Chapter Seven — Manual Maintenance of Amity
A few minutes later, the trio was sitting on the couch, masturbating, and three pieces of underwear were lying on the floor next to them. Abed sat in the middle, to his right Troy; Jeff, the only leftie of the group, sat on the left.
In front of them was Abed's laptop, next to it a box of tissues for the cleanup. They were watching porn Abed had chosen from his laptop: For obvious reasons, Troy's computer would not have offered material suited for Jeff's or Abed's eyes. But as it turned out, it didn't matter what went on on the screen, nobody was watching it: Abed, leaning back, rubbed his member with closed eyes, only now and then opening them a little bit to squint at his friends. Troy, barely trying to hide it, was watching Jeff and Abed with the corner of his eyes, licking and softly biting his lips, staring at his friends' genitals with the hungry expression of a starved beast of prey, ready to leap forward and still its hunger. And Jeff was ogling his friends as well.
The lady on the screen—whether loudly enjoying her partner's tongue in her lap, or dragging her tongue along his shaft, or sitting on his lap and riding him—was tempting for Jeff, and he tried to focus on her again and again, but without success. He was distracted by his friends, he was fascinated by them, he couldn't resist them.
Every once in a while he heard a barely audible moan that escaped Troy's lips, every once in a while there came a squelching sound from Abed's penis, every once in a while something magically attracted his attention and forced him to study his friends: How beads of sweat trickled down Troy's shaved chest and around his dark areolas, how the skin on Abed's arms moved as the muscles beneath contracted and relaxed, how Troy and Abed silently moaned, how little drops of liquid appeared on the tips of their members … and most of all, how they handled those poles rising from their laps.
Abed was masturbating with both hands, moving them slowly along his member: the right hand on top, towards the glans, the left hand on the bottom, towards the base. He used his pelvis to assist the movement of his fists: As his hands moved up, his hip moved down; when his hands moved down, his pelvis moved up, thrusting the penis into his fists. And whenever the right hand glided over the scar of the circumcision, where his dick turned notably lighter, and reached the glans, it made a little twisting movement, sending a shiver of pleasure through Abed's body.
Troy was jerking off in a different way: With his left hand he fixed his penis at the base, while he moved his right hand up and down in fast movements. Every minute or so, he changed the grip, masturbating sometimes with the thumbs pointing upwards, sometimes with them pointing downwards.
His penis differed notably from Abed's and Jeff's in some ways: First of all, it notably curved to the left, as if it was trying to get closer to Abed. Secondly, Troy was not cut. The foreskin fascinated Jeff, moving to and fro, in one moment covering most of the glans, in the next moment baring the rosy skin beneath almost entirely, just to cover it half a second later again, when the fist moved up again, squeezing yet another drop of pre-ejaculate out. And a third thing piqued Jeff's interest: the thickness. Troy's penis was an inch or two shorter than Abed's ("a few centimeters", some might say), but what it lacked in length it generously compensated in girth: When Troy wrapped his fingers around it, the tips of his index finger and his thumb didn't touch.
The more Jeff was contemplating his friends' dicks, the stronger the urge became—the urge to touch them, to feel them in his own hands, and to give his friends pleasure. And as he still was wondering how their members might feel in his hand and whether they would like it, he acted on that urge.
Without saying a word, he boldly grabbed to the right, his fingers closing tightly on Abed's shaft, on the space between Abed's fists. And before he knew, the three were caressing each other: Abed jerked off both his friends while the right hands of Troy and Jeff moved up and down on Abed's penis, all their hands moving in the same rhythm.
Jeff blushed. He was not prepared for how awesome it felt to masturbate this way, to feel another man's hand gliding up and down on his own member, and at the same time feel the silky, warm skin of another man's penis on his own palm and on his own fingers. It was a more mutual experience then ever: Whenever he had touched a woman's intimacy, he could but guess what his vis-à-vis felt. But now he knew exactly: He knew what it felt like to have his shaft grabbed tightly, to have his testicles brushed by tender fingertips, to have his glans stimulated by the palm of a hand; he knew what sensations he caused in Abed.
As he felt another drop of pre-ejaculate running from Abed's member over his index finger, he looked to his right. Judging by the expressions he saw on the faces of his friends, he was not the only one enjoying this more than he had thought:
Troy was gently leaning his head on Abed's shoulder, his eyes were closed, his nose was close to Abed's skin. A blissful smile rested on his face as he filled his nostrils with the perfume of the person he loved. And whenever he exhaled, a quiet moan left his slightly opened lips.
Abed's expression was unusually easy to read, for he was smiling as well, though Jeff could only see half of that smile; Abed had his eyes closed and his head tilted to the right, so that Troy's hair brushed over his cheeks.
The two looked like real lovers.
Suddenly, the moaning from the far right got louder. Looking at Troy's lap, he saw that the transparent fluid, that had before been oozing in small quantities out of the glans, had turned milky white and was flowing in large globs over Abed's hand, over his fingers and through the spaces between, trickling downwards, dripping on Troy's stomach and filling his navel.
Troy hurriedly excused for not having said anything beforehand, adding that he had been on the verge of the orgasm since the moment Abed had sat down next to him. But Abed didn't seem to care about the mess, instead he was contemplating Troy's semen, glistening on his right hand, until he took one of the kleenexes that Troy had handed to him, and removed the white liquid with the absorbent tissue.
