True story.
It was the summer after my freshman year of college when my sister got married. I was allowed to bring a friend with me to hang out with during all the activity so I decided to invite my best friend from high school.
Because my sister was getting married 8 hours away from where she grew up, it was pretty much a destination wedding for our side of the family. This meant we were all staying in hotels.
Following all the evening activities of the wedding rehearsal, I asked my cousin if he wanted to come hang out with us at the hotel. I had booze with me and we were going to drink in the room together and hang - just a guys night.
One thing led to another and suddenly, we got to the porn on the TV. I decided to bring up the night with my two buddies in high school (my previous post - fyi, best friend in this story is not either of those dudes), and we all had a good laugh about it. This turned to my cousin talking about how he wanted to always jerk off and blow a load on a hotel wall. So I one upped him and said, go for it. We all jerk off, and it’s not my mess to clean. My best friend chimed in and said let’s all see who can cum the fastest. To which I agreed and we all took places in the room - me in the bathroom, cousin in the closet, and my best friend near the far wall in the room, on the chair.
As we started to jerk off, I could hear subtle grunts and groans, and about a few minutes into us jerking off, my best friend yells out oh fuck and cums. This all made us start laughing, a little bit because it was fast but also because, what the fuck were we doing. I throw my underwear back on, chubbed up, and go lay down on the one bed. My cousin does the same on the other bed near my best friend. Turning back to the porn on TV we start talking about fucking and blow jobs and just random things to when my cousin decides he wants to get hard and fling change from his dick. We were all horny and somewhat boozed up and just feeling super confident about ourselves.
As he gets hard he says man, does it feel weird to be rubbing one out alone. And I reply, dude, no worries I’ll join you. So I take off my underwear and throw down the covers, and proceed to jerk off with him on the opposite bed. We were really into the porn on TV and enjoying the drunk state from the booze that I didn’t so much specifically need to watch, but just the act of jerking off in that state with another dude was primal and animalistic.
As thoughts raced through my mind while the porn was blasting on TV, I blasted my load into the issues my friend gave me. My cousin on the opposite bed came shortly after.
After cleaning up, we all hung out in the room and casually talked about sex and then fell asleep. The next day, we talked like it never happened. We didn’t explicitly say to not talk about it, but we just didn’t. I still see my cousin at every family gathering and sometimes our convos turn into some explicit territory, talking about how we both enjoy being naked around the house. I’ve always thought as I’ve gotten older whether or not to bring it up, because I’d probably jerk off with him again watching porn and having a few drinks if it ever happened like that.
A few years later he went on a weekend long camping trip with me and a work friend. On our trip home, he in the backseat of my car dropped in conversation, I’ve never jerked off in a car before. I said from the driver’s seat, dude, really? I’ve done it so many times. My friend in the passenger seat said he also had done it before. I thought that my cousin was going to take his pants down and try it right then. I wouldn’t have cared.