No Nut November

NO NUT NOVEMBER - CHAPTER 10

I woke up the next morning with a throbbing, pounding headache. I pulled off my sweaty t-shirt and stood from the couch. I immediately felt a little dizzy. I trudged to the mirror and saw myself standing there in nothing but my metal cage. I looked like hell. I hadn't been able to go to the gym and I felt like I was losing some of my usual muscle definition. I'm naturally skinny, but usually consider myself "athletic."

I tugged on the cage around my cock and felt it pull my balls. Fuck. There was no way to get it off now that Ryan had flown home. I had to just pray he would keep Facetiming me to let me watch him jack off. What if he got busy seeing friends and family at home? What if he started hooking up with some girl from his high school and forgot about me and my cage? I'd be stuck getting increasingly, impossibly horny, with no way to escape.

I guess I did have the dildo he gave me. I had a sudden flashback to last night, a hazy recollection of putting the dildo in my own ass. Man, I really was drunk, wasn't I?

I pulled the dildo out of my desk drawer. I clasped my hand around it and gently stroked it. It's too bad it wasn't the same size as Ryan's. That would make it easier to imagine it was his cock. If I put it in my mouth and closed my eyes, maybe I could trick myself into thinking I was sucking his cock. But it was smaller than his. Ryan's cock was so big. Not to the point where it was freakish or anything. Just the perfect giant, All-American boy cock. If I could snap my fingers and have any cock I wanted instead of my own, I'd pick Ryan's in a heartbeat. That motherfucker hit the cock jackpot. Now he gets to just sit back while other people beg to suck it.

I was getting hard in my cage. Fuck, I was one of those people. I'd actually begged Ryan to let me suck his cock in the pantry of that frat house.

I took four Advil and went back to bed.

I drove back home that day. I had to plow myself with so much coffee to overcome my hangover that I stopped twice to take a piss in gas station bathrooms. Taking a piss with a cage on was challenging at times, but I'd just gotten used to the fact that I was going to have small pee stains on my underwear. It didn't help that I mostly wore white boxer briefs. I was going to have to make sure I did my own laundry at home so my parents wouldn't see.

After driving for a few hours, I was finally back in my suburban neighborhood. I passed my old high school and remembered back to the glory of my senior year. I was Ethan Sharp, class president, on the track team. Granted, I was not particularly a "star" on track, but I was good enough to compete. I had a girlfriend who was considered one of the hottest girls in school. Got invited to every party. When I got into my first choice college, I was elated, so excited to start a new chapter. College had definitely been a little different from what I was expecting. I mean, it was awesome, all the freedom, being able to drink whenever I wanted, being able to skip class if I felt like it.

I thought going into college I was going to immediately start getting laid by a bunch of college girls. That's why I broke up with my girlfriend. Everyone told me long distance was a bad idea. What I wasn't expecting was that I'd get to campus and would be competing with so many other attractive, athletic guys. Guys like Bobby and Ryan. I understood why girls would flock to them before they'd consider me. So it was tougher. And then No Nut November happened, and as it turned out the most action I'd gotten in college ended up being with another guy. At least it was with a really hot guy, objectively speaking.

But yeah, the Ethan who graduated top of his class from that high school definiteley would've laughed in your face if you told him he'd be sucking cock later that year.

I unpacked my things in my room after greeting my parents. Among the things I brought home were the pair of Ryan's underwear I'd taken and the dildo he gave me. I tucked them deep in a drawer, wrapping the dildo in his underwear. I don't know why I brought the dildo. It's not like I wanted to use it. But Ryan might be upset if he found out I didn't bring his gift home with me. So better to keep Ryan happy.

My old friend group from high school had already been texting up a storm, and apparently there was a party on the docket for tonight. Everyone in my class was going to be there. It was perfect timing for me to come home, really. I could use the chance to see some old friends, laugh, drink, and really feel like myself again.

The guy throwing the party was named Caleb. I knew him only in passing -- we didn't really hang in the same circles. He was a wrestler, so mostly kept to that crowd.

