Story Themes: Best friends, manipulation, domination, straight to gay
Continuation from Part 10:
"Holy SHIT! FUUUUCK! God damn it, boy, you really made me nut, like super hard! Fuck. I didn't think you could really get me off, but you did it. You really did it. And your face, man... HA! Your face is fuckin' drippin' with my thick ball cream, bro. Like... if you want to be a mime for Halloween, I think you're all set!"
Matt cracked up and I even started to laugh. I didn't realize how tense I'd been for the last 15 minutes. It felt good to laugh with my best buddy. Like, somehow things were still chill.
"Shit... I know you don't mind cum, but it's about to start runnin' down your face and onto my rug, man. Get your fat ass in the shower to clean that cum-covered face off. I'm right behind you, little buddy."
I slowly stood up, careful to keep my face positioned so I wouldn't let any of Matt's cum drop down to the floor. He spoke up as I was getting ready to turn towards his bathroom.
"Freeze, D. Just one second, little buddy. Will you look at that... looks like your little boy dick is still hard, bro. It's like, super hard, pointed straight up in the air. You got hard when I pulled down my shorts and showed off my fat fuck-tool, and you stayed hard all the way through the handy you gave me... even after I blasted you with a barrel full of ball cream. We gotta talk about that, bud. We're gonna need to figure out why my king-sized cock and jock-boy juice make your little pencil-dick bone up, boy. But go ahead. Hit the showers. You did a great job helpin' me out for the first time. Plenty of time for us to talk about your new boy-boner problem later."
Even under the coating of cum, I felt my face flush red as Matt pointed out my stiff dick, and the fact that I just held a hard-on for 15 minutes while beating off another dude. I turned and shuffled into his bathroom to get the shower started. Maybe I could think more clearly when I got this shit off my face."
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Part 11:
I felt the hot spray of the water from the rainfall shower head wash away the coating of cum that had been freshly deposited on my face by my best friend. I was feeling more relaxed and the water just felt so damn good. Matt opened the shower door and swaggered in, no doubt feeling more relaxed himself after he just had his cock handled and his nuts emptied. Well, it seems like Matt's nuts are never truly empty based on how often he bones up and drops a load. His cock still looked more full than usual as it lightly swung side-to-side while he walked.
"That really was great, little buddy. I'm still kinda shocked that you not only offered to help me get off, but you fuckin' followed through, man. Like, did that really just happen? Did you really just help me crank out a load? Fuck, bro! Just so fuckin' crazy!"
If my face wasn't already a flushed from the heat of the water, I'm sure I'd have turned red from Matt's comments.
"I mean, yeah. I guess it just seemed like the best thing to do to help you with your speedo problem, Matt. Do you... like, do you think... now that we tried that... do you think that we should really do that again? Like... is it something two bros like us should really be doing?"
"Fuck, yes, D! Let's think about this. I've got a huge fuckin' dick that needs to get off basically twice in an hour to keep from boning up in that skimpy-ass speedo that Coach Faggot is makin' us wear. And you've got the golden touch, so to speak. Seems like you don't mind workin' my thick dick or gettin' hosed down with my fuckin' jock juice, lil bro. It's like a win-win for me, man. I get off when I need to and you do all the work!"
Matt started laughing then, and slapped my butt to emphasize that last comment.
I guess there was no down side for Matt. But, like... there wasn't exactly an upside for me. I had basically committed to stroking Matt off, not only once, but twice a day. And it's not like it would be in the privacy of Matt's little domain here at his home. It would be in the locker room and then somehow in the pool... the pool where the rest of our co-ed swim class would be while it was happening. Shit!
"Matt, I'm just not so sure, man. I really don't think I thought this through. It just seemed like the only way to get you off as quick as you'd need to, but... it will be basically in public. Like I'd actually have to stroke you off in the locker room, and then in the fuckin' pool, man!"
I started to freak out a bit as I talked through this.
"Woah, woah, woah. Ease up, Danny. Just chill, man. We got this."
Matt walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders, giving me a light massage to help calm me down.
"Danny, just relax. You can totally do this. You're just helpin' your bud out, right? That's all this is. Fuck, I'd never have expected it, but now that you came up with this little game plan, I don't know why I didn't think of it before! You're my best friend, little buddy. My best fuckin' friend! And now, you're just helpin' me out. Just like I helped you out with the plan to tackle your speedo problem, and like I help you out with just about every-fuckin'-thing else, right? It's time to man up and do me this solid. Just relax."
