My Childhood Best Friend Wanted To Show Me His Dirty Magazine, And Maybe Something More…?[Contest Image 11][Gay Awakening][Mutual Masturbation][Simultaneous Handjobs][Blowjob][Stardew Valley Inspired]
This story was inspired by Image 11 for the July 2026 Image Contest.
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I move my fingers along my electric keyboard occasionally playing a chord or two hoping to come up with some fresh song ideas that I can show my band at our next rehearsal. But I’m not having much luck. I think I’m a pretty solid player, but songwriting is certainly not my strong suit. Most of our songs tend to come from my other two bandmates, but I still like to try and contribute.
As I continue noodling around, I can hear the house phone ring upstairs. It sounds off a couple times before someone picks it up. I try to keep focused on the music but ultimately grow frustrated and slam my head on the keys, creating a loud dissonant clang.
After a few seconds I lift my face up and turn away from the keyboard just in time to hear two quick raps on my upstairs door and my mother call out, “Sebby! Sam’s on the phone! Come talk to him please!”
“One second!” I yell back. I press the power button on my keyboard and stand up off of the chair.
I slowly make my way upstairs. I step down the hall and towards the kitchen where I find my mom chopping vegetables. At the corner of the room, I see our red, wired phone receiver placed on the corner of the counter. I walk over to it, pick it up, and hold it to my ear.
“Hello,” I say into the phone.
“Yooooooooo! Are you home tonight?” Sam asks, almost yelling.
“Isn’t that obvious?”
“I just wanted to make sure. I’ve got something to show you!” he exclaims excitedly.
“What is it?” I ask flatly.
“I can’t tell you. It’s better if you see it in person. So can I come over or what?”
“Sure. You can come.”
“Is he going to be eating dinner with us?” my mom asks loudly from the other side of the kitchen.
“My mom wants to know if she needs to feed you.”
“Yes please!” he responds.
“He says yes!” I call over to her.
“Got it!” she says as she continues preparing the meal.
“Alright dude! Well I’ll grab some stuff and be there in a jif!”
“Alright man. See you soon.”
I put the receiver back on the hook and take a seat at the kitchen table, knowing that he lives just down the road and should be here in a couple minutes. I pick up a newspaper that my dad left and begin skimming the articles.
Before long I hear the front door to our house open and the sound of his heavy booted footsteps stomping down the hall. “Helloooooo everybody!” he exclaims as he walks into the kitchen with his guitar case in hand. He’s dressed in his favorite denim jacket. His hair is spiked up straight on his head. “What’s for dinner, mom?”
“Hello Sam! We WERE going to have a lovely fruit salad for dinner, but instead of picking up actual fruit from the store SOMEONE decided to only grab tomatoes!” she says loud enough for her voice to carry down the hall to my dad’s workroom.
“TOMATOES ARE FRUITS!” my father screams back pretentiously.
“When someone asks for fruit, they are not expecting a tomato! It doesn’t matter how it’s classified scientifically!” she explodes.
“Should have been more specific then!” he taunts.
My mother exhales frustratedly, looks at Sam, holds up her chopping knife, and under her breath whispers jokingly, “I’m going to kill that man!” Sam bursts out laughing. She rolls her eyes and puts down the knife. “But to answer your question, we will be having chili tonight.”
“That sounds great,” Sam replies with a smile.
This is how things work. Sam has been my best friend for longer than I can remember. We are constantly spending time with each other. Whether that be here, or at his house, or at school, or band practice, or wherever else in our little town that we decide to hang out. We’re practically inseparable.
“Did you say that you had something to show me?” I ask him.
“Oh! You’re right! Let’s go to your room!” he says excitedly.
“You better not be getting up to trouble!” my mom says threateningly.
“No no. It’s nothing like that. I’ve just got some band stuff that I want to show him,” he says as he taps his fingers on his guitar case. “We save all the illegal stuff for when we go to Abi’s house,” he says with a smile as he turns to walk down the hall. I follow closely behind.
“That better be a joke!” my mom yells at us.
“It might be!” he retorts jokingly.
“Hey! And no snacking down there! Don’t ruin your appetite before dinner!” she screams.
“Yes ma’am,” we both call back in unison.
We walk back through the hall and to the stairs to my room in the basement. As we step into the door to my room, Sam quickly shuts it and locks it behind us. I squint at him curiously. He normally doesn’t make an effort to do that. “Are you sure we aren’t doing anything illegal?” I ask.
