It started with 3 of us. My friend Joel who had moved here over the summer from the swamps of "Weesianna" had a "contest" that he showed us.  We were all 13. His contest was called a "circle jerk". You take a dirty mag & put it on the ground with some sweet pictures showing.  The a group of guys (looking at the pictures of course), see who can empty their balls first.  It was against my gut feelings as to the morality of it -- but since I wasn't look'n at the dirty pictures -- I justified it in my mind. What I was looking at (out of the corner of my eye) was the bodies, balls & expressions of my buddies as they tried to rub one out. Those images beat the ones in the dirty mag hands down.  I figured out that if a group of guys were willing to do that in front of other guys -- that they'd be willing to do other things too -- especially when alone with another guy. I planned to be that guy.

At 14, I'd built up my nerve to try & made some plans. I was still undefeated in the "jerkcircle". Go figure. At this time - there were 9 guys who'd done the jerkcircle with us.  Some were fairly regular & I had the feeling that most weren't only look'n at the dirty pictures. One of the circlejerkers was a guy named Greg.  He was dark-complected & hunky from working on his parents farm all the time.  He was uncut - which was odd, being an area where most guys were cut because of all the churchianity.  I decided to make that my subject of discussion when the time was right.

I invited Greg over for a weekend visit soon into our Freshman year.  Most of the day - we hung out with other guys who lived nearby & even had the jerkcircle meeting.  I won - as usual.  Hey, when you're standing in a group of guys with maturing bods - & no body fat from testosterone & metabolism; -- & you're looking at guys desperately trying to get-off ... well, that image will get ya off.  It did me.  Anyway, the sun eventually went down & Greg & I ended up back at my place.  My bedroom was in the remodeled attic.  It was pretty warm up there at this time of year - so after we showered, Greg & I sat around shirtless in sweat shorts watching TV.  There was nothing on, so I shut it off & asked him if he minded if I asked him so "kinda personal" questions.

He said "OK", so I locked the door & shut the light off -- all except the little night light at the head of my bed.  In a soft voice I told him that he was the 1st uncut guy I'd ever noticed at the 'Circle" ... and because I thought it looked kinda "awesome" - if it felt different than cut guys.  He thought & then said he didn't know because he'd never been cut - to know if there was a difference.  "Have you ever been 1-on-1 with a guy from the circle?", I asked. (THAT IS THE QUESTION).

"No...what do you mean?", he replied.

"1-on-1 is another kind of contest. It feels a lot better than the circle - if you can believe that...", I answered.  Greg was hooked.

"Better than THAT!?", he whispered in an excited tone?  "What is it?"

"It's called PhROT. Only good friends do it.  First one to cumm - loses though.  Instead of trying to get yourself off -- you concentrate on your opponent -- & you can't use your hands to jack him."

"Whaaaa?  How do you get the guy to shoot if you can't jack him?", Greg asked in an astonished whisper.

"Phrot...", I answered. "And it feels better than anything else on the planet...which is why the guy who lasts longer is the winner in this contest." 

"How do we do it?", Greg asked in a shaky tone.  I shut the nightlight off.

"Kick your shorts off, bro...", I whispered - putting a hand on his shoulder as I used my free hand to strip mine off.  Greg slowly slipped out of his shorts & a minute or so later- was sitting beside me in the dark, nude.  I could hear him swallow hard.  "Little nervous?", I asked.

"Yeah ... little bit...", he answered.

"Just chill bro...", I said as I began to softly scratch his upper back. "You're my buddy ... I'd never hurt ya or disrespect ya... You know that.  Hey - just lay down & relax some before we start..."  I gently pulled Greg's torso back toward the mattress.  He reclined onto his back & swung his leg & feet around up onto the bed.  I laid down beside him & pulled a sheet up over us.  I shifted the light scratching to his neck & head & slid my other arm under his neck - so that I was laying on my side beside him.  Gradually, I let my fingertips move lower onto his torso & then onto his bare hips & down onto his fatless, & slightly hairy- muscular guy legs.  He groaned softly.  "Beginning to get hard yet - think'n about how it's gonna feel?", I asked

"Yeah...almost too much...", he answered.

"Really?", I queried.  "Can I feel what an uncut feels like?", I asked.

"OK...", Greg whispered followed by a swallow.  I slid my hand over to his midsection under the sheet & found a solid 7" pole covered with soft pliable foreskin.  His dickhead was beginning to crawl out of the end already.  As I slowly moved my fingers along it's length - Greg moaned as twitches radiated along the shaft & without warning - it got bigger & harder in a matter of seconds as Greg gasped:

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna...", he began - but knowing what he was going to say, I began to slow stroke his foreskin back & forth as he arched his back & his breathing began to get uneven as he began to pant!