Matt's hands worked their magic on my shoulders and the back of my neck as he spoke, and I did calm down. I mean, nothing he said was wrong. He has been helping me deal with my fat ass, and it felt right to repay him by helping him with... with what he needed. He has been my best friend forever, and I felt like this is something that maybe I could do for him, even though I'd never consider it for another dude. I felt Matt push against my back a bit, and I stretched forward with my arms to lean against the glass shower wall while he continued to rub down my back.
"Ease forward, bud. There you go. Just chill, little D. Think about it. You're just givin' your bro a hand when he needs it. Just like I'm givin' you a hand right now, helpin' you relax. You're helpin' me relax, too, by palming my aching hard cock until it goes soft. You're just bein' a good bro. You know when this 9 inch slab of meat bones up, I can't even think straight. I just get fuckin' crazy until I can cum, D. You're helpin' me with that. Like, it's probably the most important thing you could ever help a guy like me with - gettin' my nut. That's like mission number 1 for me."
I just listened to Matt as he explained his perspective on our new arrangement. His voice calm and direct as his hands continued their journey down my spine, while the water poured down over our muscled teenage bodies.
"Just think about this, D. I'm helpin' you accept this fuckin' fat ass you got, as somethin' you can't change. This juicy fuckin' peach of an ass you haul around in your jockeys every day is nothin' to be ashamed of, even if no other straight jock has anything like it. You gotta deal with this fat boy-butt and you're helpin' me deal with my fat man-meat. It's like fate or some shit. You and that juicy fuckin' ass and me with this heavy fuckin' cock."
I barely registered the words as Matt smacked his fully hard jock cock against my fat ass several times. I felt the heat of his manhood with each cock-smack, and my ass no doubt jiggled from each impact. After 4 or 5 smacks, he must have let go of his cock as it came to rest on the right half of my ass and Matt wrapped his arms around my stomach from behind and pulled himself against my back. Chest to back, cock to ass. I heard him speaking again over my shoulder.
"Fuuuuck, little D. Danny you have no idea what it's like to have such a huge piece between your legs, constantly fightin' to find a way to get off, to sneak inside a tight fuckin' pussy and fill it with a batch of hot ball cream, bro. Take a peek at your own little peter, Danny. Open your eyes and look down. It's so fuckin' tiny compared to this massive wood I've got laid across your bubble butt right now, isn't it? You're boy-dick isn't in the same league as this monster knockin' at your back door, right D? Tell me. Remind your buddy that you know your little pecker is nothin' like my jock cock, D."
I opened my eyes and looked down as the water dripped down my face and Matt spoke into my ear. He was right. There's just no way to deny that his cock was really something entirely different than my own prick. But, what seemed more important and confusing at the time, is that my prick was stiff as all hell, hard and wet while my bro maneuvered his much larger fuckstick between my ass cheeks. This felt vaguely familiar... like the last time we showered here and I swore he did the same thing. He was sliding that fat meatcicle up and down between my globes, just like he'd titty-fuck a chick. What the fuck was happening? How did we end up here, and why the fuck was my jimmy-stick hard?
"Yeah, D. I see you lookin' down at that little tommy gun. Tell me how small it is compared to this hot fuckin' sausage you got slidin' up and down between your sweet buns, bro. Tell me."
"It's small, Matt. Like... my dick is for sure smaller than yours. It's ... oh god... it's just not the same as your thick cock, bro. But... but please. Please stop. We shouldn't be doing this. You made your point, man. Fuck, you've got a huge fuckin' log, Matt, but you gotta get it off me."
"Yeah... you can't help but feel how fuckin' thick this hard cock is when it's sandwiched in that juicy fuckin' butt, huh Danny. But, I get it. You're right. I'm gettin' carried away here. Like I said, it's always on the hunt for some wet fuckin' pussy, little D. This fuckin' fat cock is always tryin' to squeeze up inside some sweet fuckin' cunt or another. Fuck..."
Matt kept sliding his bro-meat up and down my ass while he talked. I tried again.
"Please, Matt. Come on, dude. You're startin' to freak me out here! Pull that monster back away from my ass, Matt!"
"Oh, yeah. Sure thing, bro. Fuck, I'm sorry."
He pulled back away from me, releasing my body and putting just a little bit of space between his throbbing jock dick and my tender ass. I shuffled in place, turning towards him to protect my ass from any further contact from my best friend. I wasn't even thinking.
"Woah, Danny. You can't be serious? You're STILL fuckin' boned, bro? Look at that little dickie - it's hard as can be. Like, fuckin' HARD, bro! Shit, man. I just don't get it. I'll freely admit that fuckin' sweet ass you got was putting a little fluff in my junk, but what the fuck, dude? Why are YOU hard? You've stroked my 9 inch slab of meat, you've knelt between my thick jock thighs, you've let me empty my nuts all over your teenage face, you've felt my throbbing bone at your back door and you're STILL fuckin' hard? What the fuck, man?"
