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In the years since he’d moved to Morioh, Okuyasu had slowly grown to stop locking the front door to his rickety old house. Since the rumors had spread that yes, someone did live in the shitty home and no, it wasn’t haunted, it had become clear that nobody had any reason to rob the place. Besides, if anyone was stupid enough to attempt breaking into such a badly maintained old shack, Okuyasu could just use his stand to punish the idiot.
And so Okuyasu’s front door was unlocked when he settled down in his bed one quiet evening and slipped out of his pants. He’d always had trouble sleeping, but had found that popping a quick load usually helped his body relax a bit more before bed. Well, that and it felt damn nice. Okuyasu could hear his father shuffling around downstairs, a reassurance that he wouldn’t be bothered, but made sure to shut his bedroom door anyway for privacy’s sake.
This was his time to relax. Letting out a tiny sigh, he pulled down his briefs and lazily kicked them out of the way. Okuyasu’s cock was still soft since he’d decided to jerk off before actually getting horny, but he could take care of that easily. As he palmed at himself, feeling his own body reach arousal under his hand, Okuyasu thought of Josuke. That was the secret of his sleepless nights… as soon as his mind began to drift, images of his best friend immediately popped up. The first time he’d masturbated to memories of seeing Josuke change during a sleepover, there was certainly a sharp feeling of guilt. I’m not gay I’m not gay I’m not gay, he’d reassured himself, but still felt the punch of having seemingly betrayed one of the only friendships he’d built in his entire life.
That guilty feeling, however strong it was at first, sank to a low buzz after the countless times over the course of years that Okuyasu had jerked off to thoughts of Josuke. Now, it was simply a part of the routine. Touch yourself, feel a little guilty, maybe get some sleep. And now here he was, doing it again.
For this session Okuyasu had some pretty fantastic memories prepared from a recent trip to the hot springs he and Josuke had taken together. The few chances he’d been given to sneak a look at Josuke’s firm, naked body during that day had provided some amazing material to build off of, that was for certain. As Okuyasu began to quickly pump at his erection with a tight fist he imagined his closest friend kneeling in front of him in the men’s changing room and those full, pouty lips wrapping around the head of his cock while those big, sleepy eyes stared up at him with eagerness and admiration.
Okuyasu had never been a quiet masturbator, and this time was no exception. As he hastily, even sloppily, jerked at himself and began to buck his hips, his involuntary groans grew louder and louder. That combined with the squeaks of strain on his old mattress may have been why he hadn’t heard footsteps leading up the stairs. He had been crying out when his bedroom door opened to reveal Josuke himself, who had certainly seen Okuyasu in his full glory.
“Jesus Christ, Okuyasu!”
“Oh, fuck!” As soon as he saw his friend standing in the doorway, jaw wide with surprise and blushing pink, Okuyasu scrambled to cover himself. He was sitting up cross-legged, a pillow over his groin, when Josuke finally spoke up again.
“Uh… you left your bag with me again so, um, I thought I’d, like, bring it back before I forgot and shit…” Josuke was clearly overwhelmed, having dropped the bag at his feet and kept his eyes to the floor. “I think I’ll go home, uh, bye!”
Okuyasu, who had managed to reach over for a blanket to more fully shield his undressed lower half, yelled out before the other could turn away. “Come on dude, don’t fuckin’ make it awkward. Everybody does it.”
“That doesn’t make it not weird to see.”
It was a moment before Okuyasu could formulate a response. He’d never had a way with words, but he had to come up with something to keep this from clouding his friendship. “But we’ve seen each other naked, like, a buncha times.”
“Not jerkin’ off, we haven’t! Plus, you weren’t even doing it right!”
Not even doing it right? What was that supposed to mean? Okuyasu had never thought of his masturbation technique in terms of quality. The way he touched himself made him cum fast and that was it. What else was there to it? “How the fuck was I jerkin’ off wrong?”
Josuke, clearly still embarrassed but willing to demonstrate for his friend nonetheless, scratched at the back of his head in thought before continuing. “You were going like a madman, dude. It’s like you weren’t even trying to make it feel nice. And you’re so loud… I could hear your sex noises from downstairs”
“If you heard me, then why’d you come in my room anyway?”
There was a pregnant pause as Josuke bit his lip and glanced away. Clearly he’d inadvertently revealed that his walking in hadn’t been a complete accident. He shrugged, his red face showing far too much frustration at being found out. “Curious about what was going on, I guess?”
