Story Themes: Best friends, manipulation, domination, straight to gay
Continuation from Part 4:
Matt shut off the water to both shower heads, opened the glass door and moved over to the shelf with the stack of clean towels. He tossed one back in the shower at me and started drying off his golden muscle-boy body. I realized, then, that his dick was hard. Hard as fuckin' steel, shooting straight up from his thick, matted wet pubes.
I started to realize that he totally boned up while he was washing me off. And... did he really have that thick bone sandwiched between the two halves of my bubble butt? Fuck - what?
"Dude, I... dude, you're like, hard, man," I stammered out.
"Oh, sorry, bud. It's got a mind of its own. You know I can't really control this thing."
Matt stopped drying off and through his towel over his shoulder, wrapped his right hand around his fully loaded jock dick and shook it at me, laughing like he just told a joke that would bring down the house.
"But, seriously. Matt. Did you like, have that thing..." I still didn't know exactly what to ask.
"Did I have this massive man-dick nestled between your sweet cheeks, Danny? Is that what you're asking your buddy?"
"... yeah..."
"I don't know. I wasn't paying attention to my dick, bro. I was payin' attention to you. I was focused on scrubbin' you down, just like you did me. You must've loved it, because you were like on another planet, dude. I'm sure my cock brushed against you at some point. Trust me. If I was payin' attention to this gorgeous dick hangin' between my legs, it wouldn't still be hard. If I was payin' attention to it, I'd have gotten my nut and would feel a lot less horny than I do right now, bro, to be honest with you."
Matt resumed toweling off, threw the towel in the hamper, and walked back into his room.
I stood there frozen for a minute, tryin' to figure out some puzzle in my head without knowing what it was supposed to look like once complete. I shook my head, toweled myself dry, and glanced in the mirror. My soft dick wasn't really much to look at, but my ass. That fuckin' fat ass. I rubbed my right cheek where Matt's red hand print was fading. I really wished he wouldn't slap my ass.
I tossed my towel on top of Matt's, and followed him back into his bedroom. ........................................................................................................................................................................................
Part 5:
Matt was starting to get dressed when I walked into the room. I noticed him pulling on a pair of black and red striped Calvins.
"I noticed you didn't bring a change, Danny. Those clothes on the bed are for you."
Matt was right. I'd forgotten to bring a change of clothes. I knew we were going to play some ball, and... well, that I'd probably be naked after that while hanging out with Matt. I guess I didn't think anything past that. I walked over to the bed and took a look at what he left there for me. An orange polo, some blue jeans, and a pair of socks. Shit. I didn't have any extra underwear, either. And I certainly wasn't going to put my sweat soaked pair back on from the game.
"Thanks, Matt. I, uh... I even forgot underwear, bro."
"Yeah - sux to be you, Danny. You'll have to freeball it. But, honestly, who cares. What do you think of these bro?"
I looked at Matt. He hadn't gotten any further than his underwear, and was checkin' himself out in the mirror.
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said, D. What do you think of these underwear on me?"
"Umm, I mean they look fine, Matt."
"They look fine. What the fuck good does that do me? I need to know if they're hot. I need to know if I'm hot in them. What if we run into some hot chick at the mall while shoppin' for your little swimsuit and I get a crack at some pussy? Are these gonna help me seal the deal? You're my best friend, and I need you to be lookin' out for me, too, man. How's my junk look in these boxer-briefs?"
"Dude, if you get far enough with the girl that she's lookin' at your boxer-briefs, I'd say it won't much matter. It's not like you'll be parading around the mall in your underwear, man," I replied.
"That's true... ok, let me get these jeans on."
Matt picked up his jeans and pulled them over his thighs and ass. They had four buttons instead of a zip up fly.
"Ok, bro. Now, how do I look in these jeans?"
"You look great, Matt. Really good."
"Really good? Really good isn't gonna get my fat cock the action it needs. How's the dick, man?"
I felt totally awkward and embarrassed at this point, standing by his bed naked, while Matt was shirtless in his tight designer jeans asking me for an opinion on his buttoned up bulge.
"I mean... it's good, Matt. Your dick looks, like... full. Like your bulge looks pretty big and those jeans riding low sort of draws your eye right to it."
