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My name's Jacob. Everyone in this story is 18.
One random weeknight, I received a text from Jay. I was honestly surprised he still had my number since, again, we really hadn't hung out with each other since middle school prior to the party at Fritz's.
"Hey this is random, but would you want to hang out with Jonathan and I this weekend?" the text read.
Why did they suddenly want to hang out with me? Was it because I had sucked Jay's dick and he thought it was going to happen again? Had he told Jonathan about it and did he have similar expectations? I hoped not, but also didn't really mind if Jonathan knew. After all, he was the only out gay person at our high school, so it wasn't like he was going to judge me for it.
Even more so than Jay, though, I really had not spoken to Jonathan in a long time. Though always cool with each other, our period as "best friends" ended after kindergarten, simply just by us playing with other kids on the playground. Still, there was that unspoken bond that first best friends share, one where I always still felt like I knew him well even though I likely knew nothing about him.
"Sure!", I replied, not having any real plans with Dom or Holden (and Brad was busy with Caroline every weekend, so I was lucky if I caught him in the hallways at school, at this point in time). "My family's going to be out of the house on Saturday, so we can hang at mine if you want?"
"Sounds good, man!"
We decided on 4:00 PM and that was that.
Saturday came and I -- having been up until 3:00AM playing games with Dom the night prior -- decided to sleep in and postpone my run until later in the day.
A little after 2:00PM, I returned home from my run to find Jonathan standing on my front porch, looking confused.
"Hey," I said, somewhat starling him as I ran up the driveway. "I thought y'all weren't coming by until 4?"
"Huh?" he questioned genuinely as he looked down at his phone. "Oh, shit, man! I thought Jay had told me 2. My bad. I'll get out of your hair."
"Nah, no need," I replied, pulling the house key out of the tiny pocket in my running shorts and opening the door for him. "Come on in."
I guided him up to my bedroom like he had never been there before, but I had lived in that house all my life and chances are he remembered where it was. Once inside, I grabbed a towel that was hanging on the corner of my closet door and threw it onto the bed. "I need to hop in the shower," I said, pulling my t-shirt off over my head and throwing it the hamper. "You good to hang out in here?"
"Yeah, for sure," he replied now sitting on my bed next to the towel, seemingly studying my bedroom.
I then pulled my shorts off and threw them in the hamper as well, followed by the long white socks I had been wearing. I had grown confident being naked around guys thanks to Dom and Holden, but it was in this moment that I realized Jonathan might not have seen my dick at the party. When I had seen and acknowledged him, I was sitting on a couch facing the opposite direction, meaning he'd likely only seen me from the shoulders up. I had seen what he was packing and he'd looked well-endowed enough. What would he think if he saw my dick now? That it hadn't grown? The thought was embarrassing and humorous to me at the same time.
He began to have a similar train of thought, I suppose, as he recognized my near-nakedness and kind of blurted out, "Oh, do you want me to turn around or leave or something?"
Nope. He definitely hadn't seen me naked at the party. I hesitated and then thought, fuck it. I simply pulled my briefs down with both hands and tossed them in the hamper. "A little late for that."
He didn't bother to conceal his looking down at my dick or the slightly humored smirk that the sight apparently warranted. I wasn't offended by this, as he was likely taking a cue from my own boldness. "Looking good, Jake. You know most guys at our school are afraid to be around me fully clothed at this point." The sentiment was truthful and sad, but he said it in a somewhat playful tone.
"Well, clearly I don't mind," I replied with a smile, trying to match his playfulness. This felt like such an out-of-the-blue interaction to be having and yet so comfortable all at the same time.
He laughed at this and said, "Well, I'll have to come over more often in that case." I smiled even more at this and then, when I tried to grab the towel, he snatched it away from me. He really was bold.
"Oh, Bolu Escort (http://www.escortbolu.com) come on!" Without much hesitation, I lunged forward and the two of us began to wrestle on my bed. I doubt more than thirty seconds of roughhousing had ensured before my dick had fully sprang to life. We both paused as he looked down at my now erect penis.
"Awww, it's so cute," he said in a condescending tone.
"Oh, shut up," I replied, still smiling as I pushed him off of me and snatching the towel out of his hand. "Be back in a few," I announced as I left the room, not bothering to cover myself with the towel in any capacity.
