Start beating your meat

I couldn't take it anymore. Lust prevailed over reason. I pulled out my cock and began to jerk it right in front of Cho. I pretended to be watching the porno while stealing glances at him. A moment of lucidity made me wonder what the hell I was thinking.

Fortunately it had the desired effect. Cho followed my lead and pulled out his cock to masturbate as well. I couldn't keep my eyes off his penis, as it was such a pretty, feminine version of my own. The head was nearly as pink as a pussy! Cho's gaze kept darting towards me as well, and finally our eyes met. Shit.

"Can I... do it for you? And you do mine." The words came out before my brain could catch up. Holy fuck. How did my penis sneak that to my mouth?

Cho looked suitably shocked. I thought that would be the end of our friendship, but he nodded bashfully. In a trance, I pulled my chair closer to his and wrapped my fingers around his cock. The sensation was familiar and alien at the same time. I have him a light stroke and was rewarded with a girlish moan. Cho returned the favour and started to stroke my cock as well. As a virgin, I had to say getting your cock touched by another person simply felt a hundred times better.

Both of us were ignoring the porno at this point and was just staring at each other's genitals, although the lewd moans blasting from the speakers helped with the mood. Being both experienced in stroking cocks, we knew exactly how to make the other squirm. As I was giving his glans a firm pump, Cho finally croaked a single warning.

"Cumming!"

I pressed my thumb over his slit and continued to rub his cock as thick semen oozed out between my fingers. Knowing that this was the moment of orgasmic climax, I kept my pace steady even as he squirmed in his seat and made loud, delicious moans.

"Stop, stop!" Cho finally tapped out. I stopped the torment to see the mess I had made. Part of his skirt was streaked with white, and there was most likely a puddle on the floor. I brought my cum soaked hand closer, smelling its odd scent, and gave it a taste. Salty, bitter, delicious.

In his euphoria Cho had stopped his handjob, and resumed it with both hands. I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful face. The double handed stimulation was too much to bear, and without warning a rope of cum shot out onto his sweater. Cho was startled, though his hands did not stop milking until I was shuddering and breathless. It was quite possibly the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

"Oh man, I stole this skirt from my sister." He complained of his thoroughly ruined clothing.

"Just wash it here."

The next few minutes were spent quietly cleaning up, awkwardness hanging heavy in the air. Finally, I said, "That felt really good."

"Yeah."

"Is it- I mean, are you okay with it? I think I was a bit carried away."

"A bit is an understatement," Cho said, rolling his eyes. "Let's not think too hard about it. It was fun, we're still friends."

Friends. Was giving handjobs to each other what friends did?

"Yeah, sure." I replied.