Kurt was on the thin side, lanky, red-haired, and freckle-faced. Even as a senior in high school, freckles covered most of his body. They were fading now, some, and I supposed they'd go away some day. I had the same kind of body, only I'm blond-haired and taller. We were both "naturals" for the basketball team in grade school, and that's when we first met.Kurt and I had done everything together growing up as kids, and a recurrent game of ours was "Trade Ya!" If we both got T-shirts for Christmas, and wore them to school the same day, one of us would say "Trade Ya!" the other would echo it, and we'd yank off our T-shirts, hand them to each other, and put on the other's. Mom joked that when I was ready for new clothes, she had to call Kurt's mom to get his size and give her mine, so we'd both end up with clothes that fit. Shoes, books, rulers, baseballs, you-name-it, we'd trade off every time we had something just alike or nearly alike.
Given a friendship as close as that, it was natural that we'd end up at the same college (an all-boy college, it turned out, by mutual consent) and decide to share a dorm room as well. Trouble is, that was the first time we'd ever spent a whole LOT of time together, as opposed to just school, after-hours, and a few hours on the weekends. Not knowing anyone else on campus and being freshmen, we were "restricted" in night-time activities (one of those rules left over from the Stone Age), so not having much money or even knowing where to go for fun, we spent a lot of our free time watching the second-hand TV set we had brought and the three network channels it would bring in (and two of those were kind of snowy), we soon found our greatest problems were boredom and a lack of privacy. Eighteen-going-on- nineteen, out without adult supervision for the first time, feeling our oats sexually, and not a damned thing we could do about it! Not just yet, that is.
One day it all broke loose, as it had to sooner or later. I guess Kurt figured I was going to be in the bathroom longer than I was, or maybe I was so quiet he figured I was enthroned rather than taking a leak (so I aim at the inside basin walls when I piss rather than at the water, sue me!), and maybe I forgot bother to flush that time, or maybe he just didn't hear me. At any rate, I walked out of the bathroom and he was lying back on his bed whomping his meat ninety miles an hour. He didn't even see me at first, then he did and turned bright red.
"Gosh, Eric, you sure caught me by surprise." was all he got out as he yanked the covers over his long hard-on. Must have been almost nine inches, long, slender, kind of clean-looking. I'd seen bulges in his shorts sometimes, but this was my first good look at it in its full glory.
I laughed and made light of it all; he was a lifelong friend, after all. "That's kind of obvious. You're used to jerking off in bed too, I see."
"Yeah." he admitted. "You been doing it in the bathroom these last two weeks?"
"Yep, same as you, I guess." I said.
"Makes my legs hurt, right at the hip joints." he confided. "Doing it in there."
"Me, too." I sat down on my bed facing him. "Harvey" (his name for his cock--Mine was "Charley") was completely invisible now, having shrunk under the glare of the public eye, so we were both comfortable about the situation. "Two nights ago, I waited until I heard you snoring and whacked Charley off."
"Me too, only it was last night." Kurt said. "This dorm life ain't all it's cracked up to be. Trouble is, Harvey's used to getting attention every morning and every night, and more on weekends."
"Charley's the same way." I said. "And we're stuck here for the first year. Can't live off-campus until we're juniors, or pledge a frathouse until we're sophmores. So what are we going to do about this, uh, mutual problem we got?"
Kurt wet his lips. "We could just sort of do it anyway and ignore each other. You know, in bed at night."
"Yeah?" I said like I hadn't thought about it myself. "Sure, why not. Hell, Kurt, let's go all the way with this. If one of us feels like whacking off, night or broad daylight, we just do it. Other guy doesn't say a word."
"I wouldn't make this offer with any other guy, Eric!" he blurted out. "You know that, don't you?"
"Sure." I said. "But you and me are pals. Matter of fact, it sounds kind of friendly, you and me whacking off in bed together. We haven't done that since we were kids."
"Yeah." he got a faraway look and I knew he was remembering the fun we'd had learning about our bodies together. "I see Charley is getting into the idea."
I hadn't even noticed I was getting a hard-on! I looked down, feeling for the first time my cock pushing against my cotton briefs. "Yeah, I guess he is."
"You saw mine, dude. It's only fair I get a look at yours, too." Kurt pressed me. "Come on, pull it out and let's get this new dorm rule started off right."
"Well." I took a deep breath. "Okay. I could go for a good whack-off right now."
