Swim Class Speedos

As Matt and I walked into the indoor pool area, we noticed that the girls were all lined up on one wall, seated at on the long built-in bench, and the guys were all lined up along the opposite wall, mostly standing.  Coach Summers seemed to be making his way down the line of teenage dudes, all practically naked as they each had on only a snug speedo in a variety of colors and patterns.  

Coach Summers glanced at us coming through the doorway and pointed to the end of the line closest to us, and we made our way over.  Tom had been on the end, so Matt took his place next to Tom and then I was last.  As Summers worked his way down the line, we realized he was doing some kind of inspection of each guy.  We noticed he had a clipboard and was making some kind of record as he talked to the students, and had them turn around during the conversation.  

"See, Danny.  What'd I tell ya?  Summers is such a fuckin' faggot.  Look at him eyein' us up like he's gettin' ready to pick out his steak.  FUCK! I fuckin' knew it!  And he's even wearin' a god damn speedo himself!  Why the hell does he need to wear that when he's teachin'?"

Matt may have been right.  I mean, it did kinda look like Coach Summers was getting an eyeful of each male teenager, taking his sweet time in the process.  But, if the dude was gay, he didn't look anything like I thought a gay guy would look.  Coach Summers was probably around 6'3", clearly worked out, had solid arms and thick legs, and I could see he had trimmed hair coating his chest and abs.  Honestly he looked like a pretty intimidating man.  Nothing feminine or rainbow-oriented that I could see.

When Coach Summers got to Matt, he immediately asked us about being late.

"You boys were almost 10 minutes late coming in here.  Matt and Daniel, right?"

"Yeah," Matt answered.

"Well, any good reason you were late, Matt?"

"Honestly, Coach Summers, Danny and I were just havin' a rough time with our speedos.  We're not exactly used to them and it just took us a few minutes longer to get ready."

"I understand.  I know the uniform requirement can make many boys uncomfortable at first, but there's no reason to be embarrassed about the swim suits, guys."

"Oh no, Coach Summers.  I'm not embarrassed at all.  I mean, Danny is kinda dealin' with that in a way, but I got no problem with my body.  I mean, I'm in pretty great shape, right Coach?  Like, my abs are tight, chest is solid, these arms are pretty good, too, right?"

Matt was smiling like a cocky bastard while he lightly flexed each area during his conversation with Coach Summers.

"Right, Matt, there's nothing to be embarrassed about.  You're clearly no stranger to the gym."

"Oh, totally, Coach.  I've got weights in my room and I work out like, all the time.  My issue is a little more personal, ya know?  Like these speedos don't really leave a lot of room for a guy's... equipment.  And my... equipment... is like professional grade, super-sized equipment, ya know?  Like... this thing is really hard to pack down into such a tiny, thin piece of fabric, Coach.  You see what I'm sayin'?"

Matt boldly slid his right hand over his puffed up speedo pouch, very quickly, but it was enough to pull Coach Summers' gaze down to Matt's tightly packed speedo.  I watched in awe as Summers' eyes stayed locked on Matt's bulge for probably three seconds before he spoke again.  His mouth seemed a bit dry.

"Matt, you need to account for more time to change, so I suggest you come straight here after your last class and make sure to stay focused on what you need to do to get to the pool on time."

"Absolutely, Coach.  I'll be super focused on this.  I'll make sure I pay lots of attention to the time it takes to strip down and get myself prepared for your class.  I'll be prepared for wearing this cherry red speedo every day, Coach."

Coach Summers' response came more slowly than it should.

"Ok, good.  Good.  Now, Matt please do a slow turn so I can view your physique as we begin the semester.  I'll be making some notes to see if each student has any improvement of their physical form by the end of the semester."

Matt stepped forward, just a little closer to the Coach, and slowly turned clockwise.

