Summer After High School

[UROC1991]

Three weeks ago I graduated high school. It was rough... the end of an era and all. Of course, it was a terrible, miserable era. I was bullied, boyfriend-less, and generally un-cool for all four years. I have friends, of course. Not a big group that signifies the popular high schooler, but I was (kinda) happy with my few close friends that I’ll be leaving in the fall when I go off to college.

The events I’m chronicling here begin at 7 PM on a Thursday evening in early July, exactly three weeks to the hour after receiving my diploma at the center of our school football field. As a single 18-year-old male, I was doing what I usually do: masturbating.

It wasn’t anything special. I found this sweet video online of some amateur porn star trying to suck down this dick that was clearly too thick for him. He was working pretty hard on it though... very hot. Maybe it was mostly attractive because the guy looked a little bit like me: a white guy with shoulder length dark brown hair, light scruff on his face, lean, a little bit of muscle definition, and legs that looked strong and hairy as hell. As we’re getting close to the money shot, both his and mine, my phone starts buzzing.

Shit! I think. I grab my phone to see who’s calling, simultaneously wasting my peaking masturbatory session as well as this super hot video. It’s Michelle, typical. One of my four best friends in the world, but she never knows when to send a text instead of calling. I answer mostly out of guilt, I’d been ignoring her calls to hang out the last couple of days, so I might as well see what she has to say. Naked, erection slowly deflating, I pick up the phone.

“Hey, Michelle”

“Ricky! You answered for once! Cynthia and I are heading over to hang out with the twins, wanna join? We can pick you up on the way.”

“Uh...” Of course I was going with them, the five of us hang out almost constantly. Cynthia and ‘The Twins’ Jimmy and Will completed the “four best friends in the world” that Michelle is one of. But I had something else on my mind at the time. “Definitely. What time do you wanna pick me up?”

“Look outside!”

Shit! again. They’re already waiting for me and I’m totally naked. “Haha, I’ll be down in a sec,” I say, slamming my computer shut and jumping off of my bed. I pull on my boxers and jeans, throw on a t shirt, slide on my flip flops and head out. Halfway down the stairs I remember what I was doing. What if I have bed-head? Shit! and run I back up to grab a beanie.

I’m out of breath when I get outside to the car. It’s already almost dark from the incoming clouds. Michelle is in the passenger seat. Tall, blonde, okay face, way-better-than-okay chest. We dated freshman year for about a week before I came out of the closet. Now she’s dating Jimmy, but I don’t think it’s really that serious.

Cynthia’s driving, which makes sense. She has the nicest car, and she’s proud of it. It’s some cotton candy pink sports car. Very “I wish I was Barbie.” Cynthia’s also blonde, the shortest of our group at 5’5”, and relatively average looking. She’s single as far as I know (we don’t share EVERYTHING, not really), but I know she slept around quite a bit in high school. It’s weird even writing that sentence, “...in high school,” like it was so long ago. Oh, well, anyway...

We head out before I even have my seat-belt buckled after hopping over the door into the convertible’s back seat. Nicki Minaj is on the radio and we all do our best to sing/rap-along on the way to The Twins’ house. I guess I should give some background on them since I did everyone else...

Identical twins James and William Blake (neither a tennis player or a poet) are about as different as identical twins can be, and isn’t that how it always goes? Both stand at about 6’1” and are really cool people, and they get along surprisingly well for siblings in spite of (or perhaps due to) their differences. Jimmy works out, like, a lot, giving him abs, arms, and a huge chest to match his girlfriend’s. And his legs are just... whoa. Not gonna lie, he’s snuck into a few of my fantasies on cold solo nights. His natural blonde hair is cropped short and a little spiky, in stark contrast to his brother. Will dyes his hair black (so black it’s almost blue) and let’s it grow long over his eyes. He’s skinny and extremely proud of his bisexuality. It borders on annoying, but I think it’s funny. We always hang out at their house because their parents don’t care what we do, they’re almost never there anyhow.

We pull up to the house and hop out. Cynthia puts the top up on her convertible and we head straight into the house to avoid the approaching rainstorm. Seeing no one, we go directly to the basement, our usual hangout locale. Jimmy is there alone, in shorts and a tank-top, on the couch watching baseball with a beer in his hand. Without a word Michelle leaps over, sits on his lap, and kisses him. I’m not jealous. Cynthia and I sit down on either side of them and say hello. From the smell of it, this isn’t his first beer, but it’s the summer after high school: no judging.

We watch the Phillies try and learn to hit the ball for a few minutes when Will comes down the stairs to the basement. Sunglasses on, nose ring in, bong in hand, and a huge smile on his face, Will seems to be his usual self. “Hey guys! Wanna get high and watch a movie?” Obviously we do, so we sit in a circle, pass around Will’s bong, and chat.

2 bowls later we are lit. It’s a little excessive for us with the size of this bowl, but Will just picked up and he was feeling, I guess “gluttonous” would be the best word. We giggle a lot and finally decide we should pick a movie as thunder rolls outside.

“Something by Tarantino?” Jimmy suggests.

“No blood though, I’m not in the mood for blood. Has he made anything without a lot of blood?” Cynthia says. We think for a long time and can’t figure it out. We settle on “probably not” so we move on.

“A comedy?” I ask.

“Stoner comedy?” Jimmy suggests. “Like Dazed and Confused?”

“Don’t be a cliche,” Michelle this time.

“But that’s a good movie!”

“Don’t be cliche! It’s unbecoming.”

“Don’t say ‘unbecoming,’” is Jimmy’s last words before succumbing to another fit of giggling and trapping Michelle with him.

“How about Planet Earth? I have it on Blu-ray,” Will offers.

“No, I need more plot than that,” I counter. “How about horror? Horror’s great.”

“No, no blood,” Cynthia contests once again.

“Alright, what about a psychological horror?”

“No, I think I’m too stoned for that.”

“We can always just watch Parks and Rec on Netflix. I know that’s what we always do, but it’s a good standby.” And so we do. We laugh for what seems like hours before the first episode is even halfway through. Oh, that Leslie Knope gets me every time.

Suddenly, during the first episode, an alarmingly loud crack of thunder announces it’s presence directly above us and the power goes out in mid-guffaw. We sit there in silence for a few seconds as we slowly process what has happened.

“Well, I guess we won’t be watching anything else tonight,” Jimmy states the obvious. “Last time the power went out they didn’t get it back on for two days, so I guess we can forget anything that requires electricity.”

“So what do we do now?” Michelle asks.

Without missing a beat, Will has the solution. “Wanna smoke another bowl and dance around in the rain?” And so we do. We laugh and dance around in the downpour for maybe five minutes before getting soaked to the bone and too cold, so we go back inside. The neighbors probably thought we were crazy. Or high. They’d be right in both instances, I guess.

“That was fun... but now what?” Michelle asks again.

“Well, the three of us are gonna change out of these wet clothes,” Jimmy says.

“What about us?” Cynthia says. “It’s not fair that we have to be cold!”

“I guess you can change too. Michelle has some clothes up in my room, and Cathy [the twins’ older sister] is about your size. Is that okay?”

“Fine,” Cynthia tries to be pouty about having to wear somebody else’s clothes but fails. We’re having too good of a time.

I’m a little bit shorter than twins but I mostly fit into the clothes Will gives me to put on. Thin gym shorts and a too-big v-neck t-shirt. The ‘V’ goes halfway down my chest, exposing more hair than I’m typically comfortable with, I’m abnormally hairy for an 18 year old and I get weirdly embarrassed about it, but I figure it’s no big deal.

We go downstairs and Michelle and Cynthia are waiting for us in the basement. We sit around and eat cookies, trying to deal with how high we all are, when Michelle begins, “So...”

“...now what?” Jimmy cuts her off teasingly. “I don’t know, do you have any ideas?”

“We usually just watch something,” she replies.

“We could play truth or dare!” Cynthia proclaims. We never play truth or dare, but she seems like she always wants to.

“Or we could act a little bit less like fourteen year olds,” Will snaps.

“You guys never want to play truth or dare with me,” Cynthia whines.

“For good reason,” I add, but the mood is already turning towards playing.

