By the time Jason finished painting the kitchen, he was covered in white specks. I wanted to lick each of them off his smooth skin.

He was a friend of an ex-co-worker, recommended for his reliability over his ability (at least where painting was involved. As it turned out, I spent as much time teaching him how to use the brush properly as I would have if I had painted the room myself. But he sure looked good doing it!

At 24, he wore tight jeans completely unlike just about everyone else his age. It was great watching him and seeing the outline of his asschecks and when he sat down his package was quite a presence in the room! I figured he must have a pretty big dick with balls to match.

My ex-co-worker was pretty hip and I figured he was, too, so - just out of curiousity - one of the first things I asked him when we met was if he was gay. He said no, but that he had fooled around with a couple of guys. Just to make sure I didnšt get any ideas, though, he added that he currently has a girlfriend.

Of course, I assured him that was cool and that was that. But, shit, did it plant ideas in my head.

By the end of the day, with the paint drying, I offered Jason a beer and we sat on the couch (covered with a sheet to protect it from the paint). Jason was in his tight, paint covered jeans and a black tank top. As I complemented him on his work, I was distracted by the distinct bulge that was his crotch. It looked amazing as his cock and balls were held firmly in place by the tight fabric.

Since the work was done, I figured I would take a chance and see where I could take the conversation.

"How long have you had a girlfriend?" I asked.

"Like six months," Jason answered.

My first push was. "I'm just curious. But how long before that did you fool around with a guy?"

"Oh, that was like a year ago."

"So, are you, like, Bi? Or was it just a thing?"

"It was just a thing."

I decided to push it a little further. " So, like, what did you do?"

"Nothing really" Jason said as he looked away, and crossed his legs. At that moment, my fantasy was that he crossed his legs because he was starting to get a little turned on.

Here was my big push. Get the conversation to include specific activity. "Did you, like just jack off together?"

"Yeah, kinda" he answered, shifting his weight from one side to the another.

I kept pushing. "Did you guys jack each other or just watch each other do yourselves?"

"We just kinda watched each other mostly. You know."

"Yeah, yeah, sure. I mean, did you, you know, touch each other. Even just a little?

By now there was a real tension in the room. Just talking like this with Jason had me getting rock hard in my pants, and Jason had become very still where he sat. I let my eyes move down his body to look at his crossed legs and back to his face so he could see me checking him out.

"Yeah, we touched each other's balls a little bit, you know, to help each other get off."

Pay dirt! I was totally hard in my pants! My dick was so hard I had to reposition myself so I could be a little more comfortable. I had to!

"Yeah, that's cool, I understand" And with that, I let my hand move to my crotch and gave my throbbing dick a squeeze through my pants. Jason watched me do this, and, without taking his eyes off my crotch, his whole body relaxed a bit and he uncrossed his legs. His already tight jeans looked ready to split with his HUGE boner trapped inside.

That was it! As far as I was concerned, the flood gate was open! I spread my legs wide and groped my groin! Jason began rubbing his cock up and down, through his jeans. It was an unbelievably hot sight. I was really shocked when it was Jason who was first to open his belt and pull down his zipper. He was wearing those tight white boxer briefs and he huge hard on strained against the cotton as he lifted his ass off the couch to pull his jeans down to his knees. Amazing!!

Quickly, I did the same, pulling my pants down to knees and continuing to rub my cock through my tight white briefs. Jason kept his eyes on my crotch the whole time. It was obvious to me that he was turned on by the whole 'guys jacking together' thing. And man was he turned on!

Finally, he pulled down his boxer briefs, allowing his meat to stand at full attention, freed from its cotton prison. And it was big! He worked it in BOTH his hands, stroking up and down. His nuts were just as large. Full and round, they hung close to his body, excited and ready to explode.

I pulled my own dick out over the waistband of my briefs and stood up, stroking myself in full view of Jason. He gasped quietly as I jacked before him, watching his level of arousal escalate.

Jason slide his bare ass forward to the edge of the couch as his stroking became more and more frantic. Sensing how close he was to coming, I stepped a little closer to where he sat on the couch. With out any more warning, Jason throw his head back and closed his eyes. Moaning kinda loudly, he jacked and jacked as wad after wad of clean white jizz flew out of his dick and landed all over his black tank top! It was such a fucking hot sight I couldn't help but shoot, too. I took another step closer to him and my cum landed on his shirt, the couch and even on this still spasming cock!!

I warned him that there were cum stains on his shirt as he was leaving, but he said he didn't care. He said no one would notice. I decided not to tell him I thought everyone would notice. I think it might have been a little bit of a turn on for him, anyway.

Straight guys are so weird.