"Perfect, buddy. Thanks. You're always lookin' out for me and my dick," Matt chuckled in response.
He pulled on his shirt and I turned my attention back to my own, or rather my borrowed, clothes. I pulled on the jeans, which were much tighter than my normal relaxed fit style. Of course, I could barely get them over my fat ass and get them zipped up. Some of my ass definitely showed over the waist of the jeans, and I let out a sigh of frustration.
"Look bud. Those jeans look great on you. You're always wearin' baggy fuckin' jeans that make you look homeless. Embrace it. Embrace that butt, bro. Damn, man, a lot of dudes would kill to get an ass like that."
It made me feel a little better to hear that. Matt, fully dressed, came closer to me.
"See bro? The way the denim hugs your cheeks? It's like a perfect fit. This little bit of butt comin' out the top? That should be covered by your shirt. Doesn't it feel good to have a pair of my jeans on, that really fit your tight bod, Danny?"
Matt's hands danced around on my backside, tracing the waistband of the jeans, palming my ass to accentuate the fit, tracing my bit of crack showing out the top... followed by a quick slap on my denim clad ass as he moved away.
I pulled on the polo, which also felt tighter than my normal shirt: and shorter. It did cover the top of my jeans, but barely.
"Alright, D. Let's hit it."
When we got to the mall, stepped out of his car and felt my shirt riding up, then coming back down to cover my slightly exposed ass as I stood fully upright. Walking into the mall, it felt weird to be in Matt's tight fitting clothes. I felt like people could tell they didn't belong on me. Like they could tell I was uncomfortable or like they had their eyes on my butt, judging me. Matt seemed oblivious.
"Come on, bro. Let's get to that store we were at yesterday and find you some more speedos. I'm gettin' hungry so we can hit the food court after."
Matt led the way back to the store and we started goin' through the suits again. We found the same navy blue pair I picked up yesterday, and I picked up that same pair in the next two sizes up. Matt, meanwhile, found a similar looking pair with a drawstring, like he'd suggested. He reminded me that we'd need a pair of socks.
"Fuck, really, Matt? You really think I need to do that... to... like stuff the front?"
"Um, yes! Dude, look at this pair here. Ain't no way that tiny fuck-stick you got is gonna fill up this pouch. Look, there are some athletic socks over here. That bottom shelf has navy."
My cheeks flushed red as he talked about my 'tiny fuck-stick' and I moved over to the shelf with the socks. I bent down to the floor, sort of squatting, and felt the polo ride up a few inches, and the cool air on my exposed ass. Bending down like this also slightly pulled down my jeans, making the back pull away a bit from my butt. Matt leaned down behind me and whispered in my left ear.
"Look out, Danny. You flashin' that bubble butt crack at me might give people the wrong idea."
Matt laughed out loud as I rushed to grab a small pair of the navy socks and stand back up.
"Ok, D. Let's hit the fitting room."
"Wait, Matt. Yesterday we just bought them and tried them on at your place. I figured that's what we'd do again."
"Fuck no, man! I'm not comin' back and forth to this place another 10 times to make sure your ass is covered. Let's go. We'll use that handicapped stall on the end - more room for us."
Matt started walking back to the fitting room, and I realized that meant he was planning to come in the stall with me. Fuck.
He opened the door to the larger stall, walked in, and sat down on the stool in there. I followed up and moved towards the shelf and mirror, after shutting and locking the door.
"Ok, bro. Drop trough and let's see how your butt handles these new suits."
I was eager to take off the borrowed clothes that were way too small, even if that did mean going nude with my buddy sitting, legs spread, on that stool two feet from my oversized ass. I was facing Matt when I bent down to take off my sneakers.
"No, man. Danny you should turn the other way. If we're gonna kick this shame you got, we're gonna take every opportunity for you to have my eyes on your ass. That's the whole point of our naked deal, right? It'll just go faster, and you'll feel better, if you stop trying to hide from me at every turn."
I hadn't consciously taken that stance, but I did what he said and turned around, bending down again to remove the sneaks.
"Good, buddy. Way to lean into it, man."