We continue down the stairs and he carries the guitar case over to the couch along the side wall of my room and sets it down. “It’s not illegal. I wouldn’t even say it’s bad per se.” He walks over to the shelf where I keep my radio and turns it on, playing one of our favorite CDs. “But I do think it requires a bit of subtlety,” he replies with a devilish smirk before walking back to the sofa.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask genuinely baffled.
“Come over here and I’ll show you,” he instructs, gently tapping the cushion next to him. I roll my eyes and walk over to sit next to him. “Now close your eyes.”
“Seriously?” I respond.
“Yes dude! Seriously. Do it! You’re gonna love it!”
“Whatever,” I mutter before closing my eyes.
“No peeking!”
“I’m not!”
I can soon hear the sound of him unclasping his guitar case. I can feel his weight shift as he leans forward to grab something. “Alright. You can open your eyes in 3…2…1…Check it out!”
I open my eyes and am immediately shocked by what he’s showing me. “Whoa!” I let out inadvertently.
“Right? It’s awesome huh?”
Awesome is certainly a word, but maybe not the one that I would choose. What is now sitting only inches away from my face is a magazine. On its cover is a close up of a woman’s midsection, from her belly button down to her just above her knees. She is wearing only a pair of skimpy red panties and appears to be rubbing her pussy through the fabric of them. Across the top in all caps is the name of the magazine. ‘BUSTLER’
I struggle to form a thought as I gaze at the basically naked woman on the page before me. I had always heard that these sort of magazines existed, but had never actually gotten my hands on anything like it. Our town is very small, and isn’t really open to having things like this. And even if you could find it here, everybody would find out about it.
“W-where did you find this?” I stutter nervously.
“In my dad’s room. He must have brought it back when he was on leave and left it when he went back on duty,” he explains as he opens the cover.
As he begins flipping through the pages my jaw drops. Inside the magazine, the pictures become more and more graphic. Instead of just seeing a woman in her panties, the women are suddenly fully nude. Their breasts, and asses, and vaginas are fully on display. Some of the women are just posing. Some are touching themselves. But as we get further into it, there are images of women having full blown sex with men and women alike.
I try to hold my composure and ask “Aren’t you worried he’ll find out that you took it?”
“I’ll just put it back before he gets back to the States and he’ll never know. So for now we can sit back and enjoy.”
I feel paralyzed from the shock of what I’m seeing. “W-what are we supposed to do with it?”
“Well, I know what I’m gonna do with it,” he says confidently.
He uses his free hand to reach down and unbutton and unzip his jeans. He sets the magazine onto my lap before standing up and removing them completely. His erect cock springs out from his body.
Holy shit!
He sits back down on the couch and snatches the magazine from my lap before wrapping his hand around his cock.
“Dude!” I exclaim.
“What?!?”
“You’re fucking naked!”
“Yeah, so?” he says unphased. “We’ve been friends since we were babies. You’ve seen me naked plenty of times.”
“Yeah, but never like…that,” I reply sheepishly as my eyes are drawn to the thick, throbbing member between his legs.
“I guess, but it’s fine dude. We’re buddies. We can do stuff like this together,” he says confidently.
“I don’t know. Isn’t this…kinda…weird?”
“It doesn’t have to be. But if it really bothers you, I can put it away and we can forget this ever happened and I can just enjoy it by myself later,” he offers.
I look past the magazine full of naked girls and focus only on my friend’s dick and the way that he slowly works his hand up and down it. I feel a stirring in my groin. My cock starts to grow erect. And before I know it a response escapes my mouth. “We-we can keep looking.”
“Atta boy! Now are you gonna join me or what?” he asks.
I gasp suddenly, realizing what it is that he’s asking me. He looks at me with expecting eyes. Almost without thought I feel myself rise from the couch. I unfasten my skinny, black jeans and lower them down to my ankle, freeing my erection.
“There we go!” Sam cheers excitedly.
I sit back down and start to stroke myself in unison with him. We do so for the next couple of minutes. He occasionally flips pages and makes remarks about the various women strewn across the pages of the magazine. “Look at that. Isn’t she so hot?” To which I respond with some generic agreement or acknowledgement.
But though I’m supposed to be enjoying the contents of the pages between us my eyes find themselves fixed just beyond them on my best friend’s cock gripped within his palm. I try to fight off staring at him by forcing my eyes to stare at the beautiful, naked women, but each time that I do I feel an overpowering pull drawing me back to it. The longer that I stare the more worried thoughts run through my mind.