"It's OK ... totally a guy reflex.  Just let yourself go, bro...", I gently reassured him as I gently stroked him in time with each powerful contraction along his length - that shot sticky streamers of cumm onto his belly & the sheet that was over us.  He shot for almost a minute - at the end of which he took several deep breaths relaxing into the feeling of release.

"Guess you won that round...", he said.

"No ... it's a draw because I had my hand on your equipment.", I replied.  He was quiet for almost another minute.

"Why does it feel so much more intense when it's not my hand?", Greg asked.

I thought: "Probably for the same reason it's hard to tickle yourself -- but someone else can do it easily.", I reasoned out loud.

"Wow...that makes perfect sense...", Greg replied. "So do you want to do the contest now?"

"What - after you just blew your wad?", I grinned. "Fat chance I'd have!"

Greg chuckled quietly. "We should change this sheet...", he commented.  I slid it off from us.

Looking at Greg's naked silhouette in the dimness I commented on how mature he was for his age. 

"You too", he replied.  I used the corner of the sheet to sponge up the mess from his torso & then let it slide completely to the floor.  I began to scratch his shoulders & head again. The feeling plastered him & he drifted off to sleep as I massaged his studly bod.  After he was out, I discretely reached to the floor & got the sheet by the corner.  With Greg still out, I positioned his right hand at my dick level -- with his fingers gently curled around my hard-on.  Just a couple of sleeping squeezes from him put me over the top as I shot all over the sheet.  I wiped myself off & let the sheet go again.  Resuming my gentle scratching on his body, I soon fell asleep myself. 

I awoke at about 3AM.  The room was quite a bit cooler now & I sat up to get a thin blanket.  Greg stirred some but didn't awaken as I covered us both.  Laying there beside him in the raw, I put an arm around him & coaxed him to roll toward me.  In his sleep, he complied.  Soon, he was half-draped over me. With a little more gentle prodding, he was pec2pec, navel2navel with me - both of his legs together - down between mine (which were spread slightly) so that his knees rested on the mattress - allowing me to wrap my lower legs around the back of his.  Slowly wiggling into place, I soon was comfortable under his weight as I caressed the feel of his naked body & enjoyed the feel of all that skin against skin. 

At about 3:30 AM, I felt a strong throb beside my dick as his came to life.  Greg's arms were tighter against my upper body & he was breathing faster. 

"This is PhROT...", I whispered in his ear.

"It feel so freak'n awesome...", he answered. "My dick is totally out of my control, bro...", he continued.

"Don't move around...let it pop on it's own.", I instructed. "Lasts longest & feels best that way..."

Greg complied -- but over the next hour, -- things throbbed on their own & stiffened up without asking.  Soon, he began to groan deep sighs as his penis throbbed hard - getting close to spilling his seed all over me.  Mine was doing the same.  I was trying to think of anything else so I'd last longer.  Greg gasped as whisper: "I can't help it...I've gotta ...shhhhh".  His butt stiffened as his back arched & the hardness at out groins peaked.  One hard throb after another spilled warm Greg seed into the creases on my abs.  About 3 seconds after he began to shoot, I did too.  His overcome body writhed & stiffened in my hug as I held his arms & legs gently, - & using my penis to milk every last shot out of his.  Eventually he came back to earth.

"That was unbelievable!", he whispered.  "I could easily get use to losing when it feels that good!"

I smiled. "Told ya.!  Any time you want to dick-wrestle...lemme know."

"Do you think anyone would say this is 'gay'?", Greg asked with a worried timbre.

"Phags Phuck arse...", I explained. "Friends PhROT.  That's the difference.", I finished in a calm, sincere tone.

"That's a big difference when I think about it...", He replied.

"It's totally OK to luv on your buddies...", I began, "... as long as you don't ever disrespect them by treating them like a bitch or something."  The reasoning worked for Greg; -- & over time -- most of the guys who'd been in the jerkcircle too.  I had PhROT with so many guys in school that I know that Kinsey was right-on with his male/male numbers.  None were fags - always tough, even-keeled guys.  And we all shared this "connection" down deep. 

For years, I thought our school must have been an oddity ... but then I discovered the g0ys & it all suddenly fit into place.  I'd been right all along: "Phags Phuck Arse; -- but Friends PhROT!"

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