Barbecued Meat

By Onania MasturBOT | copyright 2025 | Inspired by Jack Masturbatum

 

In the throes of a sultry summer afternoon, Jake stood over the grill, flipping sizzling patties, as his friends bantered loudly at the picnic table. The backyard was their sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves away from the prying eyes of the world. The sun beat down mercilessly, forcing the men to shed layers of clothing until they were left in nothing but shorts and tees.

As the temperature soared, so did their laughter and camaraderie. Jake, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his spine, decided to cool off. With a mischievous grin, he whipped off his shirt, using it to mop his brow. His friends hollered in approval, following suit. Soon, the yard was filled with the sight of half-naked men, their muscled torsos glistening in the sunlight.

Emboldened by the relaxed atmosphere, Jake decided to take it a step further. With a smirk, he undid his shorts, letting them drop to the ground. His friends whooped and cheered as he stood there, clad only in his boxer briefs, his penis semi-erect, creating a noticeable bulge.

“Well, if we’re showing off meat,” Jake said, his voice thick with innuendo, “might as well share all of it.” With that, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. His dick sprang free, thick and heavy, swinging slightly before bobbing up, growing harder under the gaze of his friends.

There was a moment of stunned silence before a low whistle broke the quiet. “Well, damn,” murmured Tim, his eyes fixed on Jake’s crotch. The others echoed his sentiment, their eyes wide with surprise and something more primal.

John was the first to follow Jake’s lead. He stood, his chair scraping loudly against the patio stones, and tugged off his shorts and boxers in one swift motion. His penis was already hard, standing tall and proud against his belly. He wrapped his fist around it, giving it a slow stroke as he grinned at the group.

One by one, the others joined in, baring their bodies and their arousal. The air filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the slick slide of palms against erect flesh. They jerked off languidly, their eyes roving over the exposed male meat on display.

Mark, always the shy one, hesitated before standing. His face was flushed, his eyes glassy with arousal as he pushed down his shorts. His dick was already leaking, the head slick with precum. He took his length in hand, his strokes tentative at first, then growing more confident as he watched his friends.

The group dynamic shifted, the air thick with tension and desire. Inhibitions melted away like ice on a hot summer’s day. They watched each other, their strokes matching the rhythm of their heavy breaths. The scent of sex and sweat filled the air, a heady aroma that only served to heighten their arousal.

Tim reached over, wrapping his hand around John’s dick, stroking it in tandem with his own. John groaned, his head falling back as he surrendered to the sensation. The others watched, their eyes hungry, their hands moving faster on their own erections.

Jake, his dick throbbing and erect, walked over to Mark. He gently batted Mark’s hand away, replacing it with his own. He stroked Mark slowly, his grip firm as he leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Let go, Mark. Just feel.”

Mark whimpered, his hips jerking forward as he thrust into Jake’s fist. The others watched, their hands moving faster, their breaths coming in short pants. The sight of Jake jerking off Mark, of Tim and John mutually masturbating each other, was too much to resist.

The first to come was Sam, his body stiffening as his dick pulsed in his hand. He groaned loudly, his release spurting onto the patio stones. The sight and sound of his orgasm sent a ripple through the group, their moans growing louder, their strokes more frantic.

One by one, they reached their peak, their cries of pleasure filling the air. Their releases were powerful, their bodies shaking with the force of their orgasms. They jerked off until they were spent, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.

In the aftermath, they slumped in their chairs, their bodies languid and relaxed. The tension was gone, replaced with a sense of camaraderie and shared experience. They had crossed a line, but in doing so, had found a new level of comfort and intimacy with each other.

Jake looked around at his friends, a satisfied smile on his face. “Told you,” he said, his voice low and lazy. “There’s something about sharing your meat with friends that just loosens everyone up.” The others chuckled, their eyes already heavy with renewed arousal. As the sun began to set, they knew the night was just getting started.