Apple Valley High School - Final Year

[DA2FLBADBOYS]

Spike you did a nother great chapter keep up the great work love you storys...

 

[Craiger]

Spike, I seriously think these episodes are taken from your own experiences....lol I've been laughing my ass off reading the bonding session. I remember a few of my own, but, I wish I had been more like our Apple Valley studs. It's a delight to see you have written more on any of your stories. Yep, it really is...

Craiger

 

[2008spike]

PART 7

Sunday morning I slept in.

While sleeping past 7 was not something I did very often, after last night I needed it.

When I finally woke up around 10, I could hear my folks fumbling around downstairs. Needing a reality check, I threw on my robe and walked down, holding the rail.

"Hey sleepy head," my mom was her usual chipper self, up bright and early every morning.

"Hey," I said.

"We thought you were dead."

"Thanks," I said, smiling.

"Your dad finally went in to check in you about a half hour ago and you were snoring."

"I was snoring?"

"Absolutely. I thought I walked into the wrong kid's room," my dad responded.

"I can't believe I was snoring."

My dad just chuckled and turned back to the Sunday paper on the table.

"Do we have any coffee?" I asked. I never drank the stuff but it seemed like the right thing to do this morning.

"Coffee? You're going to drink coffee?" my mom looked at me quizzically.

"Mom...." I groaned. "No more questions please! Just gimme a break, I think I need to try it."

"What did you boys do last night?" my mom asked, getting me a cup.

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"I mean, are you hung over or something?" my mom asked. My dad looked up from his paper. "I can't remember you sleeping this late since you were like two or something."

"I don't think I've done it either," I said, taking the cup of hot brown liquid. "Should I put something in it?" I asked.

"How about some milk?"

"Milk?"

"You know, white liquidy stuff you usually put on cereal," my mom laughed.

"Okay, milk." I poured some in and regarded the cup as if it contained something foul.

"So...?" my mom asked again.

"So what?" I paused and looked around. I had their rapt attention. "I guess we should have this conversation. But I can't do it right now," I said, hoping that this would end the discussion until my head was clearer.

"Drink your coffee," my dad said. I took a sip and made a face. "This is disgusting. How do you guys do it every day?"

"You get used to it. Your father used to use a ton of sugar but he takes it black now."

"Blech. Double disgusting."

"Well if you need a minute or two to gather yourself, that's fine. But we're having this conversation before you get up out of this chair."

"Can I shower first? I'm supposed to help Joey with his History right after lunch." I asked, hoping to be excused.

"No," my mom said. "T.J. honey, you're just 18, you live at home. In this house, you play by our rules and you'll tell us what happened."

I took another big swig of the coffee and felt it burn my throat and chest.

"I need some sugar or something," I said. I tried to stand up but my mom got up first and went over to get it out of the cabinet for me and added two spoonfuls. I took a big swig and felt my mouth burn, but the sugar made a huge improvement, but I still wasn't crazy about it. My head was a little clearer however.

My parents were still looking at me.

"So I guess we drank some stuff," I started. My dad put down his paper.

"What stuff?"

"With who?"

"I don't know, it was some kind of liqueur or cognac or something," I explained.

"And this was over at Will's house?" my mom wanted to know. "Where were his parents?"

"No, we were over at Andy's, his parents went away for the weekend."

"Who's Andy?" my father asked.

"Andy is T.J.'s new friend on the football yardage crew. They just moved here over the summer from New York," my mother answered for me.

"Oh, New York, that explains the cognac. Very fancy."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know, back east, they drink all kinds of weird stuff. Here, we just drink beer."

"Oh," I said with some finality as if all the pieces in the puzzle of my life's last couple of weeks were now coming together.

"So? How much cognac did you drink?" my father wanted to know.

"I don't know. Three."

"Three what? Three bottles?"

I laughed. "No. Three glasses."

It was my mother this time. "You drank three glasses of cognac?"

"Um, I think so."

"I'll get you some aspirin."

My dad sat back in his chair and laughed out loud. My mom got up to get me the pills and I concentrated on the witch's brew of disgusting coffee in my cup. I was beginning to feel remarkably alert.

"Son, I don't really like the idea of you drinking, especially when there are no adults around."

"What do you mean?" I whined. "We're all seniors and we're all 18. I'm the youngest."

He lowered his voice and got serious. "You know exactly what I mean. Even though you had your 18th birthday, you don't suddenly become responsible. And the drinking age in California is still 21. So while you live at home with your mother and me you will listen to me and do as I say."

"Yes dad."

He went back to his paper. Maybe I was off the hook. "All right then."

I finished my coffee and screwed my face up to make the taste go away.

"Just don't upset your mother. You know how she worries about you," he said conspiratorially.

"Okay dad, I know." With that, my mom walked back in the room with a bottle of aspirin. She filled a glass with water from the sink and brought me two white tablets.

"Drink."

I did as I was told.

"Can I go upstairs now?" I asked.

"Well. Is that all you have to tell us? There's nothing else we need to worry about. Heroin? Wild sex parties?"

I'm sure I blushed bright red but I inhaled a great big breath. I looked at her trying to read her face. What could she possibly know?

"Nope, nothing," I lied. This was the first time I'd totally lost control and had gotten so fucking stoned out of my mind. The liqueur had merely been a chaser. But somehow alcohol was not going to get me into trouble in the same way I would if they know I'd smoked about 10 bong loads.

"Okay, then, you can go get cleaned up. You smell like a brewery."

I made a show of sniffing my own underarms, then managed to stand up and head toward the stairs. I giggled to myself as I walked back up to my room. A brewery? I think my mom needed a nose transplant.

In my room, I thought I'd call Joey to check on what time he wanted to get together. I was shaking a little when I picked up the receiver and pushed the buttons on my phone.

"Hello?"

"Joey? Hey, it's T.J."

"Hey, how's it goin?"

I inhaled deeply again trying to calm myself down. Fuck, what this guy did to me! This was worse than the episode just now with my folks!

"Great. Great. I just wanted to check if you still wanted to get together today," I asked. "To study.." I added.

"Right, we talked about that, didn't we? How about three?"

"Three? Um, okay, three's great."

"My place?" Joey asked. Of course his place I thought to myself. There was no way I was going to bring Joey back to my room with my Grease poster on the ceiling. On the other hand, Joey lived in the garage in his parents' house and had the coolest room ever.

"Yep, okay, sounds good," I said. "What should I bring?"

"What do you mean?" Joey asked, probably teasing me about whether I really would bring over a History textbook.

I played along.

"I mean, what should I bring? History? Math? English?"

"You got a football?" he asked me. As the starting quarterback for our high school football team, Joey hardly needed me to bring a football over. He probably had about 50 of them. Our original deal had been that I would tutor him in History and he would teach me football. Then without warning, Joey had changed the deal and I was supposed to tutor him in History and give him a massage and he would teach me football. It had gotten slightly more unfair from my standpoint, but I was willing to give of myself. After all, he was the quarterback.

I had to think about that one. "I might have one from when I was like twelve. You can't possibly really need a football."

"No, I've got plenty," he laughed. I just wanted to make good on our bargain."

"Oh. The bargain to teach me football?"

"Um hmm, that one. After all, you help me with all these classes, you rub my back. I think it's time for a little payback," he said with a funny tone in his voice.

"Okay, payback it is. I'll dig around in the garage and see what I can find. See you at three," I said.

"Cool. See you at three."

I smiled to myself. He was totally playing with my head. There was no fucking way I was going to let him take me outside and teach me to play football. If it was my choice, there was no fucking way I was going to let him wear clothes. I could massage his hot body for hours. Screw History.

I showered and tried to get myself to some semblance of normal. I was definitely moving a little more slowly than usual. The coffee was doing something weird to me but it was more of a good weird than a bad one.

At 2:30 on the dot, I kissed my mom, threw on my backpack with some books inside (just in case) and hopped on my bike to ride over to Joey's. I had found the football but decided not to bring it. It was red, and I was not going to bring a red football over to the home of the starting varsity quarterback.

I arrived a little early and decided to take a lap around the block so that Joey wouldn't think me too anxious. Which I was, naturally.

At 3:01 I knocked on Joey's garage door. It opened very quickly and Joey stood there in a towel. He smiled when I turned red.

"Hi, T.J. how was the ride?"

"Um."

"Do you want to come in?"

"Um, sure, I guess. The ride was fine. Fine."

I sucked in another breath and tried to compose myself. The site of this 18-year old stud standing in front of me in a towel was a shocking but happy surprise.

"I just got out of the shower," he explained as he noticed me looking stupidly at his towel.

"Right. What happened to your uniform, you said you'd be wearing it."

"This is it pal. Where's yours?"

"Joey," I giggled. "I didn't think you were serious about me wearing that ridiculous orange jumper. Friday nights are enough for me to look so stupid, don't you agree?"

I put my backpack down on his dresser and turned around to face him. He was totally gorgeous of course and I could feel my pants get just a little bit tighter. Joey's wet brown hair hung loosely in wavy ringlets over his ears and onto his shoulders. His eyes studied me and he grinned with incredible white teeth. He had a fine, dark layer of hair on his muscular chest that I wanted to grab immediately. His towel bulged a few inches south of his waist.

"Well, we could do some math, I suppose,"

He raised an eyebrow. "Math?"

"Or we could do History?" I asked, not sure what to say to this man. Ever.

"No, math is fine. If you really want to..."

"Well, it's not like I need to do math if you have some better idea."

"Like what?" He was teasing me and my brain was still a little foggy from last night. I was in no state to deal with this very well.

My attraction to Joey had grown like crazy after our one night together following the first football game of the season.

"Like I don't know. Fuck, Joey. What are you fucking doing to me?" Unable to stand, I sat down on the floor right where I had been standing.

He smiled and bent from the waist. His hands cupped the back of my head and he kissed me wetly on the lips. I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent and taste of him. My dick surged to its full eight and one third inches and I had to move my hand to adjust it against my zipper. Keeping my eyes closed, I let myself fall backward and bonked the back of my head on a knob of his dresser. The magic of the moment broken, we both laughed.

"Tell you what, horn dog, let's go for a run." I looked up at him smiling. "For a run? With my hard-on like it is?"

"Umm," he said, turning away and whipping his towel off of his waist. He flung it on the bed and walked into his bathroom.

"I didn't bring anything to run in," I yelled after him.

He came out of the bathroom in a white tank top with a blue #11 on it (his jersey number) and a pair of shorts. He was still barefoot and I found myself suddenly very attracted to his feet.

"Hmm. That could be a problem," he teased. "You could run naked."

"Yes, wouldn't that be a sight? The varsity quarterback running around decked out in hot running gear jogging alongside a naked boy with an erection."

"What do you mean, running alongside?" he asked me, flipping some brightly colored clothes from his dresser to me. "You actually think you could keep up with me?"

I inspected the shorts and t-shirt he had tossed to me. Unconsciously I brought them to my face to sniff.

"Well, you have a point," I said. "My boner would definitely slow me down."

He laughed and I got up to put on his clothes. The idea of a run with Joey Collucci was probably exactly what I needed in my post-marijuana haze.

"Well, maybe we should take care of your boner now, before we run." He stood before me and grabbed my crotch.

"Maybe we shou..." I was unable to finish my sentence as his mouth covered mine and his tongue found the back of my throat.

"Wow, you taste great," Joey said, coming up for air after a minute or so of some serious exploration of my teeth.

"Mmm. You too," I said. He released his grip on my dick and slid my jeans off.

"I don't know," Joey taunted me. "I'm not sure you're going to fit into my little tiny running shorts."

"Please, my dick is only like half the size of yours," I said.

He laughed and slid my underwear off. He moved his mouth to the tip of my cock and licked off a tiny drop of pre-cum.

"Joey."

He paid no attention.

"Joey, if you want to go for a run, we'll never get out there if you keep doing that."

He swallowed the whole shaft and my body shuddered.

"Joey!"

"Okay, okay, I'm just getting it a little wet."

"And driving me frigging nuts, too. Knock it off," I warned him. Finally, his mouth released my penis and it bounced free. The cool air of the room felt nice on it, Joey's saliva had been my own personal air conditioner.

I looked down at his bare feet. Like the rest of him, they were perfect. For an athlete, he took pretty good care of himself, even down there.

"I don't have any shoes."

Joey finished getting me dressed. He very softly tugged the shirt of my head and pulled his bright orange running shorts onto my legs. When the waistband of the shorts crossed my groin, he let it go and it snapped against the underside of my very hard cock. I looked up at his eyes and cracked up.

What is about orange lately?

"You see," he said. "It doesn't fit. What are we going to do?"

"We're going to count to ten and you're not going to touch it. And it will go down."

Joey chuckled. "How about if we count to eight and a third?"

I slugged him in the arm. "Don't even talk about it," I said.

Joey turned his head away and closed his eyes.

He counted aloud. When he got to eight I told him to keep going. He opened his eyes and looked over at me but I gave him a face that said he'd better listen to me or else. He smiled and closed his eyes again. I tucked my wiener into Joey's orange shorts and put my hands in front of my crotch to protect it. While Joey finished counting, I took the opportunity to study him more closely. He certainly was amazing. It might be impossible, but he almost looked even more incredible standing in front of me wearing shorts and a tank top than he had in a towel! He opened his eyes and caught me mentally stripping him. As I appraised Joey for like the 10,000th time, he took his own stock of me. In truth, I was pretty much a regular guy. Scrawny by football standards certainly, I was thin since I had been running forever. My face was pretty normal. Some girls seemed to like me and said I was cute, but I was certainly no Joey. I had a grand total of three chest hairs now; one that had been around last month had sadly disappeared. My legs and butt were probably my best parts due to the cross country team. When I compared myself to most guys I saw naked in the locker room, I'd say I stood up pretty well.

What Joey saw in me was a bit of a mystery to me though.

"So, did it work? Are you soft?" he asked, flattening the palm of his hand very softly on the top of the bulge in his shorts.

I moved my hips away from him.

"Come on Joey, cut it out. If you even breathe on it, you know it'll get hard again," I warned.

He laughed and turned away. "So, what are we going to do about shoes? Hmm. You wear a 9 right?"

"Yeah, what are you? Bigger right?"

"Eleven."

"Figures."

"So let's go for a barefoot run on the grass around the track at school," Joey suggested.

"Barefoot? Except for maybe the beach, I've never done that."

"It'll be fun. I have a key to the gym and we can shower there after," Joey said.

I gave him a look.

"What? They give me a key so I can work out in the weight room whenever I want."

"Of course you have a key to our high school gym," I said.

I gave him another look, this one to reassure him that it was okay that he was the most popular fucking guy in school. Of course I understood the coaches would trust him with a key.

It was a warm day for early fall, so we rode our bikes to school without any shoes. It felt strange, but I thought that if Joey could do it, I should probably just go with it. We parked our bikes by the entrance to the gym, grabbed a quick drink and then jogged down to the track. If we stayed on the grass just outside of the track, we could get a good run in without killing our feet.

I was a little worried I'd step on something so I ran pretty gingerly at first. In a few minutes, it felt great. Free. Natural, like this was the way I was supposed to be running. Joey was in great shape, but he was not as fast as I was so I slowed my pace so he wouldn't look bad.

"Come on, dude, don't go easy on me. Give me all you've got," Joey said, panting.

I picked up my pace a little but still stayed below my usual clip. We both fell into stride together. After about 10 laps, I took off my shirt and threw it onto the track and Joey whistled. There was something just incredibly sexy about running without shoes.

"Be careful T.J.," he said. "I might have to just tackle you right here."

"You'd have to catch me first," I teased, and sprinted to the turn, leaving Joey in the dust.

The next lap Joey flipped his shirt onto the ground right near mine. I turned my head a few times to check him out shirtless and barefoot.

When I felt the familiar stirring in my crotch, I thought better of it and stopped looking back.

After 4 miles, I was really hitting my stride. Joey kept up no problem, but I thought I shouldn't wear the poor boy out. I slowed down and picked up my shirt on the track. After all, he was probably going to have a huge practice as usual on Monday. It was my duty to my high school not to leave our starting quarterback in no shape to lead our team.

When Joey reached me, he was pretty winded. "Why are we stopping?"

"Because I'm beat," I lied. "I had a late night last night with Will and Andy."

"Okay, cool," he said, bending over and resting his hands on his thighs.

We both slung our shirts over our shoulders, pulling the corners down with both hands and then walked slowly back up to the gym. My feet were very green on the bottoms and were aching. I was glad for the warmth of the pavement against the soles of my feet as we left the running track.

Joey wiggled a key out from the tiny pocket in his shorts and he opened the door so we could go inside and take a shower. I thought that it would be only seconds until I would rip his shorts off of him. I hoped he was thinking the same.

He was.

We stood in front of the team lockers, our lips locked together, our hands exploring each other.

I had never spent a whole lot of time over in this section of the locker room. It was reserved for varsity teams like basketball or football and the lockers were huge. Since he was really the premier student athlete in our school, Joey's locker was in pretty much the best spot, tucked around a corner with just a few others. If you wanted privacy in a big open place like gym, this was probably your only chance. Today we had the entire building to ourselves.

Joey was drenched in sweat. My mouth found his ears, his neck. The taste of him was salty and I took some slow licks. He reacted with a shudder and got goose bumps. Giggling, he pushed my face to the side with his strong shoulders and swallowed my entire left ear. His tongue pushed its way into places I'd never had touched. I laughed aloud and tried to force him away but he held firm, his amazing hands drawing me closer to him.

"Take my shorts off," he commanded. I looked into his eyes. He was staring at me with an intensity I had seen in him just one other time.

Did he mean the shorts he was wearing or the ones I was?

"Um," I started. "Do you mean...?"

Frustrated with my inaction, his hands moved to my hips and neatly slid the orange shorts down my legs, my dick swinging free. For perhaps the first time in weeks, I was not fully hard. He and I both looked at my soft cock with amusement.

"What's that all about?" Joey asked.

"I'm sure it won't be long," I answered.

"I'm sure it will," he laughed. "I've seen it."

He dropped to his knees and took my limp penis between his lips. Instead of gulfing down the whole thing, he lingered on the end and used both his tongue and his teeth to get me going.

I tilted my head back and looked at the ceiling of the gym. Holy shit! My dick was being sucked by the quarterback of our high school team. Who could have guessed this?

In the microsecond of my distraction, my cock responded and filled Joey's mouth. He opened wider and found the base with his lips. Fuck!

"That's more like it," Joey said, looking up at me and smiling. His hands took over while his tongue took a break for air. "There's my T.J., all eight and one third!"

Unconsciously I grabbed his hair and pushed him back onto my cock. His hands grabbed my butt and dug into my cheeks, spreading me just enough for the cool air inside the gym to hit my asshole with electricity. Slowly he kneaded me from behind and hooverized my dick in front. I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment. I moved my hips back and forth with the rhythm of his sucking and heard myself moaning aloud. I was on the brink of exploding into his mouth.

"Joey," I said, looking down.

"What?"