Caleb's parents were divorced, and Caleb's dad apparently had a huge house in a more rural area and was letting him throw this party as a sort of Thanksgiving reunion bash. While everyone there was going to be underage, I guess the fact that we were all in college now made it okay for us all to be drinking up a storm.

I felt a little guilty showing up to the party empty-handed, but I didn't have a good way to get any booze. If Ryan were here, he would've told me to steal some. Just like we had at the start of the semester. I found myself smiling remembering how hard my heart was thumping as we ran out of that store with a case of beer in hand. The way Ryan was so proud of my thieving skills. I'd never done anything like that. Ryan had made me do a lot of things I'd never done before. I remembered cracking open those beers in our dorm and Ryan ruffling my hair with his hand. He did that lot, messing up my hair. When I stole the beer. When I agreed to lock myself up. When I was on my knees and had just swallowed his load. Goddamnit, why was I hard again? I shifted in my seat to try and make my cock more comfortable in its cage.

Caleb's party was honestly incredible. The house was huge with a bunch of bedrooms. There was a massive backyard that backed up to some woods with a creek. We had a bonfire going that everyone sat around and played drinking games. I ended up with a Red Solo cup of rum, vodka, and Coke. Maybe that sounds gross, but I was loving it.

I noticed Caleb had a bright green cast on his right arm. It covered his forearm and then wrapped down around his wrist and hand. I asked him about it when I ran into him on my way to refresh my drink.

"I should just print out a bunch of notecards with an explanation and start handing them to people," Caleb said with a sigh. Shit. He was probably sick of being asked about his arm.

"Oh, sorry... forget I asked," I said.

"Nah, it's cool. I broke my wrist in wrestling practice. Really sucks. I'm out for the season now."

I hadn't even realized he was wrestling in college. I guess he was pretty good at it. "Damn... I'm sorry bro," I said.

"Yeah, it sucks. I have to wear it for 6-8 weeks. I'm about a month into it now, so hopefully past the halfway point. Gotta learn how to do a lot of things left-handed in the meantime." Caleb laughed and continued on his way.

It refreshed my drink and thought about how shitty it must be to have to wear a cast 24/7 like that. He had to sleep with it on every night. Probably itched like crazy. And then he had to shower with it every morning. I imagined Caleb in the shower wearing just that green cast trying to shampoo his hair.

I wondered if he jerked off in the shower like all the guys in my dorm did. That cast probably made it hell to jerk off. Maybe that's what he meant when he said he had to learn to do a lot of things left-handed.

The party started to get pretty wild as night fell. It was fun to see my old friends. I even saw my ex-girlfriend. We just kind of hugged and exchanged pleasantries and moved on. I wondered what she would think of the fact that I was wearing a cage on my cock. On the cock she'd always said was so big every time she sucked it. I hadn't gotten a blowjob in... well, I guess since the summer. From her. I wondered when I would get a blowjob next. I really hoped all the guys on my floor weren't telling everyone at school about my cage. If the girls at school found out, they might never want to suck my dick. What if I never got my dick sucked again? And I was stuck just... sucking Ryan's dick as long as he let me. Ugh... I was drunk and my mind was spiraling to dark places. There would be plenty of girls out there willing to suck my dick when Ryan allowed me to take off my cage.

As I drank more, I caught myself staring at my former classmates bulges. I had never done anything like this in high school. But some of the guys were wearing sweatpants and had definite bulges showing. I wondered what it would be like if all the guys at the party had to take off their underwear and line up in order of dick size. Who would be the biggest and who would be the smallest? According to Ryan, I would be somewhere in the middle, but towards back. If Ryan were here I bet he'd be at the front of the line.

Caleb was slightly shorter than me, but had that slim but stocky wrestling build. His brown hair was cut short, and he had big ears that made him look a little goofy in a cute way. Because he wasn't that tall, he probably didn't have a huge cock or anything. He might be somewhere near me in the lineup. Or maybe not, maybe he secretly had a big one. I wondered if he was getting hard all the time not being able to properly stroke his cock due to his cast.