“She has a point, she always asks us and we always turn her down. What’s the harm?” Jimmy says in her defense, in effect deciding for us.

“Okay,” I say, “I’ll play. But I’m not gonna like it!” I can’t hide the smile creeping into my face.

“Yay! I’ll start,” Cynthia declares. “Okaaaay, Ricky! Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I respond, already regretting my bending on my steadfast ‘no truth or dare’ policy.

“Which of the twins do you think is hotter? As in, which would you most want to bang?”

Fuck. How did this game get so serious so fast? Is it too early to try and deflect the question to get something easier? Yes. Don’t be a pussy. Just say Jimmy. It’s obviously Jimmy. Oh god, everyone is staring. My mind is already racing and I can feel myself blushing. I tell the truth but also try to give the most friendly answer.

“Well, since Will is bi, he gets points for liking penises, but Jimmy is pretty hot. Sorry man, but have you seen his abs?” This gets roars of laughter, Will looks shyly at the ground and Jimmy lifts up his shirt and gives me a ‘you want some of this?’ grin. All in all, disaster avoided deftly. Now it’s my turn.

“Jimmy, truth or dare?” I ask.

“Dare. Cuz I’m not a pussy,” he laughs in reply, looking me dead in the eyes.

“Crap, now I have to think of a good one. Hmmm.... okay, following up on our first prying question... I dare you to take off your shirt, and keep it off for the remainder of the game.”

“Pssht, thanks for the softball, fag,” he says and strips his shirt off in one quick motion. He flexes and my testicles throb in sad loneliness but I laugh along with everyone else. I can still have fun even if I’m hopelessly horny.

“Okay, my turn,” Jimmy says. “Michelle?”

“Dare. Because I’m not a pussy either.” I can’t tell if they are purposely shaming me, or if I’m just over-reacting. Probably the latter, I’m just being paranoid, most likely.

“Haha! I dare you to jerk me off in the bathroom.” The bathroom is right off of the main sitting area of the basement. It is notoriously not sound-proof.

“Are you serious?” Michelle asks, knowing full well the answer, and not really minding. But she has to put on a show so she doesn’t seem like a whore, I guess.

“Yes I’m serious. I’m really high, a little drunk, and I wanna get my rocks off. Sorry, but you did pick dare.”

“Alright,” she says. Then to the rest of us, “Sorry guys, we’ll be right back. This’ll be quick, though, don’t worry.” She laughs, we laugh, Jimmy doesn’t laugh, and she leads him off to the bathroom. An awkward silence settles over the room.

“So... this is weird,” I say.

“Yes it is,” Cynthia agrees.

“Do... we... listen? Is that, like, part of the dare?”

“Ew, no.”

“Yeah, let’s just keep talking, I don’t really want to listen to my brother getting a handjob,” Will chimes in.

“Okay, duh, sorry. Uh... sorry about the first truth thing, too, man. I hope you didn’t take it personally or anything,” I say.

“No, don’t worry about it. I mean, he’s a hunk and all, I get it. I guess if I wanted to look like that, I could, right? We have the same genetic make-up. You’re attracted to buff blondies, no big deal. That’s why he’s dating Michelle. She’s hot, he’s hot, I get it. I will be getting you back though. There will be punishment, just you wait.”

As he finishes speaking a loud moan escapes from the bathroom.

“Ewwwww, why is this happening?” Cynthia whines.

“This, my dear Cynthia, is why we never play truth or dare,” Will answers in a British accent. We all crack up at that, because it’s true. We’re afraid weird stuff like this is gonna happen. We keep laughing for about a minute, mostly due to Will’s funny voice. Over our laughing, we can hear Jimmy grunting, “Unh...unh...oh fuck... faster... fuck... FUCK...UNH, UNH, UNH, fuuuuuuuck,” and that makes us laugh even harder.

Finally, we hear the sink run as, I assume, Michelle washes her hands, and then the loving couple join us back in the circle on the floor. Jimmy looks very pleased with himself, a little bit of the light dusting of hair on his stomach is matted down. All together it took maybe three minutes from standing up to sitting back down.

Michelle finally breaks the silence that accompanies us staring at them, “Okay, Ricky. Truth or dare?” Obviously I have to say dare this time. I can’t be a pussy. Plus we have that stupid rule where you can’t say “truth” twice in a row. Goddamn, that’s such a stupid rule.

“Dare.”

“I dare you... to...” I wince, “make us all drinks!”

“Oh my god that is literally the worst dare ever!” Jimmy groans. He has a point, it’s a pretty terrible dare, but I can relax now, and I get up with a grin and go over to the bar in the corner. We’re lucky that the twins’ parents give no fucks about us drinking all their booze while we get high and do shameful things in their basement. While standing at the bar making two gin and tonics for the lovebirds, a rum and Coke for Will, a Cuba Libre for Cynthia because she has to be difficult about everything, and a strong White Russian for me, I get to my next task.

“So Will, you’ve been left out so far. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

I know what I’ve been meaning to ask him pretty much since this game started, so I waste no time. “There was a rumor going around in school for a few years and I never had the guts to come out and ask you about it. I overheard somebody in gym class one time say that you could suck your own dick. Is that true?”

 

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“Whoa,” Cynthia says. She quickly covers her mouth to prevent anything else from slipping out as the rest of us stare raptly at Will. He gives me a death glare.

“It’s true.”

“Holy shit dude, why did you never tell me this? That’s so fucking awesome!” His brother exclaims. Clearly this is big news.

“Wait, so you do this?” Michelle asks. She seems a little bit disgusted and a little worried.

“Yeah, it isn’t a big deal, it’s like masturbating,” Will defends himself.

“So, do you, like, just take care of yourself, completely hands free?” Cynthia’s curiosity is definitely piqued, and mine is too. I can’t help picturing Will bending over himself completely naked. There was no way I thought that the rumor was true, but I thought it would be cool to ask. Now I’m just glad that I can stand behind the bar and wait for my chubby to go down a little.

“Yeah, occasionally I like to just not use my hands at all,” Will says, seeming to act more ashamed as girls stare at him. They continue grilling him and I down my drink and make another, trying to do whatever I can to distract myself from the idea of Will sucking himself off.

“Can we stop talking about this at least until the next time I get truth? I’m starting to feel a little embarrassed thanks to asshole over here.” He gestures at me. “Okay. My turn. Ricky. Truth or dare.”

I know I can’t say dare. He’s already warned me that he’d be paying me back and now he has even more reason to! I’m probably in trouble either way, so I say, “truth.”

“Ah, scared are you? Well, you have good reason to be I guess. You’ve burned me twice now this evening.” I’m already feeling the alcohol go to my head, but I keep drinking pretty steadily. I’m scared. “There were rumors about you going around school too, you know. I heard that you’re hung like a horse. Is that true?”

I take another sip and stare at him intently. Angrily. He knows perfectly well that it’s true, and he knows that I’m a little embarrassed about it. I don’t like it when people pay a lot of attention to me, and this is about to bring me a lot of attention from my closest friend of a kind I don’t want. I take another sip and reply, “Well, that’s kind of a subjective term...”

Everyone is staring at me now as Will offers to rephrase the question. “Okay,” he says, “how about this? Exactly how big is your penis? I’m sure you’ve measured, so give us some numbers.”

I take another sip of my drink as everyone stares at me. I’ve never been this embarrassed before in my life. I can feel my face is flushed red with embarrassment and anger towards Will. No point in lying now tho, especially since he’s seen me naked. I can’t even lower the size to a reasonably normal amount without him calling my on it, so I put down my drink, sit down, and decide to go whole hog. “Ten inches long, when I’m hard.”

Cynthia gasps, Jimmy makes some profane exclamation, but I’m not really listening. I’m pissed and I’m not breaking eye contact with Will. “How thick?” he asks. God damn him.

“Well, I’ve never really measured it around,” I tell him. I’m still staring him straight in the eyes.

“Estimate.” He demands with a smirk.

“Well... I guess... a little thicker than a soda can. I can’t quite get my fingers to touch around it.”

“Holeeee shit. Why didn’t we know this before? Ricky! Christ! You could probably go into porn or something! Shit!” Jimmy’s losing his mind. It seems that after getting jerked off in the bathroom, twice consecutively he’s been made jealous by the other men in the room.