I pulled down my briefs and took out Charley. Charley was long and thin, just like me and as Kurt pulled off the covers to reveal Harvey again, I could see that we had almost a set of twin cocks. Except that Charley rested in a bed of scraggly blond hairs while Harvey had a thick nest of auburn around his base. Kurt had gone through puberty a full year before I did, and it showed even now.
We both stroked our cocks nice and slow, sort of putting on a show for each other, and maybe just a little bashful about this. Kurt hawked and spit into his palm and rubbed that onto his cock, which then shone with a white luster as he made long, deep strokes, beginning to hunch up into his hand. I was beginning to pant, watching my buddy put on his jerk-show for me while his eyes stayed glued to my working Charley over for him.
"That's a beautiful prick you got there, Eric." Kurt finally said, a kind of husky sound in his voice. "Charley's a real champion among cocks."
"Harvey looks pretty mean himself." I said.
"Let me get a closer look at Charley." Kurt said.
I got up, still whacking away, and knelt on Kurt's bed, his free hand between my knees. "This close enough for you?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"I'm going to shoot pretty soon, man." I gasped. "If I shoot like this, I'm going to spurt it all over you."
"Lay down next to me." Kurt suggested, patting the bed. It was a narrow bed, and by lying down, the only way we could fit was to lie facing each other. "Now, if you shoot on me, I shoot on you and we're all even up." Our friendship had always been based on an equality in all things.
"That sounds fair." I groaned. Our foreheads touched as we watched each other beating off like this, and I felt the cool sweat of his brow every time he moved.
"I'm going to blow my wad." Kurt groaned. "I'm going to fucking cover you with my come."
"Yeah!" I groaned. "Get it all over me, man. I'm going to aim mine right at Harvey, get him all sticky with my jism. Then I ain't gonna let you take a shower, make you sleep like that, all tacky with my come on your dick."
"You too, dude, you too!" Kurt grunted. "Not allowed to wipe it off, ever. That's the deal!"
"Deal!" I gasped.
"Get ready!" Kurt said. "Here mine comes!" And with animal grunts, he whacked Harvey hard and fast, then suddenly he let loose a loud moan and his wad hit me like a firehose hits you with water. I mean I got soaked all over, all at once. Hot splashes from just below my navel to my chest, all over, all at once, Kurt's come-wads splattered me.
My orgasm hit me right then. "Oh, yeah, yeah! Agh!" I grunted and did what I said I would, I got him right in his cock with my jism. When I shoot, it's like separate cannonballs of sperm-wads flying out and I could almost hear the meaty splats of it hitting his cock and his hand and he raised his head and mine fell beneath his so that we ended up sort of nuzzling each other, cheek to cheek, as our ejaculations let go of us and we ended up as a messy, soggy heap on the bed.
I thought about kissing him, and wanted to, really bad. I wanted to hug him and kiss him and rub our bodies together until we didn't remember where one of us left off and the other one began. But I'm a coward, I just lay there, panting along with him, smelling the hot salty smell of our sperm hanging in the air and wishing I could grab hold of him. But a mutual jerk-off does not entitle you to touch the other guy. It was something short of actual sex, even if we were soaked with each other's jism.
"God, you got it all over my hand." Kurt said and started to wipe it off on the sheets.
"Hey, no fair." I said immediately, and he stopped. "We don't wipe it off, ever. Your idea."
"Are we going to go to class tomorrow with our come still clinging to us?" Kurt asked.
"Showers are different." I conceded. "We shower in the mornings, and it's okay then, I guess."
"Okay." Kurt said. He looked at his clock and so did I. Seven thirty. "What shall we do the rest of the night?"
"Let's see what's on television." I said, without much originality and started to get up.
"Just a moment." Kurt said and I stopped. He reached over and began to smear his come wad on my chest around and around. "It was beginning to fall off. If I gotta wear all of it, so do you."
He was using the hand I had splattered, I noticed, and when he turned it onto its back to wipe that onto me, I had him dead to rights. "You're wiping the jism off on me!" I crowed. "That's breaking our deal."
"But I'm getting some of mine back onto me. I can't help that. So what're you going to do about it?" Kurt chided me back.
Do what I really wanted to do. I grabbed him in my arms and began to rub my body against his. "If we're going to mix it together, let's do it right." I said.