"Joey, I'm not going to last long like this. I could cum any moment."

In an instant he stood up and kissed me. As he pressed his body against me, my dick pointed straight up and I could feel his hardness through his shorts. The ones he was wearing this time.

"Take off my shorts," he said again, leaving no doubt what he wanted.

I did. He was fully erect and I sat down awkwardly on the locker room bench behind me, pulling him forward as he flipped the shorts off of his dirty feet and onto the gym floor. He was bigger than I remembered him from after that first football game. Thick. The head was topped by an ice-cream cone like knob and covered with his pre-cum. I imitated what Joey had done to me and licked and nibbled lightly on the end. He let out a moan that was way louder than I expected in the emptiness of the room.

Comfortable sitting naked on the hard bench, I used every part of my mouth and both hands to fully explore Joey's entire cock. His balls jiggled in their sack as my pace up and down the length of the shaft increased. I got into a groove and was really enjoying sucking him. This was pretty fucking cool!

"T.J., your mouth is fantastic," Joey said, holding the back of my head with both hands.

I tried to speak while my lips kept him inside me but it came out garbled.

"What?" he asked.

I took a breath and replaced my mouth with my hands.

"You're pretty fantastic yourself," I said stupidly.

He nodded his head, urging me to stand up, pulling me up under the arms. I resisted and went back to sucking on the tip while continuing to jerk him with my hands.

"Come on, little guy, let's go take a shower." He tugged me up harder this time and I was no match for his biceps. "I've got something more for us," he added.

"We need towels," I said. He looked over at me amused.

"Towels? I'm in the middle of getting a great blow job and you want to get a towel to wrap around you. You're embarrassed?"

"No," I laughed. "I just thought we'd need towels to dry off afterward."

"Sorry amigo, the towel boy no work on Sundays. I'll dry you off," Joey said with a Spanish accent.

He grabbed a couple bottles out of his locker and we walked to the showers as if in 3-legged race, trying to kiss and hold each other's dicks along the way. Joey stopped at one point to bend over and suck me. I leaned back against a locker and banged my head on the combination lock with a thud.

"Ooh, I'm sorry," he said, grabbing my head and rubbing the back.

"Yow," I said. He kissed me and pressed against me again. I forgot about my head.

Under the warm water of the shower, Joey washed me with soap from the dispenser, taking special care to rub under my legs between my nuts and my ass. Involuntarily I bent over and grabbed my toes, giving him better access.

"That was easy," he giggled.

I ignored him and pushed my chest against my thighs, feeling the painfully good stretch in my hamstrings and the curious sensation of Joey's fingers touching my virgin butthole.

Oh my god, am I going to get fucked today?

He moved his body to stand directly behind me and flopped his thick cock between my ass cheeks. His hands spread my cheeks wider and his feet curved around mine. I stayed in the stretch, never wanting this moment to go away.

Slowly and gently, he pulled me up from the waist and turned me around to face him. I got dizzy as I stood up but found my bearings in his mouth. I pushed Joey's head into mine with my hands and he pushed my pelvis toward him with his. We stood under the shower like this forever, kissing. He whispered in my ear.

"Fuck me."

I looked at him quizzically.

"Now? Fuck you? I thought we were going to fuck me?"

He smiled. "No, tomorrow, when the gym is full of people. Yes, now, of course. You are fucking me," he said softly.

He reached down to the floor and picked up a bottle I hadn't noticed him bring. He turned off the shower water. Pushing me lightly away, he rubbed some kind of lubricant on my cock with one hand and then behind him on his own ass. Applied by somebody's hands other than my own, the lube felt great on my dick.

"You want me to fuck you?" I asked again. "I thought you were going to fuck me."

"In time, little one. In time. Let's do this first," Joey said. "Mine's not really a starter dick, it's kind've thick," he pointed out.

"Um, yeah," I said.

He bent over and looked closely at my hard dick. It stood up straight as he rubbed a little more lube from the bottle all the way up and down. I barely noticed him edge his own ass around so that he was half-bent at the waist and facing away from me. With one hand on my hip, his other hand moved my cock toward his hole. I grabbed onto his lats. It went in surprisingly easily. As my dick disappeared inside the butthole of the varsity quarterback I closed my eyes again, finding another moment I never wanted to end.

Our bodies moved back and forth in synch as I thrust back and forth against his ass. Joey was moaning louder than before and I suddenly remembered his cock too, I'd gotten lost in the motion of thrusting in and out of him.

I grabbed it with one of my hands and his sounds increased. Joey uncurled his waist and stood up with his back still to me. He turned his neck and we tried to kiss but he was too tall and I could only lick his neck. The sweat was gone and the taste was only Joey this time.

I pushed him back over and moved my hands to his hips. I fucked him harder and Joey yelled. "Oh god, yeah. Yeah"

After we were spent in this position, Joey slowly slid off of me and turned his body to kiss me again. He grabbed the lube and handed it to me. I looked at the bottle and thought that now, I would finally be fucked. I flipped open the top and poured some into my hand. As I began to move my arm toward my ass, he grabbed it and shoved my hand onto his cock. It was rock hard and the lube made it easier to slide around. I lubed up my other hand as I kept kissing Joey and put both onto him. I found I could barely get around the girth of his cock with my hands but the two could sit on top of each other and move up and down.

Joey's hips writhed around as I stroked his cock and we had trouble keeping our mouths together.

"Fuck me again, T.J."

He eased us both to the tile floor of the shower and lay on his back. I lay heavily onto him, and all four of our greased up hands moved across our bodies making our skin slippery. Joey grabbed the bottle again and poured the lube directly onto his cock, then his balls. His hand found my dick and reapplied more. In an instant I was inside of him and we kissed. I grabbed his dick and increased the intensity of my fucking. I rubbed his dick harder and Joey seemed to be loving it.

"Oh god, fuck me T.J. Harder. Harder."

I looked down at his thick cock and moved my hips in synch with my hand.

"You like that big dick, don't you?" I shouted.

Joey burst out laughing. A moment later, I did too. We stopped fucking as we both laughed uncontrollably. I rolled off of him and lay beside him on the floor. We both were hysterical. The passion of the moment had been broken by my ridiculous attempt at trash talking during sex.

"Yeah, I like that big dick," he said, looking over at me and we hooted again. Joey doubled over and turned away. I tried to stop laughing but couldn't.

"Joey, I'm sorry, I know. That was stupid."

But he was too far gone. I leaned over to look at his face.

"That big fat dick," he said. And we busted out again. After a few minutes, we took some deep breaths and were finally able to control ourselves. I spooned him like he had done with me on his bed last week. I was still pretty hard, but he had lost his hard on.

"Stick it in me," he said.

"Joey?"

"Stick it in me," he repeated. I did as I was told. I made love to Joey from behind for another few minutes, both of us on our sides up on one elbow. I found that we could kiss pretty well in this position and took full advantage to enjoy his mouth. A couple times I grabbed at his cock and tugged on it but he stayed soft.

"Come on, do it T.J., do it."

"You want me to come," I asked.

"Come, T.J. Do it. Fuck me."

I sped up my hips. In a few more thrusts, I was over the top.

"Joey, I'm gonna come."

"Go, T.J., go. Come in me."

I did. I exploded inside his ass. Joey reached back and grabbed my head to kiss me and stifle my screaming. He kissed me with a new higher passion we never had before.

And then it was done. He rolled onto his back and pulled me up onto him with one arm.

I was amazed at his strength. My skinny body was completely enveloped by his stronger, more muscular one. As I cooled off, I could feel him getting hard again and I reached down and stroked his cock. Rubbing some of the lube from my chest onto my hands, I held the base of Joey's thick hard-on and stroked the upper part of the shaft with the other.

In surprisingly little time, Joey's hips started to buck. "Oh god, T.J. oh god!" He shot a huge load of come into the air. It landed sloppily on his chest and stomach and kissed him hungrily on the mouth when it was through.

He turned his head and was silent.

I sat up cross-legged and placed both hands on his chest. My hard-on had not gone away and he was back to a pretty huge semi-hardness in a few minutes. His dick rested sideways toward his hip. Soft, it still was pretty imposing.

"Finally," I said.

He just looked up and smiled.

"So are you gonna tell me why you chose number 11 for your jersey," I asked.

"No," he said.

"Come on, I think I know anyway," I pleaded.

"No you don't," he said. Joey sat up cross-legged and faced me. He kissed me lightly on the nose.

"If I guess it, will you tell me?"

"Hmm. Well, maybe."

"Does it have anything to do with the length?"

"Hardly," he laughed. "I'm not eleven inches, dodo."

"Well it certainly seems like it."

"T.J., you've never been with another guy before. How the hell do you know what an eleven inch wiener is like?"

"Well, I don't, it's just that... Well, it seems like you're pretty fucking gigantic," I said.

"I'm thick, but I'm no longer than yours."

"No, no," I protested. "You're way bigger than mine. I'm just eight and a third."

"Yes, I know. You keep telling me," he laughed and kissed me on the mouth.

I thought for a moment. If it wasn't the length of his dick, I really had no idea where the 11 came from.

"Come on, let's go back to my house," Joey said.

"We're going to put back on our dirty running clothes?"

"Yep. Do you have a better idea?"

"We could just stay here and wait for somebody to bring us some clothes tomorrow."

We both cracked up. He held my cheek in his hands and guided me to my feet. We washed off the lube under the warm water of the shower and kissed gently without any tongue.

We both stripped the water off of our bodies with our hands. I felt myself getting another boner watching Joey rub himself violently like this. Then we ran back to Joey's locker. He slapped my ass when we got there and then we got locked into another embrace.

"We've got to get dressed before we freeze to death," I said.

Joey nodded and put the orange shorts I had been wearing on himself. He handed me the sweatier ones he had run in and I slipped them up my legs and covered myself. They were cold. Our nipples stood erect and I felt every thread of fabric from Joey's shirt as he slipped it over my head and onto my chest. Once we were both dressed in each other's running stuff, he closed his locker and we headed back out to jump on our bikes for what was going to be a pretty chilly ride home. We were both still barefoot of course.

Following him through the aisles of the gym as he held my hand, I was cold on the outside but I don't think I had ever felt so warm inside. Joey must have sensed that I was feeling a little emotional. He turned around and socked me in the center of the chest lightly. I grabbed one of his ass cheeks and he laughed. I did too.

 

[Craiger]

As I have stated so many times before, Spike, I really like Joey. TJ is so lucky. I'd trade places in a second. Of course I'd trade places with any of them....lol That was an exceptional chapter. There was a deeper emotional sense, even throughout the sex. I can tell they are bonding and this is just the beginning of their senior year. Thanks!

Craiger

 

[2008spike]

Toward the end of the football season, it came time to start thinking about college pretty seriously. My two closest friends and I had gotten our applications in all over the place in the first few months of our senior year. Now that we wouldn't need to be anyplace on Friday nights, we had some time to go and visit a few universities where we had sent applications.
Andy wanted to be an attorney like his dad. Since they had just relocated to California from New York, we all thought initially that Andy would want to go back east. But Andy loved it out here and had become as much a California boy as Will and I since the big move over the summer. Andy thought his dad's job was cool and no matter how much Will and I teased him about how much lawyers were scum - and told him every attorney joke we came across - Andy's mind was made up. Just law. Nothing else. Andy didn't want to be a defense attorney helping defend the unfortunate who were unjustly accused of crimes and he didn't want to go into family law helping couples negotiate their way out of a bad marriage or some other personal situation. Nope. Andy wanted to be a corporate attorney representing Microsoft or Nabisco or some other huge industrial conglomerate. Though Will and I never really said it outright, this image of Andy helping to screw the little guy fit perfectly with our image of him. Andy was indeed a New Yorker through and through; in fact, Andy was a lot more the Wall Street shark than the Greenwich Village bohemian.

Will on the other hand had absolutely no idea what he wanted to do with his life. He was pretty much good at everything he did so we were all sure it didn't matter what he chose, he was bound to be successful at it. Everyone liked Will and he was easily the most popular kid in school. Even during our Junior year, Will had won the majority of class awards handed out at the end of the year picnic, including Most Likely to Succeed, Best Eyes, Best Kisser, and so on.

In real life, all of that would probably come in very handy for Will. It was common knowledge that whatever Will put his hand to would turn golden. Andy thought that Will would make a great politician and urged him to get a law degree in order to make that happen. I thought Will should go into the Peace Corps helping feed starving ducks in Bangladesh or something.

For me, I was pretty sure I wanted to be a doctor. I had totally loved my Bio classes in high school and was even working weekends as an orderly at our local hospital. I had seen some amazing turnarounds in people who had entered the hospital sick as hell who later went home just fine - that seemed pretty cool to me so that was what I wanted to do. So medicine seemed to be it, but along the way I wanted to try and get an education that was a little broader, maybe a History or an English minor or something.

There we were, three 18-year old high school seniors setting out to tackle the world in three different ways.

Andy was about 6'1" and lanky with wavy dark blond hair and incredible green eyes. He filled out a pair of cords just right. He had a crazy streak and always seemed to be on the giving end of a joke. He had more balls than just anyone I'd ever met; even grabbing my dick the very first time we met while I lay in Will's extra bed after a sleepover.

Will was maybe an inch taller but had dark features, dark eyes but a constant smile on his face as if his Prozac prescription was just a little too high. Will was a friend to everybody and didn't have an enemy in the world. He and I had been best friends since we met in AP English when we were sophomores. He had size 13 feet with huge hands to match that had tortured me forever until I finally got a chance to see Will's cock (with Andy's help, of course). Early in the football season, Andy invited us over when his folks were out of town one weekend, got us all very high on some killer grass, and then insisted we all bond by shaving our balls. Since Will was far too gone from pot and expensive cognac to shave himself, Andy came to the rescue and shaved my best friend's scrotum for him, getting Will's enormous cock hard in the process. "Scary big" was the phrase that Andy used at the time. I remember thinking what an understatement that was.

I was the scrawny one in our group. Just 5'9" and with light brown hair and blue eyes, I was pretty much known for nothing in our high school other than being a nice guy and being Will's best friend who was always by his side. I ran on the track team but I hadn't won any races all season (or last season either) and there was no point in thinking that a college might be interested in my legs more than my brain. I was sort of a geeky brainiac teacher's pet. So that was that.

My greatest triumph in high school was a personal one that I hadn't been able to share with anybody. Somehow I had gotten hooked up as the personal History tutor to our extremely hot starting varsity quarterback, Joey Collucci.

Just a few weeks after starting our after-school sessions, and completely unbelievable to me, Joey and I had sex. Sex? With our school's QB?

No fucking way!

Maybe it was just two teen-age guys helping each other out, you know, like with a little mutual 18 year old affection. That happens all the time all over America, doesn't it?

At first, I was just supposed to be giving him a massage to soothe his aching muscles after practice, something I was very inexperienced at, but all too eager to help out with. But then Joey grabbed my dick and sucked me off.

No, really, I'm not lying, he did. I'm still totally blown away whenever I think about it!

It had been my first blow job (in either direction) and it was like a life-changing event. I tried to return the favor on Joey's very nice very thick dick but we progressed next to me fucking Joey on the locker room floor one quiet Sunday afternoon. Me fucking Joey! In time, Joey and I were kissing and sucking and screwing whenever we had the chance. It was amazing, but I couldn't tell anybody.

I tried to tell Will a few times but never had the guts. And he probably wouldn't have believed me anyway. Imagine this studly quarterback, maybe the only guy in school who could hold a candle popularity-wise to Will, and that half the girls in school wanted to suck face with, getting it on with his History tutor. Clearly I was delusional.

Sadly, our school football team was not going to make the playoffs. We had only won two games.

Before the last game, Andy, Will and I were over at Will's house getting ready. At Will's urging (of course), we had agreed to move the yardage and first down markers along the sidelines of our school's Friday night football games. It required these ridiculous orange jumpsuits so that we could be visible to the players on the field and not get tackled by accident too often.

Buying the uniforms one afternoon at Penney's had been quite an adventure also, with Andy spanking me on the ass so hard that I nearly blistered.

"You know, I think these stupid outfits can probably be seen from outer space," Andy said, pulling up the one-piece over his tight ass and tucking his t-shirt into his underwear.

Will and I both laughed.

Not long afterward, Andy got us both high and made us shave our balls. For the team, he said.

I finally got to see Will's weenie. It was "oh my god' huge and I went home with a mean case of blue balls from having had to look at it across the room for half an hour! Or rather, freshly shaved blue balls, I should say.

Andy was a total horn dog. Everything about him was sex, sex, sex. One day at lunch, just for fun, Will and I came up with a game where we'd ask Andy about a particular person in our school and then see if he could find some way to have sex with them. It was scary, but after a while Andy had managed to find something redeeming about every single person we thought of. And somehow, some way, everybody we brought up Andy thought he could have sex with.

For every single person Will and I brought up, from the cross-eyed Lisa Newman, to Sandy Boverstein who walked with a limp, and even to Mort Feiffer who was a dwarf with a cleft upper lip, Andy had managed to tell us how he'd get off on (or in) whoever we mentioned.

Actually, Andy's description of what he would do to poor little Mort caused my stomach to toss and I almost puked my sandwich. Will just about fell off the bench laughing so hard.

After a few minutes, we got bored of talking about how Andy could tag anybody anywhere at anytime. Will changed the subject to his shaved balls.

"Boys, you will be very glad to know that I was indeed inspired by our show of team spirit," he said. Andy and I looked on wide-eyed, not sure where Will was going with this. We waited for Will to show us his shaved balls, I guess.

"Yes. I have kept my scrotum hair-free since Andy showed me the light on that one Saturday night. I thought I'd been too stoned to even know my own name, but Peggy seems to dig shaved balls and so I guess, I do too now."

"Yahoo!" Andy hooted.

Peggy was Will's on-again off-again girlfriend. I was bored to death hearing about her.

"Does it itch?" I asked, knowing full well that it did. Mine did.

"No, my mom gave me some kind of cream to use after I shaved, and that seems to work pretty good," Will explained.

"Wait a minute. Will? You told your mom you were shaving your nuts?" I asked.

Will chuckled. "Not exactly. But I asked her what she uses after she does her bikini wax and she bought me a bottle of this stuff."

Andy doubled over again and fell to his side laughing. I still wanted to see Will's wiener again; that time over at Andy's house was weeks and weeks ago, and I needed a fresh fantasy. But, Will was his usual careful self and turned away at the critical moment when I might've seen his giant penis get scrunched up by the jumpsuit he was pulling up from the bottom.

"What about you, T.J.? Are you keeping the lawn mowed?" Andy asked me.

"Yep."

"That's it, just yep? No funny stories about your dad catching you in the act or your dog licking you more?"

"Nope," I answered, hoping to change the conversation.

"Actually his dad licks him more now," Will said and we all laughed again.

In truth, Joey had already been shaving his balls, and once I started shaving mine too, we kind of made a game out of it. It was totally hot when Joey stuck my whole soft scrotum in his mouth and whacked me off with his hand. I could feel his hot breath at the base of my cock, and the combination of all those sensations at once would put me over the top.

