No Nut November

NO NUT NOVEMBER - CHAPTER 13

Thanksgiving break felt like forever even though I know it was only a handful of days. Being back home was a weird feeling... seeing my old classmates, being back in my childhood room... it felt like the Ethan that lived here in high school was a different person. He was a cocky teenage boy who thought he could achieve anything he put his mind to--whether that was good grades, getting into college, or having a hot girlfriend. He was respected by his peers.

But the Ethan I had become... well, I don't think any of the guys at my school would look up to me if they saw that video of me choking on our classmate Caleb's cock. Or if they knew I'd been tricked into wearing a cage on my cock for almost a whole month. Tricked into sucking off my roommate in the shower while he laughed about it. So yeah, it felt a little weird to be home and to be reminded of my high school life. Back then I had a girlfriend who would give me blowjobs and tell me how big my cock was. My 5.75" teenage meat stick had seemed so big back then.

What I didn't know was that there were guys out there like Ryan with massive, thick cocks that shot huge loads of cum. Actually impressive dicks. There was no way I could compete with that kind of guy. Maybe that's why subconsciously I'd fallen into his trap so easily. Any girl would pick him over me in a second, so instead of competing with him I may as well... I don't know... join him.

Because Ryan really had it all. He was super charming, had these amazing dimples when he smiled (or smirked as he often did), was really funny... and also was just kind of... a leader. The kind of guy who you'd want to follow into battle. Whether that meant stealing a case of beer for him or putting on a cock cage to win a $600 No Nut November bet with your dorm mates.

Ryan had this charisma that made you want him to like you, no matter what. Yeah... I think that's why I didn't resist so much when he got me to jack him off in the showers at night or suck his cock in the closet of a frat party. I just wanted him to like me... I don't know.

I guess it does sound crazy. It's just the whole not-nutting-for-a-month thing, probably. I can't think straight anymore.

I brought the dildo into the shower with me the last couple mornings of break. I know that's definitely not very straight of me, but feeling some kind of sexual pleasure was so fucking great, even if it was coming from my asshole. I would never have played around with my hole before, but since my cock was off-limits, why the fuck shouldn't I? Plus, Ryan had already gotten me to use it on camera for him, so what was the big deal if I used it alone in the shower? Some kind of pleasure was better than nothing, even if it is a little bit gay.

It was a really unusual feeling, pushing a dildo into my wet asshole in the shower. It kind of stung and hurt at first, but then when I let my mind drift to thinking about Ryan nutting while he watched me push it inside myself, it was like it really brought those memories into my body in this physical way, like I was there again, and my hole would relax and let the dildo in and these relaxing waves would creep through my lower body.

Sometimes when I showered, I'd get on my knees and let the water wash over me, imagining Ryan standing there, soaping his muscled body, pissing into the drain, ignoring me. And then I'd push the dildo into my hole and imagine his bare feet stepping up to me, his heavy cock in hand, waiting for me to open my mouth. I'd think about how he'd shiver a little bit when I licked his shaft from the base to the tip. And then my asshole would stop hurting for some reason and kind of relax, and I'd get that weird pleasure sensation, like my mind just stopped thinking for a moment.

I would definitely never ever in a million years tell somebody about all this because I know exactly how it sounds, but I figure this journal is a place for honesty, so I'm just admitting to it. I'm sure lots of guys have experimented with dildos in their time even without having a cage on their cock. I'm not that weird. And guys totally experiment with other guys all the time. I definitely remember there being a couple sleepovers where guys would talk about their methods of jacking off. There were even rumors some of my classmates had jacked off together and compared dick sizes. Of course, I never did that. High school Ethan would never jack off with another guy. No way.

When I finally got in my car to drive back to college, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I was finally going to get to be back in my dorm room again. Things would be like they were.

Ryan texted me that there was going to be a big party on our dorm floor that night and for me to hurry back. I felt a rush of excitement that Ryan might be excited to see me again, too. He actually wanted to party with me again. I think part of me was worried that after being away from me for a week he'd realize I was lame or something, or think I was kind of pathetic for sucking off Caleb while he watched. But he actually seemed nice to me.

So then I was incredibly pissed off when two-thirds of the way back to school my car died. Just fucking sputtered to a fucking stop. I managed to pull over to the side of the road, cursing my luck.