“Okay, Will. My turn now. Dare? Right?” Now maybe I was a little tipsy at this point, maybe not making the best decisions. Certainly not thinking forward all the way. All I wanted to do was get Will back for embarrassing me. For potentially drastically changing the layout of our group’s friendships.

“Yeah, dare,” he answers. The room is silent. Everyone can tell I’m pissed. I haven’t stopped staring at Will since he said the word “hung.”

“Show us your talent. You say you can suck your own dick? Let’s see it. It sounds pretty hot. Plus, your brother got to have an orgasm, I don’t see why you should be deprived.”

“Wait, seriously?” He’s not exactly happy about this.

“Yeah. Let’s see it. Should be better than porn.”

“Ricky, hold on. This may be getting a little out of hand.”

“You’re the one who picked fucking truth or dare, Cynthia! Shut up and deal with it!” Okay, so I may be a little drunk. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped like that. I’m not mad at you. Just Will. This is just a little payback.” By now I was already calming down, even starting to feel a little smug.

“Ricky...”

“No, Cynthia, it’s fine. I’ll do it. It is the rules after all,” Will says. “I am gonna need at least one more hit first tho. Anyone care to join?”

I say that I will, but everyone else turns him down. We go upstairs to so he can roll a joint in his room. It is more awkward than I can even begin to describe.

“I’m kinda hoping I can just smoke so much that I don’t remember what I’m about to do,” he says and laughs.

“Sorry,” I reply, laughing with him. Then I start again, “I mean, I’m not really sorry. You really fucking embarrassed me. I told you not to tell anyone for a reason. You were good about it for, like, three years. What gives?”

“I had to get you back, I thought this wasn’t as big a deal as you’re making it out to be. But you kinda went overboard with this dare, dude. Like, really overboard.”

“I know.”

“Well, just know that I’m gonna have to get you back again,” he finishes speaking as he finishes rolling one of the fattest joints I’ve ever seen. We smoke the whole thing on the porch watching the rain, which has slowed since earlier. We don’t speak again until we start to head downstairs.

Relaxed now, I tell him just before we go down the steps, “I’m sorry for going too far with this one, but you’ll be great. Honestly, it does sound really fucking hot.”

He just laughs and says “I thought my brother was the hot one.” I follow him down the stairs. The tension can be cut with a knife.

“Okay, I need a bottle of Gatorade for my dry mouth and some Altoids. I wanna make this as quick as possible,” Will says throwing off his sunglasses and pulling off his shirt in one swift motion. “And watch closely because you’re only gonna see this once.” This was enough to at least get us all to relax a little. Jimmy grabs a Gatorade from the fridge, clearly uncomfortable but not wanting to miss anything. Cynthia pulls a box of peppermint Altoids from her purse.

“Before I give these to you, what are you going to do with them?”

“I’m gonna eat two of them. They give a fun tingling sensation after you eat them. I learned that from my sister, weirdly enough.”

Will pulls over an easy chair and sits in it as we sit back down in our spots on the floor around him. His new height puts his crotch at just about eye level. He chugs the Gatorade, crunches down two Altoids, and takes a few deep breaths. Without saying a word he stands up, drops his shorts and boxers to the ground, and sits back down.

His dick is a little bigger than average, we can see, after he massages himself to a full erection. I can’t imagine it was easy with the crowd, but he seems to be in a zone. He is about 7 inches long, circumcised, with a big mushroom head on the end. It sit atop of a pair of impressive balls coated with a trimmed fur of his natural blonde.

Without any further hesitation, he bends over and gives his cockhead a big long lick. His shoulders shake and he gets a big grin on his face right before he does it again, sending another shiver through his body. I thought he was fully hard before but now he’s reached new heights, it seems. His cock pulses and bounces with his every heartbeat. Now he bends like a contortionist and presses his lips to the tip of his cock, giving it a little kiss.

He begins to breathe through his nose as he takes his whole cock head in his mouth. He goes a little deeper, giving his head a little twist, and gives off a muffled moan with his cock clogging up his mouth. The moan must have felt great because his eyes pop open and he moans again, louder, bouncing his head up and down as he moans over and over.

Finally, he pulls back, gasping. His dick is dripping with saliva. “I forgot how intense this was,” he says, “it’s been a little while.” Then he goes right back to work, this time with more determination than before. It seems as if he has truly had enough practice to hone his craft to perfection. His head bobs speedily up and down with a slight twist, and his lips are tight around his skin with the suction. When he isn’t sucking we can see his tongue darting around his sensitive head.

With a sudden lunge forward, Will goes at his dick with a velocity his has not yet displayed. His balls are beginning to tighten up to the base of his dick, and stark contrast from the loose low-hangers that the session started with. The extreme speed has him moaning from the start and trembling with every thrust. He sucks hard and pulls his head up off of his dick as his muscles contract and his abdomen and dick begin to spasm.

It’s lucky his eyes are closed because the first shot of cum could have blinded him. The rest, an impressive volume to say the least, oozes out of his dick and drips down its length as Will leans back in the chair panting, making a face that reads pure pleasure. He wipes his eyes and looks around at us, still panting, still oozing semen onto the carpet. He sees his friends gaping in amazement, even his brother looks impressed, and then looks me in the eye and smiles. That’s when I notice I have a raging boner and lean forward to do what I can to cover it up.

“Well, that wasn’t too bad, I guess. But I’m still gonna have to get you back, Ricky. You know that, right?” He uses his t-shirt to wipe off his dick, and the spot where he dripped on the floor, and throws it to the other side of the room. He then pulls up his pants, and pushes the recliner away so he can sit back on the floor with us.

“Okay, Jim. Truth or dare?” An audible sigh escapes everyone in the room.

“Oh, thank god. I thought you were gonna do something really mean to Ricky. Dare, because I’m not a pussy. Obviously.”

Again smirking, Will gives his dare, “I dare you to use your Fleshlight on Ricky.”

Shocked, Jimmy responds, “What?”

“Well, I figured, now it’s his turn to be embarrassed. Clearly he thinks you’re super hot, so you’re gonna jerk him off. And with a Fleshlight, because, why not? I figured it’s better to you than having you blow him, right?”

“Yeah... but he’s gonna ruin it, I mean look at that thing!” He yells, gesturing toward me and my failed attempt at hiding my full-on erection.

“It’ll be fine, plus,” Will says, looking me in the eye, “I think it’ll be kinda hot.”

“Fine.” Jimmy concedes. Then, looking at me, he asks, “Have you ever used a Fleshlight before?” I shake my head to show that I hadn’t. “Well, it’s pretty great. Pretty intense. I think I came almost immediately when I first used mine, but I’ll go slow. It’s gonna be tight, so we’re gonna need a lot of lube.”

My mind is going a mile a minute as Jimmy heads up the basement stairs to go to his room. I guess it’s a fair punishment, but did he have to use his brother on me too? That was just cruel. I’m excited at the same time, though. I’ve never done anything like this before, I’m excited to show off my natural talents. Plus, I’ve been edging for years, I think I have a little bit of stamina to hold off when Jimmy starts in on me with his toy.

“I’m really excited to see that monster at work,” Will says. I give him a death glare.

“I get it, you don’t have to rub it in.”

“Seriously though, it’s really impressive, and you shouldn’t be ashamed. Be proud of your freakish, elephantine cock!”

“Will, stop,” Michelle says, coming to my defense.

“What, like you don’t want to see it?”

“No, I totally do! Sorry, Ricky, but I really do. And it is only fair after what you made him do. But you don’t have to rub it in, Will. We can all joke about it afterwards.”

Jimmy comes down the stairs with a clear plastic looking tube and a bottle of lube in his hands. He comes straight over to me. He gets on his knees next to me, still so hot in his shirtless state, and says, “You ready? I figure the sooner we start the sooner we can get it over with, yeah?” I nod, and start to reach for the drawstring on my shorts.

“Wait!” Will shouts. I must have gotten a reprieve! A stay of execution, at least! “Jimmy, you take off his pants. Ricky, you can’t do anything. Just lean back, but your hands behind your head, and relax.”