It was only once I entered the bathroom that I questioned what the fuck had just happened. Why had he been so forward with me? And why had I played along? Glancing down at my still-throbbing erection, I knew I had clearly enjoyed it. I just did not fully recognize this newfound confidence that had appeared over the past weeks. Whatever. I decided to just shrug it off and chalk it up to the fact that I hadn't jerked off yet that day. I hadn't always been confident, but I had always been overly horny.
After showering, I returned to my bedroom and redressed in a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts while Jonathan unabashedly looked on. "Can I ask you for a favor?" he said, breaking the silence.
"Sure," I replied, genuinely curious as to what kind of a favor I could possibly do for him.
"So I'm in Art II, right? And, right now, we're working on a portfolio of portraits for our final exam. Lately, I've been interested in the idea of doing a nude portrait of someone and... I don't know, I know we don't really know each other all that well, but seeing as how comfortable you are being naked, I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask?"
I was immediately torn. I didn't want people knowing I posed for a nude portrait, much less for people to see one of me. At the same time, the thought of posing naked for Jonathan did seem a little exciting for me.
"Uh, who all would see it?" I asked.
"Oh, just me and possibly my teacher if I decided to use it for the final portfolio. But that would be all!"
"Oh...okay, sure." I agreed without much thought. I had gotten used to doing that this semester.
"Okay, cool. Want to come over to my house tomorrow for it?" His house was literally a street over from my own.
"Yeah, sounds good."
"Sick. Thanks, man! You're a real one."
We spent the next hour and change catching up, and it felt nice. Even though we obviously didn't have the same interests and personalities as when we were five, it felt like talking with an old friend. Soon Jay arrived.
With Jay there, we spent the evening watching TV in the living room and laughing about random shit, pausing the show to order and devour some pizza midway through the evening. At about 8:00 PM, Jonathan said he had to bail (apparently, some recent antics of his had garnered a newly established curfew; the antics in question I did not inquire about).
Now, Jay and I were alone and I was still pretty horny from what had happened earlier with Jonathan, not to mention anticipating that I was going to be posing naked for him tomorrow. Jay still had not mentioned a single time that I had sucked his dick and, now that we were alone, I wondered if he would (and the horny side of me weirdly wanted him to).
"I'm probably going to head out soon too," he said as we made our way into the kitchen to put our dirty plates in the sink. Damn. But what he said next truly surprised me: "I'm honestly super horny and just need to rub one out."
I turned around to meet his gaze as we both chuckled. This felt like his acknowledgment of our newfound bond, and I decided, in that moment, that I was cool with it. "Same here, man." Now what came out of MY OWN mouth next surprised me. "If you want, we can go watch some porn and jerk off in my room?"
Without giving it another second, he said, "Aight, let's do it."
We headed upstairs and, as we entered my room, he immediately began stripping down. I just followed his lead. Once we were both completely naked (and, it goes without saying, fully hard), we sat next to each other on my bed and I grabbed my laptop intent on looking for porn for the two of us to watch. We browsed for about five minutes before deciding on a somewhat long video. I hit fullscreen, pushed the laptop back and we both stretched out, just now beginning to play with our boners.
After Bolu Escort Bayan (http://www.escortbolu.com) about a minute, Jay's eyes darted from his dick to mine and then back to his. "We really do have the exact same dick, it's crazy."
I laughed. "I know!" Another thirty seconds or so of silence aside from the porn and the sound of spit gliding up and down on our wieners. "You ever jerked off with a guy before?"
"Yeah, just Jonathan. We've played around a few times before."
"Oh yeah? Are you gay?" The question just slipped out of me, but seeing as how he was watching me rub the precum on the tip of my dick with my thumb at the time, it didn't feel like we were keeping too much from one another at this point.
"No, no. Jonathan obviously is, but I don't know what I am."
"Same, I guess. I think I'm just too horny to really care." This wasn't entirely true, but wasn't entirely false, either. Again, this all felt new and wild to me.
"Yeah, I kind of got that vibe when you had my dick in your mouth," he said with a laugh.
"Well, I had lost a bet, to be fair! It's not like I WANTED to suck your dick. Besides, I forgot to tell you, Holden didn't even get a blowjob. Just a naked makeout sesh apparently."
At this, Jay stopped stroking and burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh, man! I'm sorry, I really did think--" He couldn't even finish his sentence, he was laughing too hard.