I kept going from the bonfire up to the house to refresh my drink, then walking back, wondering what each guy I passed looked like naked and when the last time they nutted was. That made me just want to drink more. I wondered if any of them knew I was staring. My former friends tried talking to me and some of them made fun of me for being super drunk. I guess I had been drinking a lot. Everything was becoming a blur.

I remember talking to Caleb again around the fire. I don't remember about what. But the next thing I knew, it was morning and I was lying on wet grass near the edge of the woods.

Fuck. The morning dew on the grass had soaked my clothes. My red Solo cup laid next to me. My head absolutely throbbed. What happened? Had I just... passed out here? I was having so much fun last night, I guess too much fun. But I couldn't remember how the night ended. This had never happened to me before.

I rose to my feet and felt a stabbing pain in my head. The backyard was silent but for some birds and bugs and rustling trees. And that's when I saw Caleb picking up cans from the backyard and throwing them in a trashbag.

"Yo! Ethan! Where the hell did you come from?!" he exclaimed.

I explained that I'd just woken up passed out near the edge of the woods.

"Bro... I am so sorry... I thought you must've left at some point... are you okay?"

Was I okay? Not really. I clutched my head. "I think I might throw up."

"Shit, dude, this way," Caleb dropped his trashbag and ran past me towards the woods. I stumbled after him.

In the woods there was a small creek. "Puke in the creek, bro. It'll wash right away like it never happened."

I knelt down in the muddy rocks and tried to throw up, but nothing came. "I guess I don't need to... fuck, I need to piss real bad though."

Caleb laughed. "That's another thing I do all the time in this creek. Go ahead, my man, I won't look. Actually I need to piss, too." Caleb walked a few feet away and turned his back to me. I heard him unzip, then saw a stream of his piss arcing into the stream.

I was not going to be able to arc my piss in to the stream like that with my cage. I really needed to sit down, especially in my current state. But I also just really needed to piss. I stood up and edged as close to the stream as I could. Then unzipped and pulled out my caged cock. A cool wind breezed past my balls. I started to piss, but very quickly realized it was not going to work well. I tried to lean forward and pull my dick out and up to get the piss away from me toward the stream.

And as I leaned forward, I lost my balance and fell into the stream with a splash.

Freezing cold water engulfed me. It was only about waist deep but I'd fallen onto my hands and knees, my bare ass sticking into the air. I sputtered, and looked to Caleb who startled and turned to look at me.

He was still holding his cock between the fingertips of his right hand, a look of shock on his face. "Fuck, Ethan! You okay?" He wagged his cock to get the last drops of piss out, then shoved it back into his pants and rushed toward me.

Fuck fuck fuck. I could not let him see my cage. I scrambled to pull my pants and underwear back up before crawling out of the stream. And then, at last, I vomited.

"Fuuuuck," Caleb said. Let's get you inside.

Caleb gave me a towel and told me to leave my wet clothes outside. He assured me that everyone else had left, so I had no need to feel embarrassed. "You might've won the award for most drinks last night, my man."

I pulled off my Polo shirt, then stripped off my jeans. I wrapped the towel around my waist before pulling off my white boxer briefs and leaving everything in a wet pile.

Caleb took me to his bedroom. I was shivering, wearing just a bath towel. The A/C was on full blast in his house. Caleb pulled open some drawers from his dresser.

"Here," he said and tossed me a tanktop. "And then... you can just keep these, I have a ton." He threw me a pair of Hanes whitey tighties. And then a pair of athletic shorts.

"Thanks," I muttered. I pulled the white briefs on underneath the towel. Facing away from Caleb, I dropped it. The briefs were really tight on me. Caleb definitely had a smaller waist size. I could see the outline of my cage clearly. I pulled on the athletic shorts. My bulge was still obvious, but it just looked like a normal bulge at least. Then I put on his tanktop. I was wearing all of Caleb's clothes now.

"There you go. Better?" Caleb asked. I nodded. He eyes my arms in the tanktop. "You working out much at school?"

I shrugged. "Not lately so much. You? Well, obviously you are." I noticed Caleb was also wearing a tanktop, and despite having a slender frame, he had really well-defined muscles. I guess that's what wrestling will do.