Matt seemed happy with how quickly I did as he suggested. I stood back up, peeled the fitted shirt over my head, and then pushed my jeans down my full butt, thighs, and calves until I could kick them off.
"Dude, those are my jeans, remember. I don't want them kicked around on some nasty fitting room floor, where perverts have probably spilled their disgusting jizz. Pick them up and fold them nicely," Matt sharply ordered.
"Ok, ok, sorry bro," I quickly responded as I bent at the waist and picked the jeans off the floor, probably flashing Matt a clear shot of my spread cheeks in the process.
I put his newly folded jeans on the shelf with the polo, and pulled on the first speedo, still facing towards the mirror, and away from Matt. I could see in the reflection he was watching my every move and his hands were planted on the insides of his widely spread thighs: his right hand occasionally adjusting his package as a slight grin formed on his chiseled jawline.
The biggest pair, with the drawstring, easily pulled up and over the entirety of my butt. Covered every inch, thank God. Fuck, it felt nice not to worry about half my ass hanging out the top or bottom. I did, however, notice what Matt earlier pointed out would be the problem. The sides and back of the suit were skin tight as a speedo should be, but the front sort of just hung, the loose fabric piling up on my groin with my pubes mostly exposed.
"The back looks great from here, bro. Full coverage of your record breaking butt, like the six o'clock news! Let me see it close up."
I turned and walked towards Matt, standing about a foot from him, basically between his legs.
"See dude. Told ya. That thing you call a dick isn't gonna do this job on its own. Get the socks."
I shuffled over and grabbed the socks off the shelf, then walked back towards Matt. He quickly grabbed them from my hands, pulled off the price tag, and balled them up. He then pulled at the front of my speedo, and shoved the socks into my pouch before I could think to stop him.
"There man. Look at that. It's like you have a real dick now!"
Matt laughed at my expense as he grabbed my hips and spun me around towards the mirror. I could see even from here that it did look like my dick got an upgrade, and now the top of the speedo was much closer to normal position on my hips. I pulled the drawstring tight, and started to tie it as Matt's hands felt up the sides of my speed and ran across my butt.
"Yeah, little D. These feel great on you. They totally cover your juicy ass and with the help of those socks, make you look more like a stud than ever. Fuck. You're gonna turn heads in this, for sure, bro."
He slapped my butt and pushed me away.
"Ok, let's try these other pairs on quick."
I tried on each of the other two pairs, which covered less of my ass. The middle pair was tricky, because of the balance of ass and dick space, so Matt pulled one sock out of the bundle and stuffed only one bunched up sock into the front of that one. It seemed to work. The smallest of the three didn't need a sock. It did have a little bit of extra fabric, but not enough to draw a lot of attention. Each time I changed I faced the mirror, so I wasn't hiding my butt and Matt seemed pleased.
His hands spent way more time on my butt than I expected, helping me adjust the speedos, feeling how they clung to my ass, pointing out where my ass was exposed. At one point, I kind of struggled to get the mid-size speedo off, and almost fell on the nasty floor. Matt jumped up from his stool to grab me, and pulled me close to him so I wouldn't fall. He pulled at my hips to keep my butt secure against his groin while I got them down the rest of my legs and off my feet. When I changed in and out of the smallest pair, he did the same thing, so I wouldn't lose my balance.
I could tell right away that his 9-incher wasn't exactly hibernating in his jeans. It felt thick on the other side of the denim, but he told me after our shower that he was horny and he'd never gotten off, so he's probably been throwing rods on and off all afternoon.
When I got dressed, we agreed that all three pairs would help as I got more comfortable in swim class over the next few months, so I bought all three. Rather, Matt bought all three. When we got to the register, he pulled out his platinum card and handed it to the cashier.
"I've got this, D," he said to me before turning to the cashier.
"My friend here has a little speedo fetish. He loves to wear these when we hit the beach and show off for all the cock-hungry fags that check him out. He totally gets off on showing off his fat butt to those homos."
My jaw dropped in shock as Matt spun that little tale to the cashier, who looked like he was about our age, but nowhere near the physical shape we were in.