 

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I sigh heavily and look at Jimmy. He just shrugs and pushes me back from my sitting position until I’m flat on my back. He is on my left, so his body doesn’t even block the view of mine. I prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch with the rest of the crowd.

Although my dick has deflated slightly in my nervousness from the point it was at immediately following Will’s auto-fellatio performance, it still protrudes in an alarming bulge through the thin mesh material of the gym shorts. Jimmy pushed my shirt up so that it was bunched at about mid-chest and untied my shorts, pulling them down and off of my bare legs. I don’t know why he left my boxers on, but it definitely created quite a sight with my growing penis bunched up in the bright orange Calvins. Seeing this sent a rush of blood down there and it bounced a little. I could feel eight eyes staring at my crotch as Jimmy finally slid my boxers down and off of my legs, leaving me naked from the chest down. My dick pops out and bounces down over my balls, the head brushing the carpet below me.

“You need to be totally hard for the Fleshlight to work, so I’m gonna rub him a little, K, Will?”

“It’s your show now, do what you have to.” So Jimmy takes a grip on my cock and starts massaging it with both hands.

Shit! I think for the 15th time today. I cannot believe I was just crushing on this guy and now he’s rubbing his hands all over my dick. My HUGE dick that I have to start being proud of.

“Sorry,” I speak up, “I know there’s a lot going on down there, but I’m doing everything I can to, like, with blood flow and stuff. Okay, I’m just really high. Sorry for getting you caught up in this.”

“Haha, bro, it’s fine. This will be a good time for you, just relax man, I’ll take it from here,” Jimmy says. And he is taking it. It feels really good, and I let out a long breath. Both his hands are lightly running up and down the length of my cock for about 30 seconds before I’m fully hard, head pointing straight at the ceiling.

“Okay,” Jimmy says, and I look up from my pulsing dick to him. “Time to lube up. Take a deep breath, man.” I do, and he takes a two-finger grip just below the head of my dick and pulls it so it almost lays flat on my stomach. There’s already some pre-cum dripping out and that makes a little dollop in my chest hair. With his other hand, Jimmy pops the cap on his bottle of lube and pours a thick line of it down my shaft, from right below his fingers to the base of my balls.

He slides his hand down, twists, and then brings it back up. I inhale sharply and throw my head back as the pleasure rocks my body. When he applies another squirt and rubs it into the head I can’t help but moan a little bit with pleasure. All the feelings are intensified by the weed and the fact that the hottest guy I know is on his knees basically worshipping my massive virgin dick. This is not like jerking off at all.

After one, top-to-bottom run to make sure I’m totally covered in slimy lube, Jimmy lets go and I whimper a little. I’m pretty much beyond words at this point. I look up and see he’s grabbing the Fleshlight and putting some lube on that too. It’s translucent and I can see him poking his finger into the opening on the end, making sure it’s nice and slippery. It looks like a mouth. I assume it feels a little like one too, it was the first mouth I’ve ever had on my dick. He asks, “Ready?” and I shrug, truly not knowing whether I was or not. I was a little bit worried that I wouldn’t get one thrust in before blowing, so I put my head flat back on the carpet and close my eyes. I know looking at Adonis pumping his arms down there wasn’t gonna make things any easier.

“Okay, I hope this fits. And let me know if you are really close to cumming, alright? If you can. I’d like to pull this off before you do, it makes it easier to clean up. All right, here we go,” and I feel its clear plastic lips part and start to take the head of my dick. Immediately the feeling is more intense than I was expecting. Tight. And it keeps going. And going. And going as he slides it all the way down my dick.

I grunt and my eyes pop open when the lips get to the base of my shaft and he spins the contraption back and forth a little bit. How my dick was fitting inside this sleeve, I still don’t know, but it looked amazing to be able to see my dick deep inside of it. Coupled with the sight of Jimmy leaning over me, chest bulging, arms rippling, and he was smiling! That was almost enough for me to blow right then and there. Before I have another second to even process this, he starts sliding the Fleshlight back up my shaft.

The pleasure overwhelms me at first but is quickly interrupted with pain. “Ooohhh yeah. Oh! Oh fuck! Fuck, that hurts bro. OW! FUCK!”

“Jimmy, what are you doing?” Will panics.

“I told you he was too big, I even took the cap off, he’s just too big for this thing. Want me to jerk him off without it?”

Whaaaaat? Oh shit. This, I’m not gonna be able to handle. Again my mind races. Baseball! Baseball! Don’t think about Jimmy! Don’t cum right away! Maybe with the Fleshlight you would have had an excuse but now you definitely can’t! Finally the stupid tube leaves my dick with a little popping sound. Red and ultra sensitive now, my dick is still bouncing and fully erect.

“You ok?” Jimmy asks me.

“Uh, yeah. Just a little burning sensation, haha. It was kinda super tight. Sorry.”

“No problem, I’ll take care of it. I’m really good at jerking off, this’ll be close to the same thing, right Will?”

Take care of it? Oh fuck, here we go. Will gives a “Yeah, pretty much,” and before I know it, Jimmy’s right hand is flying up and down my dick.

Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.

Jimmy’s right hand slides up and down, wet with the abundance of lube that was meant to help ease me into the Fleshlight. His hands are bigger than I thought, his fingers can almost touch wrapping around my dick, allowing him to get a really tight grip. He leans over me bracing himself with his left hand on my stomach, giving it a little rub to accompany the handjob.

I’m still doing whatever I can to distract myself but it isn’t working. Luckily Jimmy is going slow enough that I can control myself, and keep from blowing right there. He’s only using one hand, which is good as well. He could probably use two and still get a good sliding rhythm going even with his large hands.

That’s when I look up and notice he’s looking me right in the eye, and smiling. What the fuck? Why can’t I catch a break? I wonder as I roll my eyes and slam my head back into the carpet. I guess there’s no normal way to finish up this situation, so I just look back at him, smile, and whisper “Faster.”

He pauses, gets a huge grin on his face, and starts pumping like his life depends on it. He’s breathing hard, his chest heaving as his arm pumps, and seeing this gets the pressure building in my groin right away. I’ve started breathing heavily. Every time his hand slides over the ridge of the head, my legs give this involuntary little kick. I’m now gripping the shag carpeting, trying to get a hold of myself as the approaching orgasm builds.

“I’m getting close, man,” I manage between gasps for breath. Jimmy grips my dick hard and jerks it slower but more forcefully. He really does know what he’s doing, and as he’s getting fully into this rhythm, and I’m really close, he starts twisting the head of my dick like a doorknob. That does it.

Immediately my toes curl and I plop my shoulders and head down onto the floor, no longer able to maintain the strength to stay propped up and watching. I let out an animalistic yell as I feel my dick swell and pulse and finally expel it’s first rocket of jizz. Starting with my first scream, Jimmy has moved both hands into a rapid pumping of my dick and looks like the hottest Amish butter churner ever when the first rope of semen lands in his hair and spatters his face. Surprised, he points my dick away and keeps pumping.

I keep screaming as the next few shots are even stronger than the last and I feel my cum raining down around me, hitting me in the face and chest, splattering my hair and arms, and landing on the carpet below and behind me. Finally my dick is just dribbling, but it’s still producing enough to cover Jimmy’s hands. He keeps pumping, pulling squirming little squeaks out of me as my orgasm subsides. I give one last earth-shattering shudder and kick of my legs, letting my body recover with deep breaths.

Jimmy doesn’t know what to do, he just looks at me. His hands are held out to his sides like he needs to go wash them before wiping them on my hairy thighs.

“Whoa,” Will says from his spot not five feet away. I’ve forgotten that I had an audience, at least momentarily, but now a lot of my inhibition has evaporated. I look around. Cynthia diverts her eyes from mine, looking red-faced and embarrassed. Michelle starts applauding her boyfriend and I before stopping a few seconds later, realizing that it’s kinda weird.

Will just keeps staring at me. At my dick. Then back at me. He may be trying to hide a boner, but it isn’t clear the way he’s leaning over his crossed legs.

Speaking again, cum slowly drying on my body, I ask, “So... is it okay if we go upstairs and wash up?”

“Uh, yeah,” Will answers. “Your clothes are hanging in the bathroom, they’re probably pretty dry by now.”

