A helping hand

Greg had never given a blow job in his life, but he knew what he liked,
so he went for it. He placed a hand on each of Travis' hips, right on 
the bones of his pelvis, and leant forward to take Travis' whole cock 
in his mouth with one swift motion. He heard Travis let out a long 
breath, and although he couldn't see his face, he could imagine what it 
looked like: his lips parted and his cheeks full as he puffed the air 
out of his mouth, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He had seen Travis 
give the same look when an opposing team scored an unexpected goal 
during a football game. 

Greg pulled back and then went down again, his nose pressed against
Travis' dark brown bush. The smell was sharp, but not unpleasant. It 
reminded Greg of woodsmoke, of pinecones, of the forest. The hair 
tickled his nose and he withdrew again, keeping a tight seal on the 
cock with his lips. He continued up and down, up and down, enjoying 
the sight of Travis' nipples hardening to two tiny beads, his ball sack 
pulling up tight against his body. He let up on Travis' shaft and 
moved down to his balls, something that he knew from experience most 
girls were unwilling to do. The smell was stronger here, mustier, but 
very sexy, so primal and masculine. Travis' balls were hairy, and they 
were salty with the taste of dried sweat. Greg licked one side of the 
sack before drawing it into his mouth, lolling it around on his tongue. 
He moved to the other side, before taking Travis' whole scrotum into 
his mouth. Travis made the same sound again: the unexpected goal. He 
turned another page, his hand trembling now. 

Greg could feel himself getting close to orgasm as he continued to
stroke his own cock. The scene was so sexy that he barely required any 
additional stimulation. The time had come to finish Travis off. 

He moved up to Travis' swollen cock head again, and slowly licked around
the tip, bathing the fat knob with his spit. Then he traveled lower, 
and lickedthe shaft like it was a lollipop, before returning to the 
head from some more stimulation. Travis closed the magazine, and 
closed his eyes. He clasped both hands behind his head, leaned back 
against the wall, and exhaled. 

It was time for Greg to live out his fantasy. Gently, with just 
feather light touch, he rubbed Travis' furry pecs with the palm of one 
hand while he continued to jerk Travis off with the other. The hair 
was silky soft; it felt sexier even than Greg had imagined. He rubbed 
lower towards his abdomen, and then back up, lingering for a moment on 
Travis' hardened nipples, before tangling his fingers in the damp hair 
under Travis' arms, tugging them gently, and then sweeping back down 
across his chest and across his tight flat stomach. Travis groaned 
softly, and Greg picked up the pace. With Travis' hard tool slick with 
spit, it was easy to rub the shaft in quick firm strokes, pulling it 
towards him and twisting it gently at the same time. Travis moaned 
again, and lowered one hand to his own cock so that he could stroke 
himself to orgasm. He was getting close. 

Greg brushed Travis' hand away, and kept stroking, faster now, both on
Travis' cock and on his own. Again, Travis tried to take hold of his 
own cock. As long as Greg didn't actual make him come, maybe then 
somehow none of this would matter, Greg suspected, it wouldn't count in 
Travis' mind. 

But Greg had other ideas. He was the one who wanted to give Travis the
powerful orgasm. Again he brushed away Travis' hand, and Travis, too 
close now to care, dutifully returned the hand to grasp the other 
behind his head, his back arched. As he did, Greg tugged gently on 
Travis' ballsack while he worked harder and faster on the cockhead with 
his mouth. In a final act of bravado, he slipped one slick finger into 
Travis' hot hairy unwashed hole. 

That did it. Travis' cock erupted at the same time as Greg's, both
cocksspewing an amazing amount of hot white cum. Greg dumped his load 
all over the dorm room floor; Travis soaked his own belly and chest 
with two ropes of thick white cream, and other, more watery blasts, 
that ran slowly down his belly, into his pubes. Greg got back on the 
bed, and both boys collapsed, breathing heavy. 

`That was great', Travis said, very quietly, almost as if he was talking
to himself. `Thanks.' Greg smiled, and sat up to wipe Travis off with 
the discarded bath towel. 

`Thanks to you too,' Greg said. `I had fun'. Both boys were silent,
each lost in his own post-orgasm dreaminess. `But do me a favor, 
though', Greg said. 

`What's that?' Travis asked, lying on his back now, his dick just
starting to soften, his eyes closed. 

`Next time you want to jerk off, just do it, you don't have to wait for
me to fall asleep,' Greg said. He saw Travis smile. 

`It`s a deal' Travis said `No problem.'