Masturbating With Friend's Cum

I'm a bi male, and over a period of several years, I spent a lot of time with a particular straight male friend. On rare ocassions, we talked a little about masturbation. Mark admitted that he masturbated several times a day, and that he sometimes masturbated while driving. Whenever I asked him how he masturbated, he always refused to give me any details. A couple of times, when he was somewhat relaxed after having a few beers, I asked him to let me watch him masturbate, to which he replied, "Never, under any circumstances, would he let me watch him masturbate." He made it clear that that would never happen. There was some thing about this guy, which really fascinated me. Besides his admission of frequent masturbation, he was usually involved in a hot sexual relationship with one woman or another. He exuded a sexual aura.

To be honest, being around Mark was sexually exciting for me. He would tell me enough that I would know that he was involved in constant sexual activty, but he would never give me details. Because of our work, and activities, we often slept in the same house, or building, and we sometimes traveled together. We were (are) good, compatible, friends. Just being near him often gives me a hard-on.

I always wanted to know a little more about his sex-life. Well, I finally realized that if he was doing so much "shooting", and we were together so much, that he must be doing some of it within feet of me, literally. Well, that made me really horney. I figured that there must be evidence of his activities around, somewhere. After a investigation, I began to discover used, wadded, tissues, napkins, and papertowels, in the funniest locations. I was reluctant to be nosey, but I was so curious and horney that I furtively began to inspect these suspicious discarded items. I quickly discovered that they contained a dried substance like egg-white, and an occasional pubic hair. Finally, I realized that my friend was masturbating "everywhere" right under my nose.

I kept wondering how he did it, and when and where, and the unsolved sexual mystery made me J/O, more and more, especially, when I was around him. Soon, I found myself masturbating while talking on the phone with him. I often lubed up before dialing his number, and stroked gently, throughout the conversation, waiting until we hung up to blow my wad. One time, things got out of control, and I shot while I was talking to him. He noticed something was odd, and asked me what I was doing. I said, "Nothing, why?". With a somewhat amused, and suspicious tone, he asked me directly: "Are you masturbating?" I was sitting there, still breathing deeply, with come all over the place, and trying to wipe my sticky hands. I was truly shocked by his boldness, to directly ask such a question. It was so... so... sexual and intimate. I did not answer him but asked, jokingly: "What kind of a person do you think I am? (laughing)" We changed the subject, but I think he knew he was on to something.

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Not long after that, we got up early to take a drive over to his house, each driving in our separate cars. We stopped at the beginning of the 40 mile trip, to get pastries. They were served with napkins of a hard, dense, texture. As we drove along, over country roads, I had my fly open and was stroking my cock, leisurely, as I drove, using saliva, and the dried lubricant from my last jack-off. I wondered whether he was masturbating, too. When we got to his place, he suggested that we go "out" for breakfast, in his car. He grabbed some things from his car to take into the house. As he walked into the house, I opened the right door to get into his car, and the wadded napkin from the pastry shop fell onto the ground. When I picked it up, I realized it was sopping wet. When I opened it, I saw a pubic hair, and a big gob of very fresh cum, which had not yet soaked into the napkin. And, mmmm...., what a nice, masculine scent, it had.

He was just coming out of the house, when I dashed by him, going in, saying I had to use the bathroom. When I got there, I realized, thankfully that he had given me a lot of cum. A nice load. I put a little of it on my tongue, and tasted it. I was careful not to swallow it, but to savor it slowly. I excitedly dropped my pants, and my hard cock jumped free. Fortunately, I had not let myself "shoot" in the car. I rubbed Mark's cum on my hard cock and balls. The manly fragrance of it was just dizzying. I loved having my friend's secret stuff on my hard cock, and stroked it a little. I looked out of the bathroom window, from the second floor to see Mark waiting by the car. I took off my shirt, and rubbed the moist napkin under my arms, and then on my face. Mmmm... I pulled myself together, glad that I wasn't wearing underwear, which would soak up the cum. I dashed down to the car, feeling Mark's cum lubricating my cock, where it was against my thigh, and the sides of my ball-sack, against my thighs.

As I sat in the car, I realized I was reeking with Mark's cum. In a couple of minutes, we were seated opposite each other in the booth in the restaurant. I quickly found that if I moved my leg back-and-forth a little, my cum lubed cock would get the slipping motion it needed. My precum was adding to the juice.

As we sat there, eating breakfast, and talking, I worked my leg until gobs of my cum issued quietly from the end of my cock. I was looking him in the eyes, as he was taking with me. The orgasm was delightful and long lasting. As I came to my senses, I wasn't sure what I had done, while cumming. I had kind of drifted off into a daydream. I blushed, as I realized that I might have thrusted a little as I shot my load... I think I might have grunted or whimpered a little. I'm not sure. I didn't say anything for awhile, but let Mark talk. He never asked me about the episode, so, maybe he didn't notice anything unusual.

I realized, sitting in the car, when returning to his house, that there was a big wet spot clearly visible on my light- colored jeans, on my right thigh, at the end of my out-stretched cock. We worked together all day at the house. The cum-spot gradually dried, but my jets stayed well lubed with many spurts of cum, during that memorable day. Knowing Mark, he probably shot a few loads, too. I wish we had been doing it together.

Now, I have some questions for male readers.....

Have you ever j/o'ed with a straight friends semen?

Have you ever been aware of a straight friend's masturbation activities?

Have you ever talked with a straight friend about masturbation? Were they willing to discuss the details of their activities?

Have you ever masturbated while talking on the phone to a straight male friend?

Have you ever masturbated while you were very close, in location, to a straight male friend? Were they aware of it?

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