"So, now that that element of team spirit is still going strong, let's talk about college trips," Andy said.

"What's that?" Will said. I wasn't sure I really wanted to hear what Andy's mind had come up with next.

"College, boys."

"College, what do you mean?"

Andy stood and puffed out his chest. "College trips, boys. It's time for us outstanding members fo the Apple Valley senior class to visit the schools on our list that we have a good chance of getting into so that we can make the best possible decision for our futures."

Andy showed us a folded piece of paper he'd had crinkled up someplace. "According to my official list here, Will, you applied to 11 schools. T.J., you applied to 18 schools, and I saved my parents a great deal of money by only applying to 4. So...I'd say we should get on the road the next couple of weekends and go visit a few of them."

"Sounds good," Will said.

"Yep," I said. It would be nice to do these college visits with my friends instead of with my mom and dad.

"First on the list, of course, would be the four that I applied to. Both of you applied to each of those. Then if my interest holds up and I can come up with the dough, I can tag along to the ones you guys applied to. Maybe I'll even fill out an app while I'm there!"

"Okay, let's do it," Will said.

"Great," Andy said. "T.J., your folks will be cool with this?" My parents were easily the least likely to go along with their precious eldest kid going off on his own to pick out a college.

"All I can do is ask," I said.

We had a plan. Road trip!

The following week, Andy and I worked out a schedule for visiting the schools we'd applied to.

On Friday, we took a super-discount late-night flight up to San Francisco and then hopped on a bus out to Berkeley to visit Cal. Andy's dad had found us a cheap motel to stay in with 2 double beds.

Being the smallest, I expected to have to share a bed since Andy and Will were just too big to fit together. The sleeping arrangements had been a huge area of concern for me since I knew I got hard if even the wind blew across my cock, and the idea of sleeping right next to either one of my friends was an obvious formula for disaster for me.

Andy had already man-handled my cock quite a bit that afternoon in my room when he asked to measure it hard, but we hadn't had sex, of course. Andy kept up an active interest in girls, and even seemed to have a passing interest in a few members of the teaching staff. When I'd asked, he insisted he was straight.

"Just keeping an open mind, bro," he assured me with a wink.

"Yeah, but teachers? Gross!" I said.

So what might happen if I had to sleep with Andy in our little cheap motel room, I had no idea.

With Will, he and I had been best friends for a couple years now so I expected that he and I would be the ones to share. After I had seen Will's fucking huge dick the night of our shaving party, I had barely been able to stop thinking about. Sleeping just inches away from the damn thing would probably maake it impossible for me to sleep.

I had worked myself into quite a panic, and I even brought the subject up with Joey.

"So let me get this straight," Joey said, as we sat at the desk in my bedroom, trying to actually study History for a change instead of each other's bodies. "Andy measures your dick with a tape measure. Hard. And you've never even seen his penis, soft, hard or otherwise?"

"Yep," I said.

"And Will has never seen you hard but knows that you are eight and one third inches long?" I blushed beet red.

"Because Andy told him," I said, "I would never..."

"Please, T.J., you're proud as hell that your weenie is eight and one third inches. You couldn't wait to show it to me that first day in the locker room."

"Joey, that's not true," I protested. "I only got semi-hard in front of you that first time, and it's only because you were naked too." I pouted.

"Uh unh. Semi-hard or not, you told me flat out that it still had some growing to do within like seconds of seeing me in the showers."

"What are you getting at?"

"And besides, I was not naked, I was in a towel."

"Which," I pointed out, "you casually threw aside as you walked away a few minutes later." I giggled.

"Butt is my best part," Joey said smugly. "I get told that all the time."

"Not by me, dude. I'm pretty happy with what's in front."

"Oh really. I thought you liked my ass. You sure like fucking me."

"Joey, shhh. My mom's downstairs."

"She thinks we're studying."

"Right," I said, "and I haven't had a chance to mention to her that we're fucking too."

"Wanna do it right now?" Joey stood up and unbuttoned his jeans. He had no underwear on and his fat dick fell out immediately.

"Joey! She could come in any minute."

"Yeah, then you wouldn't have to have that conversation with her, would you?"

I leaned across my desk and licked the tip of Joey's cock.

"Ooh," he said. "See? Was that so bad?"

"Hello? I still need them to pay for college.

If my mom walks in and sees your dick in my mouth, I'm toast. On my own. Disinherited. Homeless."

"Poor baby," Joey said, walking around the desk to give me easier access. "Just for five minutes, it's what you want," he teased, sticking it in my ear.

"Well, you're right, but..." Joey slapped my lips with his hard-on, wiggling the head through my lips and to the back of my throat. It never stopped amazing me how he could go from zero to sixty in like two seconds, getting hard even faster than I did.

"Just for five minutes, okay?"

I mumbled something that neither of us understood since my mouth was full.

"Oh god, T.J., you're really getting good at this."

I said "thank you' but he didn't hear that either.

So 20 minutes and five anxiety attacks later for me every time I heard a sound from downstairs, Joey and I had both come, exploding in each other's mouths and swallowing every drop.

"Should we study some History now?" Joey asked, innocently, "can you spend the rest of the afternoon without my dick in your mouth?"

"I'll see what I can do. I'm not sure you were really much help with my problem about the hotel room bed arrangements though."

"Yeah, sorry, I guess I wasn't, was I? Want to punish me?" I smiled and pushed him back into his chair. He kissed me open-mouthed, exploring my teeth with his strong tongue.

The shared taste of each of our sperm was a turn-on, but I thought it best to try and get some work done. We read a few pages, then Joey looked up from his book.

"So, we never finished discussing what you're going to do with Will's monster cock if you wind up having to share the bed with him," Joey said, trying to bait me into getting hard again.

I sighed loudly. "We're not talking about this anymore. Thanks for the generous offer of advice. I think I can handle the situation," I said. Joey laughed and decided to finally cut me a break. He blew me a kiss from across the table and we went back to reading.

Once our motley crew got off the bus in Berkeley, we still had to walk a few blocks to find the motel that Andy's dad had rented us.

"Nice part of town," Will said, kidding of course.

"Yeah, minus one point for ambiance," Andy said. "This place is gross."

Once we found the motel, it was a true dive.

And, of course since none of the three us had a credit card to check into the motel with, we had to pay cash in advance, plus a security deposit in case we trashed the room. We guessed that the night clerk had seen other kids doing the same college visit thing we did and thought he'd better get some kind of protection. Andy was still up in arms about it after we walked down the smelly hallway, pushed open the flimsy door and flipped on the light. It was a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling.

"I mean, seriously, what the fuck are we going to do to this fleabag shithole? Piss on the walls?"

"Andy, it's like standard policy," I said. "My parents told me we might have to give a security deposit."

Will ignored the conversation and threw his bag on one of the double beds and Andy threw his bag on the other. "I'm beat," Will said, falling onto his chest across the bed.

"Who gets T.J.?" Andy asked.

"I'll take him tonight," Will said, not lifting his head up . "Tomorrow night, he's yours."

"I feel like such a piece of meat," I said with a sniff.

"You are, dude, you are," Andy answered. "Just keep that eight and one third inches of virgin baby meat on your side of the bed tomorrow night."

"Fuck you Andy!"

I tackled Andy and we fell onto the bed. There was a terrible creak deep inside the springs and we stopped.

"Maybe T.J. should sleep on the floor," Andy suggested. "Two people might be more than these stupid beds can handle."

"It'll be fine," Will said. "We're a lot skinnier than a lot of people who've probably been in these beds."

"Yep," I said.

There was no way I was taking the floor. Tonight I had the bed. And Will.

At 2:30 in the morning I was still wide awake and unable to sleep so I flipped over onto my back to count something. Sheep were the obvious, but that seemed a little boring; my mind couldn't really sort out sheep from goats anyway. Number of colleges that I was likely to get into was not a very big number so that wouldn't take very long and probably wouldn't put me to sleep. Number of orgasms this year. Hmm. Now that was something that could help me pass some time and clear my head.

I started in January. By February I was hard as a rock.

I looked over at Will sleeping in the bed next to me. He had pushed off all of the covers and just lay there in underwear.

Woof, woof, I thought to myself. How the fuck do I get myself into these situations?

I stared at Will's underwear in the dark. I couldn't really see much in the dark light of the motel room but I had convinced myself on two or three occasions that Will had an erection in his sleep. I mean, that happens, right? I had one, of course, but then, I wasn't even sleeping so that may not count.

Maybe Will could have a wet dream tonight? I'd read in a magazine that men of our age, 18, got them all the time. Well, then, what the fuck?

Then another more interesting thought occurred to me. Maybe Will wouldn't mind if I licked his freshly shaved scrotum while he slept?

Maybe lightning would strike my erect penis and I would get scurvy and die on the spot.

I started to count orgasms again. Okay then, back to March. March was of course the spring of my junior year; I was such a kid! Now that I was 18 and a big senior, last year seemed so childish, so juvenile. Will's 18th birthday had come a few weeks after mine and we both agreed that now that we were consenting adults and could vote and smoke cigarettes and check ourselves into a mental institution, we would try and do it all. Not right away of course, but as adults, it just seemed like the right thing to do to expand our horizons, our adult horizons. The mental hospital seemed the most appealing to me right now, in fact. Will and I had been best friends since English class our sophomore year. He was Mr. Popular on campus and I was his friend, his trusted sidekick.

Nobody knew (except maybe Andy, the other 18 year old consenting adult sleeping in the other double bed in this stupid motel room) that I had secretly lusted after Will forever. Nobody knew (not even Andy, and certainly not Will) that I was no longer a virgin.

Surprise, surprise, I had an erection.

Never moving my eyes from Will's pretend hard-on, I put my hand down there and gave myself a few tugs. I brought my hand back up to my nose and sniffed. My pre-cum smelled like bleach to me.

Absently, I shifted my sticky hand over closer to Will's face and held my palm in front of his nose.

Nothing. He didn't even smile, or flinch, or anything.

"You're disgusting,' I told myself, waving pre-cum in front of your best friend's nose while he sleeps!

I thought about my orgasms in April. There was one awfully good one late one afternoon after I'd gotten back from a long run and was showering in the gym at school. But, as always, with my own hand.

It wasn't until Joey that I finally had somebody else to count on to get off.

I couldn't think of anything special at all about orgasms in May.

Then we were in the summer between junior and senior year and I was working at the library in town. Re-shelving books. Helping people fill out their applications for new library cards. Checking out books. More re-shelving. Boring orgasms.

Then came September. Now I started school again and I had to look at the inside of books!

One way-to-quick orgasm right after school started was kind of fun. .

In October, there was Joey. And in November and in December.

I sighed. Thinking about all of my orgasms for the year had not done the trick, I was still awake. And hornier than I had been a while ago thinking about January. If that was even

possible.

I stuck my thumb onto the head of my cock and rubbed off a little more pre-cum. I licked my thumb and kept it in my mouth, imagining Joey's thick dick being there instead.

I took a deep breath to test how deep in sleep Will really was.

Will finally stirred and flipped over onto his side a little closer to me. He was facing me, his floppy underwear just a few inches from my clean hand that hadn't touched any pre-cum. If I could just inch my hand over ever so slightly, I would be in like total contact with Will's shorts. And then maybe with Will's ginormous weenie.

I held my breath and wiggled my hand half the distance to Will's underwear. My own dick throbbed and I grabbed it with the free hand that wasn't busy. It goes without saying that I had never touched Will's dick. In fact, until a few weeks back when Andy arranged the ball-shaving party at his house, I had never even seen Will's dick. Pretty sad that I know the guy for over two years and can't even get a glimpse of him nude. Andy moves to town, and then has Will buck naked with a hard-on on Andy's couch one Saturday night a few days later while Andy had the honor of shaving Will's balls. Will couldn't do it himself, of course, he was too high.

I decided. I was going to do this, I was going to touch Will's penis while he slept. I had worked myself into such a state, if I didn't do this I might never be able to fall asleep.

First I slid the front of my underwear a few inches down, but still safely under the covers, and gave my own Mr. Happy a few tugs. Second I had to get my free hand the last centimeter or two over to Will's shorts. I took a slow deep breath and then slid my hand carefully and silently across the motel sheets. When I made contact with Will's underpants, Will didn't move. Bingo! I stopped my breathing completely to get ready for the final part. The part where Will's immense manhood is in my hand (if it could even fit!). Even more silently than before, I tried to feel what I could with the side of my hand against the front compartment of Will's underwear. I strain my mind to figure out what it is that the back of my hand is actually touching, but it doesn't really feel like anything.

Shit! I should have twisted my hand around so that my palm and fingers were facing Will's underwear and not the back of my hand! I'm not very good at this. Yet!

I withdrew my hand a few inches (all that careful slow effort wasted!) and tried twisting my wrist so that my palm faced Will's crotch. After a few seconds, I found the position of my arm uncomfortable and realized that I was going to have to shift onto my side a little and then twist my wrist the opposite way. Ever so quietly and ever so slowly, I shifted my body into a very unnatural position for my final assault on Will's heavy hanging dick. Will still didn't move, thank God!

At this point, Will and I were both on our sides facing each other, though my arm was in danger of falling asleep. I could feel his breath flow across the little hairs on my arm every time Will exhaled. The arm that was trying to touch or do I-don't-know-what with his mid-section. All the tossing around had caused my dick to soften up a bit. Did I dare touch my own dick just to get it revved up again before I got down to business trying to get hold of Will? I exhaled and thought to myself, all right you pervert, it's now or never!

Will stirred.

Shit, shit, shit!

I flipped back over onto my back as quickly as I could. Will grumbled something unintelligible but stayed on his side. I watched in horror as Will moved his hand down a little, totally blocking my access to him.

I lay back, ready to give up. I reached into my own shorts and absent-mindedly rubbed my half-hard penis up and down a little. The feeling was re-assuring. Within like 30 seconds, I had myself all the way up to my usual eight and one third inches and my breathing normalized. I looked over at Will. So close, but yet...

What the fuck? It was after 3:00 now and I was not getting even a wink of sleep. Maybe if I gave up on my ridiculous plan with Will and just jerked off that would relax me and I could finally fall asleep.

I checked one last time to see if there was any way I could move my hand back over to Will's shorts, but his hand was still in the way. Too bad for me, I probably wouldn't have many opportunities like this in my lifetime. At least not with my donkey-cock friend Will.

Giving up, I decided if I was gonna whack off, I'd better just get to it. I slid both hands into my shorts and rolled them up and down along the shaft of my penis a little bit more. With protection from the covers, I put both hands onto my dick and started rubbing up and down. The wet sticky head of my cock brushed lightly against the sheets. This turned me on even more so my rubbing became a little more intense.

I started thinking about the first time I had seen Joey in the shower. He looked so hot just standing there in a towel looking at me naked and half-hard. I had been trying to hide my hard-on from him, but he noticed it anyway. I was a little embarrassed, but not really. In truth, I was pretty proud of my dick and I was sort of glad he noticed.

After another minute or so of playing with myself lying there next to Will, I felt I was getting awfully close. I shut my eyes and tried to think of some 3-way sexual position that I might get into with Will and Joey.

"Ahem."

I froze. I wasn't sure if the sound came from Will or from Andy. I was too scared to open my eyes.

"Ahem," the sound came out of nowhere again.

Fuck! I'd been caught!

"Shouldn't you be asleep, T.J., you horn dog?"

It was Andy. I opened my eyes and looked over at him in the other bed. He was sitting up on his elbows, smiling those perfect teeth of his at me. At least I think he was smiling in the dim light of the room.

"Shh," I said. "He's asleep," I jerked my head toward Will to indicate the obvious.

"So we'd better not wake him up then," Andy said.

"Shh," I said again.

Andy lifted the sheets of his bed up.

"Get over here."

"What?" I whispered.

"I said, get over here."

I peeked over at Will to make sure he was still sleeping. Or that he might represent a better offer. He seemed out to the world, so I flipped the covers back gently and quietly eased out of bed. I looked back one last time before hopping into Andy's bed, under the covers he had raised up.

Andy was on his side up on one elbow. He was shirtless and only wearing some black Calvin Klein boxer briefs (I had taken careful inventory of the night time clothing habits of my two fellow travelers before the lights got switched off). He was grinning at me with those straight white teeth of his.

"So?" he whispered to me loudly.

"So what?" I asked back as innocently as possibly.

"So what were you trying to do with Will over there?"

"With Will? What do you mean?"

Andy lifted the covers and reached into my underwear to grab my dick. "I mean, you're like over there beating your meat, while poor Will sleeps quietly beside you. What were you meaning to do to him?"

"Nothing!" I said with as much indignation as I could put into my whisper.

"T.J., you're like hard as a rock here." Andy used the back of his hand to lift up my underwear to show me visually what I was all too aware of already.

"So?" I said again.

"Here, let me see what I can do," Andy said. Before I could stop him, Andy dove his head under the covers and stuck my dick in his mouth and began moving up and down with both his tongue and his hands.

"Oh," I said, a little too loudly. Andy was pretty damn good at this!

Andy licked my dick up and down and nibbled lightly on the end. He drove me crazy until I started bucking my hips and then he would slow down and shove my balls into his mouth. I shaved them just before we went to the airport so that anybody who came into contact with my scrotum on this little college road trip would not have to endure even a single stray pubic hair. Andy noticed, and came up for air, poking his smiling mug out of the sheet.

"T.J., you're balls are smoking hot," he said. "Outstanding shaving dude!"

I looked over at Will who was still sleeping away facing us. I started to say "thanks' but Andy dove down again and surprised me with by slurping and stroking my penis at the same time and all that came out of my mouth was a moan of delight.

About now, I had had about enough of Andy controlling the shots when it came to my cock.

With a speed and a strength that surprised even me, I pulled his lips away from my dick, threw him onto his back and managed to get his shorts pulled down to his knees. I shoved my face into his crotch to finally take this New Yorker boy's manhood into my mouth.

I stopped.

"What's going on Andy?"

"What do you mean, "what's going on'? Are you gonna suck my dick or what?"

"Um, well, yeah, but you're not even, like...hard," I said quietly.

Will groaned in the bed next to us and rolled over. We both stayed very still for about a full minute.

"Come on man, you don't have an erection," I complained, once the coast seemed to be clear.

"Hello?! You were the one who ripped my underwear off. If you want me to have an erection, make it happen."

"Um, well, okay, but why isn't it hard already?"

"I don't know, it just isn't."

Andy pushed me away from his flaccid penis and started pulling on it with his hand. "Here, let me help you get it going," he said.

I moved his hand away.

"I'll do that," I said. I took Andy's soft dick into my mouth and gripped his balls with one hand. I had never had a dick in my mouth that wasn't hard. Not that I had all that much experience in the field yet, anyhow, but the sensation was weird.

