needed on such a hot day. We sat in the shade of a large tree to eat. Bryce had his back against the trunk of the oak and I was sitting against the pile of planks a few feet in front of him. We had finished the eating and were sipping on a second beer when Bryce pulled up his knees. I instantly noticed that one leg of his thin shorts had rode up giving me a glimpse of his package. Bryce must have noticed my stare because he reached down to adjust himself giving himself a scratch and a pull on his crotch causing his stuff to fall into full view. The transparent mesh liner was stretched over a softball sized ball sack with a thick 6-inch piece of meat resting above. I tried not to stare but I couldn’t help it. I got the feeling he was doing it on purpose. I glanced again and wondered how big he got when hard. I was horny and seeing Bryce’s manhood was getting a stir out of my dick so I decided to play his game.

My cargo shorts were too long to give him a look so I went with a different tactic. I slowly ran my hand over my still damp torso and scratched through my treasure trail. His eyes followed my hand as it moved over my body. Feeling encouraged I let my fingers slide under the waist of my shorts. His eyes were fixed on the movement in my shorts. He began to rub his package and lick his lips. The idea of messing around with one of my best friends was sounding better every minute but I would let him make the first move.

We sat in silence for a few minutes watching each other before he spoke.

“I guess you’re hornier than you thought.”

“Well I am used to getting some at least twice a week.”

His voice became a little lower, “Have you jacked off with another guy before?”

“Sure, a few times in college.”

His voice deepened further, “Sit next to me and let’s do it.”

I sat next to him and started rubbing the front of my shorts. He was still fondling his partly exposed sack. He looked over at me and asked me to take it out. I opened my shorts and pulled my already hard 7.5-inch dick from my jockey shorts. I doubt I was as long or as thick as Bryce but I was cut and had an unusually large mushroom head.

With a low tone he said, “Nice cock dude.”

“Thanks, but what about you? Let me see what you’ve got.”

He pushed his shorts down his thighs. Released from their prison his balls fell to the grass. His large low hanging bag held two almost lemon sized nuts. My eyes widened when I looked at his meat. It was rock hard, incredibly thick and 10 inches long. His sheath was so long only the tip of his head was visible. I’m sure there was awe in my voice.

“Damn dude that is a monster!”

We sat and watched each other stroke our cocks for a while. I’ve seen him naked and knew he was hung but I never noticed just how hung.

Finally he made a move.

“In college did you and your friends help each other out?”

“We always just watched each other. What about you?”

His voice cracked slightly, “Well when I was a teenager a buddy