I didn't know what to say in response. He was absolutely right about everything, and I was horned out of my mind... I didn't know why. Why was I still fuckin' hard after all that?
"Matt... I... I don't know, bro. I don't know what's wrong with me. What the hell is happening?"
"Shit - calm down, D. Just calm down. Come here."
Matt pulled me in against his muscled chest and abs, wrapping me up in a bear hug... both naked, under the hot cascading water in his private shower. His 9 inch teen god cock was fully boned and flexing its dominance against my own stiff little prick. His right hand slid down to my fat ass and pulled me closer, making sure I felt every inch of his cock pressing into me.
"That's it, buddy. It's cool. So you're as horny as I am, that's all. I get it. My massive cock has that effect on people. I mean, never on another bro, but on every fuckin' bitch in that school and I'm sure plenty of closeted faggots, too. Maybe you just need to get off, too, buddy. I've creamed a few times today already. Maybe you just need to empty those little cum nuggets you got under your prick. I bet that's it. That's why you're still hard, while my own man-sized baby maker is pressed against your tiny-ass dick. So here's what we'll do. You need to practice workin' your magic on my rock hard boner while it's wet, like it will be in the pool tomorrow when you beat me off. So let's get down to business, and then you can dry off, get dressed, and head home. By the time you're there and start playin' with your favorite little toy there, it will have been enough time that we don't need to worry about you being a faggot when you beat off after having my raw cock in your hands, buddy. So here. Let's make this quick, just like it needs to be tomorrow."
Matt let go of me and took one step back. He stared into my eyes as he pressed down on my shoulders. I slid down the glass wall behind me, and felt myself lowering down to my knees on the tile floor. With my back now pressed against the glass, Matt stepped a bit closer again, his teen fuckstick only a few inches from my face. His body blocked the water from hitting my face as I looked up at him, while he leaned forward with one arm stretching out to steady himself against the glass wall behind me. He looked down at me from above.
"Come on, D. Let's do this. Wrap your hands around my cock, and make me cum. And remember, this time we're goin' for speed. You're gonna want to get me off as quick as possible tomorrow. That's the whole god damn point, right? You can get me off fast, cus of your years of experience playin' with yourself. Put that experience to use on my big dick, buddy."
As his one-eyed monster stared me in the face, I wrapped my right hand around his cock and started stroking. I was working my best friend's cock for the second time in an hour. I immediately put my all into this, really trying to get him to the point of no return as quickly as possible.
"Yeah, little buddy. Fuckin' jack me off. Stroke this slippery wet dong waivin' a few inches from your face, dude. Speed it up, D. You gotta put those biceps to use for your buddy. Flex those muscles to coax the jizz right outta these big nuts. I'm not gonna be able to help you tomorrow, Danny. I'm gonna need to make it look like nothin's happening. Like you're not yankin' on my 9 inch power tool under the water, D. But that's what you'll be doin'. You'll be fuckin' pawing at my boned up dick while I check out those fine bitches in their wet bathing suits, eyein' up those tits and dreamin' about their tasty cunts, bud. Come on, D. You're too fuckin' slow. Work that fuckin' fat cock, man! Make me sling this fuck sauce all over your pretty boy face, little boy. Fuckin' do it!"
I worked Matt's dick as hard and fast as I could while he spouted off above my head. I reached my left hand up and started tugging on his sack. It's something I liked to do to myself sometimes, and it always felt hot for some reason.
"Yeah, little D. Fuck yeah! Tug on that ball sack while you yank on that delicious dick! That's it, really go for it. Fuck, I know you can't tell since we're all wet 'n wild here, but I'm leakin' like crazy now bro. Shit, you really are fuckin' great at playin' with cock, boy. It's like your hand just knows how to get a real man off, D. God damn it, I feel my balls pullin' up already. Perfect! Can you see? You see my sack gettin' tight? That's the sign, Danny. My steeled up cock is gonna shoot!"
I felt his cock throb in my hand as I squeezed my eyes tight and he shot yet another heavy load from the tip of his 9 inch teen cock right at my face. I didn't realize what was happening until I felt a hot blast of salty juice hit my tongue... I didn't close my mouth! I squeezed my fuckin' eyes shut and didn't close my fuckin' mouth! And fuck if he didn't start blasting his thick cock snot straight inside while my hand continued to stroke each blast of jock juice!
"HELL YEAH! What the ACTUAL FUCK, dude?! You... uhhh... you're fuckin' drinkin' down my god damn nut, faggot! HOLY SHIT! Oh FUCK YES! Yeah, drink down that sweet fuckin' jizz while you jerk this jock dick right in front of your fuckin' face! You're actually fuckin' chuggin' down my ball cream! Holy fuck! What's wrong with you, bitch?! FUUUUUUUCK... fuckin' eat that nut!"