After about a minute or so, I could feel Andy growing inside me. He started to move his butt back and forth in rhythm with the bouncing of my head. His balls were shaped a little different from mine, more oval than round, and I liked the feel of them between my fingers. He was right about one thing. They were indeed as soft as a baby's bottom. His dick itself wasn't what I'd expected. It was long and thin, sort of like the inside part of a paper towel roll. The end was about the same thickness as the base, and there wasn't really a big knob on the tip like I'd gotten used to with Joey. He tasted like skin and hair and band-aids all at once. Nice.

Since Andy had been patient enough to let me get his cock totally hard, he then twisted around in the bed and took my dick back into his mouth as well. Mine hadn't gone down despite the mix-up with his. Andy's tongue danced up and down the shaft of my cock, and I tried to imitate the motion on his cock with my own mouth. He moaned a little. So did I.

Andy flipped me onto my back and straddled my face with his legs. He started to play with my ass, so I returned the favor and let my fingers poke on his hole a bit too. When I started to apply a good amount of pressure, Andy's moaning increased, and his hips started to buck more violently. He shoved his finger inside me and I drew back a little from the feeling. But he left it there and the pain settled. His lips and hands on my eight and one third inch hard-on felt so fucking good! I tried sticking my first finger inside of Andy's ass very gently and it slid in without any effort at all. Andy found my prostate and pushed down against it. He slid a second finger inside me and finger fucked my ass.

After about a minute, I was toast.

I exploded into Andy's mouth with a force I'd never felt before, the pressure of Andy's fingers inside my butt felt so funny but so great all at once. I kept trying to do the same to Andy as my own orgasm subsided and Andy gave a huge jolt and screamed out.

"Ahh, shit!"

I don't know what surprised me more. Andy's cum inside my mouth or his loud scream. We both stopped breathing and looked over at Will. He was on his back and took a big sigh.

When he seemed to get back to just sleeping regular again, both of us let one another's dick slide out of our mouths. I guess I had swallowed all of what Andy shot in my mouth, though my mouth felt strangely gummy. Andy twisted back around in bed and moved his head up near mine.

"That was way fucking hot, T.J.," Andy whispered in my ear. Then he licked my ear.

I giggled and pulled away. I stared up at the dark ceiling.

"Um, yeah, that was great. I can't believe what you did to my butt."

"T.J., you've got a hot butt. I told you that already, right?"

"Um, yeah, well maybe. Yours is pretty great too," I said. "I pretty much shot my load that first morning we met when I saw your ass in those tight cords you've got."

"Hah! I knew it!"

"Well, yeah. I mean, what's the big deal? I was just sitting there in Will's bedroom with a hard-on and then in walks this incredibly hot new gay guy from New York. What did you expect me to do?"

"Um, T.J., I'm not gay."

My eyes left the ceiling and focused on Andy's face to see if he was serious.

"Come on, Andy, you told me that already, but I mean, look what you just did, you're like totally gay. So am I. I think."

"No, T.J., I'm not. I like chicks. I just really, you know, I just really wanted to let you suck my cock."

"Well, thank you. I appreciate you letting me do that."

"Sure, no problem. You did a great job, by the way."

"Okay, thanks again. You're not so bad yourself, you know, at sucking cock. And you're pretty good at massage my, what's that thing again, oh yeah, my prostate too."

"T.J., don't get weird on me now. This was fun, but it was just that, nothing more. Take it easy."

"What the fuck, Andy? You, like, play with my head for weeks, grab my dick at Will's house, screw with me even more at the department store when we were getting our uniforms. You teach me how to shave my balls, then you give me probably the greatest blow job in the history of blow jobs, and you tell me you're not gay!?"

Andy put his fingers to his lips. "Shh," he said, "I don't want to wake up Will."

"Screw you!"

"Okay, we could try that, but my butt's gonna need like a fifteen minute break," Andy said, and then laughed silently.

"Are you still messing with me?" I asked.

"T.J., really, I just like sex. That's all. I'm not gay, I'm not bi. I'm pretty straight, trust me. I fucked around with guys like since I was just going through puberty. It's just sex!"

I stared at him. Just sex?

"And you do it pretty well, I'd say," I finally managed to say.

"Yeah, well, the more you practice, the better you get at it."

He kissed me on the ear again and let his tongue stay inside. I cracked up again and pushed him away. Both of us yawned.

"So like what about that butt thing? Straight guys don't do that. Do they?"

"Yeah, that was a blast, wasn't it? Somebody taught me to do that a few months ago before we left New York," Andy said casually as if someone had taught him how some video game.

"Um, yeah. But, doesn't it mean..."

"T.J., just chill. I'm beat. Let's go to sleep."

"This conversation is not over," I said. "But right now, you're right, we should probably sleep," I yawned.

"Right, dude."

I cuddled into Andy's shoulder and was asleep in seconds.

The next morning came far too quickly for my liking. I was twisted around Andy, both of us still with our underpants somewhere at the bottom of the sheets. There was light streaming in from outside the window that the cheap black-out curtains barely contained. I looked over at Andy in the bed next to me, then over at Will in my original bed. Both, totally snoozing. Maybe if I got up quietly I could shower before everyone else. Yawning and stretching, I sat up on the edge of the bed naked.

Before I stood up I thought I shouldn't be walking around bare-assed in our motel room so I dug around at the bottom of the bed for my underwear. The first pair I pulled out were Andy's. I gave them a sniff.

Yep. They smelled like Andy's dick all right. I put them under the covers in the vicinity of Andy's mid-section and then found my own. Will stirred and I froze.

"Hey, T.J., what are you doing over there?"

"Um."

"That's cool, was I snoring?"

"Um, yeah...you were snoring," I stammered. "I mean, it was pretty loud."

"Shit! I'm sorry, you should have poked me or something," Will said, turning onto his shoulder to face me in the other bed.

I was still sitting there nude, my underwear in my hand. Inside I was dying. Poked him indeed!

"No, really, don't worry about it. I just, you know, switched to Andy's bed at some point," I explained, trying to act as if this sort of hopping between beds thing was pretty normal for me.

Andy rolled over and smiled. He looked at the two of us as if to say, "what the fuck are you two doing up so early?'

"Hey Andy," Will said. "Thanks for taking T.J., sorry about the snoring, hope I didn't keep you up too."

Andy didn't miss a beat. "No, I was fine. I admit I was a little surprise to find T.J. in my bed sucking me off during the night, but you know, no big deal!"

I gave Andy a look of death. Both he and Will busted out laughing.

"Speaking of which, I don't know guys, it's like there's something going on with me lately," Will said. I stood up and put my underwear on, turning away from both of them.

"What do you mean?" I asked, taking the bait.

"I mean, it's like, well Peggy and I had sex twice this week. First on Monday over at her place, then on Thursday, just before we left to come up to Cal."

"Yeah, go on..." Andy was intrigued with any talk of sex.

"So like on Monday night right after, you know, Peggy and I did it, I went to bed and I had this wet dream."

Andy chuckled and I just stood there in my underwear listening.

"And then, like, Tuesday I was so fucking horny at school that I couldn't wait to get home to masturbate."

"Masturbate?" Both Andy and I said in unison. We laughed at the word.

"So I do it again on Wednesday, once at school right after lunch, then again when I get home that afternoon. Thursday Peggy and I make love again, then Thursday night, wham, I have another stupid wet dream."

"Sounds like you're going through a hyper-sexual phase," Andy explained with a straight face.

Both Will and I looked at him.

"What the fuck is that?" I said.

"You know, you just can't get it enough. Happens to me all the time."

"Not to me," I said.

"T.J., you're a bad liar. You're horned out all the time, you're just not honest enough to admit it to your buddies," Andy said.

"Screw you, Andy, I am not horned out."

Will interrupted us. "Guys. Guys. Forget about it. I just don't understand it. I mean, I think I had another wet dream last night. My shorts are wet and I'm hard again."

Andy and I turned our heads as Will bent his knees and pulled off his underwear to show us.

Yep. There was a wet spot right in the front. The same general area that I had intended to nuzzle up against during the night.

"I hope it happened after you left the bed T.J., I mean, how embarrassing!"

I swallowed but I didn't know what to say. I decided to keep my mouth shut.

"And my penis is like huge!" Will said.

He threw the sheets back and Andy and I both looked.

My mouth went dry and I saw Andy's jaw drop.

"This is just so fucking strange," Will said.

From our vantage point, Will had an erection all right. Fit more for a horse than a human though. It lay sloppily against his lower stomach, completely covering his pubic hair, and then extending all the way to his belly button and about two inches past.

"Jesus Will, put that thing away, you're going to hurt somebody with it," Andy managed.

Will chuckled. I sat down on the edge of Andy's bed since I could nothing else.

"Yeah, Peggy says it's the biggest she's ever had, but you know, I don't really know."

"Will. I have the pleasure to inform you that yes. You have a large penis," Andy said dead-pan. "T.J., would you agree with my assessment?"

I looked at Andy and wanted to kill him again.

"Um, well, I guess," I said.

"Yeah, what are you gonna do?" Will asked nobody in particular. "I just don't want to get hard at some weird time during the day. I want this whole...what did you call it? This hyper-sexual phase? I want to get past it."

"Hmm."

"Is there like a pill I could take?" Will asked.

"How the fuck should I know?" Andy said. "T.J.'s the doctor here."

"Um. Well, you know, we don't learn about this in high school biology," I said finally, my mouth still completely dry.

Will laughed.

"Okay then. Well, when you become a real doctor, you can prescribe something for me."

"Will, buddy, if this is still happening by the time T.J. finishes medical school, you'll be famous all around the world," Andy said, cracking himself up.

"Thanks. So, do you mind if I go first in the shower, T.J. I feel gross and I want to clean this stuff off of me."

I looked over at Will lying naked on the bed.

For someone who did practically no exercise, he had an amazing body. But that dick! How could I possibly have been Will's best friend for all this time and not known about it. It was still rock solid lying perpendicular in the center of Will's body. I thought I saw it bounce a few times as we were talking.

"Um, well, sure. I mean, of course, go ahead," I finally said, when I could take my eyes off it and look at Will's face. He smiled, realizing I'd been gawking.

Will stretched his arms and yawned. Then he got up from the bed, swung his enormous cock off the bed and walked slowly to the bathroom. Me and Andy's eyes never left the middle of Will's body.

When Will was in the bathroom with the door closed, we heard the shower turn on.

Andy and I looked at each other. Silently we both mouthed the same thing.

"Holy shit!"

 

[2008spike]

The rest of the weekend was interesting as well.

Will, Andy and I cruised around Cal all day on Saturday, checking out the campus and the dorms. Neither of them figured they had a very good shot of getting into the best public school in California so we didn't even bother to sign up for any official tour. I thought my chances of being accepted were pretty good so I left my name with some secretary in the admissions office but hadn't heard anything by the end of the day.

Saturday night we grabbed pizza at this restaurant pretty close to campus and tried not to act like the wide-eyed 18-year old high school seniors that we were. We didn't want anybody to think we didn't belong. The joint was loaded with students from Cal, obviously on a serious budget just like us. It was kind of cool being there and feeling like we were in college already, but none of us actually said that out loud.

Andy took a sip of his Coke. "So do you think that waitress with the green shirt would like to bounce up and down on T.J.'s massive boy-meat after she gets off work tonight?" Andy said, laughing.

"I don't know, why don't you ask her?" Will replied.

I turned tomato red and shot them both my nastiest dirty look.

"Don't you fucking say a word to her, you jerk!" I said, meaning it.

Andy just smiled, ignoring me. "T.J, buddy, relax! Obviously, she's a college girl. There's no way she would stoop so low and boink a high school boy."

"That's right," I agreed. "So let's just drop it right there."

"On the other hand," Andy grinned, "if she knew what she was in for, maybe she'd be interested."

"That's right," Will said, not getting Andy's meaning.

"I mean, eight and one third inches of prime high school track beef doesn't come around that often."

Andy and Will laughed out loud and Will blew pizza crust onto his plate. He recovered quickly and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Oops," he said.

"Will, that was disgusting!" Andy said.

"I'm sorry, I just think it's funny how you describe T.J."

"What? Little T.J.'s big cock? It's all a true story Will. It's all true. "

"Shut up, you fuck!" I said, flinging a piece of ice at him.

There was a silence while we all took a bite of pizza. Of course, Andy broke the silence.

"We could leave her an eight dollar and 33 cent tip," Andy said, trying to keep a straight face.

Will looked over at me to see if it was okay or if I was gonna hit him. I just laughed and then both Will and Andy joined in.

When he was finally able to speak, Will said, "I mean, come on T.J., how long has it been since you've had a date? Junior prom last year? So here we are in Berkeley, all of these college girls, you know, just walking around half naked. It seems like even you could score."

"Thank you," I said.

"He's right T.J.," Andy added. "If you can't get a college co-ed to suck on your Johnson here, what the fuck man? How are you ever gonna get laid?"

Chewing quietly on a pepperoni, I looked at both of my so-called friends across the table from me. They sat very still and waited for what I was going to say.

"Okay. I'll do it. But not the girl in the green shirt."

"Dude!" Will said, high-fiving me across the table.

"Who then?"

I looked around the restaurant. It was a real smorgasbord of people. White. Black. Mexican. Chinese. I spotted a girl sitting by herself in a booth nearly all the way across the massive room. She had short dark hair, a short-sleeve black shirt, and was sipping her drink through a straw.

"Her," I said, nodding my head in the direction of the lonely girl. "But don't turn around." Andy got up onto his knees and craned his neck around. Will ducked down below the side of the booth and tried to act as if he'd dropped his pencil.

"Guys, guys, be cool. She'll see you!" I said. Andy turned around completely in the booth, and pointed with his arm.

"Do you mean the big one sitting by herself slurping down her soda?"

"Yeah, the one in the black shirt?"

I reached across the table and grabbed both of their shirts and hauled them back to the table.

"You are both about as subtle as a bull," I said.

"T.J., are you serious," Andy said. "If you mean that chick sitting alone, I mean, please, dude! She's like huge! She'd hurt you!"

"Fuck you Andy, she's not huge. She's just got, you know, a little extra..."

"T.J., she's got a little extra...everything!"

"T.J., she does seem on the large side," Will said, helpfully. "Is she really the only woman in this place that you want?"

"Um. It's not like I want her..."

"Are we even sure she's a chick?" Andy asked, flinging ice back at me across the table.

"Andy!"

"What? I'm just asking..."

Will stepped in. "Well, I don't think there's any doubt that she's a girl. Look at those breasts, they're enormous. T.J. would probably suffocate if she got on top."

Andy laughed.

"That's right, T.J., you never let them get on top. You got to show them who's boss."

"You're the boss T.J." Will added. I glared at them both.

Andy's tone became serious.

"No T.J., if you want her, that's okay. As your friends, it's our job to point out that you're making one colossal mistake of course. You'll never afford the food bill after you get married unless you become a doctor. But, we'll support you." Will laughed. I just looked into space wanting the conversation to end.

"That's right. We're right behind you. And if she hurts you, like if she breaks your ribs or something during sex, we'll visit you in the hospital."

Will and Andy both cracked up and doubled over. I sat quietly waiting for them to be through.

When we were done, we paid our check and left. Will and I walked out one way while Andy went way out of his way so that he could walk by the table of the poor college student in the black shirt we had been talking about. As we walked outside back toward the motel, I was silent. But Andy couldn't stand it.

"I got her number for you," he said.

I continued walking but didn't acknowledge the remark.

"Come on, T.J., she said she'd do it."

"Really," Will asked, believing him.

"But she wants you to take her out to dinner first. Just as soon as she's done with her pizza."

Will laughed and I couldn't keep from smiling. Only one thing seemed for certain--I would not be calling her anytime soon no matter what my alleged friends said to me!

The sleeping arrangements Saturday night seemed obvious. Since I had been with Will the night before (at least for most of the night), I would bunk with Andy tonight. Will thought this was a good idea because he thought his snoring might keep me awake. Andy thought this was a good idea because he thought he'd get another blow job. And I didn't really care. I was wiped out and I only wanted to crash.

I did.

At some point, I woke up beside Andy to find him sleeping with his arms wrapped around me and my underwear half way down my thighs but I pulled them back up and rolled over. I don't think he noticed.

We both woke up in time to catch Will get out of bed with his massive piss hard-on. And once again, our jaws dropped and we looked at each other with a shared disbelief.

"T.J., that dick is like, you know, I don't know..." Andy said, shaking his head, after Will had closed the door to the bathroom.

I giggled.

"Andy, cool down. It's a penis. You've seen penises before. In fact, some quite up close it seems to me. Plus, this is Will we're talking about here. We should give him his privacy and just try to ignore it." We both sighed.

"Come on, T.J., it's too big, don't you think?" Andy said with a straight face.

"Maybe he'll grow into it," I suggested. "I mean, just because we're 18, we all probably have some growing to do still. Right?"

"Let's just hope he's finished in the dick department," Andy said, smiling. I laughed again.

Andy lay on top of me and thrust his pelvis into mine. I was instantly aroused. Andy noticed.

"My god, T.J., it sure doesn't take much with you."

"Yep," I said, "but not many guys lie on top of me in bed in their underwear."

"What, are you kidding? I get that all the time." Andy grabbed at my cock through my shorts and jerked me up and down.

I tried to remove his hand. "Andy, Will's awake," I protested.

"Yeah, and you'd like nothing more than for him to walk out of the shower and let you sit on his Johnson, right?"

"Um,"

I had to admit, he had me there.

"So, let me just do this," he said, pulling down the top of my underwear and stroking me up and down.

I sat back and let it happen. "How about some lube?" I asked timidly.

Andy licked his hand and then rubbed it on the head of my wiener. I jumped at first. He pushed my hips back down and held the base of my cock with one hand, his fingers gently pulling my ball sack down away from above. After less than a minute, I yelped once and came straight up in the air, the white semen landing on my pubes and Andy's hand.

"That was fast! You really needed that, huh?"

"Well, I guess," I said. I sat up on my elbows and felt Andy's underwear. Nothing. Not even a little hardening of the pipe-like dick I'd held in my mouth last night.

"Andy, you're not even hard again!" I complained.

"What can I say, bro? Don't sweat it, that was fun for me anyway. To see you get off so quickly just with a little of my spit."

"Andy, that's like.., that's so.., I mean... I don't know. How the fuck can you not be gay? Straight guys don't just jerk off their friends when they get up in the morning!"

Andy got up from the bed and stood facing me. He pulled his boxer briefs down in front. He was soft all right, but mighty nice to look at all the same. His dick and balls both hung low. He had dark blonde pubic hair that was very well trimmed. His weenie was white and tubular and the light red crown at the end curved a few millimeters up. I had first seen this full package through a pair of light blue cords that morning in Will's bedroom. My x-ray vision wasn't working so well that morning and I had no idea Andy would look so fucking hot out of his pants!

"Well, I don't know what's going on here. I usually get morning wood, just like the two of you boys," Andy nodded to Will in the bathroom. We could hear the sound of the shower still on.

