Story Themes: Best friends, manipulation, domination, straight to gay
Continuation from Part 6:
It's happened before, where Matt ended up wrapped around me in the night, but of course we've always had on underwear or shorts. He was now hugging my naked, exposed body against his own muscled teen bod. And he was still asleep! I could see his eyes were closed as his face rested against the side of mine, and he kept talking. He was the source of my last dream of dirty talk. He seemed unfazed when I called out his name.
"Oh, fuck, baby. You've got such a pretty pussy hiding for Daddy in that fat ass you got. Yeah, baby. Don't tease Daddy with that juicy ass anymore, baby. Let Daddy in that pussy. Daddy needs that pussy and you need Daddy. You need him in that aching pussy you got. You know how good it will feel to have Daddy sliding in and out of that slick pussy, working his dick in and out as he gets ready to give you his babies, right? Yeah, baby..."
Matt's dick was still sliding up and down between my cheeks as I yelled and pushed him off me.
"Matt! Wake the fuck up, bro!"
Matt fell back on the bed when I pushed up against his arm, finally waking him.
"Dude - what the fuck? Why'd you wake me up, man? I was just having the hottest fuckin' dream. Fuck, look how hard I am? I think I seriously was about to cream the sheets from that dream, bro."
He didn't realize. He didn't realize he'd been humping my ass while he dreamed about fucking some girl's cunt. I didn't want to draw any attention to what he was actually doing, but couldn't avoid looking at the steeled dick that had just been sliding up and down my ass.
"You were makin' all kinds of noise, Matt. I couldn't sleep with your sleep-talking, again."
"Fuck, man. I gotta piss, if I can get this dick to cooperate. I seriously hate waking up from a sweet dream like that. Damn."
Matt stood and headed towards the bathroom. I watched his tanned body move across the room as I started to wrestle in my mind with what exactly was making my own dick so hard. I haven't gotten off in 24 hours, even when Matt played a couple of hot porns that really got me going. Yeah, the fact that I haven't had any alone time away from Matt so I could get myself off - that had to be it. ........................................................................................................................................................................................
Part 7:
When Matt emerged from the bathroom, I was still sitting in bed. It looked like he'd been somewhat successful at taming his dick, as it was swinging between his legs instead of pointing the way as he moved towards his dresser.
"Ok, Danny. Get your lazy ass outta bed. I figure we can get your squats outta the way, then go for a run, and finish up with some lifting. Even you can't go running with your pencil penis flopping around, so come here and take one of my old jockstraps. It's been too small for me since this bad boy became adult sized."
Matt grabbed his cock as he referenced his bad boy, and I walked over to the dresser. I took the jock from him, and looked it over. It was a standard white athletic jockstrap with a red and a blue line around the waistband. I saw it was a size small. A normal pair of size small underwear would never fit me, but a jock was different. My toned waist and package shouldn't be a problem, and since there was no fabric to stretch over my ass, I could probably manage the straps. Matt slipped on one of his own newer red jockstraps before turning back to me.
"Come on, D. Put that shit on and let's get those squats in."
I pulled the jockstrap on, and although it was tight on my waist and legs, it fit. It would do the job for our morning workout.
"Ok, bud. Just like the other day, let's see your 50 and I'll check out your form and add some resistance."
Matt stood behind me as I spread my legs and moved down into my first squat. He immediately corrected me.
"No, Danny. Get these legs apart like I showed you."
I stood back up and moved my legs as wide as I could while still being confident I wouldn't fall on my ass. I started back in on the routine.
"Yeah. MUCH better, dude. Good. Ok, now keep up the form, gettin' real low, back arched, ass out, and I'll move in and give you that resistance."
I felt Matt take his place against my backside. His jock covered bulge pushed right into my ass, and his hands grabbed on tightly to my hips.
"I'm gonna push into you as much as I can, so you really get a good resistance level, buddy. I'm gonna have to hold tight to these hips, 'cus in this position it'll be hard for me to balance as we move down. You're gonna need to support my weight pulling your buck-naked butt back on my jock, dude. This will really work your thighs, too."
"Ok, Matt. I got you."