What am I doing? Stop staring at his dick! There’s hot chicks with big tits right in front of me and that’s what I’m looking at? You shouldn’t be doing this! You like girls! Right?
But as I continue watching him slowly working up the length of his shaft the thoughts begin to shift.
God his cock looks so nice. So long and so thick. It looks absolutely massive compared to mine. God he can barely fit it in his hands. It must feel so…nice and heavy. I wonder…
Before I can even realize it I feel my hand closest to him extends out towards him desperate to have a feel of him. But as I raise my wrist I come in contact with the pages and inadvertently lift them up.
“Ummmmm. Whatcha reaching for Seb?” he asks calmly.
I gasp in a panic. “Nothing…it was…I just…” I stutter out trying to come up with some excuse but ultimately give up. “I’m sorry.”
He smirks kindly. “You’re okay man. No worries.” The pressure in my chest eases. He seems genuinely unphased. He must think it was an accident. I smile back at him shyly. He sets the magazine down between us before asking, “Do you…Do you want to…touch it?”
My eyes widen as I stare into his face. He glances down to his dick and back up to me. My jaw opens to speak, but I can’t get a word out. I can see him notice my discomfort. He holds up his hands and blurts out. “But not if you don’t want to! I mean, it just seemed like you had…taken an interest.”
“I swear I wasn’t trying to grab you,” I respond defensively.
“Even before that though,” he replies. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seemed like you spent most of your time looking at my dick rather than the pictures.” I feel myself start to blush in embarrassment and turn away shamefully. “But that’s fine though. I don’t mind. I promise.” He pauses for a moment. “In fact, I sort of…liked it.”
I glance back at him not believing what he had just said. “Y-you did?”
He chuckles. “Yeah man! Who doesn’t like to be admired?” I giggle softly. “So…do you want to?” he asks, leaning back, prominently displaying his still rock hard erection.
My heart leaps in my chest. “It won’t be weird?” I ask tentatively.
“Maybe a little,” he concedes. “But weird can be good.”
I stare into his eyes and can feel the warmth of his invitation. The nerves in me are still present, but are silent as I nod my head to accept his offer.
“Go ahead. Grab it,” he says softly.
I move my hand over to him slowly. My heart begins to race wildly. I gently wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft and lightly squeeze it in my palm. I exhale sharply as I feel his warm flesh on my skin. I instinctively start to stroke him up and down, never breaking eye contact with his dick.
He lets out a soft moan as I pump him. Hearing that fills me with excitement from actually getting to give pleasure to him. I want to more. But keep a slow steady pace to savor the moment.
“Well? How is it?” Sam asks with a knowing smile plastered across his face.
I let out a nervous chuckle, before turning to face him. “Dude, you’re fucking huge!” I let out.
He laughs. “Ha ha yeah. I guess I am. Is that a problem?”
“No, of course not,” I respond instantly. “It’s…nice. I’m maybe feeling a bit insecure, but otherwise I like it.”
“Don’t feel insecure. Yours is nice too,” he says attempting to comfort me.
I feel myself starting to blush. “Th-thanks.”
As I continue stroking up and down his shaft I see him lift his hand off of the couch between us and move it toward me. I inhale sharply and look at his face. He has a welcoming smile. “May I?” he asks, gesturing to my dick.
I nod my head nervously. I watch as he extends his fingers to wrap them around the base of my shaft. As I feel his skin against mine a shockwave of pleasure shoots through me causing me to release a sigh of excitement.
“Does that feel okay?” he asks as he lightly pumps my dick.
“Y-yeah…” I stutter out. “A-am I doing okay?”
“You’re doing great,” he says softly but firmly.
Hearing him say that with the husk of his voice, arouses me in a way that I’ve never felt before. I look over to Sam. I feel his hand massaging me as I do the same for him in unison. As I stare into his eyes, I can’t believe this is happening. My best friend for as long as I can remember is here with me, jerking each other off. And what’s even stranger is that he’s a guy. I would have never thought that this is something that I’d enjoy. Or maybe I would have, and I just never let the thoughts persist.
A couple minutes pass and I can tell that he is growing more excited. His strokes become faster and his breaths grow heavy. Every once in a while he lets out a low groan signifying that he’s enjoying my touch. I keep pace with him, matching his movements.
“Oh fuck, Seb! You’re gonna make me cum,” he growls out at me.
