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FROM CHAPTER 5
I leaned forward. For a brief moment, Jared's dick poked at the back of my shorts. Then it moved away. I put my hands on my knees which made my ass stick out even more. I bet Jared had a great view of his favorite buddy's ass - hope that wasn't distracting him from jerking off.
Jared leaned over me again, his wet cock brushing up against my butt. "Dude, your ass looks so good. Like a girl's."
"Thanks."
"I'm gonna cum soon and I could use my best bro's help."
"Sure, Jared. Whatcha need?"
CHAPTER 6
I stayed silent wanting for Jared to tell me how I could help. My palms were sweaty causing me to slip a bit in my bent-over position. None-the-less, I kept my eyes locked on the entrance door to the gym, listening and watching for any sign that our classmates were on their way in.
No way I'm letting my best mate Jared get caught with his cock out!
I heard rustling behind me and realized Jared had pulled his shorts back up. However, I was still getting random pokes at my ass so I knew he hadn't put his cock away.
My cock was painfully straining in my speedo but the monster inside of me was taking over and didn't give a fuck about my dick when Jared's big cock was right behind me. I'm growing to like my perv monster and he was helping me embrace these gay as fuck thoughts flooding my brain.
More and more I just wanted to let the monster run me but a little part of me was afraid I would take it too far and then Jared wouldn't want to be my friend anymore. And that can never happen. I've got to do everything I can to please and be liked by him so I don't lose the best mate I've ever had.
Jared started using his man tool like a gavel on my ass. Slapping my butt over and over while he considered what to say.
Then he spoke, "Bro it's just I'm having the hardest time concentrating on my man cock when this whole place smells like dude."
"Yeah." I managed to say before my monster became very aware of how the changing room smelled like musk and sweat - distinctly of teenage dude. It was like jet fuel for my monster and all my inhibitions started to fly away.
My dick swelled and ached in its cage while it drooled precum into my speedo like a rushing river. I'm gonna have to ditch these speedos before my next class or else it will soak through my pants.
Gotta stay focused on my bro.
Jared kept smacking my ass with his cock and then started to run it up and down my crack (thru my shorts thank god or I'd have cum right then!).
"Does my buddy know what might help?" he said.
My dick was aching.
I forced myself to speak, "Should we go somewhere else?"
"Nah, bro. I need to drop this load now or my balls might explode."
To articulate his point, Jared grabbed my shoulder and turned me around so I was face to face with his balls. He wagged them in front of me, then released them. This caused a wonderful thing to happen - his cock fell forward and smacked my face - practically giving me a black eye. I smiled despite myself and hoped Jared didn't notice.
I turned away from his gorgeous cock, forcing myself to look down the aisle again at the door as my dick strained painfully.
I started to pant, not loudly, but like an animal. I was so hot and bothered I couldn't see straight. Only the utter terror of someone catching the two of us and therefore disappointing Jared kept me cognizant of that door. I kept listening intently for the sound of people coming.
"Dude, you still with me?"
His words temporarily interrupted my horny panting. "Sorry, Jared!" and grunted, "Here for you, whatever you need."
Jared chuckled and kept playing with his cock behind me. Waving it around and I guess trying to figure out how to get himself to orgasm. I felt like I'd cum two or three times already even though I hadn't. My brain was becoming horny mush and I didn't know how much more I could take.
Jared spoke again, "I got it!"
He let go of his cock which immediately fell onto my ass with a "thunk."
"Yes, Jared."
"You've got an ass like a girl," he said. "Should help get me over the edge."
"Uh, sure, I guess."
Then I felt his hands on my waist. Thankfully my cock was strapped into my speedo and I'd already cum that morning because Jared touching me instantly made me close to cumming. He reached into the waistband of my shorts, pulled them down and let them drop to the floor so my speedo covered ass was now completely exposed. The RAMS logo was right in front of Jared's dick.
Unable to form words, I bent over further and wagged my ass at him a little.
"That's it. Show your bro what a good friend you are."
I heard Jared start to jack his cock again behind me. I wanted to get him there ASAP. Looking at the clock above the changing room door, ten minutes had passed and class would end any moment.
Thinking only of my best bro, I reached my hand back and pulled the back of my speedo down exposing my bare ass -- careful not to release my dick.
"That's it you little slut. Show me what a bitch in heat you are." Jared said, a thirst for sex in his tone.
I smacked my left cheek for him.
"Yeah, that's it. Show me how bad you want this cock." he said, smacking my ass with his dick near my hole, leaving a bit of wetness behind.
I smacked the other cheek and spread them apart to show him all of me.