"What the fuck, Matt, that's total bullshit!" I started to yell as he continued to the cashier.
"He doesn't like me talking about it. Look how red he's getting. But, why else would he need all these speedos? Anyway, thanks for the help, dude."
Matt grabbed the bag of speedos, turned around, and headed for the door as I caught up to him.
"Dude! Why the fuck did you just say that shit?"
Matt was laughing so hard he had to stop and lean on the wall when we got out of the store.
"It was fuckin' great, Danny! That kid didn't know what the hell to say. Did you see his face? Priceless! Such a fuckin' riot, man."
"Matt that wasn't funny at all. That kid must think I'm a fuckin' homo, too!" I said back.
"Danny, who gives a shit. It's not like we know him, and he doesn't know us. Relax, man. Just chill and enjoy the joke. It was hysterical."
I tried to calm myself down as we kept walking. As we hit the food court, my hunger sort of took over my anger, and I just let it go. We each had a burger and split an order of fries before heading home. Thankfully, I didn't see anyone we knew as I was dressed in this super tight get-up Matt put me in earlier.
We got back to Matt's house around 5, and Matt jumped on his bed after kickin' off his shoes. He laid back and relaxed, before looking over at me.
"Ok, Danny. You know what time it is - get naked, bro."
I did know what time it was. I'd been thinking about it on the ride back to his place. I stripped down here in his room like I did in the fitting room and folded Matt's clothes back up and left them on his desk, my back to Matt the whole time. When I turned around, I noticed he had also stripped down, to those black and red striped Calvins I saw him pull on earlier.
"Fuuuuck, dude. I'm so god-damned horny, man. I didn't beat off this morning and this thick dick has been fighting its way outta these underwear all afternoon, bro."
Matt grabbed the outline of his massive jock meat through his boxer-briefs while mouthing off about his horny teenage condition from the head of his king-sized bed.
"Pull up a chair, dude. Right over here, D."
He gestured towards the right side of his bed as he picked up his phone. I slid his desk chair over and took a seat.
"Listen, Danny. You did great today. I can tell you're really making an effort to try and kick this fear you got. It feels good to work at it, right buddy? Feels good to be naked here with your bro, safe and sound while you know I can check out your pencil dick and juicy ass at any moment, right?"
I thought about it.
"Yeah, Matt. I am feeling more relaxed, even since yesterday. And I am really trying. I hate my ass, but it's what I've got, so I need to deal with this."
"Exactly, D. Exactly. So, like I said on Monday you're gonna need to return the favor. You're gonna need to buy me some time to get off before class, so my king-sized mound doesn't rear its beautiful head at the wrong time."
Matt found what he was looking for on his phone, mirrored it onto his 4k TV facing his bed from the opposite wall, and turned the sound up. I turned my head to the TV as I saw a twenty-something jock dressed in gym shorts, sleeveless T, and backwards cap eating out the pussy of a Latina girl from behind. Her fat, tanned ass jiggled as he slapped it and enjoyed his sweet meal, his stubble rubbing against her cheeks and mound. Matt continued.
"We're gonna be pretty close to each other in that locker room, man, when I'm trying to bust my nut. You'll need to be lookin' for other dudes headin' our way, but you're definitely gonna get an eyeful of my stiff johnson as I'm pumping away at it. I don't want that to get too weird."
I listened to Matt as I kept my eyes on the XXX feature playing out in high-def on his TV. The muscled jock pulled his face out of her snatch, pulled her ass cheeks wide apart, blew on her asshole, and then dove in; rimming her like he was enjoying his dessert.
"I mean, there's nothing weird about me beating off, D. But, I don't want you to get freaked out by it. Ya know, if it was your first time looking at this heavy, drippy dick... slick with pre-. You see how much pre-cum I got flowing?"
I turned my head back to Matt for the first time since he loaded up the porn, and saw his huge cock, fully hard, with a constant stream of pre-cum flowing down the shaft and over his right hand that was wrapped tightly around it, moving very slightly up and down. He must've kicked his underwear, because his jock bod was spread-eagle on the bed as he looked intently at my eyes.
"Woah, dude... like, I... what're you doin', Matt? Let me give you some privacy, bro," I stuttered.
