A helping hand

Greg settled down on his bed, sideways so his back was against the wall
and his legs were dangling over the edge, and faced Travis. Travis, 
still in his towel, assumed the same position on his bed across the 
room, about 8 feet away. Suddenly, Greg had a stroke of genius. 

`Hey,' Greg called across the room. `What am I supposed to look at?'
Needless to say, the irony was lost on Travis. 

`You can have it when I'm done,' Travis said, already flipping to the
firstpage. 

`No way,' Greg called back. `We agreed that we would do it together. 
I'm coming over there.' 

Travis hesitated and started to say something, but it was too late, Greg
had dropped onto Travis' bed, and both boys had their backs against the 
wall. `There,' Greg said, as he settled in to enjoy the show. 

Things got off to a slow start. Travis, for all of his usual boldness
and bravado, started stroking his cock with his towel still on, his 
giant hand tucked demurely under the thick blue terrycloth. Still, 
with his attention focused on the magazine, Greg had the chance to take 
a good long look at his jerk-off partner. 

Travis was tan, that was for sure. That was the first thing that Greg
noticed. But it was not an even tan. His legs were quite pale, and 
skinnier than the rest of his body, yet his torso and face were 
bronzed. It's a farmer's tan, Greg suddenly realized, from working the 
land in just his jeans. 

`Are you done with this page?' Travis asked, turning to face him, his
faces only inches away. 

`Um, yeah, sure.' Greg answered, startled out of his train of thought. 

Above the towel was a different story. Travis looked more like he was
from the Mediterranean than the Midwest. On his lower stomach, just 
above the towel was a smattering of soft, almost black pubic hair. As 
it crept up towards Travis' chest, it thinned out into a narrow trail, 
before fanning out again to cover his pecs. Again, Greg had the urge 
to touch it, but resisted. Instead he watched Travis's furry chest 
rising and falling with each excited breath, his rounded shoulders 
tensed, a thick vein clearly showing in the one closest to Greg. 

He sneaked a peek further up still, and could see Travis' strong square
jaw clenched with concentration as he continued to flick the pages of 
the magazine. His prominent Adam's apple raised and lowered with each 
excited swallow, as his emerald green eyes scanned each page hungrily. 
His hair was cropped in an almost a military style. It suited him. 

`Next page?," Travis asked, without even looking at Greg this time. 
Greg could see that the magazine was doing the trick. An impressive 
bulge had formed beneath the towel, the fabric raised like a circus 
tent. 

`Sure,' Greg said, his own cock rock solid now from such close contact. 
He remembered suddenly that Greg was just about to have a shower, and 
bent slightly towards him to see if he could get a whiff of his 
familiar masculine scent. Sure enough, there it was, faint but 
unmistakable, a heady mix of yesterday's deodorant, Travis' 
old-fashioned cologne that reminded him of his dad, and dry sweat. He 
breathed it in and his cock twitched gratefully. He was close enough 
that he could actually feel the warmth coming off Travis' body. 

Without warning, and without looking up from the magazine, Travis threw
open his towel, putting his hard six inch dick on display. His eyes 
flicked towards Greg for a split second, but then returned to his 
two-dimensional fantasy woman. Unlike a lot of guys, Travis' dick 
didn't look much bigger hard than it did soft, but still, it was 
beautiful. Up and down he stroked it, gently, with a loose fist, his 
hairy leg almost touching Greg's now. Greg took Travis' cue, and pulled 
down his shorts again, freeing his aching erection. Travis turned his 
head to look at Greg's package -- there was no doubt about it, even if 
it was just for a fleeting second -- and then went back to his 
magazine. 

`Next page?' Travis asked again. 

`Uh huh,' Greg said dreamily, stroking his hard cock, the tip leaking
precum now, while he devoured Travis with his eyes. He adjusted his 
leg, just ever so slightly, so that it was now touching Travis' hairy 
thigh. 

He was in heaven, but adrenaline and a mad rush of hormones had made him
reckless. Without saying a word, he switched hands so he could jerk 
himself off with his left hand, and took hold of Travis' cock with his 
right, gently nudging Travis' own hand out of the way. 

Travis didn't say a word. Both of his hands now lay still at his side. 
The silence was excruciating. 

Greg's teeth were clenched so tightly that he thought one might break. 
He tried not to breath. He tried not to move anything but his hands, 
each now pumping a thick teen cock. Travis turned the page. This 
time, he didn't ask Greg whether it was okay. Up and down, up and 
down, Greg stroked both hard shafts. He could hear Travis' breath 
getting more shallow, a little raspy. Travis started to speak; Greg 
nearly froze with terror. 

`Is that door locked?' Travis asked, not taking his eyes from the
magazine. A woman with enormous breasts leered back at them from the 
tattered page. 

`I don't think so,' Greg replied honestly, remembering that it was still
unlocked from when Travis had come in. Greg shimmied off the bed, 
praying that this interruption would not break the spell, and walked 
over to the door with his shorts bunched up around his thighs, erection 
still at full mast. He locked the door. 

But instead of getting back on the bed, Greg positioned himself in front
of Travis and kneeled on the floor. He had come this far, he wasn't 
turning back now. He saw Travis' eyes flick in his direction for a 
split second, startled, like a deer in the headlights, before he 
returned his attention to the magazine. He could see Travis swallow 
hard.