I called AAA and waited on the side of the road for what seemed like forever. Needing someone to vent to, I texted Ryan, saying how I didn't know when I'd be able to fucking make it to party but that I couldn't wait to take a shot. He didn't reply for awhile, and I scrolled up through our conversation to see the pic he had sent, the screen cap of me sucking Caleb's cock. It really did look like something out of a porn. If it weren't me doing the sucking, I'd think, damn, that guy on his knees is probably a porn star.

Turns out my car was really fucked. AAA towed it to a repair shop, but they were going to need to keep it for a few days. Again I cursed my luck and texted Ryan because... I don't know, he hadn't responded yet and I wasn't sure who else to text. I didn't want to worry my parents and to be honest, Ryan was probably my best friend at school. Well, I don't know if we were "friends" so much as just roommates, which meant we hung out a lot by default. But I felt closer to him than anyone at school for whatever reason.

Ryan finally texted me back asking where the auto repair shop was. I told him, and then he sent another text: "don't move. coming for you."

A huge smile crept across my lips. No way. He would really drive all the way out here to pick me up? That seemed so... selfless of him. I replied with some effusive thank you's and then sat tight.

I started feeling nervous for some reason. Maybe because I was going to have to leave my car behind, or maybe I was feeling some nerves about going back to school. Or maybe I was just kind of excited to see Ryan in the flesh again so soon. Like I'd actually see his face again in less than an hour. The nerves made me need to pee, which I did in the auto shop bathroom. I used a stall like I usually do since it's hard to pee with my cage on. I've gotten pretty good at it by now though.

Honestly, a lot of the things that had been annoying about wearing a cage for the first couple weeks didn't bother me anymore. The biggest annoyance was just being horny all the time and not being able to nut. It felt so unfair knowing every other guy I interacted with--from my high school classmates to my cousins I saw at Thanksgiving to the auto repair workers who'd just taken my car--got to jack off and nut whenever they wanted to. They could jack off in the shower in the morning or before falling asleep at night. I couldn't. All I could do was try and take pleasure in watching other guys nut by pretending their cocks were my own--like Ryan had taught me.

Ryan eventually arrived in his truck wearing a bright, white tanktop, wildly unkempt hair, and some tight, khaki shorts with a short inseam. He honked wildly when he saw me, got out of his truck, and held his arms open as he shouted, "Eth! What up, little man?" I felt my face flush as I stumbled toward him lugging my suitcase. He clapped me on the back in a bro-hug, and I couldn't help but smile.

"You have a good break?" I asked him.

"The best. I ate like a king. Come on, we gotta get back to party." Ryan grabbed my suitcase and put it in the truck. Once inside, he cracked open a beer and passed it to me.

"While you're driving?"

"Nope. Right now. Chug," Ryan commanded, that mischievous grin flickering across his face.

I chugged the room temperature beer, feeling a little bit honored he'd bothered to bring me anything, even if this did feel like some light hazing. When I finished, I burped.

"Nice, bro," Ryan laughed. "Were you working out over break?"

"Not really," I replied.

"Huh... your arms look bigger."

"Oh... thanks," Of course, his biceps were way more pronounced than mine. His blindingly white tank top really showed his tan arms off.

I glanced him up and down and noticed those tight, khaki shorts riding up on his thighs, revealing much pastier colored skin and a dusting of light-colored hair. And then I noticed his bulge, which was, well... there wasn't a lot of room in those shorts with how he was sitting so Ryan's bulge was obviously very pronounced.

"Bud?" Ryan asked, and I realized I was staring.

"Huh?" I said, trying to play it cool.

"You missed my cock, didn't you?"

Something in me panicked. "What?!" I said a little loudly, probably too loudly.

Ryan stopped smiling. "I said, 'you missed my cock, didn't you?'"

I gulped. Then Ryan broke into a laugh.

"Relax, bro! I'm just fucking with you."

I laughed uneasily, and my eyes flickered back down to his bulge. It felt like it had been so long since I saw it in person. It was probably soft right now, like it usually was when he first started his showers. It always looked so heavy when it was soft like that.

"Still got your cage on, right?" Ryan asked. He reached over and grabbed my bulge to confirm. "Good. Gotta make sure you weren't cheating and costing us $600."

As we drove, Ryan rolled the windows down and blasted some EDM. The buzz from chugging the beer set in and I was feeling fantastic. Here I was, riding back to college with Ryan, arguably one of the coolest dudes I'd met, as we blasted sick music and cruised down the freeway. For a moment I felt really content with my place in life.

