The Vending Machine

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life.   Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in.  No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

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Still in lock-down, and what is a boy to do????  But revisit some stories and see what ‘pops up’, or out.  Hopefully this ends soon if people can only learn to live by the rules.

Tristan felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and he had to resist the temptation just to whip it out and read the text, as he was sitting in class after all.  For the rest of the lesson, it felt as though his phone was burning a hole in his leg, he was so desperate to read the message.  Eventually, the period was over, and Tristan pushed his way through his classmates, as he raced out the door to go and find a quiet spot where he could read his message.  Finally, he found a quiet corner and whipped his phone out of his pocket, and he read that he had a message on the website.  Making sure he was alone; Tristan logged onto the website and found the message there for him.

After casting another furtive look around, himself to make sure no one had snuck up behind him, he opened the message, and it was another request for ‘designer jocks’, this time the Client wanted a pair of his jocks full of pre-cum.  Tristan almost dropped his phone; it wasn’t that Tristan wasn’t sexually active, he was, it was more the fact the ‘Client’ only wanted pre-cum and nothing else in his jocks.  When he thought about his pre-cum, Tristan knew that he didn’t really produce a whole lot of pre-cum, if he was lucky, he only produced a drop or two at a time.  It’d take him months, Tristan thought to himself, to produce enough pre-cum to fill a pair of jocks.  This time he thought might be the first ‘Client’ he’d have to disappoint.  He logged out of the website and stuffed his phone back into his pocket and headed off to his next class, but all he could think about for the rest of the day was the ‘Client’s’ request.  And yes, he could feel his cock trying to rise to the challenge, but he was at school, so he spent much of the rest of the day trying to get rid of his hard-on.  He seemed to spend the rest of the day pushing and prodding at his crotch, but he was in secondary school, surrounded by a lot of horny teenage guys.  So, it seemed as though they all spent the day pushing, poking, and prodding their genitals, so Tristan was no different than the rest of the boys, except for the reason, that he had a hard-on.

That night while he was trying to do his homework, his cock still didn’t want to go down, it seemed as though it was desperate to start the ‘challenge’.  Eventually, he finished his homework, he said goodnight to everyone and got himself ready for bed.  When he’d stripped down to his jocks, he noticed that there was quite a wet patch forming on them, and when he took them off, he held them to his nose experimentally.  He nearly retched when he could smell a hint of his piss, but he could also smell something else, and he wondered if it wasn’t in fact, pre-cum.  Tristan was surprised at the size of the patch and wondered if this was going to be such a big challenge after all.  He pulled out a new pair of jocks from his stash and, naked, he pulled the covers back off his bed and arranged his pillows so that he could sit up.  With his laptop on his bedside table, he got onto his bed and sitting up Tristan placed his jocks so that they were between his cock and his lower abdomen, ready to catch whatever he produced.  He found his favourite porn video and sat back and began to watch.

Tristan could feel his cock growing harder, and he checked to make sure that the head of his cock was still nestled in his jocks.  Finally, he thought, as he could feel the first drop of pre-cum roll slowly down his urethra, and as he was very aware of what he was supposed to be producing.  It felt as though the drop of pre-cum was the size of a ball-bearing as it rolled slowly down his urethra, and he couldn’t suppress the shudder of pleasure that ran down his spine as he felt the drop of pre-cum exit the piss-slit in his cock’s head.  He checked to make sure the jocks were in the right place to catch the drops, and when he was sure it was, he sat back and continued to watch the video. Typically, being the horny teenager, he is, Tristan would have grabbed his cock a few seconds into the video and shot his first load of hot fresh cum all over his stomach by now.  But tonight, he showed enormous restraint, and as much as it killed him, he left his cock alone.

It wasn’t long before he was rewarded when he could feel the second drop of pre-cum as it rolled very slowly down his urethra as well.  Again, he couldn’t suppress the shudder as he felt the drop of pre-cum exiting his penis and watched it land on the pair of jocks that his cock was nestled in.  By the time he felt the third drop of pre-cum roll down his urethra, it was all he could do to not grab his cock and start fisting it for all he was worth.  But with the thought of his Client uppermost in his mind, Tristan resisted that thought while he felt the drop of pre-cum exiting his cock, through his piss slit.  But this time, the next drop of pre-cum followed the last drop so quickly that he thought he was going to cum, and he grabbed his cock and lifted it up off his jocks quick enough to see the pearly drop of pre-cum roll and hang off the tip of his cock.  Tristan watched in fascination as he watched the drop elongate as it seemed to stretch itself out for the pair of jocks that was waiting to catch it.