I laughed along, too. "Well, you fucking owe me one." With that, he spit on his right hand and reached for my dick, clasping it tightly.
"Here," he said as he began stroking it up and down quickly, faster than I usually go. "How's this?"
I did not respond, but instead rapidly did the same, grabbing his wiener and stroking it alongside mine.
We continued this for a few minutes before I eventually broke the silence by saying, "This feels like jerking my own cock." With that, his body spasmed as he shot rope after rope onto his stomach and chest. In this moment, his grip tightened around my dick, keeping it as hard as it had ever been. After a moment of breath, he regained his focus and devoted all of it to my cock, pumping up and down until eventually my knees bent upwards and my toes curled as I similarly shot my load onto myself.
We both laid there for a moment breathing heavy and, for some reason, kind of laughing. After this, he dressed and I walked him out, still naked with my cock deflating. In these final minutes of our hang out, we made conversation like nothing had happened, like two friends who had just hung out for an afternoon watching a movie. I closed the door behind him and darted upstairs. My family was home less than twenty minutes later.
The next day, I woke up excited for my day with Jonathan, being only more emboldened by my experience with Jay the night prior.
I arrived at his house around 1:00 PM. After a brief chat with his mom in the kitchen area, we headed to his bedroom. Once inside, he asked, "What'd you and Jay get up to after I left?"
Knowing him and Jay were close and had done things together themselves, I figured it didn't matter if I shared honestly. "We actually jerked off together."
Jonathan looked a little shocked, but quickly regained his composure. "Wow, you know I always thought of you as shy, but you really are down for whatever, huh?"
"Guess so," I said, a little embarrassed. What the fuck was I doing? "He said y'all have done stuff like that before?"
"Yeah, for sure," he said nonchalantly. "I think more guys should be open to hanging out with gay guys. We're always around for a helping hand." With that, he gave me a wink and it was in that moment I realized that, despite having dark hair like me, he had really bright blue eyes.
"So, you ready to get started?" He was now seated on his bed with his sketchbook in his lap, looking away from me as he searched through a tin trying to find the exact pencil he wanted to use.
"Sure. How would you like me to pose?"
"Whatever's comfortable for you."
"Alright." I began to strip and, before I knew it, I was standing completely naked in front of a fully clothed Jonathan for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. I posed with my hands gesturing towards my groin and making a shocked face looking down at my wang as a joke (garnering a brief but hearty laugh from Jonathan) before deciding to just stand naturally with my arms at my side. He eyed me for a second and then began sketching away.
I Escort Bolu (http://www.escortbolu.com) have no clue how much time passed. It could have been thirty minutes. It could have been two hours. I spent most of the time trying to place my mind elsewhere in order to avoid an accidental boner (more so for the sake of his sketch than for my own dignity; he'd already seen it hard, at this point). It was difficult to avoid getting one, nonetheless, as my former childhood best friend now sat there, studying my package and interpreting it on the page. After how ever long this went on for, he put his pencil and pad down on his bedside table before reaching for his phone and saying, "Alright, I think that's good for today. Would you mind if I took a picture of you, just for reference to finish the piece?"
I was a little shocked by this request. A sketch was one thing, but was I going to allow him to have a picture of me completely naked? I was comfortable with Holden and Dom having that distorted video of my dick, but this felt a little different. I think he sensed this sudden internal panic and reassured me by saying, "I promise, once I'm done with the portrait, I will delete it."
"I mean, you've already seen me naked, so I really don't care if you have it" I said, trying to reintroduce some levity into the conversation. "Just don't share it?"
"Oh God, I swear I would never do that." He sounded sincere, so I returned to my pose and he snapped a few pictures of me.
"You're gonna jerk off to these pictures later, aren't you?" I said with a wink.
He replied somewhat earnestly, "Is that you giving me permission?"
"Be my guest."
"Well, then yeah, I probably will." We chuckled, but the thought of him masturbating to pictures of my naked body caused my dick to grow a bit. He noticed this after a few seconds. "Seems like you'll be jerking off to the idea of me jerking off to the pictures."
I likely blushed a little and (knowing that I likely would end up doing just that) decided to change the subject. "Can I see what you have so far?"