"No, no, no, D. This is what I'm sayin'. You're gonna be seein' a lot more of my gorgeous cock, Danny. We got swim class three times a week."
I could hear the porn playing while his fingers were now lightly tracing up and down his hard-on.
"This is exactly why I put the porn on, little buddy. I need to know you're not gonna get freaked out in the locker room on Monday while I'm stroking this massive jock cock until I shoot my thick, creamy load. Just like you gotta get used to showing off that juicy butt, you gotta get used to seeing your best friend play with his man-sized cock and fuckin' dump his seed. Seriously, you've never seen me hard like I am now. You've never seen how much my dick leaks when I get horny. Look at that, bro. You leak pre- like I do?"
"No, man... I don't really get pre-cum. I've never seen a dick leak like that."
I was staring at his leaky dick, now. The head of his dick occasionally popping out into view as he slowly pulled his skin back and forth, up and down. His pre-nut looked sticky as he played with it - pulling a bit from the exposed pink mushroom head and moving his finger slowly up until the strand broke.
"Fuuuuuck, Danny. Look at that jock take control of that slut on TV. So fuckin' hot, right?"
I turned to look back at the porn. The jock stood up now, and told the slut to get to work. She turned around, pulled down his shorts, and exposed his bulging jock strap. She then put her mouth on his mound and he slapped her across the face. He called her a dirty cunt and demanded that she ask his permission to put her mouth on his monster dick. She begged him for it, and he tucked his thumb into the strap, pulling down as his fat tool fell heavy on her face and she sucked it into her mouth immediately. He continued to talk down to her, calling her a fucking whore, a cockslut, and a desperate bitch, occasionally slapping her face to assert his dominance.
I realized my own dick was rock hard, and that I'd been playing with it for a few minutes.
"Danny?"
"Yeah, man?" I answered, eyes still on the TV as I took in the hot scene playing out before me, working my dick in my hand.
"Danny, look at me."
I turned my attention back to my best friend and his demanding piece. His uncut jock dick that continued to leak and provide him with endless lube for stroking, his auburn pubes exposed at the base of his dick and creeping just slightly up the start of the shaft.
"Danny, the porn is for me. I need to get off. I need to work at least one load outta this crazy huge cock before I go insane. You need to relax. You need to take your hands away from that nub you're messing with and chill. Why are we doin' this together, bro? Why are you scopin' out my hot, muscled bod while I work this heavy tool, buddy? It's to get you ready to see me doin' it in the locker room, right? To see me standing with one leg on the bench while I go to town on this uncut member before I tuck it into my tight cherry red speedo, right? So think about it. You're not going to be playing with your little dickie, then, are you? You're going to be keepin' an eye out for our bros, or for that faggot Coach Summers to make sure they don't get an eyeful of my private sex show, right? You'll see my dick gettin' ready to nut, while yours is already tucked into your swimsuit, behind the socks you stuffed down the front to make it look like you got some meat packed in there."
My hand stopped moving on my dick as he spoke. I could hear the sound of fucking from the porn and turned my head to see the sweaty dude had stripped his clothes except for that backwards hat, and was driving his massive cock into the ass of that Latina slut.
"Danny, no. Look at me. That porn isn't for you, right?"
I turned back to Matt, who was boldly stroking his fully grown 9-inch, uncut meat above his heavy balls, filled with that thick ball-juice he's been streaming out for the last 15 minutes.
"R..right. I'm supposed to pretend we're in the locker room, right?"
"Yeah, buddy. Perfect. We're in the locker room and you're watchin' for other dudes while you're gettin' an eyeful of my gorgeous dick mid-workout. So you don't need to touch your dick, right? Because that's not the point. There's no reason for you to be playing with yourself while you're watching your best buddy go for his nut, right? That would be fuckin' sick dude. Only a faggot would play with their tiny dick while they were watchin' a man stroke his bone, right? My boner is so hard, buddy. So fuckin' hard while I watch this porn and play with it. A man stroking his meat on his bed, or in the locker room. No faggots allowed, right, bro? Right, little D?"
