Jacking Off vs. The Real Thing

It was the Wednesday, a week before February break. It was an hour after high school ended, and I was hanging out with my friend, Vincent. It was us two on the campus, everyone else who was still on campus was just waiting for a ride home. Vincent was this cool, fly, hot dude. His face was cute, but sexy. He had the coolest style; the formal, yet casual white button up polo shirt with a black tie, along with black skinny jeans and Vans. He had the coolest faux-hawk. He was slightly toned, yet skinny, which I found sexy. He had a 6 pack, and a happy trail from his chest, reaching until under his boxer shorts. I only had a four pack because I had just started working out. But I, like Vincent, was skinny as well, so my abs were easily visible. I too had a happy trail from my chest to my pubic hair. I had straight,long black hair. We were both very tan and we were the same height: 5'7. I've only met him a year ago, but we've gotten really close since then.

"So, Jay, any plans over February break?" Vincent asked, cracking his famous heart-melting smile, showing his perfect white teeth. "Uhh, no I don't think so," I replied.

Actually, I had my week very well planned out. Since both my parents were going out of town Sunday, I would be staying home alone for the whole week, so I had planned to jack off the entire week, all day long. Just to get some rest, and relaxation. To get all the stress from school out of me.

"What about you?" I asked. "I dunno dude. Hopefully I'll go to San Francisco or something." He took off his sweater, causing his shirt to rise. I caught a peek of his six pack. He caught me staring. "What are you looking at?" "Oh, I was uhh... looking at your belt. Where'd you get it?" I quickly replied. "Oh, I went downtown the other day and bought it. But I'm never going there again." "Why not?" He looked around to see if anyone could hear. "Okay, don't tell nobody, k? But when I was there, these chicks kept staring at me. Like, they even asked me to take a picture with them. Then they gave me a number and they told me, 'If you're ever looking for a good time, call us.'" He explained. "So, what's wrong with that? Isn't that like a dude's dream?" I asked, half lying; I was bi. Nobody knew that but me.

"I dunno. It was creepy dude." "You don't like that?" I asked. "I have my reasons," he said. That made me fantasize, what if he was gay? I've always fantasized about me and him making out, undressing each other, circle jerking, and giving each other blow jobs. I shook the thought out of my head. I doubt that, I thought.

"But dude, isn't that the kind of stuff you jack off to?" I asked. "What? Uhh..." He looked uneasy. "What? Don't you jack off?" I asked. "Well, kinda. I mean, sure, a little bit. But I haven't done it recently. Why, do you?" "Well, yeah. I actually do it a lot. I mean, since I can't have the real thing yet, jackin off is what I do. I mean, it's pretty much the same thing, right?" I lied. I knew 100 percent that it was NOT the same thing.

"What? No it's not! Are you outta your mind dude?" He asked. "It's not the same, because... well... it's just not." "How is it not? I mean, the only difference is that someone else is touching you, but after that, the climax is pretty much the same, right?" "Dude, just no. It's not," he checked his watch, " I gotta go now. I'll see ya later dude." Then he left.

It was the Tuesday of February break now. I haven't seen Vincent since that talk we had. Was he avoiding me? I thought. I had spent all of Monday home alone, watching gay porn and jackin off.

It was around noon when I heard a knocking at my door. "Shoot, are Mom and dad home early? Oh please no no no." Being naked, I quickly threw on my black briefs(I don't like boxers), and ran to the door. I opened it to find Vincent, standing there casually in his usual get-up: white button down polo shirt with a black tie, and black skinny jeans with Vans shoes. "Oh, hey Vincent. Uhh... I thought you were going to SFO?" I asked. "Yeah, I didn't have a ride. My parents are gonna be gone for three nights, so rather then stay at home, I thought I'd go here-" he looked my up and down, noticing I was only in briefs with a slight boner. "Oh, am I interrupting?" he asked, smiling, in a way that turned me on. "Oh, no. Haha. Come in," I was blushing, "Have a seat. Want a soda?" "No, I'm good."