When it eventually dropped off the end of his cock, he could already feel the next drop rolling down his urethra.  Replacing his cock back onto the pair of jocks sitting on his lower abdomen, he lay back on his pillows as he turned his attention back to the porno video he was watching.  But his attention was torn between the video and the sensation of the pre-cum that was now rolling down his urethra at a fantastic rate.  He felt as though he had to keep checking his cock over and over again as he did wonder if, in fact, he wasn’t pissing himself, but he marvelled at himself when all he could see was the clear pearly drops of pre-cum.  Tristan didn’t know what was turning himself on more, the porn he was watching or the sensation of the pre-cum rolling down his urethra.  He laid back against the pillows and got lost in the sensations his cock was producing; he was so lost in the sensations that he almost missed the feeling of his balls pulling up to his abdomen.  He just managed to grab his cock up off the pair of jocks, just as he shot his first load of cum, and because he was looking at the head of his cock, he shot his first load of cum all over his upper chest and face.

Tristan laid there panting after his explosive ejaculation, as he slowly came down from the most incredible high of his short life as he could feel his cum cooling and running in rivulets down his face and body.  When he had his breath under some kind of control, he cleaned up the spots of cum off his chest and abdomen, but when he was cleaning the cum off his face, on a whim he licked a tiny bit off his finger.  Tristan was surprised at the silky smoothness of his cum as it rested on his tongue before he experimentally swirled it around the inside of his mouth.  He still wasn’t sure if he liked the taste or not, so experimentally he licked a bit more off his finger, and as he rolled the silky-smooth liquid around his mouth, he decided that he kinda didn’t mind the taste.  So, embolden, he scooped up some more of the cum from off his face, and sticking his tongue out, he licked all the cum from his fingers.  Again, he held the cum on his tongue and marvelled at the silky-smoothness of the fluid as he rolled it around his mouth before he swallowed it all, and marvelled at the feel of it as it rolled down his throat.

All of his experimentation only added to his feeling of horniness, and again Tristan could feel his cock give a little leap, and while he planned to ‘harvest’ some more pre-cum, he just couldn’t wait.  He grabbed his cock and fisted it as hard and as fast as he could, only this time he planned to try and get some of his cum to shoot into his open mouth.  Just to see what it’d be like to have someone shoot their cum into his mouth, and to see if he could do it, so to help his plan along he stuck his tongue out as far as he could.  It wasn’t long before he was rewarded with another load of hot fresh cum, and Tristan surprised himself as he got a lot of it either in his mouth or on his tongue.  After he rolled his cum around his mouth as he continued to marvel at the silky-smoothness of it and felt it as it rolled down his throat after he swallowed it.  He cleaned up the rest of his cum, and after licking his fingers clean, Tristan picked up the damp pair of jocks, that still laid on his lower abdomen, and sealed them in the plastic zip-lock bag and hid them in his wardrobe.

Tristan tried to settle down and go to sleep, but all he could think about was the silky-smoothness of the feeling of the cum in his mouth, and while he was thinking along these lines.  His cock decided that it’d raise to the occasion just in case it was going to be needed again, and Tristan couldn’t disappoint his cock, now could he?  But, this time instead of fisting it as fast as he could, he stroked it slowly, making sure his hand ran up and over the head of his cock, as he felt the shivers running down his spine every time, he ran his hand over the head of his cock.  Until he stopped stroking his cock, and holding the shaft of his cock in one hand, he rubbed his other hand over the head of his cock.  Very slowly and lightly, as he drove himself almost mad with the need to cum, but he tried to hold it off as much as he could.  But when the ball of his finger forced his piss slit open as wide as it would go, he shot his load of cum into his waiting hand.  He brought his hand up to his mouth as he licked his palm clean of all his cum, and after swallowing the last load of cum, Tristan was finally able to fall asleep.