Jimmy then stands up and pulls me up to join him with one powerful arm. His hand is still slick with lube. He looks a little shell-shocked. I feel runnels of jizz running down my now vertical body, with a small rivulet dripping off the end of my cock. I ignore it, lean down to grab my underwear, and follow Jimmy upstairs, a little embarrassed now, dripping a line of cum behind me, without saying a word.

Jimmy reaches the bathroom and begins washing his hands in the sink. I join him in there and hop in the shower right away. Again, it’s kinda awkward. I almost feel bad for him, he’s straight, and he just jerked of his best guy friend, his GAY best friend, in front of his brother, girlfriend, and another friend. I have no idea what he’s feeling, but it can’t be proud. Despite that, I congratulate him for some reason. “Are you sure you’re not gay, bro? That was a fucking amazing job you did down there.”

“Well, no one is 100% either way, right?” He responds. Not an answer I was expecting. “You were pretty impressive yourself. I mean, you were the real show, I was just a prop, really. It was kinda fun.”

“Really? I... guess I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I say, stepping under the hot spray of the shower. He looks up and sees me in the reflection of the mirror focusing on rinsing off my chest. He turns around and hands me the shampoo.

“You’re gonna need this,” he says, pointing at my hair.

“You too!” I say, pointing and laughing at his hair. It has more in it that I had first thought not that I’m getting a closer look.

“Crap! Thanks, I didn’t even see that,” he says, sticking his head under the faucet of the sink. “God, man, that was so much cum! Fuck! When was the last time you jerked off?”

“I mean, just in the shower this morning. Like, maybe 10 hours ago.”

“Holy hell man, that is a freakish amount of cum! You know that right?”

“Well, I mean, the first real, live, in-person, non-porn cumshot I’ve seen was your brother 10 minutes ago. So I don’t really have a lot of experience in that category.”

“Shit, bro, you’re like a fucking sex god! I don’t know how you hid it from us all these years,” he exclaims, in effect ending our conversation. I smile as I dry off post-shower, now a little less insecure about my body. He waits while I get dressed. “Now let’s get down stairs and clean up the mess you made, okay?”

We head down to the basement and they’re all waiting for us, staring at me. Jimmy breaks the tension a little by ruffling my wet hair with one big hand and saying, “Stop staring and applaud this freak! He put on quite a show for you!”

They applaud, and Cynthia says, “Okay, so are we gonna keep playing?”

Oh yeah, I forgot we were playing truth or dare. “I don’t know, I think I’m done,” I answer, doing my best to pretend I wasn’t trying to clean drying semen out of the Blakes’ rug.

“Come ON!” Cynthia answers. “I didn’t get to play at all!”

“Fine, Cynthia,” Jimmy pipes up. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to suck Ricky’s cock.”

“What the fuck, man?” I say with a smile. Honestly, I thought he was joking, but when he didn’t say anything else I started getting worried. I shift my gaze to Cynthia, who’s also staring at him.

“You know I’m not gonna do that, right? I mean, you’ve seen that thing! I’m good, but I’m not gonna even be able to get the head in my mouth. Plus, he’s gay! That’s not really fair to either of us.”

“Well, if you don’t wanna do it, I guess you lose and the game is over, right? Is that how it works?” Will asks. I can see now that Jimmy had a plan, thank God, and Will caught on faster than I did.

“Fine, I’m getting tired anyway. I’m leaving. You guys want a ride home?” she asks Michelle and I.

“I think I’m gonna stay the night, if that’s alright with Jimmy,” Michelle answers. Cynthia looks at me.

“I... really should clean up. Plus, I’ll hang out for a little while longer,” I reply.

Cynthia says, “fine,” gets up, grabs her purse, and waves us a goodbye. “See y’all, text me,” she says as she walks up the basement steps and out the door.

“If you wanna sleep on the couch, we can have ourselves a good old fashioned sleep-over if you want,” Will suggests. I guess we’re over the little fight we had before. “I mean, we’ve all been drinking and stuff, so I don’t think any of us should drive.”

He has a point, so I agree to stay. They help me finish cleaning up, and we sit down to play Monopoly. It’s fun, and we’re almost at the point where I’m not uncomfortable as they joke about my cock. They make me play as the horse, though, so the jokes don’t stop all night.

It’s 2 AM by the time we finish, and we’re all a little drunk and fully burnt out by then. We say goodnight and the twins and Michelle head upstairs to go to bed. I strip down to my underwear, grab a blanket from the closet, and lay down on the couch to sleep in what has almost become my second bed.

 

[rollerboy]

Hot story dude !!

How about some cock pics???

 

[dickfit]

great story..

 

[orangebean]

I really enjoyed this - thanks for sharing!

 

[Bigadmirer323]

great story dude. very engaging and well told!

 

[George_Pantelis]

Awesome story - please continue

 

[spicy1230]

Hot story mate ! More

 

[miamirt]

VERY nice!!!

 

[iworshipdickalot]

WOW what a great story. I hope you add to it or post another story soon.

Loved it.

 

[Elro]

Great story !
If there's a follow up, please continue !

 

[UROC1991]

Thanks, guys! I didn't expect this to be so popular, wow!

I'm working on chapter two, so hopefully I'll be able to post it for you soon.

 

[deleted12830]

Wow, very very hot story and well-written as well!

Good to know there's more coming, thanks!

 

[BigBo0411]

Awesome story! Definitely engaging and well-written. Love it!

 

[UROC1991]

“DUDE!” I shout, and punch him, hard, in the thigh.

“What? It’s true!” he tries to avoid it but I punch him again. “Jimmy said it’s probably because he has the ultra-tight version, but it’s obviously cuz of your giant cock,” he says, giggling. I punch him in the stomach this time, and he doubles over, laughing even harder.

“Don’t listen to him,” I say, turning to Koba.

Then, with the least subtle non sequitur ever, he replies with, “So I googled my nickname. ‘Koba’ was Joseph Stalin’s nickname. That’s where we got it from. I totally forgot.”

“That’s interesting, was it supposed to be anything other than the fact that you’re both named ‘Joesph?’” I ask, trying to go along with it as Will howls laughter even harder.

“No, that’s all.” Then, after a few moments as Will is finally calming down, “I think I’m gonna head up to bed, if that’s ok. Goodnight guys!”

“‘Night!” we call out to him in stereo has he climbs the stairs and leaves the basement.

“Unless you have a good excuse, you better follow him so I don’t kill you,” I say, turning on Will.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have one. I just thought it would be funny.”

“You embarrassed me, but not nearly as much as you did him. I feel so bad, I just let the kid down after he asked to kiss me! Why would you do that?”

“It was hilarious!”

“I’m going to bed now, ok? Get out of here. Go suck your dick or something, I just don’t want to see you right now.”

“Fine. Goodnight,” he says and leaves up the stairs. I don’t answer. Frustrated, I take off my shirt and pants and plop down on the couch, pulling a blanket over myself. Normally, I sleep naked, but that doesn’t seem appropriate so I left on my boxers. Despite how I acted, getting high does make me kinda horny, but this isn’t the time or place to jerk off either, so I flip on Sportscenter and wait to drift off to sleep, soothed by the sweet voice of Neil Everett.

Hours later, I’m awoken by the basement door closing.

What the hell? Is it morning already? My morning wood says it is.

I play the part and act as if I’m still sleeping as Sportscenter continues re-playing on the television at a low volume. I sleep on my stomach so it’s easy to pretend. Someone pushes my legs over and plops down on the couch, shaking me “awake.”

“Yo, man. Wake up,” a voice tells me. I turn my head.

“Will? What the fuck, man? What time is it?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep. I feel bad and I wanted to apologize.”

“Fine. Apology accepted, just let me go back to bed.”

“No, I need to really apologize. I was way out of line, and there’s no way you’re gonna hook up with my 16 year old cousin. I just, I don’t know, I was impressed by your dick and wanted to share it.”

“Well, thanks for being honest, I guess.”

“Forgive me?”

“Yes, I told you I did. I guess it isn’t that big a deal.”

“Ok,” he says, and gets up to leave. I flip off the TV and when he’s at the foot of the stairs he speaks again. “Wanna fool around?”

Yes! “Dude? Seriously?”