I was in total shock. I didn't even close my mouth, I was like, frozen solid as I tasted Matt's cum for the first time while it blasted all over my tongue and straight to the back of my throat. After the fifth blast my brain started working again and I finally shut my mouth and dropped his dick. The last few blasts of ball batter hit my neck and chest. I hear Matt laughing above me while I was in total panic mode on my knees in front of his now spent cock.
"Ha ha ha ha! You ate my fuckin' cum, Danny! What the hell were you thinkin'? WHAT just happened, dude?"
I started wiping off Matt's cum from my body... well, the cum I didn't swallow. I tried to get up, but felt Matt's hands on my shoulders again keeping me in place, pushed against the glass shower wall on my knees in front of him.
"Oh, hell no! You got some explainin' to do, boy. You just played the part of a cum-guzzling slut as you basically just drained my nuts down your throat. You've told me time and again you're not a faggot. I've ignored the fact that you suggested beating me off. I've ignored the fact that you've got a tiny boy nub where your COCK should be. I've ignored the fact that you've been hard CONSTANTLY when you're checkin' out my nine inch bone. Now am I gonna ignore this, too? You drink my ball juice like some FAGGOT and I'm gonna let that go?"
He literally talked down to me while he kept his hands locked on my shoulders, with his deflating cock still at my eye level. The water washed over his muscles while his gaze was fixed on me.
"Fuck! Please, Matt! I don't know what the hell happened. I'm not a faggot, bro! I'm fuckin' straight - you know I am. I was just tryin' to keep your fuckin' cum outta my eyes and wasn't even payin' attention to what else was happening, man. Shit! Please, Matt. Just forget about this. Please, bro. I'm fuckin' sick about this."
I looked up at him as I finished begging him to forget about the fact that I just drank his cum. I could tell he was thinking about what to do. He backed away and pulled me up to my feet.
"You need to think about what just happened. You gave me a hand job, with my delicious dick pointed straight at your mouth and you swallowed my stud cum, BRO. Tell me you're not a liar, bro. You look me in the eyes, and you tell me that you didn't just slurp down my baby batter because you're a fuckin' homo. You look me in the eyes and tell me you're still my straight, PUSSY lovin' bro that I've known for years. You tell me, and I'll believe you."
"I swear, Matt. I swear it was just an accident. I had no idea what I was doing until it was too late and I tasted... fuck. I'm tellin' you the truth, Matt!"
"Say it. Say you're not a homo."
"I'm not a homo."
"You're not a FAGGOT."
"I'm not a faggot!"
He held me steady and stared into my eyes, trying to make up his mind about his best friend of so many years. He was silent for a full two minutes before he spoke.
"Ok. Ok. I believe you. But don't think I'm just gonna forget this. You drank down my load, D. My fuckin' hot, nasty, ball cream just made its way down your throat. That's not somethin' either of us is gonna forget. Wash the rest of my cum off and I'll be in my bedroom."
Matt let go of me and turned, walking out of the shower stall and grabbing his towel on the way. I cleaned the rest of his jizz from my body and did the same. Matt had his towel draped around his neck, hanging down either side of his chest, still naked otherwise. He was standing a few feet in front of his bed, waiting for me. I had wrapped my towel around my waist as I made my way into the room.
"Listen, D. I'm really not sure what to make of that, but it doesn't change our plan. You're still gonna need to help me take care of my speedo problem tomorrow... in the locker room and in the pool. Why don't you get outta here, now. I need some time. I'll see you in the morning when I pick you up."
I pulled my things together, got dressed, and turned for the door. I was embarrassed. I still couldn't believe I just... did that... and now Matt thought I was some kind of queer slut. FUCK. As I grabbed the door handle to head out, Matt spoke. He'd still been standing there, now dry but still naked, watching me while I got dressed.
"Danny. You know what I said before? That you should wank that little stiffy when you got home? That it was ok so you could get some release and take the edge off? Yeah, forget that. If you put your hands on that little prick tonight, after drinking down my sweet fuckin' jock juice... you're a faggot for sure. So go for a run, take a bath, I don't give a shit, whatever you need to do to relax, but DON'T touch your boy-dick. That would be so fuckin' sick right now. Got it?"
I noticed his own long, limp tool was a little plump as I responded.
"Yeah... yeah, man. I got it. I just need... like I just need to get some sleep."
"For sure, D. Get some sleep. Clear your head. You need it. See you tomorrow."
As I made my way home, I wondered what the hell was happening to me, and even worse, what did Matt think of me?
End of part 11.
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