I met Dave during my senior year of high school. We started talking one day at lunch and soon became friends. When I told Dave that I was restoring a fifty-five Chevy, he offered to help me. We spent most of our free time in my garage working on the car.
My grandfather gave me the car when I turned sixteen. The body was in great shape, but the engine needed rebuilding. My dad let me use our two and a half car garage as my workshop. I worked part time and spent most of my money on the car.
Dave and I spent many hours working on the car and becoming best friends. We talked for hours, getting to know one another. Dave told me he and his family moved from Texas because his father found a better job. During our last year of high school, he let his hair grow. He told me that they frowned on long hair on guys in his old home town.
Over the remainder of the school year, Dave and I pulled and rebuilt the engine. There were times we couldn't do much because I didn't have the money for parts or the machine shop. After graduating from high school my part time job turned to full time. Soon, I had the money to finish the engine and get the remaining parts I needed to finish the car.
"Well, I guess we're ready," I said as Dave and I stood near the car drinking a beer.
"Yup, we're close." Dave bumped his shoulder against mine. We were the same height and our shoulders met.
Dave came over on Saturday morning to help me reinstall the rebuilt engine in the Chevy. We worked all day, getting the engine remounted and everything connected. There was a lot left to do, but we decided to take a break and get something to eat.
In the house, Dave and I sat at the table eating pizza and drinking cold beer. My parents and my sister Lynn were out of town visiting my grandparents in Georgia. After eating, we went to the back porch to have a smoke. Dave rolled a couple joints and we enjoyed getting buzzed.
"That's some good weed," I said. "Where did you score it?"
"This guy at work sold it to me. He said he can get it anytime I want it," Dave replied. "Want another beer?"
I nodded and Dave took two bottles of beer from the cooler. We popped the caps and drank from the brown longneck bottles. Dave and I began talking about some of the girls at school. I told him I didn't have time for girls, but the truth was that I never asked a girl out.
"Want to see something hot?" Dave said.
Dave got up, went to the garage, and returned with a paper bag. He sat next to me on the couch and pulled a magazine from the bag.
"Check this out. I found these in a trash can the other day," Dave said. He opened two more beers, giving me one.
Dave opened the magazine and I saw pictures of a naked woman. He began flipping the pages while we looked at the pictures. I'd seen magazines like it before and while I found the photos exciting, Dave's magazine wasn't much different from the ones I'd seen. I did notice that the writing was a foreign language, but I wasn't interested in reading.
Flipping the page, Dave said, "Check this out."
I stared at the pictures of a woman sucking a man's cock. As Dave flipped the pages, I saw men and women engaged in various sexual acts.
"Holly shit! I've never seen anything like this before," I said. All of the magazines I'd seen, as well as the ones I hid in my room, only showed naked women.
"I know, neither have I. These pictures turn me on," Dave said.
Nodding, I adjusted my hard on in my pants. Dave caught me and chuckled. He reached into his jeans and did the same thing. We chuckled and went back to looking at the pictures.
"Have you ever done that with a girl?" I said as I pointed to a picture of a woman sucking a cock.
"Neither have I."
Dave nodded and turned the page. "Have you dated much?" Dave said.
Shaking my head, I said, "No. I went to a party with a girl once, but it wasn't a date. Have you?"
"I never had a girlfriend."
Dave didn't answer me. He just shrugged his shoulders and turned the page. We stopped looking at the magazine long enough for Dave to roll another joint while I opened two beers. We smoked the joint and then returned to the pictures. As we looked at page after page of men and women having sex, Dave started rubbing himself.
"Damn, this cranks me up," Dave said.
"No kidding," I replied. "I'm as hard as hell."
Chuckling, Dave said, "We could jack off if you want to."
"What, in front of each other?" I said.
"Sure, why not? It isn't like we don't do it. Well, I know I do it."
Laughing, I said, "Yeah, me too. I've never done it in front of anyone though. Have you?"
"Yeah, my cousin and I used to jack off together. He lived in the same neighborhood as I used to."