"Sadly my workouts have been real limited with this fucking thing," Caleb said holding out his bright green cast. "It's a real bummer, man... I was actually one of the best freshmen on the team. Maybe the best in my weight class."

"Really? Damn, that's awesome."

"Yeah, here check it out," Caleb said and whipped out his phone. We sat on his bed and he showed me a video of him wrestling another guy his size. They were both wearing wrestling singlets, and I found myself trying to catch a glimpse of Caleb's bulge.

Caleb explained to me some of the moves he was doing as he eventually pinned the guy onto the mat. His opponent was facedown, and Caleb's crotch was pressed right against his ass while his arms pinned his shoulders.

"See, I'm totally dominating him now. He's a sophomore, too." Caleb grinned, proudly.

"Wow," I said. "That's impressive."

"Yeah. College is a whole different game, man."

"Do the uniforms just make you more slippery or something?" I asked.

"Yeah, kind of. Dude, my college singlet is way cooler than my high school one. I don't know if you can tell in the video really, but check it out," Caleb said as he pulled a singlet from a drawer.

He held it out and I noticed it had a fire-breathing dragon on it.

"Oh that's fucking awesome!" I said. "But surely that's not the one you wear, is it?"

"What do you mean?" Caleb asked, genuinely confused.

"Like... it looks tiny."

"That's how singlets are. They're stretchy."

I'm not sure why, but I said, "There's no way you fit into that."

Caleb laughed. "You wanna see it?"

"I mean, I don't care, I just feel like you're lying if you say that you actually wear that tiny thing."

Caleb rolled his eyes. He turned away from me. Then pulled off his tanktop. I noticed the muscles in his back tensing and untensing as he lifted his tanktop off over his head. Then, quite unexpectedly, he dropped his shorts and underwear down to his ankles in one fell swoop. He kicked the shorts and a pair of white briefs off to the side and I was left staring at Caleb's tight, hairless ass. I quickly glanced around the room to see if there were any mirrors that might reveal Caleb's front.

Caleb pulled on his wrestling singlet, tugged it in various places, then turned around to look at me. I was very careful not to immediately look at his bulge. "See? It fits."

"Damn, I guess it does," I said. The moment Caleb looked away from me, I glanced down at his crotch. I was shocked to see a very definite outline of his shaft and the head of his cock printing into the fabric of the singlet. I felt my cock growing in my cage and for once was thankful for it.

"You want some hair of the dog to help that hangover?" Caleb asked. I shrugged. More alcohol was probably a bad idea, but I didn't want to refuse my host. I mean, he'd even given me a pair of his own briefs. I guess they were my briefs now, since he said I could keep them. Weird to think those briefs had been wrapped around that same cock and balls in that singlet.

"Ethan?"

I shook myself from thought and realized I was staring at his bulge. Oh fuck. Fuck. Caleb grinned. "I know. It's right there. You get used to it."

"Wha- no, no I was just zoning out, bro, come on."

"I know, I'm just fucking with you, dude," Caleb said. He led me down to his basement where the cooler of beers from the party was. We cracked open a couple cold ones and sat on his couch. I guess his dad had to work or something, so it was just us.

Caleb had decided to keep his wrestling singlet on, which was... I guess a sort of weird choice. But I didn't mind. I noticed every now and then he would reach down and rearrange his bulge. The outline of his cockhead was just so clearly visible. I couldn't believe wrestlers all wore this. I wondered if they ever accidentally got hard in a match.

"Do you have any other wrestling videos?" I asked.

"Really? You thought it was cool?" Caleb's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, man! I was really impressed. I never went to a wrestling match in high school, I had no idea all the strategy that goes into it."

"Exactly! So much strategy! I'm so glad you get it." Caleb pulled up another video on his phone.

"Maybe you could Airplay it to the TV," I suggested. Caleb thought this was a great idea, and before I knew it we were watching another of his practice matches on a big screen TV. It was a different opponent this time, and on the big screen I could make out his bulge as well as Caleb's.

