Back when you could still hook up with people on Craigslist, a group of about six men formed for Thursday evening circle jerks. Most of us were married but we just enjoyed getting together with guys from time to time. In my case, I just love handjobs, and I don’t mind who’s giving them, male or female, as long as they do it well. My wife doesn’t do it well. I believe she just doesn’t understand how it feels to me. A man, on the other hand, knows exactly what I’m feeling. Maybe with the other guys, it’s the same thing. I think one or two of the others may be more gay than I am, but I don’t care, as long as they give handjobs. Oh, and I really like giving handjobs as well. To feel a guy get fully hard while you’re working his dick, and know you’re the cause of it, to feel the pulsing as he shoots his load, maybe to even experiment a bit with edging, testicle massage, whatever he wants, well that’s just great!
Our group continued even after Craigslist hookups went away. Occasionally someone would drop out, and one of the guys would invite someone new. It was always about six to eight guys, and always quite informal. I did get a kick out of seeing new guys show up. They all became friends, at least on Thursday nights.
For at least a year, I’ve been wanting to invite Phil, who sits at the desk next to mine. He seems like a really nice guy, and is pretty good looking, too, with short curly hair, a beard to match, and a tall, slim build. But there was no way I could broach the subject. The only things Phil and I talked about besides work, was our children and our wives. How do you say to a guy like that, “Hey, wanna come jerk off with a bunch of guys?” That could freeze the work environment something terrible if he was not onboard with such a notion. In fact, I took him for quite religious, and in my limited experience those guys don’t ever do anything out of the ordinary.
So imagine how surprised I was when I arrived last Thursday, and already there, naked as the day he was born, and with much more of an erection than the day he was born, was Phil! For a moment, I felt a pang of fright. Now he knew that I went to a circle jerk. That was quickly replaced with the logical realization that not only was he here, but he was evidently ‘one of us.’
I was delighted! Absolutely delighted! But that only lasted for a moment. My next feeling as I started to unbutton my shirt was that Phil was going to see me naked. I really should lose 20 pounds. Fortunately, that was a fleeting thought also, as I was already in the presence of three naked men, two men who were about to become naked, and one or two yet to arrive who all accepted me just fine as I was.
As the evening progressed, Phil seemed as interested in me as I was in him. It is the nature of our group to circulate a bit, to give several guys attention, and get attention from several guys, but I’d say 70% of the time, it was Phil and I.
He came a little too soon in my opinion. I was doing a technique that I quite enjoy on Phil. I was pulling and holding his frenulum, the bit of skin right below the head of his dick. Just lifting up his penis and letting it hang by his frenulum. If you’ve never had it done, this simple little thing can build into a very orgasmic feeling. As soon as he started squirting, I switched into stroking his dick with big, long full-fist strokes so he could have a most satisfying orgasm. When he was done contracting, I let go, figuring it was all over.
But, he was good for more right away. Like some women.
“Keep going,” he said in a frantic half-whisper.
So I did. He stayed hard, and in a minute he came again. I don’t know if double orgasms is typical for him or not, but I intend to find out.