After not too long, the beer had worked its way through my system. "Hey, do you think we could find a gas station or something? I gotta piss."

Ryan glanced over with a slight frown, then pulled an empty plastic water bottle from behind his seat. "Just piss in this, I don't wanna stop and miss any more of the party."

I held the water bottle and stared uneasily. It was hard enough to piss with my cage, the last thing I wanted to do was make a mess in Ryan's truck.

"Have you never pissed in a bottle before?" Ryan asked, noticing my hesitation.

"Uh, I guess not... maybe we could just--"

Ryan snagged the water bottle from me and unzipped the front of his khaki shorts. "Here. It's easy." And just like it was nothing, Ryan pulled out his massive soft cock and put the tip to the mouth of the water bottle. I felt my heart quicken a little bit seeing his dick up close in the flesh again.

I know it sounds gross but I watched as he unleashed a big spray of piss into the water bottle. It splashed against the plastic and slowly started filling up the clear bottle. I was sort of amazed Ryan managed to do it with one hand while driving with the other.

And then, when it seemed like he was done: "Squeeze it out for me, bud?" he asked, like it was nothing.

"Squeeze it?"

"I gotta use one hand to drive, just squeeze the last drops out. I don't wanna get piss on myself."

I took Ryan's cock in my left hand and wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft, then squeezed it at the base and stroked it upward. Some last squirts of piss came out into the water bottle he was holding. I repeated that a few times.

"Thanks, that's good. Now it's your turn," Ryan said and handed me the bottle full of his piss.

I took the bottle from him and noticed his soft cock was still hanging out of his fly. He hadn't even bothered to put it back in.

The water bottle was warm from Ryan's piss as I held it in my hands. I really did need to piss and watching Ryan do it made me need to even more. So I unbuckled my belt and slipped my jeans down, then pulled my white boxer briefs to my knees revealing my caged cock. I caught Ryan with a smirk on his face.

I sat there exposed for a moment holding the bottle of Ryan's piss trying to determine the safest way to aim my compacted dick into the bottle. I found an angle by leaning far forward in the passenger seat, aiming my dick downward toward the bottle. With one hand on my cage and the other on the bottle, I had to kind of lean all the way against the dashboard. I felt my bare ass exposed sticking up as I let my stream go and splash into the bottle to mix with Ryan's piss.

Ryan laughed his ass off watching me. "Damn, I can't believe you've had to piss with that thing on for almost a month! That's rough, Ethan."

"Tell me about it," I muttered. "It's torture."

"Well, you're almost done, bro," Ryan said, and I felt a hard smack on my bare ass cheek. I yelped a little bit and felt some of my piss splash on my hand. Fuck. Luckily it wasn't much.

When I was done, I sat back and asked Ryan for the cap to the water bottle.

"Oh, I don't know if there is one. Just hold it for now," he said. I sighed and sat there holding the almost full bottle of our piss, feeling quite ridiculous and gross.

"Dude, pull your pants up," Ryan said, glancing at my cage. I quickly pulled my underwear and jeans back to cover myself. Then noticed Ryan still had his cock hanging out of his fly.

"Your dick is hanging out, too, bro," I said.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"N-no, I just... you told me to put mine away."

"Right... because I don't want to see it."

"But what if I don't want to see yours?"

Ryan laughed. "But you do want to see mine. You know how fast you moved to grab it when I asked you to squeeze the last drops of my piss out?"

I felt my face turn red.

"It's okay -- you're just used to getting pleasure from my cock now. It's the only way you've made it this far. But you don't have to deny it, Ethan. It's cool. I'm not gonna judge you for admitting you want to stroke my cock right now."

I was a silent a long moment. It's true that it helped my mental state to stroke Ryan's cock. It just felt so good to be able to touch a cock. I didn't say anything... I just reached over and took his shaft back in my hand and started stroking it up and down.

"There you go. See? I'm not freaking out. I know you need this, and it feels good for me, too." Ryan said. He reached down and pulled the lever to scoot his driver seat back a couple clicks. More space.

I felt his shaft growing harder and harder as his big cock began to really take shape. It was so much more impressive in-person than on Facetime.

"Do you have your training dildo?" Ryan asked.

"My what?"

"Your dildo," Ryan said. "Let me see it."

I fished through my bag, still holding the open bottle of piss in one hand, and pulled out the dildo Ryan had given me. He took it from me and sniffed it. "You've been using it, huh?" he said with a smirk.