"Is it not weird that he just rubbed his junk on you like that?"

Caleb laughed. "Dude, I've been called gay so many times for wrestling. It's so annoying. Let me tell you, the guys that wrestle are anything but gay. They've got the craziest libido and because we have insanely low body fat, the girls flock to us."

"I bet. The girls flocking to you at school?" I asked.

Caleb's face sank a little. "Well, I've just been like really focused on wrestling and school. I can't really drink because I have to keep my weight. I guess now with this fucking cast, I can drink all I want."

"Man, I can't imagine how much that cast must suck," I said. "Just like, everyday activities must be a huge pain."

"Yeah, huge pain," Caleb sighed.

And then I said it -- "I bet it's really annoying when you're trying to jack off."

Caleb turned to look at me. Fuck, maybe I shouldn't have said that. But then his face lit up and he said in a low voice, "Dude. You have no. Idea." He laughed, and I joined in. "Like, I'm right-handed, so I always jack with my right hand, but I can only use the fingertips, which doesn't really do it for me. So then I try using my left hand, but I dunno... that's kind of hard, too."

At that moment I had a funny realization -- I was unable to jack off because of the cage on my cock. Caleb was unable to jack off because of the cast on his wrist. But I had no cast on my wrist, and Caleb had no cage on his cock. I felt some strange exhilaration swirling in me. What if he would let me do it? It would be awesome to get to jerk off a dick again.

"So like, when was the last time you nutted?" I asked blankly.

"Oh, I dunno... honestly maybe a couple weeks. I get hard all the time because I can't jack off like I used to."

"How often did you jack off before you broke your wrist?" I asked very casually.

"Usually once a day."

"Damn! So you must be like, crazy horny all the time."

"Yeah, bro. Crazy horny."

My eyes glanced down to the bulge in Caleb's singlet. He reached down and adjusted it. I drank more of my beer.

"I feel really bad for you, bro," I said. "Having to go so long without jacking off." I truly knew his pain.

"Yeah... I mean, I can jack off, but it takes a lot longer and just isn't as satisfying. Like I haven't had a really good nut in weeks. Honestly, when you leave, I might just try and have a session."

"Oh shit, I'm totally imposing on you, aren't I?" I said.

"No way, dude. I feel so bad I let you pass out outside like that last night. Stay as long as you need."

"Thanks, Caleb. Anything I can do to pay you back, let me know."

"How about grabbing me another beer?" he asked. I eagerly ran to the cooler and grabbed a couple more beers. Honestly, hair of the dog was working. My hangover was subsiding. It was really fun to just hang out with Caleb one-on-one like this.

We cracked open our beers and drank in silence a moment. "You tell me if I'm imposing on you, okay?" I said.

"Dude, you need to chill. If it'll make you feel better, you could help clean up."

"Oh... sure," I said. Caleb pointed me to the trash bags and I started picking up the leftover cups and cans around the basement. I thought Caleb would help, but instead he turned on SportsCenter, propped his legs on the coffee table, and leaned back.

At one point, I came back in and noticed Caleb had pulled the top of his singlet down exposing his chest and abs. And damn, he had incredibly defined abs. Like an eight-pack. He casually sipped his beer. I did notice that with the top half of his singlet pulled down, I couldn't see his bulge anymore, really. That big cockhead printing on his singlet... I wondered what it looked like. I saw it briefly in the stream when he finished pissing and turned with his cock in hand, but I was so shocked from falling in the stream it didn't really register.

Once the basement was cleaned, I sank back on the couch. Caleb slapped me on the back, kind of hard. "Thanks bro. Now you can shut up about imposing on me, yeah?"

"Yeah, for sure," I muttered. I wanted to rub my back a little bit I didn't for fear of looking like a pussy.

A commercial came on with a hot supermodel and I noticed Caleb's eyes glued to the TV. His hand casually rested on his crotch underneath the top part of his singlet. "She's such a fuckin' babe."

"Yeah, man."

"What about you, you getting any action in college? I imagine the great Ethan Sharp must be slaying," he asked me.