"Yeah, Coach.  I'll be interested to know what you think of my physique.  I mean, I think I'm pretty ripped.  I'm definitely the most chiseled jock here in class, and from the looks of it, I've got more muscle than you, Coach.  But, you're the pro.  You're used to seeing teen jocks in their little speedos.  I'm sure you've seen every teen dude that's come through this school for years.  I'm sure you know exactly how a fit teenager is supposed to look, right?  You must be the resident expert on teenage bodies, Coach.  You know how a tight bod improves performance.  How a tight teenage jock can really take charge... in a swim meet, or whatever.  Yeah, I really want you to take good notes on my form and keep tabs on me.  Like, maybe you can help me measure my muscle, or give me tips on my stroke, ya know?  What do you think, Coach Summers?  You think I've got a good body?"

Matt had completed his full circle, and shown himself to the Coach at all angles.  I was shocked that he was saying he wanted extra attention from the Coach, when he'd spent the last few weeks complaining about having to wear a speedo in front of him.  Maybe Matt figured out somehow that Coach Summers wasn't gay?  Maybe he thought the Coach could help him get even more stacked than he was.

"I'd... I'd be happy to discuss your physical training, Matt, if that's an area you'd like to focus on in the next few months."

"Great... thanks, Coach Summers.  But, you think I'm off to a pretty good start, right?  You agree that my teen body is pretty tight, yeah?"

"Yes, I agree you're in good shape, Matt.  I really need to move along now so I can get started with class.  Ok... Daniel.  Let's take a quick look at you."

I knew this was coming and started to flush red, thinking about having to turn around and show my ass to Coach Summers.  Matt jumped in while the coach started taking notes.

"Oh, yeah, Coach.  See, uh, like I said, Danny was having speedo problems, too, but way different from me.  I'm tryin' to help him out.  See, he's pretty embarrassed about..."

I cut Matt off as quick as I could.

"No, no, Coach.  No problems for me.  I'm good.  See, I'm all set."

I started to quickly turn, hoping to get this over with, and Matt used his right hand to stop my left shoulder from continuing to twist right when I was facing the wall, so my back side was now facing Coach Summers.

"Hold up.  See, Coach?  You'll see Danny's speedo problem pretty clearly.  Danny's got a lot goin' on down here in the back."

He actually used his free hand to point at my oversized ass.

"Danny is really embarrassed by this.  He knows that dudes just don't have asses that look like this.  He knows that a bro's butt isn't supposed to be so freakin' big, Coach, so I'm tryin' to help him accept it and just move on."

"I, ehem, I see.  Daniel, Matt is right.  You can't be ashamed of having such an ample... posterior.  I'm... sorry that you are having a hard time with the uniform requirement.  I'll try to be mindful of your concern.

"... Thanks... Coach Summers," I managed to speak while still facing the wall.

"Yeah, thanks, Coach.  I think maybe between the two of us we can help Danny get over his embarrassment.  I mean, he's always gonna have the biggest ass in the room, so he just needs to deal, right?"

"I... I think we should probably discuss this another time.  We're already running late and I've seen what I need here."

"Oh, ok, Coach.  Don't worry about Danny and me.  We'll make sure we're on time from now on.  We're gonna talk later about how we can take care of business."

Coach Summers turned and headed towards the center of the room, near where the main diving board was positioned, so he could begin to address the full class.  Matt took his hand off my shoulder and let me turn back around, while he had a shit eating grin on his face.

"Told you."

"Told me what, Matt?"

"I told you Summers was queer.  How many times did I tell you he was a faggot?"

"What?  Dude, you just talked to him for like 5 minutes about how you wanted his opinion on your body and even his help getting more in shape.  Why would you do that if you thought he was gay?"

"Jeez, Danny, sometimes you just don't get it.  I was testing him, man. And he failed, big time!  He had his eyes glued to my muscle boy bod, my hot ass and my heavy cock the entire time.  He could barely pull himself away.  I was just reelin' him in, man.  And you shoulda' seen the look in his eyes when he saw that fat ass, buddy.  God!  He was practically droolin'.  You know how much faggots love to eat ass, man.  I guarantee he wants a bite of your juicy butt, like, desperately.  And see how he dropped that clipboard to the front of his speedo?  Totally coverin' his faggot stiffy.  Yeah, no doubt about it.   Coach Faggot wants a piece of both of us, D."