He threw himself on the couch. "Why is it so hot in here?" He asked. "Oh, I turned up the heater since I'm only in my briefs." I said. "Oh, gotcha." He unbuttoned his polo shirt, but left it on. His body taunting me to come lick it. He also took off his shoes and socks. "Oh, do you mind?" He asked. "No, not at all, go ahead." I smiled.

"So what's up? I haven't seen you since we had that talk about-" I stopped mid sentence. There was an awkward silence between us. Vincent looked at me again, examining every inch of my body. "So have you been jackin off all day?" He asked. "Haha yeah. Just relieving myself from school, you know?" I said, my boner slightly growing. "Ahh... I see. So you still think jackin off is the same as sex?" He asked me. My heart was beating hella fast, my sex drive at the max. "Yeah, sure I guess," I said, trying to sound as calm as possible. Vincent stood up from the sofa, taking off his polo now, revealing his beautiful body. My dick was fully erect now, he noticed and smiled. "Dude, it is not, " he said. He then walked up to me and ran his smooth hands over my chest, then to my nipples and started rubbing them. "It is not, and I'll prove it to you," he whispered. He started kissing me, and I kissed back. While kissing me, he rubbed my whole body and it felt so good. I stopped kissing him and said lustfully, "Then prove it to me Vincent."

I motioned him to my bedroom, where I started unbuckling his belt, then unbuttoned his pants and pulled it down, revealing a boner through his boxers. I pulled them down as he pulled down my briefs. I saw his beautiful dick. It was about 7 inches, fully shaven. We kissed again, then he moved down and kissed my neck, then all over my chest. Then he started licking my nipples. I moaned. He laughed. "I'm still not convinced yet," I said. He then starting kissing my abs and rubbing my nipples. Then he stopped, stared at my 7 inch erection and smiled. He was teasing me. He slowly put one finger on the head of my dick.

The rubbed it right on my sweet spot. My knees went weak. I fell onto m bed. Vincent then put his whole hand around my dick, slowly jacking my off, while with his other hand, rubbing my chest. It felt so good. Breathing heavily, I said, "Still not convinced. I could do this by myself." "Well I bet you can't do this b yourself," he replied, then starting licking the head of my dick. After a few licks, he devoured my whole penis, sucking it good. "Oohh yes," I moaned loudly, "Ohh yeahh. fuck yeah, that feels fuckin great dude. Haha, make me cum. Convince me." He slowly worked my cock up and down, gradually increasing speed, and still rubbing my chest. He was right, this was way better than jacking off.

"Damn, you're precum is hella sweet," he said smiling, then continued sucking. He was sucking all the right spots, his warm mouth was like the perfect home for my cock. I was shuddering in pleasure, moaning uncontrollably, for my dick was very sensitive. Up and down he went, without any troubles whatsoever. He started moaning as well, which turned me on even more. I screamed in pleasure, "It's so great! Ohh... I'm... gonna... cum!" My whole body tingled, then make dick trembled in pleasure and warm cum squirted inside Vincent's mouth. He drank it all, savoring every drop. "Mmm, sweet," He said licking his lips, "Convinced yet?" "Oh yeah dude," I said panting, weak from pleasure, "I'm convinced."

Vincent's phone rang. It was his parents, they had come home early. He looked disappointed, his dick slowly turning limp. "Don't worry," I said, "Next chance we get, I'll do whatever you want. Anything, all you. And I'll convince you that I'm better at giving pleasure than you are." He smiled, intrigued. His dick at full erection again. "That sounds like a plan," he said. We kissed, then he put on his clothes and left.

After he left, I looked at my porn on the computer. Then I said to myself, "Nope. Jackin off doesn't even compare to that." I shut down the computer, lied on my bed, and replayed the scenario in my head over and over.