I had let go of my dick and watched my bro stroke his thick tool. He kept picking up speed. It was different the way he beat off. He'd slap his meat against his open palm sometimes, stretch out that sticky pre- he kept leaking, and circle his finger under his hood. Sometimes he'd use two hands, twisting around the shaft. Otherwise his left hand was usually tugging on his full balls.
"But, fuck, Matt. I'm horny, too. This porn has me fuckin' hard and I need to get off, too, bro!"
"Buddy. We're just gettin' used to you seein' me beat this meat. No other reason. We're not faggots jerking off together, scoping each other out. Right?"
"Of course, not, Matt."
"Right, D. So then you shouldn't be playing with yourself. Just watch me."
The dude in the porn started moaning loudly, still talking down to the girl, but it was clear he was getting his nut and emptying his balls right up her fat ass.
"Fuuuuck, bro. Fuck, Danny. I'm about to shoot. Make sure you watch this shit. Eyes on me. Focus on this dick shooting this fuckin'... hot... load!"
My attention was on Matt's massive cock has he shot load after load of thick jock-juice all over his washboard abs, the last few shots unloading on his pubes and along the base of his shaft. My own dick felt harder than ever, begging for attention that I wouldn't give it.
"Holy fuck, dude. Look at this mess, Danny! Look at all this fuckin' cum. God, that felt great! Get me a washcloth, bro."
I stood up and turned naked toward the bathroom. Washcloth in hand, I walked back into the bedroom and saw Matt in all his glory, big smile on his face like he just cured cancer. My dick still hard, I tossed him the wash cloth.
"Thanks, bro. I really needed that fuckin' nut, Danny. Did you see how hard I was! Fuck, and all that pre-. I was goin' crazy to get these rocks off."
Matt wiped up the cum from his body and dick, while I stood there, my 6-inch bone pointed straight out, unsatisfied.
"Thanks, bro. This cloth was barely big enough to soak up all this hot ballcream I shot."
Matt chucked the cum-soaked rag at me, hitting me in the abs with it before it fell right on my hard dick, getting me wet with his teenage load.
"Fuckin' gross! Ugh!" I shouted as I grabbed the rag and threw it at the open door to the bathroom.
Matt laughed as I hurried after the drying rag, grabbing a clean one from his bathroom and wiping the second hand cum from my torso and deflating dick.
After I wiped off, I re-entered the bedroom and saw a ball game had replaced the porn on the TV, and Matt had pulled back on his boxer-briefs and shorts. He was lying on the bed, arms folded behind his head causing his biceps to pop.
"Let's chill and watch this game now, dude. I feel so relaxed how after getting off. Don't you love that feeling after a good jack-off session?"
"Yeah... for sure. Speaking of which, since I didn't really get..."
"No way, D. You're not gonna beat off now, after you just watch me hose down my abs with my hot load, right? For real. What kind of faggot would jack off after he just saw another dude blow his load? Right?" Matt replied after cutting me off.
"No man, it's not that, I just got so horny from that porno you had..." I started, but Matt cut me off again.
"Dude - you weren't watching that porn. I was. You were focused on this dick, right here."
Matt pointed to the lump in his shorts, then continued.
"If you go in that bathroom and tug on that tiny prick until you orgasm, that means you're a faggot. You can't watch me beat off my massive man-dick and then get yourself off right after. Total faggot shit, bro. And I know you're not a faggot, right?"
"Fuck no, I'm no fag!" I quickly replied.
"Right, so get back in that chair, kick up those legs, and relax. Let's watch these professional jocks do their thing, bro."
My dick was completely limp at this point, as I walked back towards the chair, resigned not to push the issue further because, honestly, it did kind of sound gay for me to whack off at this point after listening to Matt.
"Before you sit down, bro, just toss me my shirt."
"I turned towards where he chucked his own shirt, bent down, grabbed it, and stood back up, tossing it to him.
"Perfect, bud. Thanks, man," Matt thanked me.
He grabbed the shirt mid-air and dropped it next to him on the bed. Didn't seem like he felt like putting it on.
I plopped my fat ass in the chair as we watched the game: Matt totally spent and grinning like an ass, with me still horny and butt naked.
End of part 5.
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