"Sure." He opened up his sketchbook and showed it to me as I sat down next to him on his bed, not bothering to redress or cover my now-growing weenie in any capacity.
The drawing was certainly not done, but the bones of it were there. The face looked almost identical to my own. My slim frame was captured well, if not yet shaded properly. He even got my rather unruly leg hair down. He was a truly talented artist. Unfortunately, as a result, my cock was also well represented in this drawing, looking disproportionately small to the rest of the character drawn. Seemingly asking for a jab, I jokingly said, "I was hoping you'd make me look a little more well-endowed. Maybe something closer to yours?"
He looked down at my dick, which was now more than semi-erect but not standing at full attention. "Well, next time, I'll have to draw you hard, then." I laughed at this and we sat quietly for a beat before he said, "You know, I really never thought I would have you sitting buck-naked on my bed."
Before I could say my intended comeback (a rather daring one about my butthole touching his bedding), he got a notification on his phone. He looked at for less than a second before standing up quickly and saying, "Oh shit, Jay's here. Be right back."
"Wait, Jay's coming over?" I don't know why I sounded bothered. Jay had brought me to orgasm just the night before, but I was just a bit surprised.
"Yeah, he asked what I was up to, so I invited him over. I figured you wouldn't mind." Another wink followed this statement before he dashed out to get the front door.
I stood up to get dressed hurriedly before questioning the decision. Why bother? Before I could give it too much thought, Jonathan and Jay came in.
Jay smiled at the sight of me standing before him, my dick now deflating a bit. "I'm trying to remember the last time I saw you with clothes on."
"You're one to talk, I quipped back." He laughed at this and the three of us chatted for a good while, and Jonathan even showed Jay the portrait (with my permission).
I honestly had forgotten that I was naked until Jonathan eventually said, "Jacob, I think you can put your clothes back on." I blushed as I stood up and got dressed. Fortunately or unfortunately, I was clothed for the remainder of our platonic hangout.
When I was about to leave shortly after Jay had, Jonathan asked if I wanted to come back later in the week for another modeling session. "I have the pictures if not, so no worries."
"I'm down. You've got to sketch me hard, remember?"
He laughed. "I don't think I can turn that in for my final, but I'll see what I can do."
"Sounds like a plan."
One random weeknight, I received a text from Jay. I was honestly surprised he still had my number since, again, we really hadn't hung out with each other since middle school prior to the party at Fritz's.
"Hey this is random, but would you want to hang out with Jonathan and I this weekend?" the text read.
Why did they suddenly want to hang out with me? Was it because I had sucked Jay's dick and he thought it was going to happen again? Had he told Jonathan about it and did he have similar expectations? I hoped not, but also didn't really mind if Jonathan knew. After all, he was the only out gay person at our high school, so it wasn't like he was going to judge me for it.
Even more so than Jay, though, I really had not spoken to Jonathan in a long time. Though always cool with each other, our period as "best friends" ended after kindergarten, simply just by us playing with other kids on the playground. Still, there was that unspoken bond that first best friends share, one where I always still felt like I knew him well even though I likely knew nothing about him.
"Sure!", I replied, not having any real plans with Dom or Holden (and Brad was busy with Caroline every weekend, so I was lucky if I caught him in the hallways at school, at this point in time). "My family's going to be out of the house on Saturday, so we can hang at mine if you want?"
"Sounds good, man!"
We decided on 4:00 PM and that was that.
Saturday came and I -- having been up until 3:00AM playing games with Dom the night prior -- decided to sleep in and postpone my run until later in the day.
A little after 2:00PM, I returned home from my run to find Jonathan standing on my front porch, looking confused.
"Hey," I said, somewhat starling him as I ran up the driveway. "I thought y'all weren't coming by until 4?"
"Huh?" he questioned genuinely as he looked down at his phone. "Oh, shit, man! I thought Jay had told me 2. My bad. I'll get out of your hair."
"Nah, no need," I replied, pulling the house key out of the tiny pocket in my running shorts and opening the door for him. "Come on in."
I guided him up to my bedroom like he had never been there before, but I had lived in that house all my life and chances are he remembered where it was. Once inside, I grabbed a towel that was hanging on the corner of my closet door and threw it onto the bed. "I need to hop in the shower," I said, pulling my t-shirt off over my head and throwing it the hamper. "You good to hang out in here?"