"Uh, yeah, a little bit, you know. I guess, I haven't really had sex or anything, but uh... blowjobs."

"Niiice. Blowjobs are the best," Caleb grinned. What he didn't know was I had been the one giving the blowjobs. "I wish she would suck my fat cock right now," he said grabbed his bulge again while looking at the girl on TV. Then noticed me staring a little shocked. "Shit, sorry. God, I'm just so horny. You don't understand."

"I do understand," I blurted. I completely understood what it was like to not be able to nut. And I really wanted to help Caleb out. But I didn't want him to freak out about it.

"Look, bro..." I started. Caleb looked at me. I noticed he had bright green eyes that matched his cast, with long eyelashes. They were pretty stunning really.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"If you wanna just jack off or whatever, I'm down to watch some porn," I said. I kept staring him dead in the eyes. I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.

He stared back at me blankly.

"I mean, you've watched porn with other guys before, right?"

"No," he said flatly. Fuck. I miscalculated.

"Oh... really? I feel like all the guys in my dorm have done it. I've watched with my roommates even," I lied.

"Really? Isn't that... pretty gay?"

"No way. We watch straight porn and just jack off our own dicks."

"Ethan, you sound like you're a little horny, too," Caleb laughed.

"I am, bro. I am. Let's watch some porn," I insisted.

Caleb shrugged. "All right. I'll stream it from my phone."

As he pulled up Pornhub on the TV, a feeling of exhilaration was matched by a feeling of dread. I'd just gotten him to agree to jack off together. But I was unable to jack off myself. And I really didn't want to explain my cage to him. Fuck...

The video Caleb pulled up featured two busty girls slobbering over one Adonis's big cock. "This is one of my favorites. I wish I had two girls on my rod like that," Caleb said breathily. I noticed him rubbing himself over his singlet. "Shit, I'm already getting hard... sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" I said. "Porn is supposed to make you hard. You're not gonna jack off with that singlet on, are you?"

Caleb blushed a little bit. We both realized this was the moment the line would be crossed. I tried my hardest to act like this was the most normal thing in the world, something I'd done countless times with other straight guys. I made sure to just watch the girls on the TV and even reached into my shorts. Of course, all I felt was my metal cage. But I allowed a couple fingers to slip lower towards my asshole and gently stroke the skin between my ass and balls.

Caleb pulled his singlet down and off his feet. He flung it to the side and leaned back. I glanced over furtively. Caleb was completely butt-naked. The horny college wrestler had shed his singlet and was sitting naked on the couch next to me.

He wrapped his left hand around the base of his cock. I noticed he was already hard. His dick was similar in size to mine, actually, maybe a little bigger. And it had a really big cockhead, like a mushroom. What's more, there were already drops of precum leaking out the tip. That's all I saw before training my gaze back on the TV.

"You're not gonna take off your shorts?" Caleb asked. He wriggled a bit uncomfortably, cock in hand, staring at me. He'd definitely never done anything like this before. I could hear his voice wavering a little bit. He was really nervous.

I pulled my hand out of my shorts and onto my stomach. "Oh no..." I said, feigning sickness.

"What? You okay?"

"Yeah... I'm just.. might need to throw up. I'll be right back," I said and bolted for the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked like hell. What was I doing? I'd convinced this straight wrestler boy to strip naked in front of me and try to jack off despite his right hand being bound by a cast. What would he do if I just... suggested that he let me jack off for him? Would he punch me? Laugh at me? Tell me to go home?

Or would he shrug and let me do it? Maybe it would be a relief to have someone to properly jack him off. He said he hadn't had a good nut in weeks. I know I could give him a good nut. I always gave Ryan amazing nuts, he said so himself. I was good at making guys cum.

Yikes, I can't believe I just said that. I guess maybe other guys might be different from Ryan. Maybe I was only good at making Ryan cum. But I just wanted Caleb to let me try. I wanted to wrap my hands around that shaft and squeeze it and jerk it up and down milking out that sticky precum. Let him just relax, close his eyes. Or leave them open, watch some porn. Imagine those two busty girls were jacking him off. Or blowing him. He would never in a million years let me do that. Caleb was definitely straight. But so was Ryan. Ryan let me blow him eventually. I wondered how much Caleb came when he blew his load. If it tasted like Ryan's or not.