“I mean, yeah, kinda. Only if you want to. I told you I was impressed.”

“I don’t think so man, don’t you think it would kinda be weird?”

“I guess so, but what do we have to lose? It’ll be fun.”

Oh my god, I want to so bad but it is such a bad idea! “Uh... maybe another time? I’m sorry. Maybe I’m just not in the mood right now,” I finally give a straight answer. Of course I’m in the mood, but another voice in my head is telling me it’s not something that should happen.

“Sorry,” he says and quickly walks up the stairs. My morning wood now a full-fledged raging erection, hidden under my blanket and spawned on by Will’s sudden advances. I can’t jerk off now though, even if I lock myself in the bathroom to do it. I’d just feel like too much of a hypocrite to myself. I check my phone and see that it’s only 1:30, I maybe slept for half an hour. I shift around on the couch and finally maneuver the rod pressing down my left leg into a comfortable position, and although it isn’t easy, I drift back off to sleep.

I’m awoken again from the depths of sleep by someone shaking my foot. I first notice how cold my feet are, they’ve been sticking out from under the blanket.

“Hey, man, you awake?”

Without unburying my face from my pillow, I moan.

“I can’t sleep,” he says.

Face still in the pillow, I answer, “I told you, Will, maybe another time.” He shakes me again for some reason, and I turn over. “Jimmy?!” I half-scream. I definitely expected his less-buff twin to be sitting at my feet again. I can’t help but notice Jimmy is just wearing a pair of flannel pants. Thin flannel at that. God, get your mind out of the gutter!

“Haha, yeah. I can’t sleep, man. Sorry for waking you, I thought you might still be up. Wanna smoke this joint with me? I feel like I can’t get to sleep unless I’m stoned anymore. That’s probably not a good thing, now that I say it out loud.”

“Well, I was sleeping... but I guess since I’m up now, I might as well.”

“Yeah... that’s the attitude I like!” he says, laughing, and lights up. He leans back and pins my legs between himself and the back of the couch, but not uncomfortably so, so when he goes to pass the joint to me, I just sit up in place facing him, propping myself up on one hand, and let my blanket fall to my waist. I don’t want to make him move so I let my feet stay where they are.

“I think you were dreaming,” he says. “About my brother, too! Sorry for waking you up. Was it a sex dream? I bet it was.”

“No.”

“Was he sucking your dick? He looked yesterday like he must be pretty practiced.”

“No!”

“Oh, was he sucking his own dick? He’s definitely practiced at that.”

“Honestly, I don’t even remember dreaming at all.”

“Well, when I shook you you said something about Will.”

“I thought it was him waking me up again.”

“Again?”

“It was nothing,” but then I can’t help but breaking into a fit of giggles. We’ve almost finished this joint so I’m feeling pretty good.

“What?” he asks.

“Really, it’s nothing,” I tell him, stamping out the roach into the ashtray. “Are you going to bed now, or do you want to do something?”

“Well... I did kind of have an ulterior motive for coming down here and getting you stoned,” he says, smiling.

Uh-oh.

“I was kinda hoping I could get a look at that massive schlong again. Feel like playin’ around a little?”

Unfortunately there’s just something about Jimmy. That coupled with the high still building in my system and the playful look he was giving me, I was already boning up. “I thought you were straight. I mean, you have a girlfriend! What about Michelle!”

“Oh, no one’s that straight. I mean, come on,” he says, rubbing a hand on my calf and pulling a little on the hair. “Plus, it’s just physical. I mean, we’re friends and all, but Michelle, I think I might love. You, I just wanna touch.” He leans closer.

I shake my head to indicate it isn’t gonna happen. I know I shouldn’t do anything. I already had this internal monologue about his brother less than two hours ago. But it’s been over a day since I last came, and I’m not exactly sober. I lean in and kiss him hard on the mouth.

Immediately he pulls back. “Just so it’s clear,” he says, “that thing is not going inside of me.” He tries to say it with a stern expression but we both dissolve laughing as he shoves me onto my back and leans forward, burying his face in my chest hair. He braces himself with his left hand, holding me down at the shoulder, and his right hand goes straight to my dick. It finds its way into the fly of my underwear, my dick now fully hard and bending off to the left. He uses his strong arms to keep me pinned as he licks my nipples, then moves up to my protruding collar bone where he nibbles the curling hair at the fringes of my chest.

He rubs my dick hard, really starting to jerk it now, as he kisses my neck and then starts moving down the center of my chest. Having never been in a situation like this before, I really don’t know what to do. What do I do with my hands? Should I just lay here? I don’t want to look uninvolved. My inner paranoid stoner is worried.

Hand still through the fly of my boxers, Jimmy starts jerking me more rapidly and I hear a tearing noise. I feel it too as the fly lengthens almost all the way around to my ass.

“Those were brand new!”

“Sorry,” he says, raising his head from my navel where he was licking furiously and matting down the hair. “I’ll buy you a new pair,” and then he brings his other hand down from my shoulder and rips them the rest of the way open, still grinning playfully. My dick throbs and he pulls it out through the tear. Then he reconsiders and pulls the elastic waistband over my dick and down and off my legs.

“Wow, you have a nice set of balls on you too. I didn’t notice that yesterday.”

“Yeah... I got the whole package I guess.” He goes back to my navel but my dick is pointing up past that, so he has to move it out of the way and it pushes against the side of his face. I press my hand on the top of his head, urging him to move on as much as just looking for something to do with my hands. It works, and he slides down.

Jimmy goes back to jerking my dick as he tongues my balls, weighing them on his tongue and licking up between them. He sucks on my sack a little before realizing he can only get one nut into his mouth at a time and moves on. He starts licking slowly but firmly up the underside of my cock as he jerks it fast with his left hand. When he reaches that spot about an inch below my cockhead, where the softest touch can drive me crazy, my hips buck involuntarily and almost put out his eye, but he just laughs, pleased with himself.

Now jerking the lower half of my dick with his right hand and rubbing my inner thigh with his left, he swirls his tongue around my cockhead. It’s a long trip, but he still makes it with surprising speed. I can feel his boner pressing into my calf as he struggles to keep from tumbling off of the couch completely. He kisses the head of my dick then opens his mouth wide and sucks on it. He sucks harder, trying to get it into his mouth, but he fails miserably, looking like a little kid trying to eat one of those mega-sized jaw-breakers. He settles for making out with the head while pumping the shaft with both hands, now slick with saliva.

The feeling is bliss. Once he gets into a rhythm, it doesn’t take long before I feel an orgasm building in my groin. “Wait, wait, wait!” I shout.

His hands stop but stay where they are, wrapped around my dick, and he lifts up his head, “is everything ok? Am I doing it right?”

What a joke, you’re doing it almost TOO right. “Yeah, it’s great, I’m just really close, and I don’t wanna cum yet.”

“Why?”

“Because I want a turn,” I say with a grin, and sit up. He just stares at me, confused and unmoving, with his hands still on my cock. I move my hips back and slip out of his grip as I move my upper body toward his. I grab his shoulders and push him back, stopping as his back hits the couch’s armrest leaving him in a sitting, barely-reclined position. On me knees, I lean in to kiss him when his mouth pulls back. Oh... ok then.

Deftly, I keep moving, and kiss him on the neck instead. This, he doesn’t seem to mind, pressing my head into his chest with both hands. I lick along between his pecs, marvelling at their definition and darkening his fine coating of blonde hair with saliva. His nipples are hard so I move back up to flick the left one with my tongue. As he shivers in response, I decide to give it a little suck as well, and he moans.

“Shhh,” I whisper to him, my face still pressed against his chest. “It would be bad for us to get caught.” He nods in agreement but says nothing. Meanwhile, I’ve moved on from his nipples to his incredibly well defined abs.

Do I lick bottom to top, or left to right along the lines? I decide for both, in that order. He giggles a little as I move to sucking on his navel.

“What?” I ask.

“I don’t know, I feel weird, I guess,” Jimmy responds.

“But I guess not too weird, huh?” I ask, reaching down to squeeze his boner for the first time. He melts a little, sliding down and closing his eyes with pleasure. Having never been in a position like this before, what to do next is kind of a mystery to me. His throbbing dick is separated from my face by just the thin sheath of his pants. All I know is that I might not get another chance like this with Jimmy, so I’m gonna savor every moment of it.