We fell into a good rhythm. As I moved down towards the ground, I felt his hands tighten on my hips to keep his balance, and his jock pushed tighter against my ass. There was no denying his huge cock was knocking on my asshole in this position. Each time I moved down, my ass spread apart just as he applied the resistance with his jock on my exposed hole. The more we glided up and down together, the more my legs burned from holding up the extra weight, and the more I realized his jock was filling out with hard teen-boy meat from the friction of our bodies.
"Dude. Are you... ya' know. Gettin' hard against my ass, man?" I questioned, unable to ignore it.
"Oh shit, yeah, D. Guess I am chubbin' up a bit. Didn't even realize. No homo, bro. Just hangin' on to this sweet butt so we don't topple over. How's it feel?"
"How's it feel havin' your dick..." I started to question back, but Matt corrected me.
"No, douche-bag! I don't want to know how it feels havin' my horned-up cock push against your fuckin' asshole! How's the exercise feel? How's the extra weight feel? Fuckin' faggot!"
My god. Of course he wasn't asking me how his dry-hump of my teenage asshole felt! Shit.
"Oh! Yeah, man. My thighs and quads are burning like crazy, bro. Big difference. It's hard for me to keep this up."
"Good. And I don't want to hear you complainin' about my jock covered tool gettin' stiff. I'm helpin' you out, right? And you're here basically buckin' that oversized ass back against my teenage meat and expect I'm not gonna chub up? Of course I am. I'm a fuckin' man. My thick dick is programmed to respond. I'm just doin' this to help you, bro, and if you don't wanna keep training, that's on you."
"No, man! No, I'm cool. I'm sorry I said anything."
I grabbed his hands and held them tight in place on my hips to prove my point: that I wanted to continue. After a few more squats I let them go, and we were finishing up with the 50 soon after. We both stood back up and he slapped my ass with his right hand as I leaned against his dresser for a quick rest.
"Good boy, Danny. You did real good."
Standing behind me, Matt took the opportunity to feel up the muscle tone in my ass and upper legs. He slapped my ass cheeks a few times each.
"Look at that, D. This work is really payin' off for you. Hardly any jiggle in this juicy jock ass of yours anymore. Almost all muscle, buddy. Really good work you've been puttin' in."
While I didn't like the ass slapping, I did like the praise from my best friend.
"Thanks, Matt. I appreciate it, bro. The routines have really made a big difference."
As I turned around, I saw Matt trying to adjust his bone.
"Let's get dressed and go for that run, little D."
Matt pulled out a sleeveless t-shirt and basketball shorts for himself, then tossed a pair of onion skin running shorts to me. No shirt.
"Ha ha, Matt. I need some real clothes, please."
"Dude, those are your real clothes. Dudes run in shorts like that all the time. Professional runners use that shit. I bought 'em a while back, but as soon as I hit the streets I realized there was no way in hell they'd keep my fat wang contained. I'd get fuckin' arrested for sure. They're perfect for you, though. Ya' know, 'cus of..."
"My small dick? Fuck you, bro. My dick is NOT small. It's like 6 inches, and more than enough to fuck some hot pussy," I countered.
"God damn it, Danny. I'm sick of you lyin' to me about your penis, bro. Bros don't lie. We're gonna settle this now, man. Come here, D."
"Let's just go runnin', Matt. Forget it."
"No. You keep braggin' about your 6 inch dick like it's somethin' to be proud of, like it's a real man's dick. I don't give a shit how small your dick is. I'm your best friend. You could have a god damn cunt between your legs and it wouldn't matter to me. What I DO care about is you lyin' to me and tellin' me your dick is normal sized. You've got a tiny dick, bro, and we're gonna deal with this now. Come here."
I moved closer to Matt, and stood in front of my best friend. Both of us still in our respective jocks. Well, him in his red jock and me in the used white size small jock he gave to me.
"First, we're gonna measure that little dick."
He grabbed a ruler from his desk and handed it to me.
"Wait, what?" I questioned.
"Don't be a dumbass, D. Take off my old jock and measure your penis on the top side, from root to tip."
I pulled down the snug-fitting jock and put the ruler along the top side of my dick. Pressing down to get the full length of my dick against the ruler, it measured in at 3 inches, which is what I expected with it being soft. I'm definitely a grower, not a shower.
"See, man. Your micro-dick is only 3 INCHES, Danny. 3! Not this bullshit 6 inches you've been trying to tell me is normal."