Fuck, okay. What did I have to lose? He was out there, right now, naked and hornier than he'd ever been. I never had to see him again if it went bad.

I took a breath. I suddenly was very aware I was wearing all of Caleb's clothes. He was so sweet to lend them to me. And to just give me a pair of his briefs. I wondered if he wore tightey whities all the time.

Okay. Okay. Fuck. I still felt a little drunk from the night before. Maybe that's why I was feeling so bold. But also, I was going to be home multiple days and it would be really great to get to help a guy nut in person.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I witnessed Caleb, left arm muscles tense as he furiously jerked off his cock. His long, slender feet were up on the coffee table, his unblinking eyes trained on the TV, his mouth slightly open. Fuck. He was really jacking off right there in front of me. Completely naked. All because... I'd convinced him to do it.

I took a breath and walked over to the couch.

Caleb froze for a moment when he saw me. I chuckled. "It's cool bro, go for it. I know you need it." He nodded and kept jerking off, albeit a bit slower.

"You feeling okay?"

"Yeah... I'll be okay."

Caleb kept fapping his cock, eyeing me. "You gonna join?"

"I'm feeling kind of nauseous, I think I'm good. But seriously, don't let me stop you."

Caleb stopped. "I'm not just gonna fucking... fuck! Goddamnit, Ethan." Caleb stood up. I saw his tight ass again. He paced away from the couch then back towards me. He was wearing nothing but that bright green arm cast and had a raging hardon dripping with precum.

I stood up and grabbed his arm by the green cast. "Bro. You need to relax. Sit down." Caleb sighed and sat.

"It just doesn't work with my left hand," he muttered. Fuck, he sounded genuinely stressed. His voice broke a little bit. I patted him on his bare back and let me hand linger there. His skin felt surprisingly soft and warm against my hand.

"Look... I would normally never offer something like this, but honestly... I feel bad for you, bro," I started. Caleb looked up at me with those bright green eyes. He looked like a sad puppy dog.

"Don't be an asshole."

"I'm not! I'm serious... look, I won't say anything about it after today if you don't... let me just help you." I swallowed hard. This was the moment of truth.

"How?" Caleb stammered.

I looked down at his stiff cock, then back up to his eyes. Caleb looked down at his cock, then back up at me. He gulped. Slowly, I removed my hand from his back and let it drift down to land on his knee. Caleb looked at my hand, then back up at me. He gulped again and started shivering a little bit.

"Bro..." he murmured.

"It's cool, bro, just relax." And with that, I wrapped my hand around Caleb's stiff cock.

Caleb closed his eyes, inhaling sharply, holding his breath.

"Relax, bro, it's chill," I assured him as I slowly stroked his shaft up and down, twisting my wrist in a circular motion. Immediately I felt his cock grow harder and stiffer. Yeah, he definitely had a bigger cock than me. Oh well. Mine was pointless right now anyway.

All the muscles in Caleb's taut wrestler body were tense as I stroked his dick. He kept his eyes closed, which let me really stare at it. It was a really pretty cock. A big cockhead. His balls were big but tight against him. He'd clearly shaved his pubes down, and his balls were hairless.

I watched more precum ooze out of him. "Watch the porn, it'll help," I instructed him. Caleb cautiously opened his eyes and focused on the girls on screen who were now getting railed. He grabbed a couch pillow and held it on the left side of his head.

To block out his vision of me. He didn't want to see the boy who was stroking his cock. I get it. That's fine. I noticed his body relaxing as I kept jerking. He even sighed a little bit.

"Is this uh... how you usually do it?" I asked.

"No."

"Oh... sorry," I said and stopped a moment.

"No, no... it's good," Caleb muttered. He grabbed my hand and made it stroke his cock again. Fuck yeah. He did like it.

"Just imagine those girls are sucking your dick," I told him.