"And then like, especially after you've had such a hot piece of meat in your hand," I mentioned, hoping he realized I was kidding. I smiled. He smiled back at me and held up his hand covered with my cum.

"Well, there's this too, I thought I'd just go wipe this off," he said.

"Good idea."

Andy walked to the bathroom door and walked right in. He may have pulled the front of his underwear up but I wasn't quite sure.

"Sorry to bust in on you Will, I just need to wash my hand off, I've got T.J.'s cum all over me," Andy shouted matter-of-factly.

"What?" I heard Will shout back.

"T.J.'s cum," Andy said.

"T.J.'s come?" Will shouted again.

"Never mind, you wouldn't understand," Andy came out of the bathroom drying his hand on a towel with a huge grin on his face.

I stared at him.

"Andy, what the fuck?"

He looked at me sheepishly.

"Sorry, dude, I couldn't help myself," he said.

"Sorry, dude? Fuck you! That's all I need! For Will to figure out that you and I are, you know..." I whispered at him loudly.

"I said, sorry, I know you're sensitive about stuff like this," Andy said.

"Yeah! I am!" I said.

Andy sat down on Will's bed and I pulled the covers up over my head and sighed.

"Well, looky there!" Andy said, pulling open the top of his underwear. "I've got a boner!"

I pulled the covers down and looked over. I was still mad at him.

"You're a sick fuck Andy! Joking about this makes you hard? You're unbelievable!"

He laughed.

"So?" he said, looking over at me.

"You wanna suck me off?"

"What? Are you fucking nuts?"

"Why not? You gotta admit, I've got an amazing cock!"

"Andy, fuck man, what do I do with you?" I pulled the covers back up over my head.

"Last chance," he said. Andy sat back on Will's pillow and lowered his boxer briefs to mid-thigh. "Going once, going twice..."

"Andy, cut it out. La la la la la."

Andy was silent for a minute and I could hear the unmistakable sound of him beating his meat. I kept the blankets over my head and tried to ignore him, but my curiosity got the best of me and I peeked out to see what he was doing.

He was laying on Will's pillow staring at the ceiling with one hand pulling his nuts in a downward twist and the other slowly moving up and down on his long tubular shaft. He looked over at me and smiled.

"Nice, eh?" he said.

"Um."

"How about giving your new pal a hand? Or a mouth?"

"Andy, this is crazy!"

"Come on T.J., you know you want to."

"No," I said defiantly, "I'm still mad at you."

"Okay," he said with a sigh, "suit yourself."

Despite being mad at him, I was still turned on at the sight of my sexy friend enjoying himself. He seemed determined to get off and didn't seem to mind if I helped him or if I didn't. I sat up on the edge of the bed in my underwear and Andy looked over with a sort of pleading face. I said nothing. The shower noise from behind the bathroom door continued and we heard Will humming our school fight song.

"It's a good thing he takes such long showers," I said at last.

Andy ignored me and licked his hand. His pace was maddeningly slow. He moved his hand from the base all the way to the head of his dick like he was polishing a car, slow, even strokes. I couldn't get over how much he was pulling down on his own balls. That had to hurt, didn't it?

"Can you at least go a little faster, at this rate we could be here all day?"

"Shh," Andy whispered, "I'm thinking about something."

I continued to stare at his cock. It was awfully nice. Long and smooth and clean. It arced slightly up toward Andy's face right at the tip but it was otherwise a perfect white tube. After a few more minutes, Will finally turned off the shower. My anxiety shot way up since Andy still wasn't done yet.

"Andy, get a move on here," I urged.

"T.J., chill out. All guys do this. If Will comes out and sees me naked on his bed with a big ol' hard on, well then, that's just the way it is."

"Andy, you're fucking crazy!"

Andy kept up his slow rhythm. I heard Will hum the first bars of our fight song yet again. After what seemed like another hour, I had had enough. I stood up.

"All right," I said, moving Andy's hand aside and easing my face toward his beautiful dick. "I'll help you if that will make this whole thing go faster."

Andy looked happy and let me take him into my mouth. His cock tasted a little peppery, but it was just as advertised. Long and smooth and rock solid. I tried to see if I could get the entire thing into my mouth, but I couldn't and gagged a little. I tried pulling down on Andy's smooth scrotum just like I had seen him do.

"That's good, T.J., do that," he said.

"Mmm," I mumbled back, glad for the feedback.

"Enjoy it, T.J., that's what it's there for," he added.

I continued tugging on his balls, stroking up and down on his dick and I let my mouth sort of suction him on the end. Andy bucked his hips and put both hands on the back of my head.

"Good, that's really good," he said in a higher pitch.

Just as Andy came, I slid my lips off of the tip of his prick and let him shoot out onto his own stomach. It went pretty high into the air as I held firm on his nuts. A tiny bit caught me on the side of the face and a long stream landed on the back of my hand.

Andy exhaled loudly and grinned.

"There," I said, "can you put your underwear back on now?"

"What?" he asked in mock horror, "and get them all sticky with my own jizz?"

I left him lying on Will's bed and wiped the cum off my face with my arm. I held up my hand so none of it fell on the rug and walked toward the bathroom. I knocked twice and Will said I could come in so I did. He was standing there in a towel shaving at the sink.

"Sorry I'm taking so long," he said, "you know, for a cheap motel room, they've got a great shower here."

I flipped off my underwear and stood nude in front of the mirror looking at Will. I kept the hand with Andy's cum up in the air like I was holding an invisible can of soda. Will looked at me and seemed to check me out from head to toe. My dick was not hard but it was not entirely soft either. It was still a little sticky from Andy beating me off in bed.

"What's with your hand?" Will asked.

I turned and flipped open the shower curtain.

"It's cum," I said. I turned on the water for the shower.

"It's what?" Will asked.

"Cum. It belongs to Andy." I stepped into the shower and let the warm water run over my body.

"Oh," I heard Will say. He started humming again and I smiled to myself as I grabbed for the shampoo.

Back at school the next week, it was like nothing at all had happened. Andy kept up taunting me and generally being a dick. And Will was just his usual cluless self with only a mild curiousity about what was going on between me and Andy.

After all the crazy sexcapades on our last trip to the Bay Area, I didn't really want to go on another college road trip with my friends.

But of course I did.

We had decided to check out a couple schools in San Diego - we could drive there instead of fly - but put up a fuss anyhow about needing to stick around and work on a paper that I wasn't finished with. The truth was that I wanted to hang out with Joey, but there was no way that Will would go only with Andy all by themselves. In fact, Will spent most of several entire lunch periods at school trying to convince me to go.

Toward the end of the week, one particular lunch conversation with Will stood out.

"You can't leave me in a motel room with Andy all alone," Will protested.

"Why not, what's the big deal?" I asked, knowing exactly what the big deal was.

"It's just that," Will stammered, which was very unlike him. "Well, you know, he's just a little, you know, a little too..."

"Too what?"

"I don't know, too...too...sexual," he said finally.

"Too sexual? What the hell does that mean?" I asked.

"You know what I'm talking about T.J., he's just like always talking about sex, always thinking about sex, you know, always making comments about how big your dick is or how big my dick is."

I looked at my best friend, not sure quite how to respond.

"Will, having a big dick is supposed to good thing," I said, stupidly.

"What?" He turned away and took bite of his sandwich. For as long as Will and I had been eating lunch together in school, his mom still made his lunch everyday and stuck it in a brown bag. Today it was ham salad.

Ham salad? Who makes ham salad?

"No, I'm not talking about that. Believe me; I don't care how big..."

"What then?" I asked.

"It's just that, you know, it's just that we should talk about something else."

"Yeah, I guess."

"It's just that he should stop staring at me when I change my clothes or something. It's like, I don't know. Do you think he might be gay?"

I was sure I turned bright red.

"Um."

"I mean, it wouldn't matter if he was, it's just that, well you know, it's like he's trying to have sex with us, you know what I mean?"

"Will, I think you're being a little paranoid. I think that if Andy wanted to have sex with us, he's the kind of guy who would just say it, you know?"

"You think?"

"Will, it's no big deal to me. Andy is straight."

"Like how do you know that?"

"He told me."

"He told you? You guys talked about this?"

"Um. We were just like, you know, talking..." I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get myself out of this hole.

"And he told you he was straight?"

"Yeah," I said. "He just likes sex. A lot. He just likes sex a lot."

"That much is pretty clear."

"Well, you're right there. He does talk about it a lot."

"So do you think my dick is big?" Will asked me.

I got a least three shades of darker red than last time. I was speechless.

"Well, do you?"

"Um." I stammered, desperate to change the conversation.

"T.J., you've seen it. You know, that time over at Andy's house the night we got high?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"So, is it really that big?"

"Will, I'm not like an expert in penis size."

"T.J., everybody seems to know how long yours is. I mean, you practically wear a t-shirt around school advertising your eight and one third inch weenie."

If it was possible to get still redder, that happened. I desperately wanted this conversation to change. Or at least for the bell to ring so we could go back to class.

"Will, my dick is not as big as yours."

"Yeah, but they're pretty close don't you think?"

"No Will, I don't think they're pretty close. You're way bigger."

"Way bigger?"

"Will, cut it out, I don't know how big yours is, I'd say like maybe an inch or two longer than mine. Why don't you just give me a break and measure it?

Will looked away, clearly thinking about measuring it.

"Well, you seem to be pretty proud of the fact that it's eight and one third inches. So, shouldn't I be happy to be even bigger than that."

"Um, well, yeah, I guess."

"I mean, do you think it's too big?"

"Will, shut up!" I shouted. "I don't really want to have this conversation. Let's talk about something else."

"T.J., don't be such a pussy. Just answer the question, is my dick too big?"

"Too big for what? Peggy's um, you know...vagina? Andy's mouth? What?"

Will laughed out loud.

"I mean, shit Will, most guys would be happy to have a big dick. Just shut up about it. You know, and enjoy it!"

Will seemed to consider this a moment. He sat quietly and finished off his ham salad sandwich. His mom had also packed him some cut carrots and a little plastic Tupperware thing of dip. I munched on my school-bought taco.

With his mouth full of carrots, Will struck up the topic again.

"So do you think that's it? Andy is just like, you know, mesmerized by my big dick?"

I slapped the table with my hand. "Yes, Will, that's it. Andy is fucking crazy about your penis. He talks about it constantly because he is totally jealous of it. His own long, skinny, tubular penis is nothing compared to yours and he just wants to have your dick on his stupid body! In fact, I'd like to trade you myself. Can you part with it and loan your pecker out to me for a few weeks? I'd like to give your dick a test drive. You know, maybe see how life is with a really, really, really huge slab of man-meat!"

Will stared at me and opened his mouth to speak. No words came out. Finally he put his head on the table and laughed.

"Man-meat?"

"Yep, man-meat!"

"I mean, we're 18 now, I know, but I've never thought of it as man-meat."

"What? Jesus fucking Christ Will, do you realize we've been talking about your dick for like all of lunch? Can we please talk about something else? Yes, it's big. Yes I am very impressed by it. In fact, maybe even a little scared by it. But, you know, like, don't sweat it dude! Having an impressive piece of, you know, man-meat," I emphasized the word for comic effect, "is like a good thing. So like, don't worry about Andy, he's not jealous of your penis. He's got plenty to be proud of."

I stopped, realizing what I had said.

Will put his head on his hands on the table and looked carefully at my face. He took two full breaths in and out.

"T.J., is there something you'd like to tell me?"

"What? Fuck you Will, there's nothing I'd like to tell you other than to just shut up. My dick is eight and a third inches. Yours is probably, I don't know, at least double that, and I just don't want to talk about big dicks or small dicks or any dicks. At all."

Will packed up his trash into a neat pile.

"Ever again!" I said.

"Okay!" Will said.

"Can we just talk about this trip to San Diego? Please?"

"Okay."

"So I assume we're getting a motel room down there someplace, just like we did up in Berkeley?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Good, then I'm sleeping with you."

"Okay."

"And I promise to say nothing about your large penis all night long. I'm goin gto sleep. And I'm going to wear blue jeans to bed so your huge...man-meat can't get anywhere near me@ Capische?"

"Okay."

"And I promise to fucking kick your ass if you so much as bring up the subject of male anatomical parts even one time this weekend!"

"Okay.

I packed up my own trash and grabbed Will's and picked up both and walked over to the trash can.

When I got back, Will was smiling.

"T.J.?"

"What?" I said, a little too loudly.

"What if I get a hard-on sleeping in the same bed with you?"

"Then just don't fuck me with it. It'd probably hurt too much."

I didn't sit back down, but I turned and walked away to my locker. There was still 10 minutes or so left to hang out before 6th period started, but I needed to go and just get away from Will.

"Fuck!" I said to nobody in particular as I got mid-way across the quad.

That Friday night after school, Will and Andy and I got together at my house and packed up Andy's car. We drove south to check out two colleges that I didn't really want to go to anyhow. But the fun for me would be just hanging out with my friends. Will with his newly discovered really big piece of man-meat penis. And Andy who was more my size.

The two of them both tortured me in different ways. I sat in the back seat and felt myself getting hard as soon as we hit the freeway.

That night, Will and I slept in the same bed in the motel in La Jolla. Andy got a kick out of the fact that both of us seemed downright eager to sleep together. While Will was in brushing his teeth, Andy made a big show of changing out of his pants and into some skimpy running shorts to sleep in.

"Why are you doing that?" I asked Andy.

Andy turned around and let his long tubular cock flop out of his shorts. Andy swung his hips back and forth and his cock swung back and forth too. It lengthened with the motion and I had a familiar stirring down below.

"Why am I doing what?" Andy asked me right back.

I sighed. "Andy! Cut it out. This is not happening tonight. I'm sleeping with Will." I tried to say this with a firm finality.

"Uh huh."

"I am."

"At least until poor unsuspecting Will falls sound asleep and you hop over to my bed and hop on my Johnson!"

"Fuck off Andy. Fuck off!"

When Will came out of the bathroom, Andy had managed to put his dick back in his shorts and I went in to pee and brush my teeth.

That night I slept soundly. It was a pleasure. No trying to feel up Will. No sex with Andy. No jerking off within inches of my best friend's big weenie.

On campus the next morning, the three of us went our separate ways. I hooked up with some science nerds who showed me the biology lab, the chemistry lab, the math lab and then we were about to walk to the physics lab.

I had had about enough of these funny freakazoids so I faked a stomach ache and got the heck out of there back to the motel.

It was going to be a few more hours until the others showed up, so I decided to go for a run. I tossed on my running stuff and headed out.

Unsure where to run, I headed back to campus and thought I'd just do some laps around the college track. I ran for about five miles then stopped.

A shower. Wow! A real college shower in the gym. Maybe there would even be some college guys in the shower!

I ran over to what looked from the outside like a gym and wandered around trying to find a way in to the men's locker room. I could hear the showers and followed my ears.

Inside everybody looked so much older than me.

They walked around in towels, jock straps, nothing. Holy crap. Some of these guys were amazing!

I was a little dazed by it all, so I went to find a drinking fountain for a little water. Just as I got to the fountain a short guy with a military hair cut walked up at the same time. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. He had gorgeous olive skin and his chest looked like it had been sculpted by somebody. His abs were even more cut than Joey's, only he didn't have a hair on him.

The towel came down low almost to his ankles and I noticed that he had no hair on his legs either. To avoid making a fool of myself and dropping my jaw, I looked at the floor at his feet; even they looked strong and muscular, but given how he was so perfect everywhere else, I was surprised how beaten up they were. He took a long drink and I waited patiently, just enjoying the view of his ass as he bent over. When he finished drinking, he turned around and bumped into me by accident.

"Oops, sorry man," he said. Even his voice was sexy, with a faint accent I wasn't sure about.

I bent over to drink but couldn't help sneaking a peek behind me and this great example of college-meat.

So now I had to get into the showers to see my new friend naked, and I had to move fast. But I didn't have a towel and I had no idea how to get one. If I spent any time searching for a towel, I reasoned, I'd miss him, so I decided to shower and figure out what to do about drying off later. I found a locker pretty close to the showers and kicked off my shoes tossing my running gear on top. I started to walk in to the shower area but felt strangely very exposed so I grabbed my shirt and rolled it up in a ball in my fist.

The showers in the university gym were huge compared to our high school gym. There must have been over 50 shower heads, in long rows that faced each other. There were no partitions of any kind like we had back at school. There were quite a few guys in there already but I didn't see my military college boy at first amidst all of the others. I found a spot on the end, as far away as I could possibly be just in case I got a boner and turned the knob to start the flow of water. The shower head sputtered to life and then coated me in a strong rush of hot water. I squirted a little liquid soap in my hand and rubbed it on my chest and arms.

This was it, I thought to myself. I am going to be a college man and I am going to shower in a big public shower just like this one every single fucking day!

When I was finally brave enough to look around at the other men doing exactly what I was doing, I was surprised how many of them seemed to be looking at me. I tried hard not to make eye contact with anybody and felt myself getting hard again.

Damn!

I turned to face the wall and closed my eyes. I kept my hands well away from my cock and balls to try and let things simmer down down there. I thought all sorts of ridiculous thoughts to clear my head and not get a total hard-on.

Oh my god! My first college shower and this happens. And I don't even have a towel!

After what seemed like hours of facing the wall, I had successfully managed to keep my dick from going to its full glory and I felt brave enough to open my eyes and look down at myself. Not bad. Not my usual eight or so inches thank god, but certainly semi-hard and sticking out a bit too much for my liking in a public place like this. Fortunately nobody had come to shower right next to me so it might safe even to turn around and let the water warm my back and bounce off my butt.

I took a quick glance behind me and noticed that quite a few of the guys had left.

Okay! The coast was pretty clear so I folded my arms across my chest and turned around.

There he was.

About 7 or 8 shower heads down and across on the other side, my military college guy with the beautiful dark skin was standing on one leg and scrubbing an ankle. He saw me looking at him and he smiled. I immediately turned my head away before I could get a good look at his dick. I busied myself with a little more soap and cleaned the crack of my ass for like the eleventh time.

Military boy shut off his water and grabbed his towel. I tried to check him out but he held the towel just in front of his mid-section and I was blocked from seeing anything at all down there. But the rest of his body was just amazing. He seemed to be an ideal V-shape from his shoulders to his hips. He was fairly light skinned and as far as I could tell from where I stood had practically no body fat. He was just one nice package of bulging muscle. He turned away slightly and circled his towel around his waist. He glanced my way and smiled again before he walked the other way out of the shower area.

Without seeming too obvious, I turned off my shower and stripped the excess water off my arms and legs with my hands. I grabbed my balled up shirt and tried to act real cool as I walked back to wear I had thrown my stuff. Despite my runner's body, the truth was that I was totally self-conscious walking naked back to my pile of clothes. My hand with the shirt covered my cock as best I could.

When I got to where I had left everything, I sat down and took a deep breath. Fortunately my dick was getting back to normal so there was no danger of a completely embarrassing moment. I looked up at the ceiling of the locker room and smiled to myself. Maybe I should just go to college here in San Diego after all?