"Come on, Matt. You know I'm a grower, man! Even your dick isn't the full 9 when it's soft!"
"Bro, grower or not, most of the time you're walkin' around in this world, your dick isn't hard. Your little penis is fuckin' soft like 95% of the day. So you need to face facts that when you tell a bud your junk is 6 inches, that's completely inaccurate unless you are throwin' wood. Your dick is 3 inches, man. And, I'm not even convinced that you get to 6 inches when you ARE hard. I'd bet you're less than 6 for sure."
"No fuckin' way, Matt. I'm not a liar."
"Fine. Go ahead."
"Go ahead, what?" I questioned him.
"We're not gonna settle this until you get that little dick hard and we can both see that it doesn't hit the 6 inch mark on the ruler. So do it. Play with that little boy prick and get nice and stiff. Like as stiff as you can possible get. I don't want you to have any doubt that we got the measurement right."
"Dude, I'm not just gonna stand here and beat off. There's not even any porn playin' or anything."
"Nope. That's exactly what you're gonna do, Danny. I've heard for way too long about your average sized dick comin' in at 6 inches, and so far, all I see is a little baby dick that barely crosses the line at 3 inches. Get yourself hard and we'll know for sure."
"Fuck! Fine. But put on some porn. That one from last night was good."
"That's a no again, buddy. If we put on some porn, you know what's gonna happen. I'm gonna get all distracted from that hot porn pussy on screen and end up needin' to get my nut. I'll be focused on my own delicious dick again and will forget about what we're doin' here. We'll never get that measurement. Can't do it, bud. Just play with yourself and get stiff and get it over with."
Defeated, I put down the ruler and started massaging my dick with my right hand. I wanted to get this over as quickly as possible, so I closed my eyes and tried to replay that porn in my head, with the two bros bangin' that chick. Eatin' her out. Matt stood in front of me, with his arms crossed, still clad in his cherry red jockstrap while I played with my dick two feet in front of him. Occasionally I'd open my eyes to check out how much length my dick was showing, and I'd see Matt standing there, eyes locked on me.
"There you go, D. Play with that dicky until it's nice and stiff. Make him ready to reach his target on that ruler. You need to show me that you really do have a man's dick and not a boy's little prick, right? Keep jerkin' it, then. Jerk your little toy."
His voice was distracting me, and I was havin' a hard time replaying that scene in my head. I kept jerkin' my dick fast, tryin' to get this over with already.
"Looks like you're pretty hard, little buddy. Is that it? Is that your 6 inch prick you've been braggin' about? Are you ready to show me how wrong I've been about your tiny little dick?"
I opened my eyes and looked down. Success! My dick felt like steel in my hand and was ready to go. I picked up the ruler and pressed it against the top of my cock. Matt closed the gap between us, and moved in so he could look straight down at the measurement. He chuckled.
"Well. Where's the other inch, bro? That ruler says 5 inches. You lose a piece of your cock somewhere?"
I couldn't believe it. The ruler showed my dick coming in around 5.3 inches. I swear when I measured it a while back it was more like 5.6 or 5.7, easily rounded up to 6. Fuck! I was never gonna hear the end of this.
"Tell me, Danny. Tell me how long your little bone is?"
Matt smiled at me, knowing I'd hate to admit it.
"It's 5.3 inches."
"What was that? Did you just admit your LITTLE DICK is less than 6 inches? Even when it's hard? No way, 'cus you've been tellin' me, your best friend, that you were packin' an average sized 6 inch dick forever, bro. What is it again?"
He put his hand to his ear, waiting to hear it again.
"I said it's 5.3 inches."
"Dude. Don't squabble over a few centimeters. Do I say I have a 9.3 inch shaft? No. I say 9, because I'm a fuckin' man and don't need to prove anything. Your little boy dick is 5 inches. WAY below the 6 inch lie you've been tellin' me. So. Your soft penis is 3 inches. After all your hard work, you got it up to 5 inches. Now tell me... does that sound like an average dick or a small dick to you?"
I said nothing. What could I say that would matter? I put the ruler down, and my hard 6... 5 inch dick stuck out, begging for me to finish stroking it so I could cum. I've been so horned up the last couple of days and the drive to cum was strong.
