Compersion

3 Jerking Off 101

I wanted to play stupid and ask he what he meant, but the effects of the beer and mood of the night left no room for coyness. Mark remained silent as I fished around for something to say. The silence was only broken by Mark opening the last two beers and again, offering me one. Nervously, I accepted the beer. I found myself gulping it down when I noticed Mark holding his beer can in one hand and using the other to rub the crotch of his jeans.

I had only ever seen my father's penis a few times in my life. There were a few momentary glimpses of him moving to or from the bathroom. Once, I saw a neighbor boy's penis when he ran out of his house screaming, "Bees!". Honestly, I never really thought about another male's penis until now. Yes, now there was a curiosity. I wanted to know what Mark's penis looked like.

"Mark, " I asked cautiously, "I mean, how… How would you teach me?"

"I guess," he replied, "We'd just pull out our dicks and I would show you what I do to mine and you would do the same to yours."

Well, at the moment, it made complete and logical sense. The idea seemed so good that I couldn't refuse. Without a word, I started nodding my head. Then I started to think about my upbringing and my wife, but the thoughts were cloudy and like a ray of sun shine in a darkened sky, I told him I was willing to give it a try.

Mark stood up and waved a hand to join him. I too stood up and could feel my stiffening penis get twisted in my jeans. He asked me if I was ready and began to unfasten the buttons on his black slacks. I was mesmerized for a moment before I reached down and unzipped my fly. The sound caused Mark to look over to my trembling hands fumbling with the button. Once it was unfastened, I looked over to Mark's face. He gawked at my opened jeans eagerly while his loose pants dropped to his ankles. I could see the outline of his folded down penis through his tight, white briefs. I began to slowly push my jeans downward, past my hips and to my thighs. My penis was causing my pale blue boxers to tent when it suddenly reared back and popped out of my fly hole.

"Nice one," Mark encouraged.

I shot back, "Really?"

"Yeah man. You're a little smaller than me, but from what I can see, that thing is thick as hell!"

"That's a good thing?"

Mark laughed, "Of course it is! If we could take your girth and my length, we'd have the perfect cock."

A feeling of pride washed over me and caused my hard prick to jut up and down. Mark let out a snicker and pulled his briefs down, exposing his large, hard penis. I'm not really sure why he said I was a "little smaller" than him. That thing had to be eight inches in length and had an unexpected curve which bent to the right and then shot upwards. Then I noticed that there was some clear liquid dripping from the tip of his prick.

"Is that semen, "I asked and pointed to his dickhead.

"That's precum," He replied. "You don't precum?"

"I don't think so," I answered.

We both looked down to my short, knobby cock. Mark reached over and ran his index finger across my piss slit causing my cock to extend to it's fullest length and then rubbed his finger and thumb together.

"Nope," he said, "I don't think you do. You're dry, buddy."

I nervously asked, "Is that bad?"

"No," he laughed. "Every guy is different."

I pulled down my boxers and pushed my hips forward in the poor attempts of making penis look larger than it actually was. Mark asked me to watch him and then to do what he did. I agreed and watched him take hold of that big dick by it's base and move his hand slowly upward, right below the head.

"When you're dry jerking- And we are," He said, "You wanna kinda hold your dick tight enough that you can make the skin move."

For the first time as an adult, I was about to touch my penis in a sexual way. This time, not for washing… Not for pissing… But purely for pleasure. I grabbed my cock in the palm of my hand. It was warm and quite hard. I gave a slow tug upwards and could feel each ridge on the sides of my prick. I mimicked Mark's actions and when he began to move his hand faster, I followed suit. Suddenly, my eyes began to grow heavy and my knees started to quake. Mark encouraged my action, but warned me to ease up a bit or I was going to orgasm too soon. Then I thought for a moment, "Isn't that what the point is?" My face must have given away my thoughts because Mark started to explain what edging is. He told me that we can learn to build up sexual stamina by edging and that it was also good for our health. Good for our health and it feels good? Excellent!

Mark continued stroking his veiny dong when he asked, "How long do you and your wife have sex?"

"Huh," I blurted out.

"Like, how long does your sex last?"

"I dunno… Maybe a couple minutes?"

"Dude," Marked laughed, "That's why your wife is jacking off and not happy. Start practicing edging everyday and before long, two minutes will turn into ten."

"But she is so miserable when we have sex. I try to make it fast as possible."

Mark laughed, "Oh man, you got it all wrong!"

He let go of his bent boner and reached down to pull up his pants.

"Take five for a moment," He said.

I reached down and hastily pulled up my boxers and jeans. I was a bit worried I had done something wrong and a feeling of embarrassment was coming over me. Mark motioned for me to sit next to him and I did so. He then asked me about oral sex. I wasn't completely ignorant. I knew what oral sex was, but my father told me that, like masturbation, oral sex was a sin. Furthermore, I couldn't imagine why anyone would want to do such a thing!

"We don't really do oral sex," I said. "I mean, we don' believe in it, you know?"

Mark sat back and said, "You never had a blow job?!"

I shook my head and the realized that I had been gone for near two hours. I stood up and started to button my jeans. Mark had a concerned look on his face and I explained,

"I lost track of the time, Mark. I really gotta get going."

I understand," he said with a note of disappointment in his voice.

"Look," I added, "Not sure if you would want to or not, but I would really like to continue talking with you about… Uh… This sort of stuff. I don't really have anyone else."

As if my words were holy gospel, Mark's face beamed and he nodded.