After all, the place had a great reputation for pre-med training and who cared if I thought the tourist guys were nerds. At least I'd get to shower in this locker room. Maybe next time with a towel even.

"Um, excuse me."

I whipped my head around to see my military college man standing there beside me.

"Would you like a towel? I couldn't help but notice that you didn't bring one."

Once again, I was speechless. Of course.

"Um, yeah, well sure, that would be great, I mean, if you don't mind. I mean..."

"Here, take this one." He took off his towel and handed it to me.

We both stood there without any clothes on looking at each other.

I hesitated.

"But, don't you..."

"No, don't worry, I'm dry, you're still wet and you'll freeze to death."

"Um, yeah, thanks." I took the towel, it was wet. I dried myself quickly and tried not to stare at the man standing in front of me. He was just as flawless out of a towel as he had been standing in front of me at the drinking fountain with one. He was also completely hairless, he even had no pubes.

"So you don't go here, right?"

"What?" I wasn't sure what he meant.

"I mean you're not a student at UCSD?"

I finished drying off and handed the towel back to him sheepishly; I thought maybe I should fold it. We both stood there nude again. My eyes couldn't help check out his cock. Without any pubic hair, it seemed to hang there in mid-air. It had a little curve to one side and his balls were tucked in tightly behind it. It had an extra fold of skin toward the tip that I'd seen a few times on guys in our high school gym.

Oh! So this was what an uncut dick looked like.

I felt a tiny bit of drook at the corner fo my mouth. I liked it.

"No, I'm here checking it out. I'm still a senior in high school."

"Cool. What do you think?"

"Um, well, you know, it seems okay."

"What are you gonna study, pre-med?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Just a guess, a lot of people come here for that. I'm pre-med too."

"Really?"

"So did you get a tour of campus or anything?"

"Naw, just a few science labs. I thought the guys were sort of geeky so I split."

He laughed and his penis shook.

"Do you want me to show you around a little? I was just gonna go grab some juice and head to the library."

"Um, sure, that'd be great! Thanks!"

He had still not put the towel back around his waist and I thought maybe his penis jolted a little. He pointed at my crotch and I looked down. My dick was getting thicker and longer.

"You'd better put your shorts on or you'll draw a crowd," he said.

I covered myself with my hands, horrified.

"Sorry," I said.

"Nothing to be sorry about," he said. "It's good by me."

I looked at my new friend. His cock stretched out away from his body and he smiled. He extended his hand to me and I took it.

"I'm Emilio," he said.

"T.J."

"Glad to meet you T.J., really glad to meet you."

"Um, yeah, me too, great to meet you too." I pulled my shirt over my hand and followed Emilio to his locker.

Emilio and I walked around campus for about an hour after we left the locker room. He had on street clothes and I just wore my slightly sweaty running gear. He loaned me an extra warm-up jacket he had in his locker so I could feel at least a little bit more decent.

The school really was beautiful and I honestly tried to concentrate during the tour but I was afraid my mind couldn't really just ignore Emilio's hot little body and the lingering memory of his totally shaved mid-section. Totally shaved everything, in fact.

Emilio was a good tour guide, I could tell he really liked going to school here. Had my mind not been so completely absorbed in thought about what Emilio and I might do after he finished showing me around, I might even have learned something.

"So, is there anything else I should show you?" Emilio asked me when we finally sat down on a brick planter close to the student union.

I absolutely wanted to be shown more, and I wondered if Emilio intended his question to come out like it did. I looked at his face. He had short brown hair, cropped very close to his head and almost no hair at all on the sides or back. He had light brown eyes with sort of a sparkle to them in the bright afternoon sunshine and skin that looked like he'd never even heard of acne. His clothes fit him sort of loosely and I wondered why he wasn't wearing tighter stuff given how perfect his body was underneath. He had big forearms and strong stubby hands that seemed to match the strong stubby feet I had seen at the drinking fountain. He leaned back on his elbows and I smiled.

"Um, do you mean like on campus?" I asked.

"Yeah, T.J., like on campus," Emilio smiled too.

His teeth were white but finally I found a flaw. One of the lower ones had a chip.

"Ouch," I said, pointing to his mouth. "How'd that happen?"

"What, you mean my tooth?"

"Yeah." Emilio stuck his finger in his mouth as if he'd never noticed it before.

"On some gym equipment," he said. "I've been meaning to get to the dentist to get it fixed but I haven't had time."

"Gym equipment?" I asked. "What kind of gym equipment."

"Just this bar. A high bar. I'm a gymnast."

"Oh," I said. "That explains the body."

Emilio blushed. "Yeah," he said. "I work out like 9 or 10 days a week, I guess."

I laughed.

"Are you on the gymnastics team here?"

"I wish I was. We don't have a gymnastics team. I belong to a local club not too far away and we're all sort of training together. Some of the guys are pretty good. Like, you know, Olympics level. Most of them could pretty much eat my lunch though."

I laughed again.

"You don't seem like you're the kind of guy who'd get their lunch eaten by anyone. You haven't got a shred of fat on you."

"That's because I don't eat," he said, deadpan.

I frowned.

"Seriously, you take like vitamin pills or something?"

He slapped my upper arm and laughed.

"No, don't worry, I eat, I just work it all off constantly. How about you, you seem pretty fit, are you a runner?"

"Um, yeah, how'd you know?"

"You've got a runner's body."

"I do?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty good at sizing people up.

Bodies are sort of my thing, I guess. I'd say you're long distance, but not quite marathon length."

"No. No way, not marathon length, not me," I said.

"Well, maybe marathon length in the penis department," Emilio said.

Now I blushed.

"Thanks," I said.

"So did you come down here by yourself or with anybody else?"

"I came with two of my friends, they're probably off on their own campus tour. Neither of them is pre-med so I sort of went off by myself."

Emilio stretched his arms behind his head and looked up at the sky. He yawned.

"Sorry," he said, "late night last night."

"Forget about it. I'm pretty wiped out too. I had to share a bed with one of my friends and I never sleep too good when I have to do that."

"You had to share a bed with one of your friends? I'd hope you didn't get any sleep at all!"

I smiled. "No, it's not like that at all. He's just my best friend, he's not my... you know..."

"Your boyfriend?"

It was the first time I'd heard the term and my jaw must have dropped a little.

"No way. No, no, no, just you know, like this friend of mine from school. We've been best buds since we started high school. He's not, you know, he's not..."

"A fag?"

It sounded so harsh coming out of Emilio's mouth. I shuddered.

"No, he's not a fag. He's a...he's a...straight guy who just happens to have a huge dick."

Emilio laughed.

"Ooh, fantastic, that's my kind of straight guy."

"Yeah, he's actually a really great guy."

"Cool. And you slept with him, but you didn't like, sleep with him."

"No."

"Too bad."

"We do it all the time," I said.

"Pity."

"My friend Andy on the other hand, that's another story,"

"What do you mean?" Emilio asked.

"Well, Andy's not from here."

"And what does that mean?"

"He's just different. He just really likes sex. With anybody I think."

"That sounds good to me," Emilio smiled and I kept staring at his tooth. It was that lone flaw on this otherwise perfect guy. It made him more real to me. I felt my running shorts get tight thinking about him standing across from me in the shower.

"Yeah, well, he's nuts. He drives me nuts too," I said.

"Did you guys have sex?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"And...was it fun?"

I slapped my thighs and threw my arms up in the air. "I can't believe I'm talking about this with a total stranger," I said. I hadn't breathed a word of my new sex life to anybody.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Emilio said gently.

"Okay."

"And we're not like total strangers anyway. I loaned you my towel."

I smiled.

"Yes, you did. And thank you by the way. That was very nice."

"I just couldn't stand to see you try and dry yourself off with your socks."

"Yeah, that wouldn't have been very pretty."

"I'm just glad you needed a drink at the same time as me," Emilio said.

I smiled.

"That much was just luck," I said. "Following you into the shower, that was me stalking you."

Emilio laughed.

"Well, don't worry, if you hadn't stalked me, I would definitely have stalked you."

"Thank you...I think."

"Speaking of which, can we get back on track here? Do you want to come see my room?"

"Um, yeah, sure. You mean, right now?"

Emilio smiled as he stood up. "Yes, runner boy, right now. It's not too far, let's go!"

"Do you want to run?" I said, "I'm sort of dressed for it."

He hesitated. "Promise not to be too hard on me?"

"Please, you'll probably...eat my lunch."

Emilio sped off and spoke over his shoulder. "Well...if not your lunch, then we'll see what else you've got."

I caught him easily and ran along side of him. But Emilio knew the way and I didn't so he made some sharp turns that surprised me and left me off balance. Winded, we both stopped in front of the glass doors to the building since there was a crowd blocking the way. Emilio flashed some sort of pass to the guard inside and we ran up the stairs. Five flights later we reached his floor. Emilio found his key and opened the door to his room. We practically fell through the entrance and onto his bed.

We were both panting and giggling at the same time. Emilio's hands were inside my pants in an instant and our mouths locked in a breathless slobbery kiss. Emilio was an amazing kisser and I lost track of everything else our bodies were doing while our tongues explored each other in every possible way.

After a few minutes, I noticed a second bed in his room.

Emilio followed my gaze and stopped kissing me. He held my head in his hands.

"Don't worry, T.J., my roommate is...hmm...I think he's at the library."

"You think?"

"Yes I think."

"You think he's at the library and we are here sucking each others' tonsils out. You think?"

"T.J., chill out. He's at the library. He's not going to come in here while you're fucking my ass."

"Um..."

Emilio hopped up off the bed and pulled a desk three or four feet until it was blocking the door from opening.

"There, see, we're safe," he said

I sat up on the edge of his bed. I smiled.

"Okay, get back over here."

Emilio did as he was told and took off the rest of his clothes. He stood naked in front of me, his erect cock was shorter than mine and thick but somehow managed to curve just a little to the side. Totally hard,that little extra flap of skin wasn't ther anymore. His scrotum hugged tightly to the bottom of his cock. In the warm late afternoon light streaming through his dorm room window, he looked like a olive-colored popsicle. Perfect and ready to lick all over.

"So!?" Emilio said, spinning around in a circle.

"So what? Do you want me to tell you that you have an incredible body? You do."

"No, dumb-dumb, I know that."

He spun around again and stopped with his back to me. He bent over and spread his ass cheeks.

"Fuck me already. I want you inside me."

"Um, okay."

And I did. For half an hour, Emilio and I fucked all over his room.

We tried it doggy-style at first, that was a lot of fun for me - I felt like a cowboy and even yipped a little before we both collapsed in giggles on the floor.

Emilio then had me lay on my back and he sat on my cock so I could watch his face. Despite being so muscled, Emilio was also super flexible so he could actually bounce up and down on me without holding on while we kissed. I loved the feel of his soft dick in my hands and I used it as sort of a joy stick to control the rhythm of our fucking.

Eventually Emilio flipped over onto his own back and threw his legs over his head in what seemed to me to be a terribly uncomfortable position. I must have had a funny look on my face, so he guided me inside and reassured me with some gentle moans that showed me he was enjoying being plugged like this. I used both hands to stroke his thick cock and we both came, Emilio's load splattering over his chest and even up onto his neck.

After a moment, Emilio twisted strangely without letting go of my dick and we were somehow spooning and kissing again at the same time. Neither one of us got soft and our hands explored each other's chest, neck and head.

"You're a great fuck," Emilio said.

"I am?"

Emilio laughed. "Yes, T.J., you are a great fuck. You have nothing to worry about. With that dick of death and that kind of adolescent hip action, you'll be a busy guy when you get to college."

"Um, thanks."

All of a sudden, Emilio's look changed and he whipped his head around to practically face me head on.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that adolescent flexibility, please god, oh please tell me that you're at least 18. I don't need to go to jail!"

I laughed.

"Yes Virginia, I am of legal age. I'm 18. Don't freak out on me here."

Emilio exhaled.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I forgot to ask you before I let you screw me."

"Um, well, you'll have to trust me. I do have a driver's license but it's not in my running shorts."

We both laughed.

"Okay, well I suppose I trust you. After all, your big high school cock is still inside my ass."

"Yes it is, would you like to do it again?"

Emilio's mouth was around mine in an instant and I felt his hardness kick up a notch. I got my answer.

This time, we never left this position on the bed. It took us both forever to cum and I even felt a little weak--I needed food!

It was great. Emilio and I kissed with passion as our hips moved synchronously together. Our orgasms were not as frenzied. When we were done, Emilio finally released his butt-hold on my dick and we both fell asleep. We stayed locked up like this to stay warm in the cool air of Emilio's dorm room.

When we woke up, it was dark.

I got up off the bed and searched the floor of the dark room for my clothes. I put them on quietly and Emilio seemed to still be asleep. Even in this low light, Emilio looked hot. He was so smooth, so strong, so cut. I wanted to grab hold of him and just squeeze him all over. I sat on the floor and laced up my shoes.

"So I guess that's it?" Emilio rolled over and spoke with his eyes closed.

"What do you mean?"

"Use my towel, fuck me silly all afternoon, and leave me lying naked on the bed?"

I wasn't sure what he was driving at. "Um, well, thanks again for letting me use your towel. Thanks for letting me, um, make love to your hot little butt, and, um..."

Emilio laughed and sprang up off the bed.

"I'm just kidding." He drew me toward him and kissed me wetly on the mouth.

"Do you want to take my jacket? You know, stay warm, it's not exactly skimpy running shorts weather out there." Emilio nodded to the darkened window of his room.

"Um, okay, I could, like, drop if off a little later."

"Forget it, T.J., keep it. I've got plenty. Think of it as a college souvenir."

I grabbed his short hair and we kissed again.

"I don't think I'm going to need a souvenir to remember you, you're pretty...um, memorable."

Emilio stood up. Unbelievably he was hard again and I held his penis in both hands. It was pretty sticky and I couldn't help myself so I wet one palm and lathered him up with my palm.

He smiled.

"You'd better not get me going again, you'll never get back to your friends."

I bent down and took him in my mouth. Emilio's dick throbbed. His hands pulled my face upward lightly and we hugged. I put my hands onto his ass cheeks and spread them, he drove his pelvis into me and I felt his hardness easily through the soft nylon of my shorts. I had a boner too. Emilio pushed me backward and I took a couple steps toward the door.

"So if you wind up coming here next year, make sure you find me."

I smiled. "I will," I said. "See you later," I moved the furniture aside and slipped out the door. Emilio remained standing there with his hard cock jutting out from his body, that little curve at the end. I zipped up Emilio's warm up jacket and walked down the stairs and into the night.

When I found the motel, it was after eight o'clock and my friends were gone. A note on the bed told me they'd gone to a Mexican restaurant a few blocks away. Mexican, eh, I thought about telling them I'd already had Mexican, but decided against it.

I washed my hands and face, threw on some jeans and headed out the door. Remembering something, I re-opened the door and picked up Emilio's jacket. I held it to my face and inhaled deeply. It smelled more like me than him so I put it on and zipped it up.

In the restaurant, Andy and Will were busy eating chips and laughing.

I crawled into the booth next to Will and they both stopped talking and looked at me. Nobody said a word.

"Hi," I said.

They still said nothing. I took a chip and dipped it into some salsa.

"What?" I said, chewing my chip.

In unison they both said, "Story?"

"What are you guys talking about? How do you know there's a story?"

Will broke the silence. "T.J., we haven't seen you all day. You weren't at the orientation sessions at the end of the day. You weren't in the room when Andy and I got back. We waited and waited for you and no call. T.J., we know you, you'd call if you could have so we wouldn't worry. What the fuck happened to you?"

I smiled.

They watched me take another chip.

"He got laid Will," Andy said.

I stared poison darts at Andy's face. Will laughed.

"I think you're right Andy, look at him, he's like got this funny glow," Will said.

"You guys have no idea what you're talking about," I protested, dribbling chips as I tried to talk with my mouth full.

At the same time, Will and Andy started pounding their fists on the table and saying "'story' over and over again. I tried to shush them but they just got louder. People in other booths in the restaurant were looking at us.

"All right, all right, I'll give you a story. Just shut up already." The banging of fists and the shouting finally faded away.

I looked at them for a full minute. I had no idea what I was going to say.

"So I met somebody, big deal!" I shrugged my shoulders. Both of them leaned in to hear better. Will slapped me on the back.

"Seriously it wasn't a big deal, it really wasn't."

"Was it at least a chick?" Andy said. Will giggled. I glared at Andy again and threw a tortilla chip at his face.

"Look guys, I'm really tired, let's not drag this thing out. The truth is, yes, I got laid, it was awesome, and I think I want to go to college here now. Okay?"

Will and Andy looked at each other.

"That's it, that's all we get?" Will asked.

I raised my voice. "Look," I said, "do I ask for details when you bang Peggy practically every night of the week? No! Do I ask for details when Andy bangs...whoever it is he bangs...whenever it is he does."

"Usually during fourth period," Andy explained. "In the janitor's closet up near the chemistry lab." Will and Andy gave each other a high five. I stuck three chips in my mouth all at once. Apparently I was ravenously hungry.

"Okay," Will said. "we'll let you off this time, right Andy?"

"Will?" Andy moaned. Will looked at Andy and a silent thought passed between them.

"We'll let you off only because it was a college girl. And as far as I know, neither Andy or I have ever done a college girl before."

Andy shook his head because his mouth was full.

"Okay, good deal," I said, picking up the menu, and hoping the conversation was being dropped. "What's good here, I'm starved?" I asked glancing at the list of tacos and burritos.

Will looked at his hands and murmured very quietly, "Apparently...the hot dog with fish sauce...or have you already had that?"

Andy spit tortilla chips and coke all over the table and Will fell over in the booth laughing.

"Fuck you guys!" I shouted, "fuck you both!"

I grabbed another chip and looked away.

 

[Críostóir]

Well, that was hot! Emilio sounds like a hot fuck.

 

[Craiger]

I want to go back to college. I missed too much. Spike, another awesome (2) chapters.

Craiger

 

[lovaboitoy2]

I have been reading this story past couple days so so hot I love it!

 

[miguelfukt]

i really like this story a lot!

 

[2008spike]

A few days after our San Diego trip, I was on the phone talking to Will.

"Hey TJ, how's it going?"

"Um, fine, fine, Will. Um, what are you doing Friday night?"

"Friday? Well, I guess me and Peggy will catch a movie or something. Why?"

Peggy was Will's girlfriend, but I don't think she had the hots for my best friend in the same way I did. I doubted she'd ever deep-throated his man-meat.

"Oh, okay," I said. I was disappointed that Will wasn't able to come over and hang with me considering the mess I'd gotten myself into with Joey's cousin. But I tried not to let my voice give me away.

"Why TJ? What's up? Do you have something better I should be doing?"

"Um, well, no, I mean, yes, well. I don't know?" I stammered, losing my cool completely. I covered the phone with my hand.

"TJ, what's going on with you lately? You been a little weird," Will said. He was right, of course. I'd been having sex with just about every guy who crossed my path lately. And it was still completely freaking me out!