"Yeah, for sure," he replied now sitting on my bed next to the towel, seemingly studying my bedroom.
I then pulled my shorts off and threw them in the hamper as well, followed by the long white socks I had been wearing. I had grown confident being naked around guys thanks to Dom and Holden, but it was in this moment that I realized Jonathan might not have seen my dick at the party. When I had seen and acknowledged him, I was sitting on a couch facing the opposite direction, meaning he'd likely only seen me from the shoulders up. I had seen what he was packing and he'd looked well-endowed enough. What would he think if he saw my dick now? That it hadn't grown? The thought was embarrassing and humorous to me at the same time.
He began to have a similar train of thought, I suppose, as he recognized my near-nakedness and kind of blurted out, "Oh, do you want me to turn around or leave or something?"
Nope. He definitely hadn't seen me naked at the party. I hesitated and then thought, fuck it. I simply pulled my briefs down with both hands and tossed them in the hamper. "A little late for that."
He didn't bother to conceal his looking down at my dick or the slightly humored smirk that the sight apparently warranted. I wasn't offended by this, as he was likely taking a cue from my own boldness. "Looking good, Jake. You know most guys at our school are afraid to be around me fully clothed at this point." The sentiment was truthful and sad, but he said it in a somewhat playful tone.
"Well, clearly I don't mind," I replied with a smile, trying to match his playfulness. This felt like such an out-of-the-blue interaction to be having and yet so comfortable all at the same time.
He laughed at this and said, "Well, I'll have to come over more often in that case." I smiled even more at this and then, when I tried to grab the towel, he snatched it away from me. He really was bold.
"Oh, Bolu Escort (http://www.escortbolu.com) come on!" Without much hesitation, I lunged forward and the two of us began to wrestle on my bed. I doubt more than thirty seconds of roughhousing had ensured before my dick had fully sprang to life. We both paused as he looked down at my now erect penis.
"Awww, it's so cute," he said in a condescending tone.
"Oh, shut up," I replied, still smiling as I pushed him off of me and snatching the towel out of his hand. "Be back in a few," I announced as I left the room, not bothering to cover myself with the towel in any capacity.
It was only once I entered the bathroom that I questioned what the fuck had just happened. Why had he been so forward with me? And why had I played along? Glancing down at my still-throbbing erection, I knew I had clearly enjoyed it. I just did not fully recognize this newfound confidence that had appeared over the past weeks. Whatever. I decided to just shrug it off and chalk it up to the fact that I hadn't jerked off yet that day. I hadn't always been confident, but I had always been overly horny.
After showering, I returned to my bedroom and redressed in a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts while Jonathan unabashedly looked on. "Can I ask you for a favor?" he said, breaking the silence.
"Sure," I replied, genuinely curious as to what kind of a favor I could possibly do for him.
"So I'm in Art II, right? And, right now, we're working on a portfolio of portraits for our final exam. Lately, I've been interested in the idea of doing a nude portrait of someone and... I don't know, I know we don't really know each other all that well, but seeing as how comfortable you are being naked, I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask?"
I was immediately torn. I didn't want people knowing I posed for a nude portrait, much less for people to see one of me. At the same time, the thought of posing naked for Jonathan did seem a little exciting for me.
"Uh, who all would see it?" I asked.
"Oh, just me and possibly my teacher if I decided to use it for the final portfolio. But that would be all!"
"Oh...okay, sure." I agreed without much thought. I had gotten used to doing that this semester.
"Okay, cool. Want to come over to my house tomorrow for it?" His house was literally a street over from my own.
"Yeah, sounds good."
"Sick. Thanks, man! You're a real one."
We spent the next hour and change catching up, and it felt nice. Even though we obviously didn't have the same interests and personalities as when we were five, it felt like talking with an old friend. Soon Jay arrived.
With Jay there, we spent the evening watching TV in the living room and laughing about random shit, pausing the show to order and devour some pizza midway through the evening. At about 8:00 PM, Jonathan said he had to bail (apparently, some recent antics of his had garnered a newly established curfew; the antics in question I did not inquire about).
Now, Jay and I were alone and I was still pretty horny from what had happened earlier with Jonathan, not to mention anticipating that I was going to be posing naked for him tomorrow. Jay still had not mentioned a single time that I had sucked his dick and, now that we were alone, I wondered if he would (and the horny side of me weirdly wanted him to).
