All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.
The shrill sound of our coach’s whistle reverberates through my ears as he blows on it to call time. My best friend, Jason, pulls himself out of the pool, water dripping onto the concrete as he tries to steady his breathing while pulling off his cap and goggles.
“Your time was off again, Jason. At this rate, you’re going to need a fucking miracle if you want to compete in the Olympics,” Coach says, glaring at him. “I want you here on Saturday for an extra practice session. Now hit the showers, both of you. You smell worse than usual.”
Jason and I both shoot him sheepish grins and walk towards the locker room while he heads towards his office on the other side of the pool.
Like always, we’re the last to finish practice since Coach makes us stay longer than everyone else. It’s not that he’s punishing us or anything, but we’re the only ones actually trying to make it to the Olympics in two years, and we could use all the extra practice we can get.
As soon as we step in front of our respective stalls, Jason pushes down his speedo, letting it all hang out. “Do you think we have time for a quickie before class?” Thankfully, he doesn’t seem that put off by what Coach said, but then again, he has a habit of using sex as a distraction.
I let it slide and look over at the clock on the wall, and then smirk at him. “Maybe just enough for one of us to get off.”
He gives me this pleading look, his turquoise eyes doing that thing that I can never say no to. “Please, Dylan? I’m dying here.”
My eyes trail down to his crotch and sure enough his dick is standing at full attention giving me a little salute. I shake my head, a grin tugging at the corner of my lips and say, “Fine, we can do a quickie. But you owe me tonight.”
Jason beams at me like I just gave him a Christmas present. He grabs me by my wrist and starts pulling me towards the showers. I laugh at his impatience and tell him to wait a second so I can pull my speedo off too.
The fucker has been like this ever since we met freshman year. Granted, we weren’t messing around back then, but he’s always been eager to get his rocks off. We slip into one of the many spacious shower stalls and turn on the water, letting it get to the temperature we both like before stepping under the spray.
He shoots me another grin over his shoulder as I reach past him for the shampoo and work it into his scalp. I gently massage it in with my fingers, trying to avoid tangling his honey-blond hair, and he lets out a little moan, his head tilting back towards me.
I know we don’t have the typical relationship two straight best friends normally have, but we weren’t always like this. We started out just like all other guys who become best friends—playing video games, studying together, training, going to parties. But after a disastrous freshman year for both of our dating lives, we came up with a plan to help each other out while avoiding all the drama that comes with dating women.
What started as a joke about being horny all the time and not wanting to put in the effort to get laid, turned into one simple rule: whatever one of us does to the other, the other does back.
Simple.
We help each other get off with no strings attached. It’s the best form of friends with benefits possible, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about our arrangement.
After rinsing his hair, I start lathering his body with soap. Slowly and deliberately, I run my hands over his arms and between his smooth armpits. Then I move my fingers down to tease his nipples, rubbing them with the pads of my thumbs until they harden into stiff little nubs.
He hisses, “God, Dyl, I love when you do that.”
I give him a devilish smile and spin him around. Stepping up right behind him, my hard and aching cock nestles right between his cheeks as I reach around and take his length into my hands.
He leans his head back against my shoulder, panting while I stroke him from root to tip, my palm twisting with every pass on the head. I’m tempted to take him in my mouth, just so he’d have to suck me off later, but given the limited time we have, a handjob will have to do for now.
With my other hand, I reach for his balls, rolling and gently tugging on them as I work him to the edge. I turn my attention to the bundle of nerves on the underside of the head, teasing it in slow circles with my index finger before swiping my thumb between his slit just the way he likes it
“Fuck me, Dyl.”
“Oh, I plan to,” I say with a grin against his neck. Unfortunately, we don’t actually fuck each other. The most we’ve done is suck each other off, but we always like to tease each other like we will. It’s turned into a bit of a kink for both of us, and we’ve probably said more filthy things to each other than most actual couples do. But we drew the line at anal when we started this entire thing.
What’s not off limits is thrusting my hips up and down so my cock slides between his cheeks, the head brushing against his entrance. The triple sensation of me jacking him off, playing with his balls, and thrusting my cock against him is enough to make him putty in my hands. The sounds that he’s making go straight to my dick, precum lubricating his crease as I keep thrusting between him.
He rocks his hips against me, increasing the pressure we’re both feeling, and it’s enough to send him over the edge. He lets out a low groan, one hand flying out to hold himself up against the wall, all while still thrusting back against me. His cock pulses in my fist, cum erupting from him onto the shower privacy glass and dripping between my fingers before disappearing down the drain.
As I work him through his orgasm, my own takes me by surprise. His cheeks squeeze my cock just enough, and then I’m exploding on his lower back. I drape myself over him as my thrusts become frantic with each pulse of cum escaping me.
When I’m finally done, I let him go, and the water erases all traces of what we just did.
“Fuck, that was one of the best ones yet,” he says with a chuckle. “You do that better than anyone else.”
I roll my eyes and gently turn him around so I can keep washing his body while he washes mine. “I’m the only one who does that for you. I can’t remember the last time a woman touched you like that.”
He blushes bright red, and I have a feeling it has nothing to do with the mind-blowing orgasm I just gave him.
“Come on, we’re going to be late if we don’t get out now. And don’t forget you still need to pay me back tonight.”
He shoots me a sinful smile. “Looking forward to it, baby.”
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