"Fuck yes. So hot. I'm gonna devirginize that sweet hole."
For a moment, I was scared he was going to shove his cock in my ass. Don't tell Jared, but I'd totally let him but I couldn't risk him thinking I was gay.
I kept moving my ass a little, teasing Jared. He jerked harder and louder, the tip of him millimeters from my hole. Multiple times his precum cockhead would graze the area right around my hole driving me insane and making me precum even more in my speedo, which didn't feel possible. I was sweating profusely.
"Getting close," he grunted.
I pulled my shirt up a little, making him a landing area. I felt all the cum from this morning on my back.
I suddenly became afraid Jared would cover my back and ass in his hot load. Not that I didn't want him too but what would I do after -- I'm out of spare clothes!
I decided I needed to tell him not to cum on me. By now you know how my luck with Jared goes, so here is what happened when I tried to tell him...
I turned towards Jared to tell him, forgetting my legs were entangled in my shorts and so immediately fell to my knees. I did complete the rotation towards him and fortunately was now facing Jared.
Eye level with his cock, I opened my mouth to tell him not to cum on my back and...
Jared grunted.
"Oh fuck yes" he groaned as a rocket of cum shot out of his dick flying straight into my left eye. It burned but I didn't have time to care as more cum erupted like a fountain from his cock.
The 2nd blob onto my nose, the 3rd into the front of my hair and forehead, and a fourth into my nose causing me to snort - rocketing it onto my chin. Jared grabbed my shoulder with his free hand to steady himself as 4 more blobs shot into my hair, across my right eyebrow and cheek. He milked the last of his load onto my chin and then shook the remaining bits onto my t-shirt.
The cum ran down my face falling onto my shirt and the front of my speedo. Jared gripped my shoulder tightly as he came down from his climax. My left eye stung but otherwise I was alright and deeply turned on.
Before either of us could say anything, I heard the unmistakable sound of Jeff's voice coming from around the corner behind the entrance door. "We beat your asses fair and square."
Jared and I locked eyes. "Shit." We said simultaneously. Then we both laughed.
I was panicked and didn't really know what to do but my buddy had my back. He pulled me forward and yanked my shorts off of my feet, tossing them away.
I stood up as Jared shoved me away from the lockers and into a nearby door labeled "laundry room".
The changing room flung open.
We were safely inside the laundry room as the locker room filled with a cacophony of voices and locker doors rattling -- our classmates changing out before their next classes.
Jared reached for the laundry room door and locked it, securing our hiding place.
"Dude, you're a mess." Jared said, coming towards me. He picked up a piece of cloth and wiped the glob of cum off my left eye with it.
"Thanks Jared."
"What are bros for?"
I surveyed the area around us. The whole space was dimly lit by a single bulb above us. On the far wall was a washer and dryer. Most of the rest of the space was empty shelves except for a large pile by my feet. A giant pile of dirty jockstraps - likely from our footie team.
I grimaced at them but the monster inside me smiled. Jared saw them too and laughed, "Gross."
I remembered that my whole face was covered in Jared's load. How was I supposed to react? Do I play it like I'm grossed out? But then that might hurt my friend's feelings, and I would never want that.
Jared saw me starting to freak out and spoke:
"Bro, you're truly becoming the best bud a guy could have. Letting me see that sweet ass of yours to get off. Then letting my rain my fuck cream down your face. What else could a bro ask for?"
I was taken aback and genuinely happy for him. I thought he was going to be weirded out, and I'd have to explain about tripping on my shorts. Instead he just keeps being the coolest dude ever. I'm so lucky we're friends -- Oh shit, my shorts!
"My shorts!" I exclaimed.
"Don't worry dude. We will figure it out. Gotta work on the clean up first."
He was right. Even though I was standing there in a cum soaked top and speedos - we were safe and definitely some clean up to address.
"What should we do?" I asked.
Jared grinned that perfect charismatic grin and said, "Well, your shirt is fucked anyway and we can grab the one from your locker once the guys clear out."
"True."
"Your speedos are a lost cause, so I'll have to think on that one for a bit. I can't believe how much fell onto them to drench them that much."
I looked down and saw what he was referring to. They indeed looked a mess. Glad he thought it was his cum all over them because I had a feeling that quite a lot of it was mine - a copious amount having soaked through.
Jared noticed, "Dude, are you hard?"
I turned bright red and instinctively moved my hands to cover my crotch, attempting not to get any cum on my hands. This made it more obvious that I still had a raging hardon.
"That's weird, Rae. Why would my bro be popping wood after I just worked my big cock in front of him?"
"Jared, I promise. It's not what you think."
