I looked at my friend and for the first time realized how beautiful he was; five-foot-ten, a hundred-and-seventy-five pounds and not an ounce of fat on him. Little beads of sweat were forming on his bare chest and I realized that the reason I liked looking at pictures of guys getting sucked off was because I wanted to be the one doing the sucking. For an instant I imagined myself on my knees, sucking Owen’s cock and I almost came in my jeans. I had to do something now.

I took off my shirt and relaxed back in my chair. Very surreptitiously, I began to rub my aching erection through my pants just like we’d done as kids. As I paged through the magazine, I began to make it a little more obvious and finally Owen looked at me.

“What are you doing? Jacking off?” he asked.

“No,” I said, “just reliving old times. Remember how we used to rub ourselves until it hurt?” That got a laugh out of him and he pressed his hand against his hard-on. Suddenly we were twelve again and the feeling of doing something really naughty got me even more excited. We continued like this for a bit and I decided to try something else. I unzipped my jeans and reached inside so I was now rubbing myself through the thin material of my tighty-whities.

“Now you are jacking off,” Owen said. He didn’t seem too upset about it.

“Not technically,” I said. “I’m not even touching my dick. My underwear is still on.” That got a laugh out of him too.

“Well if you’re going to be a pig, so am I.” He stood up, unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall to the floor. He stood before me wearing only a baseball cap and his underwear, which was a little blue bikini, the front poking out dramatically. I’d never seen his cock, but judging by the size of the bulge, it was long and thick. Again he sat, propping up his feet and picked up his mag. One hand held the mag and the other rubbed his throbbing erection. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen

“Who’s jacking off?” I taunted.

“Go ahead. I won’t stop you,” he countered.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Man, it’s not like we’re kids anymore. I can’t just sit here with a hard-on and do nothing about it. If you were anybody else, this would be weird, but we kinda sorta did this before. Now that we know how these things work,” he grabbed his tool through the thin fabric, “I say we should do it.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, “because that would be fucking cool with me.”

“Yeah, I’m serious. Why not? It’s not like neither of us ever saw a hard dick before, even if it was only in pictures.”

“OK, man, you got a deal.” I stood and let my jeans fall to my ankles, facing him in my overstretched Hanes. He stood again and faced me and we both pulled our underwear down at the same time. We definitely weren’t the same little boys who used to hang out here. We pointed our hard cocks at each other and took a good long look. Owen’s dick was well over eight inches and stuck out