"Nothing," I lied.

"TJ cut the shit! Why are you asking me about Friday night? Do you need something?"

I stared at the phone and didn't answer.

"TJ?"

"What?"

"TJ, talk to me. What's up dude?"

I felt my eyes tear up a little. I sniffed.

"I, I just seem to have gotten myself into something I can't handle," I said finally.

"What is it TJ? Drugs?"

I burst out laughing.

"Is that it TJ? Are you into coke or something?"

I kept laughing.

"No, no, no, it's nothing like that," I giggled. "Do you think I could afford coke?" I asked, wiping my eyes with the back of my sleeve.

Even though we had both turned 18 last year I know for a fact that neither one of us had ever touched anything like that. We had smoked grass a few times but nothing more.

"I don't know," Will said. "Is coke expensive? I have no idea."

"Um, I think so. Anyway, shut the fuck up! I'm not on coke. I'm not even smoking any pot lately unless Andy gets us some." Our new buddy from New York seemed to have an endless supply. Will and I reasoned that it was an east coast thing.

"Okay then. Well that's good. I'm glad," Will said with some finality. There was another awkward pause.

"So what is it then?"

I wiped my eyes again. "Will, you'll think it's really stupid."

"TJ, just tell me. What's going on?"

It's true. Will was always there for me. For whatever I needed. He was easily the coolest guy in the world. Why couldn't I just talk to him?

I waited and breathed in and out. Shit, fuck, piss!

"Okay, okay, here goes. But promise me you won't think it's stupid."

"TJ, so many things you do are stupid. How could this be any worse?"

I smiled. "Thanks buddy, that really helps," I said.

"Sorry," Will said. "So what is it?"

"I'm supposed to give somebody a massage on Friday night," I explained finally. I exhaled long and slow.

I could hear Will breathing rhythmically through the phone.

"Um, Will, are you there?" I asked, knowing he was.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm there. Um... TJ, why is this a big deal? So you're giving a massage. How did this happen?"

I thought for a moment before answering. "It's for Joey's cousin. He's in college," I said, as if this provided all the information Will needed to understand the mess I'd created.

"Joey who? Joey Collucci?"

"Yup. Joey's cousin is like the quarterback at Loyola I think."

"Okay, that's good. So why are you giving him a massage? How did you meet him?"

"Um, well, you know, well, I don't know, I just did."

"TJ!"

"Well, I don't know! Shit! You know I've gotten to be, you know, pretty tight with Joey..." I paused, waiting for Will to respond, wondering if he was mad that I had another friend beside Will, And it was the quarterback on our high school football team to boot. Will was way too sure of himself; no way would something like Joey make Will jealous.

"Yeah, I think that's awesome," Will said. "Joey's a pretty cool guy, I hear."

"Yeah, he is." If Will only knew how Joey and I had become such good buds. That Joey and I were fucking! But he didn't, and I wasn't ready to tell Will about Joey. I hadn't even told Andy about Joey. God knows who Joey was telling! Ugh.

"So what's the deal with this massage thing then?"

"So, I don't know, I guess I got into giving Joey massages after practice sometimes."

"You did?" Will's voice was even, but I could tell he was trying to figure out where this I was heading with all this.

"Um, well yeah, we made a deal. I gave him massages and he taught me football."

"He taught you football?! Why did he teach you football? You don't play football TJ."

"I know, I know," I said, lamely.

"You run, TJ. You're too skinny," Will said, reminding me that my status relative to the biggest stud on campus was pretty pathetic.

"Well, you're right. It's not likely I'll go out for football in college. Unless I get into a college of dwarfs with no muscle mass whatsoever."

Will laughed. "So you're pretty good at massage then? You've never given me one." It was an innocent comment.

"Um. Well I don't know. Maybe."

"I mean if Joey Collucci's cousin who goes to college wants to get a massage from you, then you must be pretty good, right?"

"It's pretty easy I guess. You just put some greasy oil on your hands and then, well you just rub," I explained, not meaning to make it sound sexual at all.

"And you've never offered me one why?" Will said again.

"It's just that," I started, not knowing what to say next.

"It's just that you thought I might get hard when you rubbed me?"

"Will!"

"Okay, just kidding. I guess that's why you're calling me in the first place, right?"

"Yeah, I mean, yeah. I don't know. It's weird. At first, I didn't mind doing it for Joey, but this thing with his cousin, you know, it's just different. Joey was, you know, really nice about it. He was usually pretty wiped out after practice and he needed to just, you know, relax I guess," I tilted my neck back and looked at the ceiling in my room where my Grease poster looked down on me unapprovingly. "I'm not sure I really helped him that much, but you know, Joey and I became good friends through the whole thing," I explained in my best matter of fact tone.

"Yeah."

"So anyway, Joey's cousin stopped by the other day when I was over there at Joey's place. And well, Joey was going on and on about how great I was at rubbing his muscles and well, I don't know, Tino just like invited himself over to my house for a massage."

"Wow," Will said sounding disinterested.

"No really, I don't even know this guy Will. Now all of a sudden he's coming over to my house. And you know, I'm supposed to, you know, well, I don't know.....what the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Hmm."

"Will! Come on! Can you like come over this Friday?"

"And do what? Help you rub oil all over his butt?"

"No," I giggled. "You know, just be there, just in case."

"Just in case? Just in case he's lying there buck-ass naked and wants to start talking football? I'll just chime in with my superior macho knowledge of the sport."

I laughed again. "Will! I can talk football! After all, I did it with Joey all those times."

"Right, I'm sure you did." Will sounded doubtful.

"Will, can you please just do this for me? Just, you know, in case he tries something."

"Tries what?" Will asked.

Will was gonna make me say it.

"In case he tries to have sex with me!" I

whispered.

Will was silent on the other end of the line.

"Will?"

"TJ, I'm here. I don't get it. Why do you think he's gay? I mean, he's a football player. Why would you think something like that?"

"I just got a feeling," I said.

"Mmm," Will said. "So, you think he knows about your penis?" Will asked, baiting me.

"No! What the hell, Will? He doesn't know about

my fucking dick!"

"Perhaps you're right. But that's only because he doesn't go to high school with us," Will said evenly. "Everybody else does. Even Joey Collucci I'll bet!"

The color drained from my head.

"Will, everybody at Apple Valley does not know a damn thing about my dick. I do not talk about my penis. Nobody talks about my penis. Only you talk about my penis. I certainly didn't mention it the other night when I met Tino."

"TJ, everyone I know has heard about your dick. It's like we were talking about that time at lunch, you're proud of having an eight inch penis, so you know, word has gotten around."

"Eight and a third!" I quickly corrected him before I could catch myself.

"See? There you go, eight and a third! You're proud of it."

"All right, so maybe it's been discussed in a few stupid hallway conversations. Big deal, right? Are you gonna help me out this week or what?"

"Okay, okay. So I'll check in with Peggy," he said. Then Will changed the tone of his voice. "So Peggy, you see it's about TJ. Yes, well, I know, seems he's committed himself to giving some college football player a massage and wee little TJ is scared to death the big stud is gonna want to fuck him silly."

"Very funny Will."

Will was laughing on the other end of the line.

"Will, you know I wouldn't ask for your help unless it was serious, right man?"

He paused before answering. "Okay, don't worry about it. I'll think of something to tell her. Maybe we can, you know, meet up at your place and go to a late movie or something. I don't know though. There's something going on with her too anyhow."

I paid no attention to Will's final sentence. "Um, good, thanks. Okay, see you then. Great," I said. It wasn't until I'd hung up that Will's comment about Peggy being funny lately registered with me. I shelved the thought and figured I'd ask him about it later.

By Friday night I was still totally freaked out. But at least Will was going to stop by so if anything strange with Tino happened, I had him there.

What exactly Will was going to do to help me, I had no idea.

There's no question Tino was hot. Maybe too hot. Smoking Roman hot!

He sort of had Joey's swarthy Italian looks but maybe just a little softer features and a little lighter skin. Joey's body was cut like a statue out of some museum or something, and his butt...well, Joey's butt was just fucking amazing! Tight and firm and juicy in all the right spots.

So why on earth was I at all worried about rubbing down Joey's cousin? I don't know! I thought about calling Will to tell him not to bother coming over when the phone in my room rang.

It was Tino. I stopped breathing. He wasn't going to be able to make it because the coach was asking him to look at some films or something.

This took a moment to sink into my head.

I told Tino not to worry about it, that I had all sort of other plans anyway (which was, of course, not true). Tino apologized and it sounded like he was really disappointed. He asked for a rain check.

"Um, well, yeah, that's be great," I managed to say. What an idiot I was being.

When I hung up the phone, I was strangely a little disappointed. No Tino. No massage. I rubbed the outside of my jeans in the general vicinity of my balls, and then I lay down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Olivia Newton-John stared blankly back at me. What would Sandy do in a situation like this?

After a few minutes, my hands wandered again down to my jeans. I started thinking about Tino. He had gorgeous brown eyes and a perfect nose. I hadn't seen him without clothes on but I could imagine just fine.

My dick got hard and I pawed at myself through the thick blue fabric. I thought about Tino's strong back, and my inexperienced hands rubbing my mom's hand lotion all over him. I opened up the button and slid my hand inside.

My cock was a rock. My own pet rock, I smiled to myself.

I had the hand lotion on my dresser so I grabbed it. It smelled like cucumbers. Why did my mom have a lotion that made her hands smell like cucumbers? When did lemons go out of fashion?

I squirted some of the liquid onto my palm and then realized I'd need both hands to get my pants and underwear down. I looked for a place to put the lotion.

I pulled up my t-shirt and rubbed the blob of greenish cream on my belly button. That freed up both hands and I shoved my pants and shorts to just below my knees. I lay back down and looked down at myself.

I was thin, Will was right. I'd been running on the cross country team since I'd started high school so my legs were pretty toned. I had the beginnings of a six-pack, but nobody would probably call it that. Maybe if I did more sit-ups. I hated sit-ups.

My dick itself I'd always liked. After all, if you don't love your own dick, how are you gonna get somebody else to love it for you? That was pretty stupid. But I really did love my dick. It was plenty long and generously thick. Nothing like Joey's beer can cock, but it seemed proportioned just right. I had a little dark red circle around the end where it got really sensitive. My balls seemed about average. After all the guys I'd been fooling around with lately I had seen plenty to know how I compared in that department.

I slimed some lotion onto Mr. Happy. First I dabbed some on the end in an artsy sort of way and then made a line of lotion dots down the side. I regarded my work and smiled. What a dimwit, just yank it already!

The doorbell rang.

I jumped out of my skin.

I looked around for a towel but hadn't remembered to bring one into my room. I had cucumber hand lotion on my hand and on my cock.

What to do?

The doorbell rang again. Shit!

I pulled my pants up and fell over onto the floor trying not to touch anything with my greasy hand. Finally I gave up and smeared the cream onto my pants on the back pocket. I decided that was probably safe so long as I didn't sit down.

Dangling my cucumber hand in the air like it was on fire, I scrambled down the stairs and looked through the peep hole.

It was Will!

I opened the door.

"What's up?" I said, hoping my hard-on was well-concealed in my jeans.

"Hey, that took a while, where were you?"

I looked at my crotch and it seemed all right.

"In the bathroom," I said. "Sorry."

"No biggie," Will said. "So can I come in?"

"Um, yeah, well sure." I opened the door wider and let Will in. "Is everything okay? I thought you and Peggy were supposed to..."

"We were," Will interrupted. "She broke up with me." He looked really awful and his eyes like he'd been crying or something.

"What? Are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding, TJ." Will exhaled through pursed lips and sat back on the couch. "She fucking broke up with me!"

"And Tino cancelled on me," I said, hoping that this piece of insignificant information could somehow put Will's breakup in perspective.

"What?" he said, truly not knowing what I was talking about.

"Tino?" I said, "Do you remember? Joey's cousin Tino? He said he couldn't make it."

The realization slowly came over my friend. "Oh...yeah, right...um, well that's too bad I guess."

"Will, forget about Tino, it's no big deal, I'm sort of glad," I said.

"What?" Will looked like he was in a fog. "Okay, well that's good he cancelled then, right?"

"Will, TJ to Will. Come in Will. Earth to my buddy," I said smacking him lightly on the side of the head.

He sort of slouched over and looked at me, for the first time ever from below my eye level.

I didn't know what to do so I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hug. He held on tight.

I suddenly remembered an episode of Oprah where she said that you should never end a hug before the other person does. So I held on to Will for a while longer.

It felt like an eternity until Will felt strong enough and pushed himself away. His eyes were glassy.

I looked at him and I was sad. "Will, I'm really sorry man, what happened?"

He didn't answer right away. He backed up and sat down on the couch. He put both fists over his eyes. I listened to the wall clock tick-tocking while Will just sat there.

"Did she, I mean, did she say she's seeing someone else or something?" I asked. Peggy was probably the type to jump from guy to guy.

"Yeah, yeah, she said there's this guy on the football team."

"Fuck! I fucking knew it! A football player!"

"I know, they're such idiots," Will said, removing his hands from his face. His eyes were even redder than before. "Total muscle-heads."

I giggled at the word. "Yeah! Muscle-heads.

Did she say who it was?"

"No, I didn't ask. I don't really care," Will said, his voice breaking.

"I can't believe it Will. You two were like so close. I thought maybe you'd be together forever or something. Did you ever, you know, get any idea this could ever happen?"

"Nope."

"Did she, you know, ever stand you up or something?"

Will chuckled now. "Nope," he said. "We were actually having sex this afternoon when she just like froze up and said, "'I can't do this anymore.'"

"You're kidding? She told you while you were humping?"

Will laughed even harder. "Did you really just say "'humping?' Where do you get words like that? AP English?"

"Fuck you. Yes, Mrs. Redman told us to be imaginative when we write about screwing earlier this week," I joked.

"I'll bet," Will said. He was finally smiling.

"I don't know where I picked it up. Humping is maybe not the best term for it I admit. If you weren't...fucking, humping, whatever, what were you doing?"

"She was smoking me."

Now I laughed. "She was what?"

"She was smoking me. You know, sucking my joint. Praying to the pubic gods. Giving me head."

"Till you were dead," I added helpfully.

"Yup. And she's pretty good at it too."

"So, did you like come in her mouth or something and that set her over the edge?"

"Nope. We didn't get that far."

"So how could someone be...praying to your pubic god... or whatever and then just decide to break up with you? I don't get it."

Will sniffed.

"Beats me."

"Hmm. Sounds like another double entendre."

"A double what?"

"Never mind." I looked away, thinking to myself.

"What?" Will said.

"I don't know. I'm just shocked I guess," I said.

"Yeah, me too. There I was with my penis hard as a bone and she's got, like pre-cum, all over her face, and then well, she just stops. She wipes her mouth and looks up at me and says that she's seeing somebody else."

I whistled.

"Just like that?"

"If I wasn't so fucking horned out right now, I'd probably really be upset about it," Will said.

I had no response for this. The little wheels inside my head began to spin.

"Hey, can I use your bathroom for a sec?"

"Um, sure, you know where it is."

I sunk deeper into the cushions of the couch in our living room. We never really sat here, only when company came over. Everything in this room was so clean.

Shit! The cucumber lotion! I was getting it all over my mom's good furniture!

I sprang up and stood over the spot. It was there all right. A whitish, greenish glop of gooey grease right where my butt had been. My folks would kill me! I ran into the kitchen to get something. I was bringing the towel over to the couch to wipe up my mess when I heard Will's voice from the bathroom.

"Hey, what happened to your massage dude?" he shouted.

"He cancelled. I told you that already."

"Oh."

Will walked back into the room. He was still tucking his shirt in.

"So you're not going to be taken advantage of by a college boy tonight? I don't need to protect you?"

"Um, no, not tonight. I'm good."

I went back to scrubbing the cushion.

Will stared at me.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Nothing," I lied.

"TJ, what's with you? It's like you're not yourself anymore. You've got a wet rag and a bottle of Mr. Clean, Will pointed to the white bottle in my hand.

I shrugged.

"Doesn't look like much of a big secret, so what's the big deal? It's not like I asked you some deep, dark secret. What the hell are you doing?"

I stopped and gave him my best puppy dog face. I looked down at stuff in my hands. I tossed them onto the couch and sank onto the floor.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I've been a terrible friend lately," I said pouting.

Will frowned.

"There's, there's really nothing I'm trying to hide," I said, then paused. " It's just that, well...it's stupid."

"Come on, TJ, we tell each other everything. We're best friends man." Will sat down again on the couch and put his feet up on my mom's coffee table. I liked how Will placed the emphasis on the word "'best.'

"It's really stupid man. I was about to clean up the couch cause I got some of my mom's hand lotion on it."

"Okay..."

"Jesus Will, I was sort of jerking off when you rang the doorbell and well, I didn't have anywhere to stick the lotion all of a sudden like that, so, you know, I wiped it on the back of my pants, and then I forgot. And now it's, well, it's all over my mom's good couch." I pointed to the grease spot that was still looking rather mean and nasty to me.

Will started to laugh really hard at my explanation.

"What?" I said, not getting the joke. But Will kept on laughing and laughing and I just stood there until I caught what he had and started to laugh myself. Will doubled over and pulled his knees up to his chest. I was laughing so hysterically that I fell onto the couch and landed with my butt on the pillows again. When I rolled away and saw that I'd made another grease spot. We both looked at it.

We found this incredibly funny and laughed all the more.

Will pointed at the Mr. Clean I had dropped on the floor and busted up all over again. "Mr. Clean? On the couch?"

We both fell off the couch we were laughing so much and we wound up flat on our backs staring at the ceiling when we both finally able to stop.

It was Will that managed to speak first.

"So I guess we both haven't gotten off yet today," he said.

I stopped breathing. I looked over at him but I couldn't see his face. I said nothing but I took a deep breath and let it out very slowly.

"TJ?"

"What?"

"TJ, you didn't come did you? I mean, I interrupted you wanking your monkey, right?"

I smiled. "Yes, you interrupted me."

I wanted to teleport myself out of the living room. Where was Captain Kirk when you needed him?

"Wanking your monkey?"

I giggled. "Yes, wanking my monkey."

"So, let's do it. I'm so fucking horny I could fuck...I don't know, Mrs. Redman!"

"Oh my god, gross! You could never get even within ten feet of that fat cow!" I screamed quietly.

"Well, you're probably right, not Redman, but, well I don't know, I just gotta get off!

"So, I happened to know where you can get some great cucumber hand lotion." I looked at him to try and gauge how serious he was. "Cheap," I added

"Bring it on dude!"

I put my hand over my ears and bent my neck to look at the floor. I was considering what the right thing to do was.

"TJ, go get the fucking lotion. Let's jerk off. Let's have a....what do they call them?"

"A circle jerk," I answered quickly.

"Yeah, a circle jerk. Let's have a circle jerk!"

"Are you sure about this?"