He continued ignoring my comment, "Then I basted you like a fucking turkey and still you're hard?"
Quick, think of a lie, I told myself.
What should I say? And lying is the one thing Jared and I promised not to do to each other. Fuck but I cannot tell him the truth -- he can't know that I'm turned on my his hot cock. Or that I have really gay feelings for his body. Shit, this is making my hardon worse and I've been quiet for too long.
"I don't know." I finally said, like an idiot.
Jared just cocked his head in disbelief, waiting for a real answer.
Thinking about what just happened, some thoughts started to form inside me. Then I thought about that morning on the bus.
"The thrill!" I blurted out not really knowing what I meant.
Jared looked at me as if reading my mind. He stared into me for a moment, then brightened up, saying, "Oh, I get it dude. You get turned on by the public stuff. Just like when you ran outside your place in that jock."
It clicked in my brain and I knew what Jared said was true. It wasn't the only reason I had a boner but it wasn't lying to say that I got off on the thrill of public sex stuff.
Also had Jared noticed my boner before?
"You get me." I replied, relaxing a bit and letting my hands drop from in front of my sperm-soaked, speedo-caged dick. I felt vulnerable but seen by Jared -- which felt great.
"Cool." Jared replied. "I don't mind that my bro likes the danger of getting caught."
Jared is just the best.
"Yeah I do. It's hot to me somehow."
"`Course it is, my exhibitionist buddy. But now I'm totally using this against you in our dare game."
I laughed. "Of course you will. I'd expect you to."
"Now," Jared said changing the subject, "We have to get this cleaned up."
I considered for a moment and then looking at the pile nearby said, "I mean, we could use one of these I guess."
"Nah dude. Not letting someone else's sweaty jock touch my cock. That's embarrassing and gross. Haha."
"Hmmmm... Maybe you could use your shirt, like I did this morning."
"An idea, but then I'd have sperm-soaked clothes in my bag. Sperm might get on my stuff. You don't want that, do you?"
I'm so foolish. Jared couldn't have that in his bag. I might have been forced to earlier but I don't want my awesome friend to ruin the inside of his backpack.
I scratched my head, a bit of Jared's fuck juice getting on my hand. I shook my head and wiped it off on the back of my speedo, right across the RAMS logo.
Jared perked up. "I've got it!"
I relaxed.
Jared locked eyes with me as he explained, "You don't mind cum."
I tried to object but Jared just kept going, "You're a stronger man than me with it but that's brilliant for this situation. You've already had mine all over you and you're wearing your own like a second skin. You can just do the same thing again -- no harm no foul."
I thought about it for a second but nothing he said didn't make sense. I mean, I've had his load on me before. I can wipe it off with my hand and distribute it on my body so it won't soak through my jeans when I finally get to put them back on. It will be a little weird and uncomfortable, but better than making Jared do something he's not cool with.
"You're right Jared. It's not as big a deal for me."
"Damn right. That's my dude right there. The coolest best bro there is. Always taking care of me and doing what a guy has to do."
I smiled and felt a huge confidence boost, then said, beginning to raise my hand to my face, "Will you do me a solid and make sure I get it all? I don't want anyone to see it on me."
"Of course, Rae. No one will except for your best bro." Jared said and gestured for me to drop my hand which I thought was weird but did.
Would Jared use his own hand? I quickly found out -- no he would not.
Instead, he pointed to the floor and he used his foot to push some of the jockstraps towards us to make a landing. I knelt down feeling my knees make contact with the jocks - a few still moist from last night's game.
Gross/Hot!
Without notice, Jared used his still semi-erect cock to wipe up the cum on my face. He was careful to make sure he covered every surface of my face, getting a little more in my hair (which is fine because of my secret hair gel trick).
He jokingly put some on my lips which made me giggle and Jared laugh. The bulk of his load was now either on his cock, in my hair, or on my speedo.
"Alright, buddy. Go for it." he said.
"For what?"
"Don't play dumb, dude. Just get it over with."
Jared pushed his cock closer to my face. I stared down his thick shaft -- globs of cum glistening all over it.
Wait, does Jared want me to wipe it off? I reached up with my hand but Jared smacked it away."
"Stop stalling and lick it off," he said.
Oh that's what he wants -- WHAT?!
I leaned away but Jared grabbed my shoulder and held me in place.
"What's the problem? You just licked yours off a bus this morning. Your own! That's way worse than mine."
I thought about it for a second, then said, "You're right. Eating your own is way more humiliating."
"Damn right. Now hurry up and clean me off."
I leaned in and stuck out my tongue.