I was mortified -- I surely hadn't washed it with soap or anything since the multiple times I'd put it in my ass... and Ryan could smell it.

I gulped and nodded once.

Ryan held the dildo up next to his own now hard cock. His dick absolutely dwarfed the dildo. Fuck. It was almost embarrassing how much smaller the dildo looked. Then I realized my own cock was probably about the same size as that dildo.

"How does it feel when you put it inside yourself?" Ryan asked.

I shrugged. "It's okay."

"Do you think about what it is when it's inside you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... it's a dick. Do you realize you're putting a dick inside you when you use it?"

I turned away to the window. I felt like Ryan was just teasing me now and I didn't appreciate it. "You know, this month has been really hard for me, bro."

"Yeah, I bet."

"Seriously... I don't like it when you act like an asshole to me. I'm doing us a big favor." I was surprised how confrontational I was being. But something in me snapped when Ryan teased me about having a dick in my ass.

I threw the bottle of our piss out of the window to the side of the road and the shock made Ryan swerve the car slightly.

"I'm sorry, Ethan," Ryan said. I looked back and saw his eyes really did look soft and sincere. Maybe he did care about me after all. "I tell you what, would it make you feel better if I let you get my nut? I know it's been awhile."

I looked at his still rock-hard cock, then back to his big, warm eyes. "Would you like that, Eth?" he asked.

"I mean... it would probably help, yeah..."

"There you go. Go ahead and suck it, then."

"But what about the other cars?"

Ryan shrugged. "My truck is pretty high up, and if they do see they'll probably think you're just my girlfriend giving me road head."

I considered. Even if someone saw, it's not like I'd ever see them again. And Ryan had just invited me to suck his dick again, which I hadn't gotten to do in what felt like forever. I didn't say anything more, just leaned over and wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock.

I tasted that familiar saltiness of his dick as I slowly eased my lips down his shaft toward the base. Deciding to challenge myself, I tried to take it as far as I could go, swallowing his thick cock into my throat until my eyes watered and I gagged, pulling off.

Ryan laughed. "Not as easy to deep-throat as your training dildo, huh?"

"Why do you keep calling it my 'training' dildo?"

"Shhhhh... less talking, more sucking. I wanna nut before we get back to the dorms. You're gonna be ready to swallow my load, right?"

I nodded.

"Good. I don't wanna make a mess. I know sometimes you like when I paint your face, but this time it'd better if you could just swallow it all."

That familiar anger bubbled up again. I did not "like" when Ryan "painted my face" with his cum. I don't know why he had to humiliate me all the time by saying shit like that. But I wasn't in the mood to argue. He was going to let me suck his cock and get his nut, and I didn't want him to change his mind.

So I leaned down and licked his long, college-bro cock from the base all the way to the tip. He shivered a little bit. I smiled. He still liked it.

I used my free hand to reach inside his fly and take hold of his heavy balls, playing with them in one hand while my head bobbed up and down rapidly on his shaft, making loud, slurping noises.

"Fuck yeah, Eth, suck that big cock. Faster, bro," Ryan commanded. He put one hand on the back of my head while keeping his other on the steering wheel.

I'd never given road head before. Obviously. I'd never gotten it either. There was something about the thrill of being in the open air, exposed like this, music blaring, where anyone might see me deep-throating Ryan's dick, that turned me on. I felt my cock hardening in my cage.

No, no, Ethan. Turn your attention away from your hardening cock. It's locked away and doesn't matter. Getting hard will only hurt. Your cock is unavailable right now, whereas a much better cock is in your mouth right now. That's the one that should be getting hard and feeling good.

My cock softened once again and I forgot about it as I imagined what Ryan's cock must feel like. He was speeding down a freeway, blasting EDM music, feeling like a king while some bitch greedily sucked his cock. He probably wanted people to look in and think, "damn, I wish I had a girl to suck my cock like that." I wondered if other guys might see and get hard themselves, imagining getting blown like this. Maybe they were a lot like Ryan with big cocks and cocky attitudes. I wondered if I could be convinced to blow them too, just like I'd been convinced to blow Caleb.

My mind was racing with horniness of all these thoughts, completely out of control. I wasn't sure how much time had passed that I'd been sucking Ryan's cock, eyes closed. I had vaguely felt us pull off the freeway and slow down.