In the morning, when he woke up, Tristan tried to work out what the taste was in his mouth when the memory of what he’d done last night flooded back.  The first thought he had was to puke when he remembered he’d eaten his own cum.  But then he reminded himself that he not only didn’t mind the taste, but he loved the feel of the silky-smooth feeling of his cum in his mouth.  As he thought of the feel of the cum in his mouth, his cock gave a leap in his jockey shorts.  Reluctantly Tristan rolled out of bed as he had to go to school.  He went and had a piss and shook the drops of piss of the head of his cock before he stuffed it back inside his jockey shorts.  He went downstairs and helped himself to breakfast, said hello to the rest of the family as they passed through the kitchen taking care of their own needs before they headed off to whatever they had to do for the day.  After he’d finished his breakfast and cleaned up after himself, Tristan went back upstairs to have a shower.

It wasn’t until he pulled his jockey shorts off, to have his shower, that he realised that he’d been hard the entire time he’d been downstairs having breakfast.  He flamed red instantly, even as he reminded himself that his brothers, even his dad had appeared in the communal areas of the house at some time or other with the outline of their erect cocks visible through whatever they were wearing.  But this had been the first time for Tristan, and he was feeling mortified that everyone could have seen, not only the outline of his cock, but his cock itself as his jockey shorts were white and pretty see-through at the best of times.  But, Tristan thought, with his cock straining at the material it would have stretched the fabric, out that much more, so that it would have been easier to see his cock through it.

With a deep sigh, Tristan tried to push the thought aside as attended to his morning toilet before he got into the shower, and even though he’d concentrated on shaving and cleaning his teeth, his erection didn’t quit.  So, when he stepped into the shower, he grabbed hold of his cock and fisted himself until he felt himself ready to shoot, and on a whim, he caught his cum in his hand.  Without giving it a second thought, he licked the palm of his hand clean; then he could finish his shower.  He dried himself off and got dressed.   He raced downstairs, and out of the house on his way to school, as he was walking to school all Tristan could taste was his own cum as it seemed to have coated the inside of his mouth as it all felt silky-smooth as he ran his tongue around inside his mouth.

He wasn’t sure when it happened exactly, but by lunchtime, the taste had disappeared from his mouth, and Tristan had the stray thought run through his head as wondered if he was disappointed that he couldn’t taste his cum anymore.  He made his way through the rest of the day, and when he got home after school, he decided to go for a run before, he tackled his homework.  So, he ran along the track he’d mapped out for himself when he was trying to build up enough sweat in the last pair of jocks he sold, so he ran around his neighbourhood.  He ran along the running track and then ran back through his neighbourhood and had a shower and settled down to do his homework, but all he could think about was producing more pre-cum later.  As he was thinking about it so much, his cock obligingly rose to the occasion, until all Tristan could concentrate on was the drop of pre-cum that he could feel rolling very slowly down his urethra.  He pulled his cock out of his jockey shorts just in time to catch the pre-cum before it soaked into the material of his jockey shorts, and again on a whim; he licked it off his finger.  But he decided that it was a little tasteless, and deciding that he didn’t have an option he pulled the jocks sealed in the zip-lock bag out from his hidey-hole.  He pushed his jockey shorts off and stepping out of them he went back and sat bare arsed on his chair and placed the slightly damp jocks under the head of his cock, while he concentrated on the rest of his homework.  But all he could really think about was the drops of pre-cum he could feel rolling agonisingly slowly down his urethra and squeezing out of the piss slit of his cock, to land on the pair of jocks.

But as it is with all things, Tristan eventually finished his homework, he stood up, leaving the damp jocks on the chair while he packed his books away, ready for school the next day.  He pulled the covers back off his bed and arranged his pillows as he had them the night before.  Tristan grabbed his computer and the slightly damp pair of jocks and got himself comfortable on his bed, he positioned the damp jocks under the head of his cock and turned on a porn video and settled back to watch.  It didn’t take long before he could feel the drops of pre-cum slowly rolling down his urethra, and Tristan decided that he really liked the sensation.