Coach Summers started the class and explained how things would work.  Everyone got through the required lesson pretty easily.  Seems like most people are pretty strong swimmers already.  Once free swim started, everyone kind of spread out in the pool.  Jenny and some of the girls ended up sitting along the side of the pool near the corner close to Coach Summers' office.  They had their backs to his office window, and he had moved in there and looked like he was doing some paperwork while keeping an eye on the class.

Matt and I made our way over to the girls, and he and Jenny started flirting pretty hardcore.  At first Matt kinda kept his distance, back with me a few feet away from the girls.  As he and Jenny started paying more and more attention to each other, and less to the rest of the group, he got closer to her.  He started rubbing her legs a bit, and she responded... spreading her legs just a little to give him the smallest glance between her thighs.  Their flirtation continued... and Coach Summers would never be able to see Matt so close to Jenny from this angle.  Matt kept rubbing on her legs, and eventually he leaned in to kiss her knee, then just slightly further in... slowly making his way further up her thigh with very light kisses.  

She quickly put a stop to it, pulling her other leg back, planting her foot on his muscled chest, and pushing him back into the water.  She and her friends laughed, and Matt just flashed a smile at them before we moved away.

"Fuck, D!  Did you see how that cunt just teased the shit outta me?  What the hell, bro! I'm fuckin' goin' crazy here!"

The rest of the class was all in various groups around the pool, so no one could really hear us talking.

"Damn, Matt.  I did... she was all into it and then just totally shut you down."

"I know, right!  Fuck.  And what am I supposed to do now?  I'm god damn boned again!  Feel this fuckin' massive bone I got goin - here."

We'd been standing so close, in water up to our necks, that he was easily able to grab my hand under water and quickly pulled it to his crotch.  Fuck if he didn't plant my palm right on the outline of his fat hardon!

"Feel that, D?  You see what I'm sayin'?  That bitch just got me stiff as hell.  That load I blew in your speedo is like ancient history man.  I'm fuckin' ready to churn out another load.  What the hell are we gonna do, buddy?"

"Fuck, Matt!"  I hissed at him.  "Fuckin' let go of my hand, bro!  Someone's gonna see!"

"Oh, you want me to let go of your hand 'cus you're worried about someone seeing?"

"Of course, Matt!"

"Huh, I mean sure.  I was just tryin' to make a point about how hard that slut just got my fuckpole, but it's funny that you don't really give a shit about holdin' onto my king-size cobra.  You just don't want to get caught!"

He let go of my hand and I immediately pulled it away from his package.

"Fuck you, man!  Of course I don't want to touch your junk, bro.  I can't believe you did that."

"Chill out, pussy.  You know I'm just messin' with you.  I know you don't really want to grab on my thick meat.  But, you see my problem right?  You see how hard my cuntbuster is?  I think the fuckin' head is stickin' out the top of my speedo, man."

Just then, we heard Coach Summers blow his whistle, and signal the end of class.

"Shit!  I'm fuckin' three quarters hard and we need to get outta the water.  Danny, you're gonna need to get out and get our towels.  You can toss me mine as soon as I get outta the water."

We swam towards the edge of the pool, and I hoisted myself out of the water.  Just then I heard a cat call.

"Ow!  Look at that hot piece! Damn!"

I don't know who said it, but I heard a bunch of the guys in class, and some of the girls, laughing afterwards.  I quickly stood up and moved over to the bench to grab our towels.  I wrapped mine around my waist while my face turned several shades of red.  Matt then pulled himself up and I threw the towel to him.  He loosely wrapped it around his waist and walked over to me.