And then I heard Ryan's voice: "Two double bacon cheeseburgers and a large Coke, please."

I startled and looked up to see we were sitting in a drive-through line. Ryan grabbed the back of my head and pushed me back down onto his cock. I felt him pull the car forward some more. "Just keep sucking, buddy."

He was really going to make me blow him while he went through a fast food drive through? Was he fucking insane? People would definitely see. This was absolutely crazy.

"I'm close to my nut, just keep sucking, okay? Then you're gonna feel so good." He patted me on the back.

Well fuck, I had been sucking him for awhile and hadn't gotten his nut... if he really was close, then maybe I could just finish him and be done with it. Once I got his nut, I knew all this insane horniness that had washed over me making me think crazy thoughts would subside and I'd be normal Ethan again, at least for a little bit.

Ryan grabbed a jacket and covered me with it. Some privacy, I guess.

I tried to keep my sucking quiet and my head down low, which meant I pretty much had Ryan's cock buried in my throat on the verge of gagging me. I heard the drive-through worker with Ryan's food.

"You need any sauces, bro?" he asked. He sounded like a teenager, maybe a high school or college student.

"Yeah, give me the works," Ryan said while I sucked his cock.

"For sure. Here you go," he said and I heard the crinkling of a bag being handed over. "Woah..."

Fuck. That "Woah..." could only mean one thing. This boy noticed that someone was in the passenger seat, leaned over under a jacket, obviously... well... what else would be happening? I froze, Ryan's cock still deep in my throat.

"Did I say stop?" Ryan said to me, loudly, so this drive-through boy definitely would hear. "Keep going."

Humiliated, I continued bobbing up and down, slurping on Ryan's dick. There's no way this boy couldn't hear me slurping. I was just grateful he couldn't see me.

"Holy fuck..." the drive-through boy stammered, his voice cracking a little bit. He was definitely a high schooler. He probably thought Ryan was a fucking legend right now.

"Thanks for the grub, my man. You have a good day."

"Dude... dude!" He was still in disbelief. "Is she... sucking you?"

"She's hungry, too," Ryan said, laughing. Then I heard the drive through boy laugh in disbelief along with him.

And then, without warning, I felt Ryan's cock throbbing in my mouth as rockets of cum splashed onto my tongue. Ryan was cumming in my mouth right now, in the presence of this high schooler, right as they were both laughing like immature teenage boys about how Ryan was going to make me swallow his nut.

I tasted Ryan's salty sweet cum pulsing to fill up my mouth and tried to swallow it down as Ryan and the high school boy finished laughing.

"My friends are not gonna believe this... you have a good day, sir!" the high schooler said as Ryan finished nutting in my mouth.

"You too, little bro," Ryan said and drove away.

He pulled the jacket off my head as I swallowed his thick, salty load. I caught my breath, my face flushed red, my eyes watering, my hair a total mess. I caught a glimpse of myself in the sideview mirror and realized I looked like such a little slut. Ryan, on the other hand, had the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen plastered across his fun.

"That was really fun. Thanks, Eth," he said as he took a big bite of a double bacon cheeseburger. "Sorry, I forgot to ask if you wanted anything... figure that load should fill you up, though."

I stared out the window, Ryan's huge load of cum in my belly. He probably felt so good unloading like that into me while some high school bro watched with disbelief, admiring him like some kind of studly, older brother figure. That high school bro would probably be even more impressed if he'd seen how big Ryan's cock was. He had no idea. He was going to go tell all his other teenage bro friends about the college stud who'd gone through the drive through while a girl sucked his cock, having no idea what was really under that jacket. I wondered if the high school had even gotten hard when he realized Ryan was getting blown. I used to get boners from the slightest breeze when I was in high school.

Knowing Ryan had nutted, I felt something in me relax, and my mind went blank. I felt pretty dirty, a little bit used, but I just didn't have the energy to be pissed off at Ryan. I was ready to get back to the dorms and start drinking again.

After a long silence, I turned to Ryan and asked, "The boy in the drive through... what did he look like?"

Ryan paused, considered a moment, then said, "He looked a lot like you. Like a younger, high school version of you." He smirked at me and continued driving.

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As you can tell, the story is nearing the end of November, which means there aren't too many chapters left... and while you might think you know what's coming (some of it certainly seems more obvious in retrospect), the end of No Nut November was truly crazier than I ever would have imagined. Until next time...

-Ethan