After he’d been watching porn for about a half an hour, Tristan decided that he couldn’t stand it anymore, and like last night he began to fist his cock in earnest until he shot his first load of cum into the palm of his hand.  By now, he didn’t even have to think about what he was going to do with his puddle of cum, and he licked his hand clean of all his cum, he masturbated a few more times until he decided to go to sleep.  He sealed his damp jocks back into their zip-lock bag and hid it in his wardrobe, and went to sleep.

This was Tristan’s routine for five nights before he decided that the jocks were saturated enough in his pre-cum, that he’d hoped they would satisfy the buyer.   He was a bit concerned as some of the pre-cum had dried and turned into crystals, but still, he hoped that it would be good enough for the buyer.  Once again, Tristan made an appointment with me telling me that he had hopefully filled another order.

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The buzzer on my door went and having first checked the CCTV I buzzed Tristan in.  Tristan came and sat in the chair on the opposite side of my desk, “so, Tristan, what have you got for me today?”  I asked after we’d exchanged pleasantries.

“I’ve filled another order, I think,” he replied as he fished around inside his backpack, and then he pulled a ziplock bag out of his backpack, containing what looked like another pair of jocks.  Tristan passed them over the desk.  I picked them up and broke the seal, and my nostrils were assaulted with the odour of him, as well as the unmistakable smell of pre-cum.  I pulled the jocks out of the bag and could feel the crystals of pre-cum as they stuck to my questing fingers.  I handed them back to Tristan, and knowing the routine now, he stripped and pulled the dirty pair of jocks on, and while he was busy with the task at hand, I surreptitiously licked a couple of flakes of his pre-cum off my fingers.

Tristan finished pulling on the jocks and walked over and stood against the wall while I grabbed my phone to take his photo with.  We took the photo and Tristan couldn’t get out of the jocks fast enough, I mean it couldn’t have been too comfortable with all the pre-cum crystals in them.  It would have felt as though a thousand tiny knives were cutting him.   Mind you I’d have loved to ask him if I could lick some of the crystals off for him, but I had to keep it professional.  Tristan sat bare assed on the chair while he got dressed and I looked at the photo, then somewhat reluctantly I put the pre-cum soaked jocks back into the bag and resealed them.  I reminded Tristan that it would be the usual deal if the jocks sold then he would be notified via the website, if not then they’d end up in one of the vending machines somewhere.  We shook hands, and Tristan left, and I notified the buyer that the ‘goods’ had arrived and invited him into the office to peruse the merchandise.

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The following day, Tristan’s phone vibrated in his pocket, and he couldn’t wait to be on his own so that he could check the message, he hoped that the buyer liked his jocks and at least paid the promised price.  Tristan was glad he waited till he was on his own before he checked his phone because sure enough his jocks did sell, but his share was $1,600.00, he couldn’t believe it.  But he waited until he was home and alone in his room before he read the accompanying note.

‘Oh, my dear boi,

How I love the smell and taste of your pre-cum.  I’m loving licking the pre-cum crystals off my fingers every time I touch your pair of pre-cum soaked jocks.  How I would love to lick it off the source if you were ever to decide that maybe something that you might like to do…

For now, I have to contend myself with the crystals and the damp patches of your jocks, how you managed to produce so much…  Was it the thought that I’d be licking the moist patches of your jocks that kept you so hard?  Was it the fact that I would dream of your cock nestled in your very damp, pre-cum laden jocks that kept you hard for so long?  Or do you have a lover who teased the pre-cum out of you?  Did he lap at your balls, your perineum, or your delicious hole, that kept you dripping pre-cum?

How I wished it’d been me teasing you so, but for now I have to content myself with your pre-cum soaked jocks.

In full admiration and awe…’

Tristan almost fell off his chair as he read the accompanying note, he couldn’t believe that there were guys out there that liked this kind of thing, but he wasn’t complaining about the money side of things.

He got himself changed and went out for his nightly run; he decided he was really liking the feeling as he ran.  The way his body seemed to move so effortlessly through space and carried him forwards faster and further than he ever could when he started, and at the end of his run, he really looked forward to his shower.  He grabbed a clean t-shirt and his pair of jockey shorts that he slept in, kicked off his runners and on a whim went downstairs and entered the downstairs communal bathroom.  Tristan pulled the wet t-shirt he was wearing up his torso, but it was so damp with his sweat that he could feel the drag of the material as it was held back by the dampness of the material.  He worked the T-shirt up and over his rounded shoulders, and almost lost hold of the t-shirt when he finally pulled it free of his body, and the material didn’t have any skin to hold it back.  He pulled the t-shirt off over his head and threw it in the dirty clothes basket where it landed with a fat wet squelching sound.