Without a thought a command escapes my lips. “Do it. Cum for me, Sam.”
As I tell him that I watch him throw his head back and and grunt uncontrollably. After another few strokes, I can feel his cock pulse in my hand as he ejaculates. Long strings of white semen shoot from the tip of his dick onto my bedroom floor. His grip on my cock becomes tighter as he loses control to pleasure. I can see him begin to twitch as he is filled with orgasmic euphoria.
He pants heavily and his dick begins to soften in my hand. I release him as he recovers. After a few seconds he turns to me and tells me. “That was…that was awesome,” he says with a chuckle.
I smile. “Thanks,” I reply, not really knowing what else to say.
He looks down to my crotch. He softens his grip and continues stroking me. “Are you getting close?”
“Yeah. I think so,” I respond.
“Would you mind if I tried something?” he asks.
“Uhhhh…sure,” I answer timidly.
I watch a smile form on his face as he removes his hand from my cock. He quickly moves off of the couch onto the floor and positions himself in front of me. “W-what are you doing?”
He smirks. “What? You’ve never had your dick sucked before?” My heart leaps in my chest as I shake my head no. “Well in that case, would you let me be your first?”
My heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest. I’m becoming increasingly nervous, but through that I manage to offer a response. I timidly nod my head yes.
“Excellent,” Sam says with a glimmer in his eye.
He moves closer between my legs. He once again grasps the base of my penis, but now leans forward and begins to lick around the tip. The warmth and wetness of his tongue immediately eases my tenseness. I watch as he presses the flat part of his tongue onto my dick and drags it around leaving a thin layer of shining saliva coating my cock.
Once thoroughly lubricated, he begins stroking me once again. But now with the extra slickness of his spit he is able to glide up and down me easier, making it feel even better. I lie back on the couch watching him as he stares closely at my dick, seemingly exploring it, utterly fascinated, until all of a sudden, he dips his head forward, opening his mouth wide to accept my cock.
As he takes my head between his lips, I am immediately met with the sudden intense pleasure of his hot, wet mouth. “Holy shit!” I let out inadvertently.
He sucks on the tip lightly before pulling himself back off of me making a slurping sound and causing me to flinch. “It’s good, huh?” he says confidently as he strokes me.
“Y-yeah. It’s great,” I reply.
“Good. Well get ready for more.”
He quickly returns my dick into his mouth and continues sucking. He bobs his head up and down my shaft getting deeper and deeper. I watch him as he rocks in and out, losing himself to the process of giving me pleasure, closing his eyes as he focuses.
The sensation of his warmth encompassing me fills me with ecstasy. I can feel a pressure building quickly within me. I feel like I’m going to burst. “S-Sam…” He looks up to me. I’m about to finish,” I try to warn him.
I look down into his bright blue eyes staring back at me. I can tell that he’s heard me but still he continues sucking me. Increasing in speed and depth, all while maintaining eye contact, with a stare silently giving me permission to let go.
After only a few more plunges into his mouth, I can’t hold back any longer. My hips thrust forward as I release my load into my friend’s mouth. He keeps his lips locked around me as I squirt my fluids into the back of his throat.
Once I finish I am left feeling as though all of the pressure in my body has released. A rush of euphoria has washed over me. And I melt back peacefully into the couch. Sam pulls his mouth off of me slowly, making me quiver uncontrollably.
Once my dick has been fully removed from his mouth, he looks up to me and says. “Dude! What the hell?” I look at him confused wondering if I had angered him. “Dinner is almost ready! You’re gonna ruin my appetite!” he exclaims feigning annoyance before winking knowingly.
I let out a relieved laugh. He stands up off of his knees and sits down next to me on the couch. He lets his hand fall and land on the top of my thigh as he traces little circles into my skin. His touch continues to give me goosebumps.
We hear a loud knock on the door upstairs followed by a loud exclamation. “Boys! Dinner’s ready!”
I look over to Sam. “Speak of the devil…” he says. Lost in a sea of new feelings and sensations, we gaze into each other’s eyes. “We should probably head up. I think your dad has put your mom in a stabby mood. It’s probably best that we avoid her wrath.”
I chuck almost inaudibly and respond with a single word, wishing to say more, but not knowing what.
“Yeah…”
We both stand up and pull on all of our clothes before rushing up the stairs to eat with my family.
The End.
Posted Jul 10, 2026, 7:28 PM UTC