THE BUDDY SLEEVE: A TRUE STORY [Note: This was a real-life encounter between me and a jack-off buddy that took place in the summer of 2002. Only some specific identifying details about the guy have been omitted or changed. -- Brooklyn Jack]
I was about to head down to the bodega for some beer when the phone rang. I didn't recognize the voice, at first; then it clicked -- it was Jim, a married guy from the nyjacks.com message boards that I'd masturbated with once before.
''Is it okay if I come over?'' he asked.
''Definitely, man,'' I answered, feeling my penis begin to stiffen. ''Bring that sleeve thing you told me about by e-mail.''
''Cool, I will,'' he replied, and I spent the next 45 minutes or so getting hornier and hornier in anticipation of jacking off with another man.
Jim showed up -- he's a good-looking guy, with buzzed blond hair, mustache, burly body, classic Brooklyn accent. We sat down on the couch and talked a while as he carefully packed the olive-green clumps of pot into the large silvery pipe he'd brought.
Once we'd smoked a bit and started to feel the buzz hit us, the conversation turned from day-to-day talk about the weather and our jobs to the subject of our dicks, how hard they were and how many times we'd jacked off to memories of our first session together.
We stood up and began rubbing each other's crotches, still covered by layers of denim and underwear -- wrapping our hands around the rigid thickness of the other's erection.
''Take it out and let me see,'' urged Jim, and I unzipped my jeans to pull my fully hard cock out of the fly. ''Yeah,'' he breathed, feasting his eyes on the sight of another man's erect meat. Jim got his dick out and I felt mine throbbing in excitement as I watched him stroke. Before long we were standing there masturbating each other, still dressed except for the stiff dicks sticking from our open flies.
After a few incredible minutes of rubbing our dickheads together, we got totally naked and Jim pulled the j/o sleeve from the pocket of his discarded jeans. It was made of clear silicone rubber, very soft, lined inside with little nubs for friction, and open at both ends so that two buddies could stick their dicks in at the same time. The thought that this sleeve had been specifically designed and sold so that men could masturbate together just blew my mind as I lubed up my erect penis and slid it into one end of the sleeve. Jim did the same and we both stared down in total sexual ecstasy as our two dickheads met and rubbed together -- two masculine guys connecting through their throbbing cocks.
''Aaahh... love the feel of another man's dick against mine,'' Jim panted, tweaking my nipples as we fucked the rubber buddy sleeve, shaft sliding on shaft. I returned the favor, stroking his hairy chest and getting aroused by the idea of rubbing my cockhead on his nipples while the chest hair tickled my meat.
We moved to the couch, sitting face to face, legs intertwined, crotches pressed together. This time we stretched one end of the sleeve over both dicks at once, and took turns jacking it up and down the two throbbing slick erections.
''So hot jacking man-to-man,'' I said, and Jim just moaned in pleasure as I caressed his hairy balls and masturbated his stiff dick. After what seemed like hours of sexual bliss, of feeling the masculine hardness of another man's erection rubbing against mine, we both realized we were getting close to coming.
''Let's shoot our sperm on each other's dicks,'' whispered Jim, to which I responded by thrusting my stiffly throbbing penis up against his hairy crotch. A few minutes later I got the wonderful reward of his male fluid all over my dick. As Jim stood over me, gasping for breath and shaking the last few drops of his cum on my chest, I lubed up my erection with Jim's hot white semen and jacked myself to a grunting, hip-thrusting, teeth-clenching orgasm.
''Anytime you're free again, buddy,'' I told Jim, as a half-hour later, showered and dressed, he headed out the door...
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