"Nothing? Maybe you're STILL not convinced. I know. Maybe you don't want to say you have a small dick because you still don't really get what a BIG dick is. Here. Take a look at a real man's 9 inch MASSIVE fuckin' cock."
Using his left hand, Matt tucked his red jock under his bull balls and showcased his soft dick. I looked down at it, and Matt put his right hand on my left shoulder.
"No, bud. LOOK at it. Get a good, close look at what a real man's heavy cock is supposed to be. On your knees."
He pushed down on my shoulder, and I slowly bent to my knees.
"Good boy," Matt said from above as I knelt in front of him.
My right hand was still lightly playing with my dick when Matt's soft 6 inch dong became level with my eyes.
"Hands off the penis, bro. You can't touch your little prick while you're lookin' at my man-sized member, buddy. Remember?"
I removed my hands and left my stiff prick bouncing hard in the air.
"Now get a good look. This is a man's cock. This is the tool a man uses to slide deep into a wet pussy, squeezing tight on his shaft until he unloads his cum and breeds that cunt full of his baby batter. See how it's gettin' thicker? Just talkin' about fuckin' a hot snatch is enough to get this baseball bat ready to swing. You had to play with your little peter for like 5 minutes before you could get hard, practically begin' me to put in a porn so you could measure up. A real man doesn't need porn to get hard. A real man can get hard just from the thought of pussy. Just from the idea of fuckin' emptyin' these nuts inside a tight hole. Good boy, keep lookin' at that hooded wang. It's gettin' real hard now. Standin' up, proud, tall at better than 9 fuckin' inches. Ya see? This is a real man's cock. This is a big fuckin' cock. My foreskin can't even keep that fat mushroom head covered when I get hard like this. Fuckin' 9+ inches of tasty dick that makes a girl's panties so wet, and makes faggots fuckin' drool. Yeah, buddy. Tell me what you're lookin' at."
"A, uh, a real man's dick."
"Say it again, buddy."
"I'm lookin' at a real man's dick."
I could feel my face flush red as I talked about my best friend's dick.
"Yeah, boy. You're lookin' at your best friend's 9 inch cock. It's a fat fuckin' cock, huh?"
"Fuck, man. Yeah, it's a fat cock, Matt."
My own cock was still hard between my legs as I stared at a cock nearly twice its size.
"Yeah, little D. Now, if what you're lookin' at is a real man's cock, a thick piece of prime beef that I tuck away in my underwear every morning, what does that mean? If this is a big cock you've got your eyes on, foreskin stretched out, tanned and ready, then what does that mean about your dick?"
I swallowed hard and blinked a few times.
"It means that my cock is... my cock is smaller..."
"Your dick is small, man, right?
"Yeah. My dick is small."
I couldn't believe I said it, but when the evidence of what a big dick looks like is staring me in the face, what was I supposed to say?
"Yeah, boy. Your dick is small. Good boy admitting that. Isn't that better than lying to me? Tryin' to tell me you have a regular dick when we've just proved how small your little willy is? It's so small it doesn't even feel right calling it a cock, man. I mean, this here is a fuckin' cock, and it's nothin' like your tiny dick, right? My massive cock is nothin' like your little boy dick you've got, right?"
"... yeah... you've got a big cock, Matt, and I've got... well... I've got a small dick."
"Right. You're really catchin' on buddy. You're finally gettin' it. Real men like me have cocks, and teen boys like you don't. You can't right? What you've got can't compare to what your best bro has wavin' in front of your face, right? There's a serious difference, right?"
"Yeah, dude. Like 4 inches of difference."
"Ha! EXACTLY! Fuck yeah, Danny. Fuck yeah. So what do you think? You think you can fit your tiny dick in those onion skin shorts?"
"Yeah. I mean, yeah I'm sure I can."
"But there's no way that my fat fuckin' cock would squeeze into those tiny ass shorts, right? They'll cover your pathetic little prick, ok, but not this giant shlong, right? My horse-cock would bust right out, right?"
"Yeah, man. No way you could squeeze that 9 inch beast into those onion shorts, bro. No way."
"Fuck, D! Good for you bro! I'm glad we finally put this to rest. We don't have to argue anymore about whether you've got a baby dick, bro."