Will stood and unzipped his pants. I watched him step out of them and throw them on my mom's good couch. His boxers were baby blue with navy sailboats. His strong legs were a little more hairy than mine.

"Will, man, we can't do this on my mom's couch," I said nodding my head toward the mess I was making worse. " I'm already gonna have to do the dishes for the rest of my life just for this little stain I made."

"Stains," he pointed out.

I smiled weakly. Will looked around for a better spot to have our circle jerk.

He flipped off his boxers and kicked them with one leg so that they spiraled in the air and landed in his right hand.

"Your room then. Grab the cucumber stuff."

I followed Will up the stairs. I watched his ass flex and extend on each step and felt my own jeans get tighter. Much tighter.

When we got to my room, Will put his hand on the light switch and stopped. He craned his neck around to look at me.

"Lights? No lights?"

I thought about this. "Um, lights," I said. "I want to make sure it's my own monkey I'm wanking."

"Um, TJ, I think I could tell if you were wanking mine," Will said grinning broadly with his perfect teeth.

I laughed at his joke.

He flipped the switch on and hopped onto my bed.

I hadn't done a good job making it so Will landed sort of half on my bedspread and half on my sheets.

I stayed in the doorway and looked at Will. His dick was not hard but it lay against his thigh like a leftover hot dog bun. There was a bend in the middle as part of it was forced by its sheer weight and gravity to go lower. I sighed.

"TJ, chill out. Get your pants off and get over here and let's have a circle jerk."

I felt myself get fully hard and I tugged at the front of my jeans to give myself a little more room. Will's balls were touching the bottom sheet on my bed.

"I see you shaved your balls again," I said, stupidly.

Will put his hand down to cup them and his dick fell of his thigh.

"Yeah. Peggy liked it, so I kept up. You?"

I stared at Will's scrotum. I thought of a brown horse I ridden on once back at summer camp.

"Me? Um, well, yeah, I do, I mean, yeah, I shave them every once in a while," I walked over to the bed and took my socks off. It seemed like the right place to start.

"It feels weird sometimes, but I have to say, Andy was right, somehow it's sort of a turn-on! Don't you think?"

"Yeah, it is. You're right," I said monotone.

Will held his hand out, palm up.

"What?" I asked, looking at his outstretched paw.

"Cucumber me."

I smiled and squirted a small pile of the smelly hand lotion into Will's palm.

The room was suddenly filled with the scent of salad. Will lathered up his growing cock and I put the bottle on the bed where it could be between us. I undid my pants and pulled my shorts down along with them to my ankles. I was already at full mast and Will looked at it. He smiled.

"Way to go, TJ," he smiled. "Zero to eight and a third in less than ten seconds."

I looked at my boner and smiled. There was already a little bit of pre-cum leaking out.

"Yup," I said. "I seem to have no problem with that these days. Usually not even three seconds!"

Will didn't seem to hear me. He had both hands around his own hard-on and was stroking it up and down like he was greasing up a barbershop light.

My own dick throbbed.

"Are you gonna sit down, TJ?"

"Um..." Will was completely erect now and seeing his gigantic penis up so close made me a little light-headed. I sat down beside him, my eyes glued to his mid-section. I was ridiculously close to coming and I hadn't even touched myself.

"Here, do you want some of this lotion? You gave me too much."

"Um, sure," I said.

Before I could react, Will grabbed my cock with both hands and wiped off the excess lotion on me.

I yelped. I pushed Will's hands away.

"Careful!" I said. "I'm like totally close dude."

"TJ, come on. Nobody can cum that fast."

"Well, yes, it's a problem," I admitted. "Don't put your hands anywhere near it," I warned.

Will's much bigger arms shoved mine to the side and he grabbed my dick again and pumped it a few times. I yelped again, even louder

"Will! Fuck! Cut it out!"

Before I could get the last syllable out I shot a massive load of sperm all the way up to my shoulder.

Will looked at me and laughed.

I gingerly unfurled Will's huge fingers from around my hard-on.

"There! Are you satisfied?" I asked. "I'm done, done, done," I added.

"TJ, that's got to be a world record," he said.

He put his hands back on his own erect cock.

I was in a very funny state of mind. Sort of in that post-orgasmic relief state, part of me still extremely turned on to have my best friend in my bed with his dick of death staring me in the face.

Still another part of me was even a bit horrified that I had cum so fast and had a huge squirt of come on my shirt. Once again I had no towel. I looked at Will.

"Don't look at me TJ," he said. There's no way I can cum that quickly." Will was still using both hands to move the skin of his dick up and down. As he did his balls lifted just slightly off my bed sheets.

I felt my mouth fill with saliva and closed my lips so I wouldn't drool or anything.

I had no idea what he was talking about. I took off my shirt and dabbed at the cum on my half-hard pecker.

I looked up at the poster on my ceiling and sighed again. Don't give me that look Sandy.

The sound of Will's hands rubbing himself filled me with an amazing sense of comfort. I settled into my bed and closed my eyes. I tried to imagine what it might be like to hold Will's huge fire pole in my hands, to lick it up and down, to ride it like a carousel pony. Naw, impossible.

No fucking way.

To say that Will's penis was on the large side was to say that Dolly Parton's breasts (the original ones at least) were on the large side.

The word "'large' just didn't do my best friend's man-meat justice, it was gigantincredible. Ginormous!

Our friend Andy, who apparently was no slouch in the "'I've seen lots of other guys in the locker room' department, called Will's dick "'scary big.'

Was there anything wrong with my friend? At all? I mean, he was perfect in every way. Nice. Smart. Handsome as fuck. Cut. And the guy never did anything to stay in shape. And then his dick!

With just a few tugs from Will's big hands, I had just come. Prematurely. And buckets, by the way. Still, what a total embarrassment!

Just like Andy, my own hard-on was certainly no slouch in the "'I've seen lots of other guys in the locker room' department either. My eight and a third inches were no match for Will. How could Peggy possibly have had this thing in her mouth?

I looked over at him trying to get into a comfortable position to finish jerking off. Will had way above average clean-cut boy-next-door looks and straight dark brown hair. His chest hair had started to come in, way before mine, and I could just see a hair or two peeking out from the collar of Will's white t-shirt.

Down below the bottom of Will's shirt - where my eyes were naturally drawn - Will's male tower. It was thickest at the base, more fire extinguisher than human appendage. It lifted mightily up toward Will's neck and tapered just a bit to a thinner (think shaving cream can) up near the top. The thing had no curves at all. The head of Will's dick head was lightly cream colored with a perfect red circle that made it look happy - it didn't really cap off the Saturn 5 rocket of Will's cock the way I thought it should. Somehow a monster penis like this one deserved something more worthy of its greatness.

I sighed and exhaled very, very slowly. Did they write poetry about dicks?

Will used one hand to hold his balls away from his cock (probably so they wouldn't keep getting smacked down by the massive tool, I laughed to myself), and he used the other hand in a vain attempt to encircle his erection and stroke it up and down.

I looked at his face, his eyes were closed. I loved Will's simple face. It was clean and handsome and strong and interesting all at the same time. I had lusted after him since maybe three seconds after we met.

For the first couple years we were friends, I had never even seen Will naked.

So now here I was. My own rigid member had not yet gone soft despite the humiliation of an uber-fast ejaculation. And Will's rigid member was now staring me right in the face as Will expertly tugged away on it. I felt a tiny bit of drool pool between my lips and I slurped it back in quickly.

Will was lost in his own world. Trying to cum.

Unsure of what else to do, I thought the situation deserved a little conversation.

"So, how do you like the cucumber?"

Will slowed the pace of his hand to a crawl and opened his eyes. "What?"

I cleared my throat. "I mean, how do you like this flavor of hand lotion?"

Will smiled. He looked down at the wingless 747 between his legs. He spoke directly to it: "I don't know, buddy, how do you like TJ's mom's cucumber hand lotion?"

I looked at his dick and waited for an answer.

As Will's hand moved toward the top of his cock, the little pee hole at the end seemed to open up, but no sound came out. Will looked at me: "I think he likes it. Do you have more, I think I need a few more minutes."

"Um, okay," I said, reaching for the bottle on the floor.

Will put out his hand to take it but I didn't hand it to him. A crazy idea crystallized in my brain.

I nodded at the rocket ship. "Um, do you want me to, you know, um, put some on?"

Will paused and seemed to be thinking about this.

"Sure," he said, taking his hand off and holding his palm upward. "Go for it!" he said excitedly.

I was of course only too eager to make myself of use.

I squirted a tiny dot of lotion onto the head of Will's penis. It looked pretty silly just sitting there surrounded by all that beige bigness.

Will looked up at me. "TJ, can you spare it?"

"Um, sorry, yeah, here you go." I squeezed the bottle hard and a long stream of light green cream made an impressive line up and down the length of Will's shaft. "That should do it," I said, satisfied that this industrial-sized squirt of lube would be enough to lather up the entire thing.

Will looked at me again. "So?"

I swallowed. "So?"

"So, do it!" Will said. "Rub it in. You came pretty quick when I touched yours. Maybe that'll do the trick for me."

"Really?" I said, instantly regretting that I sounded like a school-boy being given a couple bucks for the candy store.

"Really," Will said evenly.

I looked at Will's dick again and considered the big boner before me. This would definitely require two hands.

"Okay, I said, keep pulling down on your balls," trying to sound authoritative. "I'll take the top part."

Will giggled.

And that's all there was too it. In an instant I was holding my best friend's dick in my hands. What could be simpler?

I'd held a few lately so the sensation was not totally weird, but somehow Will's hard cock just felt different. Better. Bigger for sure. Yes, way bigger. And it was really, really thick.

No way could my hands fit around it. I smiled and silently tested how far my hands could go up on this tower of Pisa until my fingertips finally met up with my palms. I'd had to move my hands almost all the way to the end.

Wow! Will had his eyes closed so I took a moment to study it more closely. This was pretty fucking awesome! I stroked my hands up and down on it a few times and Will seemed to relax and settle back against the wall. His grip on his scrotum eased up and I reminded him gently that the two of us were working together on this project by putting my hand on his gently. Will smiled.

"Oops, sorry," he said. "I sort of forgot."

"Don't let it happen again," I teased.

Will giggled again.

"TJ, it just feels so fuckin' good!"

"Good," I said, pleased to be able to be of use. I exhaled, shut up, and focused on the task at hand.

After a minute or so, Will's hips started to wriggle a little bit.

"Mmm," he said. I took this as a good sign that he was enjoying it, but I wasn't quite ready for it to end. I eased up the pressure and spent a little more time away from the end since I'd already figured out that was Will's most sensitive part. I didn't want him to come so quickly. Will seemed to figure out that I'd eased off and he opened his eyes.

"TJ, cut it out, let's do this already," he urged me.

"You're good, don't worry, you'll get there," I said. Just to satisfy him that I didn't intend for this to drag on until morning, I let one hand linger way up near the top and then I flattened my palm and rubbed around it. Will shuddered.

"Yow," he said.

"Yow what?"

"Just yow! Take it easy up there, I guess that's a little sensitive."

"Um hmm," I said. I removed my palm from the tip. I added more lotion from the bottle.

I held the base of Will's cock as much as I could and moved my other hand slowly up the entire length and then I avoided touching the very top. Will relaxed again and a smile crossed his face.

After a minute or so, Will's stomach tightened and he arched his back so I slowed down my pace.

"TJ!"

I ignored him. I had him now. Certainly I was no expert at getting other guys off but I had learned a thing or two during my senior year adventures. I watched Will's hips move rhythmically with my hand and when I changed the speed, so went his hips. Every once in a while I would grab the end and Will would hang in there as long as he could before he cracked up and pulled away.

I looked down at my own dick. It had long since risen to its full eight or so inches. But it looked sort of small and inadequate when I compared it against Will's. I could see the pre-cum glistening on the tip of my dick and I hadn't even touched it! Cool! I wondered if I could come while just jacking off Will.

Will was on a different planet. I had him so close quite a few times but I wouldn't let him go over the edge. As soon as he'd start bucking like he was just about to shoot, I'd slow down and lay off the end of his cock. He let me do this to him a few times before he finally decided to say something.

"Come on TJ, stop fucking around. I've gotta get off."

"I know, I know. You will."

"Now TJ, if you don't finish me, I will."

I just ignored him and brought Will back up to the peak again before backing off.

"Arrrgh!"

"Will, calm down, this is good, right?"

He opened his eyes and looked at my hands on his cock. He nodded.

"Okay, then, shut up. You are definitely going to cum tonight. Just let me do this." He closed his eyes again and seemed to relax as I worked his cock up and down. "I'm a professional," I said, stupidly.

Will didn't seem to hear me. He was in some zone lost all over again.

After a few more peaks and valleys, I decided to let him blow his load.

My own cock was dangerously close to coming again anyhow and I thought that if I shot all over Will's legs that might ruin the moment. Will was not in control of his own body. I was. He was no longer speaking intelligibly so this was really much more my decision than his. I had brought my best friend to a special pre-orgasmic place that I'm sure he had never been before.

We had plenty of lube to work with but wanted a little something extra so I spit into one palm and then went back to Will's meaty manhood.

My best friends penis was so big and thick that I felt like I was trying to make my own thigh come!

I quickened my stroking and played around with the tip of Will's cock as much as I wanted. A non-human sound came out of Will's mouth.

Then, in a flash, Will's hips lifted completely off the bed and he arched his back and bent his knees all at once. It was all I could do to hang on for the ride. I had to stand up to keep up. So this was what riding a bucking bronco must be like, I thought to myself.

"Aaaaaahhh!" Will said.

Then he came. The first stream of white jizz made a rushing sound as it left Will's dick and smacked Will right under the chin. I felt his penis harden up even more and I twisted my hands around to give him some room. At the same time, I tugged his balls downward into my bed.

"Aaaaaaahhh!" Will said again. I grinned.

The second stream made a line across the top of Will's chest that separated Will neatly into top and bottom sections.

"I'm coming," Will said, then, as if I hadn't noticed already.

"Yes you are," I said, certain that he wouldn't be able to hear me.

His dick throbbed and another glob came out and formed a new pile just below the separation line. I kept stroking and tugging away and Will was still on another planet when I shot my own load unassisted (my second of the evening, thank you very much) and whacked Will in the thigh with a few little streaks.

"Aaaahhh, shit!" Will said.

I took my hands off Will's cock and watched it bounce up and down on its own. A little more sperm came out and dribbled down the top. Will opened his eyes.

I thought it best to get a towel. Maybe two.

I headed off to the bathroom and left Will to inhale and exhale slowly and maybe his heart rate would slow a little. I hoped he wouldn't drown in his own semen. Is that possible?

In my bathroom, I grabbed two towels and squeezed my own dick dry with one.

When I got back to my room, Will was still lying there awkwardly, his hands and arms spread out away from his body facing up to my ceiling. He looked spent. Will's weenie hadn't gone down at all and a little river of clear fluid continued to flow out of the hole at the end. The come all over Will's front side had begun to create little tributary rivers.

I smiled. He was a mess! I handed him the dry towel, but he didn't take it. His arms didn't seem to work.

I stood there looking at my best friend laying on my bed with a hard-on, come all over the place. If only my cute ass friend Andy could see us now...

"Um, Will, do you want this? I mean, here's a towel."

Will didn't move. His dick throbbed again.

"Will?" I tried again, "are you okay?"

"What?"

"I asked if you were okay? Are you?"

"Yes, I'm not sure I can talk yet. Gimme a minute, okay?"

I tossed the towel onto his chest hoping for it to land right on the huge glob before it dripped off of Will's body and coated my bed.

I dug around for my underwear and jeans and pulled them up over my hips. I looked at Will. He still hadn't moved, the towel was wear I had thrown it.

"So that was quite a fountain dude. Do you always come like that?" I asked.

Will looked at me and squinted one eye.

"What?"

"Come! Do you always come like a water fountain?"

Will looked at his chest. Most of the evidence was covered with my bath towel. "Um, well, I guess, I mean, no I don't think so."

I laughed. "Yeah. That seemed like a pretty intense one."

"Yeah. Intense." Will looked at me. "How did you do that to me?"

I laughed again. "How did I do that to you? How did you make me cum in like two seconds? That's certainly never happened to me before! Premature ejaculation only happens to older guys, right?"

"No kidding? That's not normal for you? To cum, you know, lickety split?"

"No, really. I usually take at least a minute and a half. My split never gets lickety," I joked.

Will laughed again.

"Was that your first circle jerk?" Will asked, a few minutes later.

"Yep, was that your first?"

"Yep, except for one time in boy scout camp," he said.

I was amazed. "You did this in boy scout camp?!"

"Yep, with like eight other guys," Will explained.

I was shocked, and more than a little intrigued. "You, um, never mentioned that to me before," I said, trying not to sound hurt that such an important secret had been withheld from me.

"I didn't think you'd want to know," Will said matter-of-factly.

I thought about this.

"Um, well, you're right, I guess," I said after I recovered.

I sat up on the bed and looked around the room for my pants.

"So, I guess I've become an old hand at this, right TJ?" Will asked. He was still lay on his back. His hard-on had become just semi-hard. It lay on his lower abdomen like an S-shaped anaconda.

I smiled at his pun. "Yes, I guess you're now an old hand at circle jerks," I said finally.

"Maybe it's time I moved on to something else," Will said cryptically.

The breath froze in my throat before it could get out. I couldn't make a word.

"I mean," Will added, "seems like you and I and Andy can really have a blast together if we want, right? Sucking. Fucking. Whatever!"

I looked at my best friend and tried to swallow, but I couldn't.

Will went on: "I mean, who needs women? They're way too much fucking work. I could be done with them for a while."

I choked and coughed.

"TJ?"

I scrambled up off the bed and picked up my pants. There was no way in hell Will was gonna poke me with that baseball bat, I thought to myself.

At least not today.

 

[2008spike]

Thank you for the comments. Hope you enjoyed the story.

 

[2008spike]

That was also the last part.

 

[looseliam]

I must say I enjoy your writing - it reads so easily.

My ADD self thanks you for the quick updates!

 

[2008spike]

I must say I enjoy your writing - it reads so easily.

My ADD self thanks you for the quick updates!

That's ok. Glad you enjoyed it.

 

[techie70]

What would Sandy do in a situation like this? Don't give me that look Sandy? I'm still laughing! Having the eighties channel on while reading this was a good choice. Dude - one of the best stories I've read. Sad that it's over.

 

[Críostóir]

DAYUM. Hotter and hotter.

You have a real gift, my friend, a real gift.

Wait a minute!?!?! What do you mean, the last part? You can't stop now. He still hasn't fucked Joey!

 

[Craiger]

Sorry that was the last part, but knowing that TJ's best friend has consented to a "circle jerk" with him gives the perfect ending to this phase. I hope there are more stories to tie up the loose ends. You truly do have a huge talent and I thank you for sharing it with us.

Craiger

 

[RACERX71]

Great story ! one of the best on here for sure ! Great characters great writing .
Please continue !

 

[santiaga]

more give me more now please