Tristan was loving the way his chest was looking now as he ran his hand over his developing pectoral muscles and down over his abdomen that was tightening up.  He liked how his body felt after doing so much running that he also joined a gym and was working on his upper body as well.  When he finally stopped running his hand over his chest and abdomen and admiring himself, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts as he began to push them down.  He bent forwards at the waist as he dragged the waistband of his shorts over the tightly stretched fabric of his jocks, as he continued to push his shorts down.  Again, as they left the small mounds of his arse, his shorts almost fell straight to the floor, and straightening up he stood out of them, and again bending at the waist he scooped his shorts up off the bathroom floor, and they joined his t-shirt in the dirty clothes basket.  Finally, he stood back upright and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jocks, and he pushed them down over the small mounds of his arse.  Tristan felt his genitals free fall a little bit when they were freed from the confines of his tight jocks; he gave them an absentminded rub before he bent over to scoop the very damp jocks up off the bathroom floor after he’d stepped out of them.  He deposited his jocks in the dirty clothes basket and turned on the shower.

While he was waiting for the water to get hot, he checked himself out in the mirror over the handbasin, again, as he cupped and rubbed his growing pecs, he admired the definition he was getting.  He didn’t pay any attention to his rounding shoulders and the muscle definition he’d achieved there as well; no, his attention was taken by his abdomen.  As he rubbed his hand down the tightening muscles while he tried to see if he was getting a six-pack or not, but unfortunately it was a little early for him to tell just yet.  The steam coming from the shower cubicle reminded him that he had to have a shower.  He lifted an arm and sniffing at his armpit experimentally, and quickly pulled away from the musky stench that assailed his nose, ‘fuck’ was all he could think, ‘how could anyone like that smell’, he thought to himself as he got into the shower cubicle and closed the door.

Tristan grabbed the bar of soap out of its little holder and began to rub it over his chest, soaping it up as he rubbed it all over his pecs, lifting each of his arms in turn as he soaped up his pits.  Then following the trail of soap bubbles, he turned his attention to his lower abdomen and as he scrubbed the soap over the skin of his torso as he continued to wash himself.  He reached further down as he soaped up his pubes and moved further down to his cock and balls as he pushed and pulled them around to wash all the sweat off them.   He lifted them up to ensure he washed the underside of his cock and balls as well before he pushed the soap backwards and forwards between his legs, then, swinging the hand holding the soap behind him he pushed the soap between the small twin mounds of his arse.  Using his free hand to help prise his arse cheeks apart so that he could get the soap in to wash his hole.  It wasn’t until he was satisfied with the cleanliness of his arse, did he turn his attention to his shapely legs.  Yes, he thought to himself, the running was paying off as he could feel and see the definition he was achieving with his legs.  Then standing arse up as he bent at the waist, he washed down his legs, and by the time he’d reached his lower legs, he could feel his arse cheeks separating all on their own.  Not that Tristan paid it any mind, mind you, it’s what always happened when he bent at the waist to wash his lower legs.  What he didn’t know was that with his newfound muscle definition, it actually forced his arse cheeks to pull further apart than they had ever used to.  If someone had been standing behind him, they might have been lucky enough to be able to see his hole wink at them as he bobbed up and down as he washed his lower legs and feet.

When he was satisfied that he’d washed himself properly, he stood up and returned the bar of soap to the soap cradle and then set to cleaning the residual soap off his body.  He rubbed both his hands vigorously, up and down his arms before he rubbed them over his pecs and then moved on down to his abdomen.  He twisted and turned at the waist as he washed the soap from his hips and upper thighs.  He scrubbed his hands through his pubic bush and rubbed down his cock before he hefted his balls and ensured that he rubbed all the soap off.  He ran his hand between his legs and rubbed the soapy residue from there as well.  Before he reached behind and rubbed the soap from the small mounds of his arse before he separated his arse cheeks and washed the soap from the cleft of his arse.  Before, using one finger to probe just inside his arse lips to ensure his arse was nice and clean, as he didn’t want it to smell or leave skid marks anywhere.