Grasping his pants at the sides, I pull them down and his dick springs out. I pause and stare. I’ve seen it before, I guess, just attached to his brother. It bounces as he flexes, responding to my warm breath. It looks slightly smaller on his thicker frame, which eases my nerves slightly, knowing that it’ll be in my mouth soon.

Before that can happen, I need to do a little more exploring, and I pull his pants all the way down and off of his legs. He looks disappointed, but fuck him. Sitting at his feet, his legs fully extended in his body’s full naked glory, my cock throbs. The science behind how his hotness constantly surprises me would probably go over my head, but I give it a thought anyway as I rub his feet and lick my way up his calves. It’s probably the new angle, I decide.

I consider slipping a toe into my mouth, then decide against it. Not really my thing. I still have to acknowledge his feet, though. “Fuck, what size shoe do you wear?” I ask while tickling the bottom of his foot with a quick swipe of my finger. He pulls away but I’ve already gone back to licking and nibbling the calf on his opposite leg.

“14, why?”

“They’re big,” I answer, lifting my head only slightly. “And I don’t know, there’s just something about big feet. It’s not a fetish, they’re just hot.” Moving back to his legs, I notice that they’re quite a bit hairier than I had thought. It must have been the blondeness, or the fact that all I’ve ever seen before is the fact that they’re so thick. Or from keeping my eyes looking at the muscles bulging alarmingly from the back.

 

[UROC1991]

And the Nobel Prize goes to... Ricky! For the discovery that men have hairy legs!

Rubbing his calves with my hands now, I move up. The hair gets thicker and I get exponentially hornier. Knowing that I’m turning Jimmy on is what’s doing it, as he has slid a little further down from the sitting position he was in before. His torso is now angled at about a forty-five degreeS and he’s reaching for me. His hands go to my shoulders, pulling, and encouraging me to move up more quickly. It surprises him when I comply with his coaxing, but overly so, going up to once more give him a peck on the lips.

I allow the hair on my chest and stomach to brush along the underside of his cock on my way up, causing him to hump up and in towards my body. When he relaxes, I let my body fall onto his, my loose balls pressing into his shaft and pushing it into his stomach. I rub his biceps, a vein bulging obscenely on each one, and he thrust into my weight again.

Suddenly, he rips his arms out of my grasp and puts his hands on my shoulders. I look up at him, and he looks me straight in the eye. He’s telling me telepathically to stop teasing him, and pushes down on my shoulders. I don’t resist... not that I could even if I wanted to, he’s quite a bit stronger than I am.

Face-to-face now with his dick, I take it in my hand.

[I[Ok, it’s not exactly a Rubik’s Cube. You got this. Literally. As in, you have one of these. You know what feels good, just go with it. Remember all those tips you got from Mom’s Cosmo. Relax. And remember he’s high as a kite, it’s gonna feel good no matter what you do.[/I]

I take a deep breath, and with my newly added confidence, I remove my hands and lick his cock from the base all the way to the head. I hear him gasp and he tries to thrust but I’m bracing myself with both hands on his pelvic bone, doing a mini-push-up of sorts. I purse my lips together without breaking contact with his skin and give a little suck, kissing the tip of his dick under his piss slit.

Without thinking further, I slip my lips around the head of his dick and engulf the head completely. It’s filling my mouth, but I’m still impressed at the ease with which it slips in. It presses down on my tongue, which is a bit uncomfortable, but the way he throws his head back makes it more than worth it. I swirl my tongue around and flick it back and forth across the tip. He seems to really like that, so I do it again. I decide it’s time to move down and try to take a little more into my mouth. I give a hard suck before starting to slide down and he moans, gasps, then grabs my hair and pulls me hard off of his dick.

“OW! What the fuck, man?” I cry.

“I... I was really close... I didn’t want to cum yet, and I had to do something to get you off!”

“So what? Just cum. It’s not that big a deal,” I say, rubbing the back of my head where I’m surprised that I don’t have a bald spot.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says, dick still bouncing with every beat of his heart, which looks like it must be going about a mile per minute. “I just... I got scared.”

I laugh, “I’m nothing to be scared of, man, just relax and let it happen” and I lean back in towards his dick.

“Wait. Put your dick next to mine,” Jimmy says.

“What?”

“I want to... ya know... compare.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?” I ask, getting a cocky grin on my face. I never got to feel cocky when no one knew how big my dick was.

“Yeah, it’s hot.” So I lean back and scooch forward on my knees. I bump my dick into his, obscuring my view of his cock completely. He’s right, this is hot. I move my dick over so that now they stand side-by-side. It’s a fascinating difference that I wouldn’t have guessed in another position. Somehow, my dick is about twice as thick as his. I move a little lower so that the bases of our members are about even. My right nut is touching his left one, and I can feel his balls pull up as he flexes his PC muscle and his cock stands up even harder. It doesn’t make much a difference in length though, as it reaches about two-thirds of the way up my shaft. It gives me a feeling of power that I never pictured myself in in sexual situations, even as a top I never think of myself as aggressive.

That changes when he reaches down to stroke his dick and I slap his hand away, gripping his shaft with my right hand and starting to jerk him off. I grab my own dick with my left and press them together, jerking at a steady rhythm with both hands. I stare Jimmy in the eye and smile a little as he squirms, I like making him feel good.

“Fuck. Fuck, that’s gonna make me cum. FUCK. God, I can’t watch this,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut. He’s gasping for breath a little bit now. “Fuck, that didn’t help,” and he opens his eyes again. “Unh...unh...oh fuck... slow down... fuck... FUCK...huh, huh, huh, fuuuuuuuck,” he manages between pants. Then, finally, “I’m getting close. Ooooohhhh.”

Close... but he’s not quite there yet, so I slow my jerking a little bit. He gives me I-hate-you eyes as he pants, then goes back to staring down at our dicks rubbing against each other. Less than a minute later I feel his balls pull up to the base of his dick, and see his abs contract.

A long stream of cum sprays from his dick reaching his shoulder, “unhhhhhhhhhh, oooooooooo, ooooooo, ooo!” he moans as he pumps out 5 or 6 more onto his chest and stomach, finally letting out a long whooshing breath as he finishes his orgasm and begins to soften.

Feeling his dick spasm and pump while pressed against mine was enough to send me over the edge, but in my intoxicated state it took a few seconds for my orgasm to peak. Still stroking, I feel the wave of orgasm rushing up from my balls just as Jimmy’s dick begins to soften next to mine. I make the conscious decision to aim my dick lower, trying to avoid making an epic mess. Unfortunately, my aim was a little off.

I hadn’t cum for 24 hours, and a good portion towards the end of that I spent boned up on the couch trying to sleep. I hadn’t realized just how big a mistake that was until the culminating moment of the reflex of my orgasm. In other words, I grunted and came really hard. When my dick spasmed with the first shot of jizz, it jerked up and shot well over Jimmy’s head. My back arched as I shot again, this rocket shooting even farther than the first.

Jimmy’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped open in a huge grin. My next few shots went straight into his eye and mouth like I was shooting at targets.

“AAAAHHHH!” he screamed in shock and pain, raising his hands to his eyes as he rolled from under me, throwing me on the ground as my dick continued pumping out the last of my jizz. Lying on my back on the floor, the last spattering of semen splattered on my chest, I couldn’t help but smiling even though Jimmy was kneeling in pain next to me. It was great seeing my jizz mixed with his as it dripped off his chest and he tried to scoop my semen out of his eyes. He was spitting out what I got in his mouth while moaning in agony.

“You got it in my fucking eyes!” he yells, spitting again, and I get to my feet.

“Sorry! Sorry! Let’s wash it out in the bathroom, you’ll be okay,” I tell him, grabbing him by the armpits and helping him to his feet. I’m only assuming he’ll be alright, because how the hell would I know the effects of having semen shot in your eye? We rush into the bathroom and he splashes water in his face at the sink. He looks up and meets my eye in the mirror, seemingly no longer in pain. Never has he looked hotter: standing next to me in the mirror, he’s a few inches taller than me, and he’s amazing, coated in a sheen of sweat where he doesn’t have jizz dripping down him. It’s caught in his fair hair, coating his face and chest, and sliding down him in rivers over his abs. I smile and he pushes me into the wall good-naturedly, laughing.