Another silence, until Okuyasu spoke up. Realizing that at least a part of Josuke had wanted to see him touch himself gave him quite a bit of courage. “If you’re such a jerkin’ off expert, tell me what I should be doing.”
“I dunno… just, like, savor it.”
“I am savoring it!”
“No you aren’t!”
“Yeah huh!”
“Ok, then prove it. Show me how you were doing it a minute ago.” Josuke gestured towards Okuyasu’s blanket-covered lower half with a flourish as if making a dare he knew wouldn’t be obeyed. To his surprise, Okuyasu only hesitated for a few seconds before pulling the covers off and wrapping a hand around his half-hard member.
“Uh… like this…” He jerked at his dick tightly and speedily, feeling it grow hard again from the touch and the eyes on him. Was this really happening? Was Josuke really watching him jerk off?
“See? You’re just hurrying through it. That’s not savoring it.” Josuke shook his head and tsked. “You have to change your technique.”
“Fine, then show me some fuckin’ technique.” Okuyasu gestured at his hard, bared dick. Josuke certainly wouldn’t actually reach out and touch him, would he?
“Ok, yeah, fuck it. You got, like, lotion?”
“Uh… in the bathroom? Why lotion?”
“Just wait two seconds, God.” Josuke retreated to the bathroom and after a few seconds returned with a bottle of hand cream.
Okuyasu screamed internally as his friend sat down beside him and squirted some lotion into his palm, explaining his actions all the while.
“So first you take it and rub it a little so it’s not cold on your dick, right?” As Okuyasu glanced down to watch Josuke’s hands, he could swear he saw a growing tent in the other teen’s pants. “And then you just go real slow. It’s like… giving yourself a cock massage.”
When his friend’s hand wrapped around his hardness, touch firm but still gentle, a little cry escaped from Okuyasu’s throat.
“S-see? It’s already good. T-the lotion makes it feel wetter and stuff…” Josuke’s hand squeezed softly, moving up and down the length of the shaft languorously. “You just have to be gentler with it, and slower too. You’re not makin’ it last.”
In reply, Okuyasu simply offered a shocked nod. The warmth of another person’s hand on his dick continued for another moment before Okuyasu snapped out of the surprise of being touched and managed to say something. “Ain’t this kinda gay, man?”
Josuke shrugged, although a blush still dusted his cheeks. “We aren’t kissing or anything, so it doesn’t count. I’m just… showing another dude how to jerk off. Here, see how this feels.”
A finger gently grazed the underside of Okuyasu’s cockhead. “Haaah…”
“Here’s another thing I do.” Shamelessly Josuke reached with his free hand to cup his bro’s balls and stroke at them with his thumb. It was enough to make Okuyasu twitch with pleasure, and without realizing it he’d begun thrusting into the other teen’s hand.
“You’re already getting ahead of yourself, Oku,” Josuke protested, but his partner didn’t care. This was too good, too much. He wanted more of being touched. More, faster, sooner. The slick lotion made thrusting even more comfortable, and watching his cock slide in and out of Josuke’s hand so quickly just raised Okuyasu’s level of arousal even higher.
“Gonna cum…” he murmured as his thrusts sped up, and his friend knew to tighten his first around Okuyasu’s shaft to make the pleasure go over the edge.
“Josuke, Josuke,” he whimpered when the sweet release of an orgasm finally hit. After a few stronger spurts, a bit of warm cum slowly dripped down onto Josuke’s hand.
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Okuyasu was still panting lightly when his partner wiped him off with toilet paper he’d hurriedly grabbed from the bathroom. He didn’t know if it was the technique or the fact that Josuke had been the one doing the touching, but it was certainly the strongest orgasm Okuyasy could ever remember having.
After coming down, Okuyasu slid back under a blanket.
Josuke plopped down beside him. “So, was I right or was I right?”
“Yeeeah, you were right.” He paused. Josuke had literally just jerked him off. That had to mean something, right? “Um, hey… you said it’s gay if we kiss, right? If we admit that what jus’ happened was gay, can we kiss?”
There was a heavy moment of silence until Josuke finally turned over to look the other teen in the eye and grin shyly. “It is pretty gay, huh?”
“Super gay,” Okuyasu whispered before he took his best friend by the lips.