Before he bent over at the waist again and planed the soap and water from his legs, finally finishing with his body, he turned his attention to his hair; it was reasonably short, it had to be for school.   So, it didn’t take him long to wash it, he grabbed the bottle of shampoo, from the base of the shower cubicle and squirted some into his hand, before closing the bottle and returning it to the base of the shower cubicle.  Then with both hands, he worked the shampoo through his hair, closing his eyes so that the shampoo didn’t get into them.  Working with both hands on his head, he gave himself a good scalp massage as he could feel the shampoo bubbles as they glided down his wet naked flesh.  Tristan rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and felt the bubbles slide down his body; he loved the feel of the bubbles coursing down his spine and trying to get into his arse crack.  Before they gave up, and with the force of the water pouring down his back, the bubbles were forced over his arse and on down the backs of his legs.

Tristan washed his hair with a second lot of shampoo, and when he was happy with the cleanliness of his hair, turned this way and that under the jet of water as he washed the shampoo bubbles off his body.  Deciding that he was finished, he turned off the water and stepping out of the shower cubicle he reached for the dry towel he’d left on the side of the vanity basin.  Opening up the towel he threw it over his head and gave his hair a very vigorous rub to try and dry his hair as much as he could, and even though he thought he was holding himself still.  There was always a bit of movement that caused his bits and pieces to jiggle around a bit until he was satisfied that he’d got his hair as dry as he could.  He worked his way down and dried his face and neck, and when he’d finished drying his face, he caught a look at himself in the vanity mirror.  Not that he paid it much mind, but if he had, he would probably have marvelled at just how red and pink his skin looked after his hot shower.  But he didn’t, so he continued to rub dry each of his arms in turn, including his pits.  He grasped the towel by the edge and flung it over his head until he felt the towel make contact with the skin on the tops of his shoulders, at the base of his neck.  He pulled it vigorously back and forth as he dragged the towel down his back until it met the mounds of his arse.

Tristan pulled the towel back in front of himself and towelled down his chest and torso, then grabbing the towel in one hand, he dried the corresponding arse cheek, while he used his other hand to separate his arse cheeks so that he could reach in and dry his hole.  When he was happy that that arse cheek was dry, he switched the towel to the opposite hand and dried the opposite arse cheek.  Again, using the opposite hand to help prise his arse cheeks apart as he dove in and made sure his hole was nice and dry, he didn’t want it to dry out and crack, not there.  Then changing his grip on his towel so that he grabbed it by both ends of the edge, he stepped one leg over it and pulling the towel up he dried his perineum, pushing his cock and balls out of the way in the process.  Letting go of one end he used both his hands to dry his pubic bush, cock, and balls, pulling and stretching the skin of both his cock and balls to ensure they were both as dry as he could get them.

Drying his legs, he pushed his cock and balls out of the way again, as required, making them leap and jump as if they had a life of their own.  Tristan finally worked his way down to his lower legs and feet and declared himself finished.  He grabbed his pair of jockey shorts from off the bench where he’d left them, he stepped into them and pulled them up.  Pushing his cock and balls out of the way again by the waistband of his jockey shorts, and trapping his cock and balls in the fabric while he finished pulling his jockey shorts up to his waist.  He reached inside his jockey shorts and rearranged his cock and balls until they felt comfortable.  As he’d pulled the jockey shorts up to his waist the bottom hem of the leg openings were pulled up to the very tops of his thighs, making his genitals to appear as though they were hanging obscenely between his legs.  Until he adjusted the bottom of the leg openings and pulled them down a bit, and while that didn’t stop his genitals from hanging down, they just weren’t quite as pronounced as they were a minute ago.

Tristan pulling on his t-shirt exited the bathroom in a cloud of steam before he headed back up to his room to do his homework, padding barefoot through the house and up the stairs.  He settled in and started on his homework, Tristan wasn’t sure why it was happening, whether it was because of his ‘task’ of the past few days or not but he could feel his cock growing and swelling in his jockey shorts.  While he tried to concentrate on his homework, his cock was more instant, in desperation, he freed his cock and fisted it until he filled the palm of his spare hand with hot milky fresh cum.  Tristan licked his palm clean, rearranged himself inside his jockey shorts and finished his homework, with the silky feel, and the taste of his cum in his mouth.