"Fuck yeah. Suck that big cock..." Caleb groaned. I immediately got hard in my cage. I did not think Caleb would ever talk dirty like that. I stroked him faster. "Oh... fuck that feels good."

He was totally in it now. I wished I could see his face, but he was still blocking me with the pillow. I wondered if his mouth still hung open in a silent moan. If he was biting his lip. "Faster," he said. I sped up.

I leaned over his cock and allowed a long strand of my saliva to drool from my mouth onto it. Caleb jumped a little bit, but as soon as the wet saliva lubed up his cock in my hand he moaned, "Woah... fuck, bro..."

I was jacking off a straight wrestler. Somehow, I had convinced him to let me get his nut. I couldn't believe this was happening. Earlier this morning I'd been watching his wrestling videos, changing into his briefs, convincing him to put on his singlet... now his wet cock was in my hands and he was moaning. I was making him moan. I was so fucking lucky to get to do this.

"Dude... fuck... I'm sorry, oh fuck! Fuck!" I heard Caleb's moans grow breathier and felt his thick dick trembling in my hand. I jerked him faster and watched his legs, which were still up on the coffee table, tense. He curled his toes and I heard them crack.

Fuck it -- I pulled the pillow away from his face just as a thick rope of cum rocketed out of his wrestler cock and landed all the way on his face. Caleb's green eyes went wide in shock and he made eye contact with me. "Oh, fuuuck!" he moaned, looking me dead in the eyes as another rope of cum shot onto his chest. The first rope was dangling from his chin.

Caleb had no choice but to nut for me as I jerked his cock in my hands and witnessed his moaning orgasm face. He'd just let another boy jack him to completion. Not only that, I'd done it so good he hit himself in his own face with his own cum.

When at last he was spent, I removed my hand and Caleb slumped down onto the couch. He closed his eyes and swallowed multiple times. I watched his pecs rising and falling as he caught his breath. His cock quickly shrank back to a soft size.

Eventually he squirmed away from me. The only clothes he had were his wrestling singlet, so he instead ran into the bathroom and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist.

He emerged wearing just the towel, looking at the floor.

"Dude, uh... let's not tell anyone about this, yeah?" I said.

He nodded. "It never happened as far as I'm concerned."

"But like... do you feel better?"

"What do you mean, better?"

"Did you get a good nut?"

Caleb looked at me like I was as crazy person. He shrugged. Then realized he still had cum on his face. Horrified, he wiped it off. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's not funny, bro!" he stammered.

"It's kind of funny. You gave yourself a fuckin' facial, bro!" I said. "You ever done that before? Hit yourself in the face with your own nut?"

Caleb turned red in the face and shook his head.

I'd made him nut on his own face for the first time... it was definitely a good nut.

"I got a lot of shit to do," Caleb muttered.

I nodded. "Yeah, me too. Thanks again for the party last night. I had a blast."

As I drove home from Caleb's house wearing his clothes, I played the day over in my head again and again. I still couldn't believe I had made Caleb nut on his own face. Part of me wondered if I should have tried to go further. If when I had him moaning in my hand I should have leaned over and wrapped lips around his cock. Told him to just relax, just pretend it was the lips of one of the girls in the video.

And then I could've had that huge nut rocketing into my mouth instead. Is that what I would've wanted? To swallow Caleb's cum? Jesus, Ethan.... Considering that straight Caleb had been horny enough to let me jack him off like that just because he had been wearing an arm cast for a couple weeks... I wondered what would happen to him if he had to wear a cage like me for a month. He'd probably start needing to jerk off other dicks too. Yeah, he'd probably end up the same as me.

Hormones really are a hell of a drug.

THANK YOU for reading my journals and sending me so many nice notes of encouragement! You can always reach me at ethanjsharp@gmail.com. I know the wait between chapters is long, but I hope it's worth it.

I hope all of my readers out there are staying safe and healthy. I know life can feel a little stressful or lonely right now, but know that you are not alone, and I care about you a lot. So just keep breathing deep, smiling, and jacking off your amazing cock.

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Ethan