"I'm probably going to head out soon too," he said as we made our way into the kitchen to put our dirty plates in the sink. Damn. But what he said next truly surprised me: "I'm honestly super horny and just need to rub one out."
I turned around to meet his gaze as we both chuckled. This felt like his acknowledgment of our newfound bond, and I decided, in that moment, that I was cool with it. "Same here, man." Now what came out of MY OWN mouth next surprised me. "If you want, we can go watch some porn and jerk off in my room?"
Without giving it another second, he said, "Aight, let's do it."
We headed upstairs and, as we entered my room, he immediately began stripping down. I just followed his lead. Once we were both completely naked (and, it goes without saying, fully hard), we sat next to each other on my bed and I grabbed my laptop intent on looking for porn for the two of us to watch. We browsed for about five minutes before deciding on a somewhat long video. I hit fullscreen, pushed the laptop back and we both stretched out, just now beginning to play with our boners.
After Bolu Escort Bayan (http://www.escortbolu.com) about a minute, Jay's eyes darted from his dick to mine and then back to his. "We really do have the exact same dick, it's crazy."
I laughed. "I know!" Another thirty seconds or so of silence aside from the porn and the sound of spit gliding up and down on our wieners. "You ever jerked off with a guy before?"
"Yeah, just Jonathan. We've played around a few times before."
"Oh yeah? Are you gay?" The question just slipped out of me, but seeing as how he was watching me rub the precum on the tip of my dick with my thumb at the time, it didn't feel like we were keeping too much from one another at this point.
"No, no. Jonathan obviously is, but I don't know what I am."
"Same, I guess. I think I'm just too horny to really care." This wasn't entirely true, but wasn't entirely false, either. Again, this all felt new and wild to me.
"Yeah, I kind of got that vibe when you had my dick in your mouth," he said with a laugh.
"Well, I had lost a bet, to be fair! It's not like I WANTED to suck your dick. Besides, I forgot to tell you, Holden didn't even get a blowjob. Just a naked makeout sesh apparently."
At this, Jay stopped stroking and burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh, man! I'm sorry, I really did think--" He couldn't even finish his sentence, he was laughing too hard.
I laughed along, too. "Well, you fucking owe me one." With that, he spit on his right hand and reached for my dick, clasping it tightly.
"Here," he said as he began stroking it up and down quickly, faster than I usually go. "How's this?"
I did not respond, but instead rapidly did the same, grabbing his wiener and stroking it alongside mine.
We continued this for a few minutes before I eventually broke the silence by saying, "This feels like jerking my own cock." With that, his body spasmed as he shot rope after rope onto his stomach and chest. In this moment, his grip tightened around my dick, keeping it as hard as it had ever been. After a moment of breath, he regained his focus and devoted all of it to my cock, pumping up and down until eventually my knees bent upwards and my toes curled as I similarly shot my load onto myself.
We both laid there for a moment breathing heavy and, for some reason, kind of laughing. After this, he dressed and I walked him out, still naked with my cock deflating. In these final minutes of our hang out, we made conversation like nothing had happened, like two friends who had just hung out for an afternoon watching a movie. I closed the door behind him and darted upstairs. My family was home less than twenty minutes later.
The next day, I woke up excited for my day with Jonathan, being only more emboldened by my experience with Jay the night prior.
I arrived at his house around 1:00 PM. After a brief chat with his mom in the kitchen area, we headed to his bedroom. Once inside, he asked, "What'd you and Jay get up to after I left?"
Knowing him and Jay were close and had done things together themselves, I figured it didn't matter if I shared honestly. "We actually jerked off together."
Jonathan looked a little shocked, but quickly regained his composure. "Wow, you know I always thought of you as shy, but you really are down for whatever, huh?"
"Guess so," I said, a little embarrassed. What the fuck was I doing? "He said y'all have done stuff like that before?"
"Yeah, for sure," he said nonchalantly. "I think more guys should be open to hanging out with gay guys. We're always around for a helping hand." With that, he gave me a wink and it was in that moment I realized that, despite having dark hair like me, he had really bright blue eyes.
"So, you ready to get started?" He was now seated on his bed with his sketchbook in his lap, looking away from me as he searched through a tin trying to find the exact pencil he wanted to use.
"Sure. How would you like me to pose?"
