hard and had a quick wank. I didn’t know if he meant they wanked each other but it sounded like it and it really got me harder too. I was suddenly thinking about what it would feel like if I was wanking him while he was wanking me.

He probably picked up on that when I asked what it felt like to have another guy touch his cock and he said he was too drunk to remember but it wasn’t a big deal.

Then he asked me if I wanted to try it.

I would like to imagine I played it cool but I’m pretty sure I instantly let go of my cock and reached over to grab his. Maybe it was the beer or the porn or whatever but I wasn’t nervous about any of it. I shuffled along the sofa and put my hand on his cock and he reached over and grabbed mine and started wanking it for me. I think he complimented me on my thickness (I have a very thick cock, it’s not long, about 6″, but it’s very wide). I said something about liking the way his curved upward in my hand.

My dick was almost vibrating with the need to cum within about a minute and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I was quite well practiced in wanking by that point and although I didn’t know what edging was I was doing that a lot, especially on days when I was working and had less time to have a proper wank. I would wank it for a while in the toilets at work and then wait another hour before wanking it again in the store room and then eventually get home and wank off for an hour before eventually cumming. This was totally different and having another guy’s warm hand on my dick while I was feeling the ribbed shape of his stiffness sliding under his skin was too much.

We were still talking about stuff but I have no idea what it was. We weren’t watching the porn any more, I know that much. It was all about the feel of his dick in my hand and his hand on my dick. I remember thinking afterward that it was like wanking myself but ten times better, at least that’s how I explained it when I told another friend a year later about the time I swapped hand jobs, and that got us both swapping hand jobs too 😉

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I think I said that I wasn’t going to last too much longer and I think he agreed and a few seconds after saying it he slid my foreskin down and started rubbing his thumb against the underside of my cock head and I exploded. And I mean I exploded! In a millisecond the pleasure doubled and then tripled and rushed through every fiber of my being and my cock was pounding out cum in thick watery streams. I think that was the moment he started cumming too but to be honest all I remember is feeling his dick get extra stiff in my fist and hearing his breathing getting loud. I was too distracted by the shower of cum flying out of my own cock while he continued wanking me hard and fast.

There’s no doubt that it was one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced up until that moment. Fucking my girlfriend for the first time had been intense and I didn’t last long inside her but this might have been more powerful than that too. By the time my cock was done and he was squeezing my dick to get the last of it oozing out I was soaked from my neck to my balls. I looked over to him and he had a thicker decoration of cum all over his wide chest and he was rubbing his load into his furry patch between his pecs and running his fingers down between his abs. My hand was slippery with his cum and I played with his dick for a little while, his cock getting soft while I massaged the cum into it. He did the same to me, just lazily flopping my cock around and wiping the cum from his hand onto my stomach, smearing the sticky mess along my cock and playing with my balls.

We chuckled together for a minute or two, just sitting there and catching our breath, then he passed me the towel and I wiped the cum off myself and he took it and wiped himself down.

He said we should clean up and get to work and I followed him up to the bathroom and we stood in the shower and scrubbed each other down quickly. That was a lot of fun too and although we didn’t wank again our cocks were soon getting hard once more as we washed each other. I think we both understood that this was kind of a special moment, like a little bonding. I hate to make this sound “romantic” (it wasn’t) but cleaning each other after an experience like that was a different kind of eroticism. Is it bromance? I don’t know, I don’t have a word to describe what it was like but it wasn’t raw horniness it was more like caring for each other.

Okay, enough of the soppy crap.

We dried off and went back downstairs and got dressed and then that was it, we went out into the garden and got to work.

Before I left that evening he gave me a handful of condoms and told me to play safe, and said I could come back for more whenever I needed to.

That first encounter probably lasted just over half an hour but it was enough to change my life and my thoughts on sexuality. I don’t know enough to know whether I would have ever had any of the experiences I did after that if it weren’t for him but I do credit him with opening my mind to what a simple pleasure like masturbation shared between two horny guys can be like.

Obviously I went back when I ran out of condoms and we had another wank. I worked out when his girlfriend wasn’t going to be around and I’d pass by and see if his car was there. If it was then I knew he’d probably be interested in wanking.

The sixth or seventh time I went over to his place I found one his other mates there and we all watched porn and wanked (ourselves, not each other, the other guy was VERY straight). By that time I had my first mobile phone so we all swapped numbers and after that I was wanking off with him too. Then I met one of his mates, then another guy came along…

That’s how things were for a while, there was a bator scene but guys would pass each other around to meet other wank mates. There was never any party that I’m aware of but sometimes a threesome wank would just happen when someone had arranged to meet up and another guy called or texted.

I cannot begin to imagine what it would have been like if we’d had BuddyBate back then. It wasn’t really that hard to meet other guys and get a good wank going but I think that’s because I was inside the group. If I wasn’t in there I probably wouldn’t have had any clue that any of this was a possibility. I can only imagine how amazing it would have been to have BuddyBate pins too. I have some now and I’ve got spares to give other bators when I meet them but if we’d had that back then it would have been very interesting indeed. Imagine how many guys would have them now! lol

I read the post by ReProBate last month about how the bator scene is a lot bigger and more diverse than it used to be. I don’t know about that from my own experiences but I think it’s probably true, just because more curious guys are more open about exploring these things now than I imagine they were then, we have more opportunities to talk about it and share our passion for it in ways we never had when I was just getting started.

I haven’t seen my mate or his brother for a few years but I do sometimes wonder if he reads this website. I am absolutely certain that if I ran into him at the pub or something we would hug, and then rush out somewhere to frot dicks and make each other cum again, for old time’s sake 🙂

Thanks for publishing my experience, it’s been a lot of fun writing it down for the first time and I’m excited for other readers to enjoy it. Now I need to go and rub one out!

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