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Tristan received another request via the website, but this was one he didn’t think he could fill.  The customer wanted a pair of his jocks, but this time they wanted skid marks and drops of piss in the jocks, naturally his boy scent was a prerequisite.  But he didn’t think he could shit his jocks, not even for the sum that was promised, Tristan couldn’t remember the last time he’d even shit himself.  If he thought about it, it was probably in Kindergarten, if not even earlier, no this one he thought was going to be impossible for him to fill.  ‘Finally’, he thought, ‘here was his limit’, his line in the sand if you will, and regretfully he pushed the request to the back of his mind.

A few days later it came to him, a way that he could actually fill his order, he thought that he could wear a new pair of jocks, go to the toilet and after he’d had a shit, and before he wiped himself, he could give himself a mini wedgie.  Then when he’d marked the back of his jocks, he could then wipe himself, job done he thought.  But just the thought that he’d come up with even this solution made him almost puke, and he really didn’t think he could do it once, let alone a few times as requested, and then he thought of himself having to wear the jocks for the requested photo.  No, he thought this one was to gross even for him to fill.

But, a couple of days later he thought fuck it, he’s done some pretty gross stuff just to make some money, and the fact that he’s come this far, is this any different?  But he just couldn’t get over the fact that he’s never shit himself on purpose before.  He needed to have a shit, and before he realised that he was going to do it, he’d gone up to his room and put on a new pair of jocks.  He went to the toilet and relieved himself, but before he could change his mind, he stood up and pulled up the new pair of jocks, and gave himself a mini wedgie.  Pulling the back of his jocks up between his arse cheeks until he could feel the material hit his hole, and he left it there for a minute.  So, when he pulled the jocks down, there was his first skid mark, he quickly pulled the jocks down and then wiped his arse before stuffing the jocks in their ziplock bag and going back to his room and stuffing them in his wardrobe.

Tristan was getting ready for his run the next day when he realised that the jocks that he’d laid a line of shit didn’t have his scent, now he had a dilemma.  Did he get out a new pair of jocks and go for his run in them and then shit them, or did he pull out the ones with the line of shit in them and run in those.  He didn’t know what to do, in the end, he pulled the dirty pair of jocks out of their ziplock bag, and when he investigated inside the jocks, he could see that the shit had dried.  So very reluctantly pulled them on, trying very hard not to touch the line of shit that was already in them, and finishing getting dress he went for his run.  When he returned home, Tristan couldn’t wait to get into the shower, all he could feel was the skid mark in his jocks rubbing against his arse cheek.

He raced upstairs and grabbed his jockey shorts and a t-shirt and went into the bathroom.  He needed to have a shit, he pushed the jocks to the floor and was about to step out of them when he remembered that the buyer had requested multiple skid marks.  So, once again as soon as he’d finished having a shit, and piss, he was going to shake the drips off the end of his cock when he remembered that the buyer wanted drops of piss in the jocks as well.  So being completely grossed out, and trying very hard not to throw up, Tristan pulled the jocks up and gave himself another mini wedgie, making sure that he pulled the fabric of his jocks backwards and forwards over his hole.  Then not being able to stand it anymore, he pulled the jocks off and, after he’d resealed them in their ziplock bag, he jumped into the shower where he made sure to wash his arse very well.  He found he had to scrub his arse cheek where he could still feel the sensation of the dried shit rubbing against the skin of his arse cheek.

After he’d had his shower, clad only in his usual jockey shorts and t-shirt, he padded back into his room, hid the sealed zip lock bag in the bottom of his wardrobe and sat at his desk and attacked his homework.  He could feel his cock thickening and growing inside his jockey shorts, what seems to be the new norm for him now, while he tried valiantly to ignore it and ploughed on, manfully, through his homework.  But, he’s a horny teenager, and what horny teenager can ignore an erection under these circumstances, besides he found he had a craving for his cum.  So, once again, after mentally saying ‘fuck it’, he pulled his erect cock out of his jockey shorts, and as he did, he could feel a drop of pre-cum rolling down his urethra.  As soon as he saw the drop of pre-cum push through his piss slit, he scooped it up on the tip of his finger and licked it off.  Then scooting his arse forwards on his chair, he began to fist his cock, until he could feel his balls drawing up to his lower abdomen, and hold his cock head over his spare hand he caught his cum.  When his cock stopped spewing his hot fresh cum into the palm of his hand, Tristan licked his hand clean.  Then, feeling sated for the moment, he turned his attention back to his books and finished his homework.