I wasn't sure I wanted to play with my cock in front of Dave or anyone else. The pictures excited me and the beer and pot clouding my thinking. I was about to tell Dave that I didn't want to do it, but he stood up, opened his pants, and pulled his cock out. I tried not to watch him and looked at the pictures. Dave didn't seem the least bit shy about jacking off in front of me though.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good," Dave said as he slowly stroked his cock. "How can you stand just sitting there?"
My cock throbbed. I rubbed myself through my pants, but it wasn't what I wanted or needed. Finally, I opened my jeans and pulled my cock out so I could jack off too. Dave smiled and turned the pages of the magazine as we masturbated in front of each other. It didn't take long before I came, shooting semen onto the floor. Dave let out a groan and he came too.
"That's better, isn't it?" Dave said as he sat back and slowly fondled his semi hard cock.
I chuckled and said, "It's weird, but it was good." I didn't stop playing with my cock either. "How often did you and your cousin jack off in front of each other?"
"Whenever we could," Dave replied with a chuckle.
Dave stood up. I thought he was going to fix his jeans, but he removed them. He got us another beer and sat on the couch. I took the beer and sat there with my jeans down around my thighs. He rolled another joint and we smoked it.
"What to see another magazine?" Dave said.
I nodded and Dave took another magazine from the bag. He scooted closer to me, placing the magazine on our legs. My jeans were in the way so I pushed them lower and finally off. Sitting in our underwear, Dave and I began looking at the new magazine.
"What the fuck!" I said. Beside pictures of women having sex with each other, the magazine showed men having sex with each other.
"This one is about bisexual people. It has pictures of women and women, men and men, and men and women going at it."
Dave and I looked at the pictures. I realized that the pictures of two men excited me the same as pictures of men and women or women with another woman. He turned the page and I saw a picture of a man with another man's cock in his mouth.
Reaching under the magazine, Dave wrapped his hand around my cock and started stroking me. I felt like I should remove his hand, but I didn't. Leaning back, I enjoyed the feeling of someone else playing with my cock. Dave looked at me and smiled.
"Are you a homo or something?" I said to Dave.
"I don't know, Greg. I like looking at girls, but I've never done anything with one."
"You've done this before, haven't you?"
Dave grinned. "Yeah."
"With your cousin?"
Dave continued stroking my cock as he nodded. "We started doing it to each other when we looked at magazines." He chuckled and said, "Before long, we didn't need the magazines anymore."
"Um, do you want me to do you too?" My mind reeled as I realized what I said. I never thought about doing anything with another guy before, but the combination of the pot, beer, and Dave's gentle stroking affected me. Before he could answer, I moved the magazine and touched his cock.
I looked down, watching my hand moving up and down Dave's rigid cock. He let out a soft moan and stopped jacking me off. Dave held my cock firmly, gently moving his thumb against the shaft. I varied the pressure on his cock as I moved my hand up and down. A few moments later, Dave began stroking me again. We timed our motions, moving our hands up and down as we watched each other.
"This feels great, doesn't it?" Dave said.
Nodding, I tried to decide if I liked him stroking me, or me stroking him better. While I'd jacked off many times, the feeling of his cock in my hand was so much different from touching myself. Dave's cock felt hot and hard in my hand. Feeling the need to explore, I moved my hand to his balls and massaged them. He shifted on the couch, spreading his legs. Dave started fondling my balls too.
Dave and I continued our play. We jacked each other off, making one another ejaculate. After resting for a few minutes, we moved apart and put our jeans on.
"Do you think we'll be able to get the engine running tomorrow?" Dave said.
I felt surprised by his question. I thought we'd talk about what we did together, but Dave acted as if everything was normal.
"Um, yeah, I think so. We have to tighten all the engine mounts, finish connecting the wiring and put oil in the crankcase. Other than that, I think we're ready."
"Cool. I'll see you tomorrow. What time do you want me to come over?" Dave said.
"I don't know. Is eight too early?"
"No, eight isn't too early. We can get most of the work finished before it gets too hot. What time are your parents and sister coming home?"
"They won't be home for another week. They're up in Georgia visiting my grandparents."
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