Matt pulled his jock back over a majority of his shaft, with a couple inches still sticking out over the waistband. He smacked me on the shoulder and started to pull me up off the ground. Somewhere in the middle of that discussion, my own dick lost its wood and was back to the normal few inches. Matt put his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. His still hard dong pressed through his jock against my naked dick and balls while he hugged me tight.
"Fuckin' great, little buddy. I can't believe you finally accepted the fact that you've got a tiny boy dick. I'm happy you won't be lying to me about that ever again. Not now that you've admitted that this huge throbbing 9 inch bone you feel behind my jock is what a cock is supposed to be. You feel that, right? I know you just stared at it for 15 minutes, but you can really feel now that every inch of this bone is a real cock. And your prick is like fuckin' mush compared to this hard ass boner."
He was rolling his hips around, pressing his heavy, hard cock against my deflated prick while he spoke into my ear and kept our bodies tight.
"You get it, right?"
"Yeah... I get it, Matt. I get it."
Matt slapped my ass from behind while he ended the embrace and turned around.
"Let's get dressed bro. We could'a been back from our run by now if we didn't need to settle the little dick debate."
He pulled on his basketball shorts and sleeveless tee, and I pulled back on my second hand jockstrap, followed by the short onion skin shorts.
"Lookin' hot, Danny! This is the perfect opportunity to get out and show off that body you've been workin' on. It'll help out a lot with you feelin' comfortable in your own skin, too. Between running without a shirt and havin' just those tiny ass shorts, people are gonna see way more of you than usual in those baggy clothes you always wear."
We put on our sneaks and headed out. The air felt good on my body, I'm not gonna lie. And it felt good, too, to get away from Matt's room for a bit. Running our usual pace out in the sun helped me focus on something other than my body or Matt's. Every so often Matt would pull in front of me to encourage me to pick up my pace a bit. A couple times he dropped behind me, and then he'd tell me I needed to pull the shorts down a bit to cover the straps of my size small jock. I felt like that exposed some of my ass over the waistband of the shorts, but I tried not to think about it. Like Matt said, this kinda stuff would get me used to other people seeing me the way my classmates would see me the next day in swim class.
We ran for about 45 minutes and circled back to Matt's place. We both had a nice sheen of sweat when we walked in. Matt grabbed us a couple bottles of water while I stripped off the skimpy shorts and jock. I looked closer at the jock than I did before, and realized how old this thing must be. It looked like it had some marks on it, and even a few places that looked a little yellow with age.
"Phew! Good run, bro. We made good time."
Matt took off his own shirt, wiped some of his sweat off his chest and under his pits, then tossed it in the corner. He moved to the weight bench and laid down, ready to do some bench presses. He still had on his shorts, jock, and sneakers.
"Come on, D. Come spot me while I lift."
I started to walk over towards where he was laying, but realized I was naked and wouldn't really be able to spot him without my dick hanging in his face.
"Uh... Matt? Should I like, put back on some shorts or something?"
He sat up a bit, looked at me and laughed.
"Yeah, bro. Good call! Why don't you put on the jock and your shorts from yesterday? I don't need that little dicky waiving in my face, man."
I put back on the now sweaty, pre-owned jock and then the shorts I'd worn here yesterday when we played ball. I moved back towards the weight bench and stood near Matt's head as he began to lift. I watched Matt's chest and arms flex as he lowered and lifted the bar. He worked his way through his reps and then changed out the weight on the bar so I could lift.
"Fuck, I'm so god damned hot after that run."
Matt shucked off his gym shorts and stood in position to spot me, wearing only the red jock and sneaks. I could now clearly see his cock was more pumped up than normal as I sat down on the bench and got ready to lay down under the bar.
"Hold up, D. Forgettin' somethin'?"
I stopped for a second, then realized since I wasn't going to be spotting him anymore, I shouldn't have on the jock and shorts. I stood, bent over to take them off with my ass facing Matt as he previously asked, and then got back on the weight bench. I laid down in position, and Matt moved closer to my head, his legs slightly spread on either side as he towered above me.
"Ok, bro. Let's see how you work that chest of yours. It looks good, man, but let's see you really push here."
I started to lift, focused on the bar, but also at Matt's growing bulge a few inches above my head. Since he was only in his jock, I could definitely smell the musk he was throwing off from between his massive thighs. It smelled like a locker room... but, maybe a little sweeter?