Tristan finally finished his homework, no thanks to his cock that remained hard almost the entire time, and he could feel all the drops of pre-cum that had rolled down his urethra which he found doubly distracting.

As he finished his homework, he could finally get up and put his books away, unbeknownst to Tristan, as he’d sat for so long, the legs of his jockey shorts, well what there was of them anyway, had slid up to the very tops of his thighs.  So that when he stood up his cock, that generally made a pleasant bulge in his jockey shorts, now stuck out almost obscenely.  And the weight of his blood-engorged cock strained at the stretchy material of his jockey shorts pulled the waistband down so that now he was displaying more than a little bit of his full pubic bush.  But remaining totally oblivious to his mode of dress now, went downstairs and got himself a drink and a snack before heading back upstairs to go to bed.  He went to the toilet and got into bed, but all he could think about was his cock that was straining at the material of his jockey shorts.  So, deciding that there was nothing else he could do about it, he grabbed his laptop and started surfing the net for porn, then find some that he liked, and after rearranging his pillows so that he could sit up.  He pulled his jockey shorts and t-shirt off altogether, and sitting on his bed naked, he watched porn on his computer, as he could feel the drops of pre-cum rolling down his urethra and pooling on his lower abdomen.  Absentmindedly, he’d dip his finger in the pool of pre-cum and lick it off his finger while he watched the porn on his laptop.  Until the inevitable happened, and he just had to grab hold of his cock and start to fist it, when he could feel his nuts pulling up towards his lower abdomen.  Tristan opened his mouth and tried to aim his cock at his mouth, just as the first spurt of cum exited his cock head, and he actually got it in his mouth.  He was quite proud of that fact, as he felt the second spurt of cum left his cock head and again it landed in his waiting mouth, but after that, he got his chin and the top of his pecs.  He scooped up all the cum he could find and licked his fingers clean, he turned his laptop off and settled down to sleep.

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Finally, he had the prerequisite number of skid marks in his jocks, as well as the drops of piss the customer ordered, and lastly, it had a good helping of his sweat after the run he did while wearing them.  He contacted me and brought the jocks into me at the office when I broke the seal my nose was assaulted by the odour of his shit and piss, all mixed in with the smell of his musky scent.  I popped wood on the spot, not that Tristan noticed as he was too busy stripping ready to wear the dirty jocks, I held in the zip lock bag.  I could see just how reluctant he was to pull the dirty jocks on, but he knew I needed the photo, so he manned up and pulled them on and stood against the wall while I took his photo.  But he couldn’t wait to get the dirty jocks off, as soon as I said I was happy with the photo, the jocks hit the floor.  He scooped them up and put them in the zip lock bag and handed them back to me, and after a bit of chit chat he left the office, and I got to open the bag again, and while I inhaled the odours from the bag, I fisted myself until I shot a load of cum all over the top of my desk.  Which I just had to lick clean, of course.

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On his way home Tristan decided that that was going to be the only time he would ever produce skid marks in his jocks again, he’d decided, somewhat belatedly, that he had some standards, and producing skid marks was going to be it.  He didn’t have to wait too long before he found out that the customer was very happy with his dirty jocks, and paid accordingly.  This time he got $4,500.00, while he loved getting that much money, he didn’t think that the money was worth going through providing skid marks.  There was a note from the customer, but Tristan decided that he didn’t want to know what it said, he’d decided that anyone who liked that kind of thing had to be some kind of a weirdo.  Tristan continued to sell his dirty jocks, as he was really liking the money, and he had a lot of requests for ‘designer’ jocks to keep him happy with his bank balance.  At the start, he’d decided that he’d never tell anyone what he did to get the extra money.  He continued to run nightly and went to the gym three times a week because he was loving the way his body was developing and filling out.  Yes, Tristan was very happy with his life.