There wasn't enough to cover both of us thoroughly, but Kurt got into it and we got pretty damned close, rubbing our bodies all over each other, his cock dragging over my thighs and arms, me running my chest over his freckled back. By the time we were done, we were both completely dry, but none of the come was on the bedsheets. It was all over us.
I was over my bashfulness entirely, and I reached down and grabbed Harvey and played with it, and Harvey rose up just like he hadn't been drained less than ten minutes earlier. I pushed him up against Charley and let them get introduced properly, holding them together and sizing them up.
"Harvey and Charley are just the same size." I said, marveling at this simple fact.
"You and I always were the same size." Kurt agreed. "Except I'm red-headed, and you're blond."
"Same size, same style." I said. "No wonder we get along so damned well. Best friends."
"Charley feels about ready for another whacking off already." Kurt said.
"Yeah, so does Harvey." I agreed. "They're best friends, too."
"Trade Ya." Kurt said.
"Huh?" I said, not understanding.
"I'll Trade Ya Harvey for Charley."
"How we going to do that?" I asked. I didn't stop to ask why. It had been like this all my life, trading Kurt his things for mine Even-Steven. But once we traded, we never traded back. "Charley's kind of attached to me."
"But he would belong to me. I could play with him anytime I wanted if he belonged to me. And you could play with Harvey anytime. I couldn't stop you."
"I see." I said doubtfully. "I guess it would work. But it meant I could literally unzip your pants or pull down your shorts anytime and everytime."
"Of course." Kurt agreed. "Trade Ya?"
"Trade Ya!" I said before I could think about it. I never did think about Trade Ya, I just did it. Never did regret it, not once.
"Now I think I'll whack myself off." Kurt said and grabbed my cock, began pumping it.
I finally saw what he meant. "Yeah, me, too." I said and grabbed his red-nested dick, began pounding it, too.
There were definite advantages to trading cocks like we had. If Charley had a problem it was that I could move around to get any closer to him. Now that I owned Harvey instead, I could turn around in bed and get a really good grip on him and pound him in all kinds of ways. Kurt was doing the same for my ex-cock Charley.
Kurt slapped Charley against one of his cheeks, began rubbing it against his downy-haired jowls like a kitten. "I always wondered what that felt like.
This was getting sort of weird, but what was I to do about it? Charley belonged to him now, and there's nothing illegal or immoral about a guy rubbing his own cock against his face, is there? Anything we felt like doing, we could do it now. There were no rules to be broken any longer. This wasn't Kurt's cock in my hands, now, it was MINE! Jerking off is perfectly normal and natural, just ask anybody. I just had a more adaptable cock to do it with. Definitely a good Trade Ya.
So I took Harvey firmly in my grip and began to lap at his head, cleaning my left-over dried jism off of it and enjoying the salty taste. Kurt kind of moaned and I felt the moist warmth of his mouth engulf Charley as Kurt tried to shove the entire length of my--pardon me, HIS--cock down his throat. Ever wanted to deep-throat yourself? With our Trade Ya, it was now possible! I set to work to do the same thing myself. I didn't make it and neither did Kurt, but you could tell from the feel of it that it was just a matter of learning how. Sooner or later, I'd have Harvey all the way down my throat and I could just keep him there as long as I felt like it. I had about 3/4ths of Harvey down my throat before Kurt gave a long groan and filled my esophogeal tract with his load of salty sperm. At eighteen you never get enough to eat, so this was a welcomed snack to my growling stomach. I decided to keep Harvey milked dry as much as possible from then on. Kurt drained Charley dry a few minutes later, smacked his lips and said, "Ahh, a great late-night snack, the taste of your own jism. I'm ready for bed now."
"We'll have to push our beds together." I informed him. "I may want to whack off again during the night."
"Okay." Kurt said.
It was heaven-on-earth after that. No need to ask or beg, or explain, just grab Kurt's shorts and yank them down and start sucking on my cock attached to his body, no grounds for refusal when I felt Kurt's hands at the waistband of my shorts, no matter how tired I was. Charley was his now, the whole shebang, and I had no right to keep Charley away from him at any time.
Cheat on Kurt, even now, ten years later? How is that possible? I suppose I could take a cute hunk home to where I keep my cock, affectionately named Harvey by his former owner, and fuck him that way, but how would I keep Kurt from finding out? Kurt can't cheat on me, either. I mean, after all, once you do a Trade Ya, it's for life!