At first, all I experienced was the slimy sensation of cum texture coming onto my tongue but then it hit my taste buds. Honestly, and please don't judge me -- Jared's cum tasted kind of good. I mean it was sort of salty sweet like a Salted Caramel cookie or something. I guess I realized I don't mind his cum at all.
I kept going - using my tongue to wipe off all of the cum along his shaft down towards his pubes and balls.
"Hey mate. Tell me honestly, so I know if a girl sucking my cock is lying to me -- does my jizz taste okay?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
I licked another glob off near his balls then I returned to the head to finish up.
"Yeah. It tastes fine."
"Good for me!" Jared said. I smiled to myself knowing I'd made him feel better.
I had a large amount of cum in my mouth and Jared's cock was clean. I needed to get rid of the load. The monster inside of me wanted to swallow it but I knew I'd look too gay in front of Jared.
I turned to the pile of jocks and saw a single, black pair. I decided it was this one for whatever reason. Leaning over, I spit out his load onto the jock and then licked off my lips.
Some of it would inevitably go down my throat once I had a drink which pleased my horny monster greatly.
Jared watched me spit it out. Then laughed to himself, and said, "True or dare. Actually, you have to do a dare because you just told me a truth."
I nodded.
"You can't wear the speedos anyway, so I dare you to wear that black jockstrap for the rest of the day."
"Gross dude. No! Someone else's balls have been in there."
Jared laughed really hard -- his cock bouncing up and down in front of my face. "Chicken!" he said.
"Fine." I said grumpily.
I reached over and picked up the jockstrap now wet with Jared's load from my mouth. Standing up, I striped down out of my speedos facing away from Jared so he wouldn't see my cock - still leaking precum. I bent over exposing my ass to him once again and slipped my speedos off over my trainers.
Then I took the black jockstrap and pulled it up my legs. I hesitated for a moment halfway up my thighs.
Jared pushed, "Come on dude. Don't wuss out on me."
I yanked the waistband up and stuffed my cock into the pouch. It was about a size too big which was helpful for the space my cock needed at the moment.
"Dude, the tag is poking out." Jared said and then covered his face to muffle the explosion of laughter that was coming from him.
"What?" I asked.
Jared continued to laugh hard but composed himself long enough to tell me that the jock I was wearing belonged to Jeff. Fucking Jeff!
"Oh fuck that." I said, and started to take it back off. Jared came over and grabbed my arm. Still laughing at me but confirming I was in Dareland now and I had to keep it on.
I shook my head and managed a smile.
"Never forget how good your ass looks in a jockstrap, bro. Never." he said looking at my butt.
I smiled and wiggled it a little. I noticed Jared's cock was still rock hard again and I saw that the tip was wet with what I would assume is precum.
We could still hear the crowd noise outside in the changing room but it was getting a little quieter. That meant people were finishing and the bell would ring soon.
Absent-mindedly playing with himself, Jared said, "Damn dude. I need to bust again. Will you help me out?"
"Fuck it, yeah." I replied not caring anymore about what I looked like.
I knelt down in front of Jared on all fours in the pile of jockstraps. My ass up and jiggling, framed by the straps of Jeff's sweaty jock.
"That's my best bro." he said, starting to jerk himself off.
He spit on his cock lubing it up. Some spit landed on my crack as he pumped his meat.
I thought it would take longer for him to get close since he had just cum and this room reeked even more of teen boy but only moments later his breathing quickened and I could hear him moaning towards his inevitable conclusion.
"I fucking love what a little bitch you are for me. You show it off all over town but we all know it belongs to his man dick."
I smiled as Jared continued to moan about whoever he was thinking of. I wonder who it might be?
For a couple moments, Jared even leaned down and rubbed his cock up and down my crack. Then smacked my hole with it a bit. I continued to do my part to stay spread open, not make noise and be whatever he needed me to. Then only 3 minutes into the whole ordeal, Jared spoke, "Dude, where can drop this load?"
Damn it. Once again we didn't have a plan. Will we ever learn?!
I thought I could let him cum on my face again but it would take too long to clean up and we had class soon. He can't cum on these jocks because then someone might know we were in here.
I took a deep breath and turned around, kneeling below his huge, spit covered man cock -- soon to explode.
I spread my t-shirt out before him, signaling that he could bust all over it and then I would fold it up and put it in my bag. Better mine than Jared's. I still had my regular shirt (although the inside was covered in my dried cum from this morning). Still it would make my bro happy and no harm done.
Jared didn't cum all over my shirt.
No, instead when I opened my mouth to tell him to cum on my shirt, he shoved half his cock into my mouth.
"Best friends forever." Jared moaned. His balls tensed up, his cock swelled...
To be continued