"Whatever's comfortable for you."
"Alright." I began to strip and, before I knew it, I was standing completely naked in front of a fully clothed Jonathan for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. I posed with my hands gesturing towards my groin and making a shocked face looking down at my wang as a joke (garnering a brief but hearty laugh from Jonathan) before deciding to just stand naturally with my arms at my side. He eyed me for a second and then began sketching away.
I Escort Bolu (http://www.escortbolu.com) have no clue how much time passed. It could have been thirty minutes. It could have been two hours. I spent most of the time trying to place my mind elsewhere in order to avoid an accidental boner (more so for the sake of his sketch than for my own dignity; he'd already seen it hard, at this point). It was difficult to avoid getting one, nonetheless, as my former childhood best friend now sat there, studying my package and interpreting it on the page. After how ever long this went on for, he put his pencil and pad down on his bedside table before reaching for his phone and saying, "Alright, I think that's good for today. Would you mind if I took a picture of you, just for reference to finish the piece?"
I was a little shocked by this request. A sketch was one thing, but was I going to allow him to have a picture of me completely naked? I was comfortable with Holden and Dom having that distorted video of my dick, but this felt a little different. I think he sensed this sudden internal panic and reassured me by saying, "I promise, once I'm done with the portrait, I will delete it."
"I mean, you've already seen me naked, so I really don't care if you have it" I said, trying to reintroduce some levity into the conversation. "Just don't share it?"
"Oh God, I swear I would never do that." He sounded sincere, so I returned to my pose and he snapped a few pictures of me.
"You're gonna jerk off to these pictures later, aren't you?" I said with a wink.
He replied somewhat earnestly, "Is that you giving me permission?"
"Be my guest."
"Well, then yeah, I probably will." We chuckled, but the thought of him masturbating to pictures of my naked body caused my dick to grow a bit. He noticed this after a few seconds. "Seems like you'll be jerking off to the idea of me jerking off to the pictures."
I likely blushed a little and (knowing that I likely would end up doing just that) decided to change the subject. "Can I see what you have so far?"
"Sure." He opened up his sketchbook and showed it to me as I sat down next to him on his bed, not bothering to redress or cover my now-growing weenie in any capacity.
The drawing was certainly not done, but the bones of it were there. The face looked almost identical to my own. My slim frame was captured well, if not yet shaded properly. He even got my rather unruly leg hair down. He was a truly talented artist. Unfortunately, as a result, my cock was also well represented in this drawing, looking disproportionately small to the rest of the character drawn. Seemingly asking for a jab, I jokingly said, "I was hoping you'd make me look a little more well-endowed. Maybe something closer to yours?"
He looked down at my dick, which was now more than semi-erect but not standing at full attention. "Well, next time, I'll have to draw you hard, then." I laughed at this and we sat quietly for a beat before he said, "You know, I really never thought I would have you sitting buck-naked on my bed."
Before I could say my intended comeback (a rather daring one about my butthole touching his bedding), he got a notification on his phone. He looked at for less than a second before standing up quickly and saying, "Oh shit, Jay's here. Be right back."
"Wait, Jay's coming over?" I don't know why I sounded bothered. Jay had brought me to orgasm just the night before, but I was just a bit surprised.
"Yeah, he asked what I was up to, so I invited him over. I figured you wouldn't mind." Another wink followed this statement before he dashed out to get the front door.
I stood up to get dressed hurriedly before questioning the decision. Why bother? Before I could give it too much thought, Jonathan and Jay came in.
Jay smiled at the sight of me standing before him, my dick now deflating a bit. "I'm trying to remember the last time I saw you with clothes on."
"You're one to talk, I quipped back." He laughed at this and the three of us chatted for a good while, and Jonathan even showed Jay the portrait (with my permission).
I honestly had forgotten that I was naked until Jonathan eventually said, "Jacob, I think you can put your clothes back on." I blushed as I stood up and got dressed. Fortunately or unfortunately, I was clothed for the remainder of our platonic hangout.
When I was about to leave shortly after Jay had, Jonathan asked if I wanted to come back later in the week for another modeling session. "I have the pictures if not, so no worries."
"I'm down. You've got to sketch me hard, remember?"
He laughed. "I don't think I can turn that in for my final, but I'll see what I can do."
"Sounds like a plan."