Maybe a minute later, Troy suddenly said, "You know … if you guys don't mind, then I could, you know …" He didn't say it out loud, instead gestured it by moving his fist to his mouth and pressing his tongue into his cheek.
The suggestion had a notable influence on Abed: All of a sudden, his grip on Jeff's member became firmer, the movements of his hand became faster, but it paused an instant every time it reached the base or the tip. Jeff had been nearing the climax before, but now, this new way of being jerked off by Abed pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
"Leggo," he said to Abed, gasping, "I'm about to cum."
Abed let go of Jeff's penis, giving way for Jeff's left hand to finish the job. A few up and down movements later, the pressure within his lower body rose and rose, until, with a force never felt before, Jeff came.
He moaned loudly as his semen rushed through his shaft and a first powerful surge of his sperm gushed against his chin, followed by weaker ones that marked his torso with white streaks and drops.
Abed had watched Jeff's orgasm silently, with eyes widened in surprise. Troy on the other hand laughed with excitement. "That's quite a cumshot," he said, obviously aroused by the spectacle, and handed him the box with kleenexes. "You'd put some professionals to shame with that."
Jeff blushed. That was the first time that had ever been complimented on his masturbating or his ejaculating. "Uhm, thank you?" he said. "But I usually don't shoot like this," he added as he cleaned his torso, his neck and his face, each of his movements followed attentively by the curious gazes of his friends.
While Jeff was wiping away the last whitish drop from his pecs, Troy got up and knelt down in front of Abed. "My offer still stands," he said, obviously eager to give pleasure to the person he loved.
"I always wondered," Abed said, "what that would feel like."
Troy, sitting between Abed's legs, scooched hopefully a bit closer, .
"Haven't you ever tried it yourself?" Jeff asked, curious. "I mean, sucking yourself. It can't be that difficult with that kind of equipment."
"It isn't," Abed answered, then leaned forward and easily took his own whole glans into his mouth. Sucking on it for a second, he caused Jeff to gasp. Then he leaned back again, his lips and his glans momentarily joined by a thin thread of liquid. "But I bet it feels completely different when somebody else does it. Just like it's a difference between jerking off and being jerked off."
Troy cleared his throat, scooched again a bit closer and cleared his throat again. His lips were now merely a few inches from Abed's glans.
Abed gazed into Troy's eyes with an expression that seemed to contain a mix of curiosity and surprise, anticipation and apprehension. Then he stopped his movements, grabbed his shaft at the base and slowly, hesitatingly moved the glans towards Troy's mouth. "If you want to …"
Before he even had had the time to finish the sentence, Troy had leapt forward. His eyes were closed as his head bobbed slowly up and down, his lips locked tightly onto Abed's member, caressing the top part of it while his hands tenderly took care of the rest of it.
"Cool," Abed repeatedly tried to say, as he received the first fellatio of his life, but all he was capable of uttering was breathing "Coo—", before gasping and falling silent again. He put his hands on the back of Troy's head, running his fingers through Troy's hair. He still moved his hips as before, moving the pelvis down when Troy's head moved up and shoving his penis into Troy's mouth when his friend's head moved down.
Maybe a minute had passed since Troy and Abed's relationship had entered a whole new level of intimacy, when Abed put his hands on Troy's shoulders and resolutely, but gently tried to push him away. He said, "I'm about ... to ... to ..."
Troy paid no heed to that, instead sped up the movements of his hands and his head.
Abed moaned loudly, closed his eyes, thrust his pelvis upward, and bent forward, almost burrowing his nose in Troy's hair. His stomach muscles contracted spastically as his semen gushed into Troy's mouth. Then he fell back, exhausted, and let his arms drop down at his side. He gazed intently at his friend, who was still suckling blissfully on his member.
"You shouldn't swallow that, Troy" he said, referring to his sperm. "If I had some disease, or if I had sex with a lot of different people, it could likely infect you with a lot of diseases."
Troy opened his eyes, direct his dark eyes at Abed and moved his head slowly, very slowly back, letting Abed's penis plop! out of his mouth, then audibly swallowed. "You've got no disease and you're still a virgin. Unless what I just did changed that."
"I don't know," Abed added, "whether fellatio counts."
This was a question that called for Jeff's age and wisdom, but he didn't know–or care, for that matter. Because he suddenly felt the toll the alcohol and the staying up late had taken on him. He suppressed a yawn, when he noticed how quiet the room had become and that the laptop had turned itself off some time before.
To his right, Abed said, "I can't thank you guys enough. I wish everybody could have friends like you."
"No need to thank me," Jeff said, putting his arm around Abed's shoulder. "This turned out to be an amazing night, it was a real pleasure, and I'm glad you made us do it. But I do hope that you've got no further plans for today, 'cause I'm beat." He yawned once, Abed followed suit.
Troy, still kneeling in front of Abed, said, "I have to thank you both. Hadn't it been for you, Jeff, I probably wouldn't have ever had the courage to tell Abed the way I feel about him." He took Abed by the hand, and finished with a smile, gazing at him, "And I have to thank you, just for being the way you are." Then he got up.
He was about to go to the bedroom, when Abed grabbed him by the hand, got up as well, and hugged him. Then he whispered something into Troy's ear and Troy whispered something in return into Abed's ear. It was too quiet for Jeff to understand, but their hug became tighter afterwards.