"Good form, bro. Keep up that pump, man. God damn it, I've been so horny since you woke me up outta that dream this morning, D. And that run, with my horned up dick rubbin' against the inside of this tight little red jock? Fuck, this damn bone I'm throwin' just won't go away. Hey! Pay attention to the weights, man! You almost dropped that bar right on your neck!"
Matt helped steady the bar a second while I got distracted by his talk of ass and dick. I refocused and tried to tune him out while I pushed the bar up and eased it back down, slowly working my way through the routine.
"Yeah, man. Just pump those muscles, buddy. Your chest is lookin' good, bro. I'd bet you're like a solid B cup."
He started laughing while he tested how tight my chest was with his left hand. He pulled it back quickly and I kept up the workout.
"Fuckin' A, little buddy. My sweaty cock needs some air!"
And with that, he backed away slightly, and off came his jock. He moved back in place, again calling my attention to the bar while his now fully erect cock stretched out a few inches above my head.
"Keep focused on that weight, man. I gotta multi-task here. Just keep buildin' that muscle while I work my love muscle, too. Fuckin' needs it, D. My throbbin' cock needs to fuckin' shoot. Just ignore this flagpole I'm flyin' above your head, bud. Ignore this fat ass cock. Focus on the flex of your chest. Focus on benchin' that weight while I stroke this fat fuckin' hard bone. God I feel my nuts gettin' tight, boy. Are they gettin' tight, D? You see my heavy balls pullin' up tight in my sack just above your nose? Oh, right, you're focused on the weight. Ignore that little bit of pre- I just dripped on your face. This fuckin' overloaded cock is so ready to bust. I know you're just focused on the weight. You're pushin' hard on that weight. You're not focused on my god... damn... COCK!"
It was like a fuckin' dream; if the dream was me lifting weights like a fool while my best friend stroked himself off with his legs barely spread around my head, me breathing in the scent of his jock junk and him shooting his fuckin' scorching hot juice all over my tight, naked teen-boy bod. It felt like slow motion as he emptied his nuts all over my chest, abs, dick, and thighs. His cum made me realize what actually just happened. I pushed the bar up and locked it in place.
"What the actual fuck, Matt!? You just fuckin' came all over me!" I screamed.
"Dude! Keep it the fuck down, ok! You want my Dad to come in here with you covered in my spunk? My fuckin' cocksnot all over you, bro? Chill out... and let me enjoy the fuckin' high from gettin' off. Fuck!"
Matt's left hand landed on my chest, steadying him while he was actually still stroking his big jock dick with his right hand, slowly working out that last bit of jizz from the shaft. He squeezed it from his uncut cockhead and shook his hand over my chest, flinging it onto me.
"Oh my god, D. You are such a good buddy, man. I was so fuckin' horny I needed to unload like you wouldn't believe. Thanks for takin' that load off my hands, man. Well, takin' that load out of my nuts and onto your abs and tiny fuckin' baby dick! Ha!"
"Jesus Christ, Matt! Why would you do that? Ugh, this is so disgusting. You can't seriously think this was ok?"
"Bro - we talked yesterday about the fact that you don't mind cum. You fuckin' roll around in your own mess every night, right? What's the difference? I needed to get off. You yourself said you know how much it sux to stop the jizz wagon from rolling down the tracks if you need to grab a cumrag. I'm tellin' you. Bustin' this burning load on you let me totally focus on the act of the nut, ya' know? I didn't need to worry about keepin' this beast focused on a tiny ass tissue, or rag or whatever. I just let my boys fly free and you just got a little wet."
"Matt... listen, man. Me doin' my own thing at home has nothin' to do with..."
"Yes, it does. Don't fuckin' start whinin' like a bitch. You told me you're down with cum, so stop twistin' shit around now to make it look like I did somethin' wrong. There's nothin' wrong about a man bustin' his nut. There's nothin' wrong about a real man emptyin' his balls whenever he needs to. It's what we're wired for. Just get over it and get in the shower. You might be cool with my cum soakin' into your skin, but honestly I don't want you gettin' it all over my stuff the rest of the day. Let's go."
Matt was already half-way to his bathroom by the time I got up off the bench. His thick cream was starting to run, so I needed to hustle to that shower before it fell onto his rug. He'd kill me if I got cum on his stuff.
End of part 7.
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