“Goddamnit! You made such a fucking mess! Again! What the fuck?”

“Sorry.”

“That was really hot though.”

“Yeah.”

“We can’t ever tell anyone about this, right?”

“Right.”

“Not Michelle. Not Will.”

“Especially.”

“We should clean up,” and so we do. We spends most of the time getting the cum off of himself, and I go clean up the floor and couch after one wipe to get the few drops that landed on me. He comes out of the bathroom shining from his sponge bath, still gloriously naked, to see me sitting on the couch, less-glorious but also still naked.

“I’m sorry if that was leading you on in any way, but you understand that this was just for fun, right, Ricky?”

“Does this make me less of a virgin?” I ask, ignoring his question. Obviously I understand he isn’t going to magically fall in love with me and that he’s most likely totally straight. I’m pro-experimentation so I don’t have any regrets, at least not yet anyway.

He slips back into his pants. He knows that I comprehend the situation, we’ve been friends long enough for him to read me, so instead of insisting, he answers: “Well, I guess until you fit that thing into some freak boy’s asshole, you’ll still be a virgin, technically. And you should play the lottery the day you find that guy. Sorry.”

“No, I know. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it myself.”

“You’re less of a virgin, though. Sexual contact isn’t sex, but you at least can say you’ve done stuff. We probably went just as far as your giant cock allows us too, huh?”

“Well, I barely got to go down on you before you freaked out,” I say with a laugh. He laughs back and gives me another shove and I fall back onto the couch where I was sleeping less than an hour before. I hear the grandfather clock strike 4 AM as Jimmy gets up and heads up the stairs. Still naked, I pull the blanket back over myself and drift off to sleep.

 

[UROC1991]

When I awake at 8, I punch my pillow in frustration. I would have liked to get a full night’s sleep, but it doesn’t look like it’s happening. I have that feeling that I just won’t be able to get back to sleep. So I slip into my jeans, free-ballin’ it, and head up the stairs for the second morning in a row to make waffles.

Unlike the day before, I did check to make sure it was actually the morning this time before I opened the door. Like the day before, however, I was shocked by sunlight and then surprised to find I wasn’t alone. I hear a sniffle from the corner and turn to see Will with his head buried in his arms at the kitchen table, his hair covering his face and arms.

Shit, he knows!

“Shit. Sorry. This is embarrassing,” he says between sniffles as he raises his head. He’s only wearing his underwear, and he looks like he’s had a rough night. Certainly rougher than mine.

“You alright, man?” I ask.

“Yeah, sorry. I was up all night feeling sorry for myself because I made such a fool out of myself when I came downstairs and woke you up. I couldn’t stop thinking about how stupid you must think I am.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to reject you. I just, you know...” How can I tell him that I was just being a dick and rejecting him on principle?

“Just that you think I’m ugly?”

“No! God, no, why would you say that?”

“It’s just that, I figured that if someone as desperately lonely as you doesn’t want me, there must be something wrong with me.”

“Wow. That’s kind of a dick thing to say. I’m alone, not ‘desperately lonely.’ You don’t have to be an asshole just because I turned you down one time!”

“I know! It’s just that that’s what was going through my head all night! I know it isn’t true but that’s all I could think about!” He went back to burying his head in his arms and sobbed loudly.

Fuck, what a mess! How did I get myself into this?

I go over to comfort him anyway because I want to be a good friend. “Dude, don’t worry about it. You have a great sex life! I know, because you talk about it ALL the time. Don’t beat yourself up about it because one time you didn’t score.”

“I just didn’t think I’d get rejected by you.”

There’s something in his tone that’s hard to read through his tears, but it sounds like we’re back on ‘desperately lonely.’ Wow, again we’re gonna be an asshole. Whatever, Will.

“Ok, I’ll go get you an Ambien, you have to go upstairs and sleep. Obviously you’re too tired to see this in another light, especially since you’ve been thinking about it all night. After some rest, I’m sure you’ll feel a lot better about the situation, okay?” I run downstairs, grab an Ambien, and head back up. Halfway there, I reconsider and go to grab a second one. It’ll do him some good to get knocked out. I give them to him and he pops them both in his mouth and swallows them with a sip of water. He heads upstairs to his bedroom without another word.

I pull out the buttermilk so it will reach room temperature for the waffle batter and throw some bacon in the frying pan. I flip Sportscenter on on the little TV that flips down from the kitchen cabinet. Surprisingly, no sports news has happened in the 7 overnight hours since I last had it on.

While still on the first pan of bacon, Koba comes down the stairs wearing the closest thing to Barney Stinson’s suit-jama’s that I could possibly imagine exist outside of TV land.

“I smell bacon!” he says, mouth practically watering as he sits down on the stool at the island.

“It’s not ready yet, but you’re welcome to some if you want. I’m also making waffles, so make sure you save some room for that!”

“Is that what the buttermilk is for? You’re making waffles from scratch?” he says with a this-guy-is-nuts laugh. “I had no idea you were Betty Crocker gay.”

“Hey, I just like cooking,” I snap.

“Okay, okay, don’t get testy,” he says. “You look good in those jeans.”

“Koba...”

“Especially the fact that they’re all you’re wearing.”

“Don’t.”

“Really. I’m just saying. It looks like you stuffed a can of pringles in there too.” I ignore this. “You know, they say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

That’s enough to put me over the edge. Between his obvious flirting and Will’s displeasure at the first sign of rejection, and all this on top of being sleep deprived, I’ve already had too much this morning. I slam the spatula onto the countertop and spin around on my heel.

“Koba! Nothing is going to happen between you and I! I’m flattered, but it’s NOT happening. I’m happy you look up to me, or whatever, but for Christ’s sake you’re 16!!”

“I won’t be 16 forever, though,” he tells me with an innocent look on his face. He stares me in the eye, trying desperately not to let his eyes wander down to my crotch. It’s obvious what he’s doing, but I appreciate the effort despite my rage. I twirl back around and get back to my bacon. It was almost ready.

About three pan fulls of bacon and one waffle for Koba later, Will stumbles down the steps.

“You’re still up?” I ask, alarmed. I know how Ambien can affect you, and as far as I know, Will had never taken it before.

“I told you... I can’t sleep,” he says as he walks over to me, swaying like a sailor who just got off the ship. He holds onto the counter for support as he walks over to me. “You making waffles?” I tell him I am, but he’s already moved on to the bacon, on a plate on the island between layers of paper towels. Koba is looking at me, clearly confused about what is going on.

“You should probably go lay down, that Ambien is probably messing you up pretty bad.”

“Everything’s swirling but that’s all I’m fine,” he says without pause, shoving a strip of bacon into his mouth. “Are you making waffles?”

“Yes, but you should really sleep first, I’ll make you one when you wake up.”

“Ok,” he says, and pops another strip of bacon into his mouth. Koba is trying to stifle giggles now. Then Will turns around and walks straight up to me and plants a sloppy kiss on my mouth. He pulls back, then leans back in, slipping his tongue between my lips, his hand reaching deep into my pants and giving my dick a squeeze. It happens so fast that I don’t pull away before he does, and then it’s done. I’m sure Koba’s eyes have never been wider in his life.

“Dude...” I say.

“Are you making waffles?”

“Okay, time for bed. Koba, watch the bacon,” I yell, and drag Will by the arm up the stairs. He’s skinny, but he probably weighs just as much as I do due to the height difference, so it is a little bit of a struggle.

“But I want waffles!” he says as I get him into his room. As soon as he sees the bed though, that’s all he wants. He tries taking off his underwear but gets caught and falls backwards into me. I catch him with his naked ass pressing into me, and help him strip, and get him tucked away into bed. Less tucked, maybe, and more flopped on top of the covers. I get downstairs right away and Koba is still sitting on his stool.

“Well... that was interesting,” he says.

“Yeah... it’s been an interesting couple of days.”

 

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I already want more. Like in 15 mins I'd be ready for the next chapter. UGH. Awesome story. Great dialogue

 

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