"Fuck, Danny.  Don't worry about those assholes.  It was bound to happen, and honestly, it probably won't be the last time a guy calls out your fat ass in public.  Seriously, though, that ass is nothin' compared to this fuckin' stiff bone, man.  Look - it's still fuckin' hard."

Matt pulled open his towel; just in the front so I could see, and as I glanced down, I saw that his cock was definitely hard, forming a long tube leading to the top of his speedo where his fat mushroom head poked out the top, along with about an inch of his tan shaft.  Matt quickly wrapped his towel back around his waist, tightly this time, and moved closer to whisper in my ear.

"We're really gonna have to talk today about how else we can deal with our speedo problems, man."

We both headed into the locker room with the rest of the guys, made our way back to our lockers, and peeled off our speedos before heading into the shower room.  Honestly, while I was dreading the group shower experience, nothing much happened.  I think all the guys were a bit nervous having to shower in that setting, being naked in front of so many other dudes.  I did notice a few guys looking my way... maybe a couple of chuckles, but no one said anything to me, really.

Matt, though, seemed totally at ease.  Whereas almost every guy in the place showered facing the wall, mostly looking straight ahead and keeping the view of their junk as hidden as possible, Matt was very exposed.  He picked the two most central shower heads when we walked into the room, and as soon as he got the temperature right, he was face out, with his back to the water, almost proud to show off his now soft, low hanging bait and tackle.  I, of course, faced the shower like the other guys, and couldn't do anything to keep my ass hidden from view.  

But, like I said, no one really bothered me.  Even when Matt dropped his bar of soap.

"Shit, bud, can you pick that up for me?  My leg's a little sore, D."

Without thinking, I did bend over and pick up the soap for him.  He had his hand stretched down toward me, so I turned and handed it to him while I was still crouching down, so I was basically eye level with his cock when I turned to give him the soap.

"Thanks, bud.  You're the best.  Saving me from having to bend down, nice, man."

He immediately brought the bar of soap to his cock and started lathering up before I even stood up.  Once on my feet, I did notice a few of the guys seemed to have their eye on us.  They must have thought it was nice that I picked up the soap for my buddy, too.

We finished showering, dried off, and got dressed.  Matt told me to meet him at his truck at the end of the day.

When the final bell rang, I hit my locker one more time before walking out the main doors.  Matt was already at his truck, this time leaning against the driver side door, and guess who was with him... Jenny.  They were flirting again big time.  I saw the typical head toss and laughter, as Matt had his arms around her waist, and pulled her in close.  They started making out, and I walked up.

Matt opened his eyes and saw me.  He continued to French her, then moved his right hand around to her ass and grabbed it.  His eyes stayed on me.  

Eventually she pulled away and swatted at his arm, complaining about the public ass grab, but only half-heartedly.  She kissed him again, then moved away.

Matt watched her leave, eyeing her ass as she sauntered off, and turned back to me.

"Fuck dude - look how that slut teases me, every chance she gets!"

I didn't have to look too hard to see the bulge in his jeans.

"Let's go, D.  We gotta talk."

We hopped in his truck and he started to pull outta the school parking lot.  I remembered the ride in this morning, and once we were on the road, it didn't take long until I had my shorts pulled down and exposed my ass for my best friend to see, while he helped me get over my embarrassment.  

"Nice, D!  I'm so glad you did that without me even havin' to remind you.  You're really comin' along, bro.  Just kick the shorts all the way off, though.  Underwear, too.  Just really show off that fat ass for your buddy.  Yeah, like that, bro.  Nice."

I got as comfortable as I could.  He really couldn't see all that much of my ass, even with my leg propped up, but I guess it was enough for him to feel like I wasn't hiding.

"Listen, Danny.  We're gonna have to figure some things out, man.  I think we're doin' a lot to push your comfort level, but plan A did not work for me today.  It took me too long to bust my nut before gettin' out to the pool area, and that faggot Coach is gonna keep givin' us shit about it.  Plus, I couldn't keep this fuck-beast under control once we were in the water.  I can't keep hidin' this massive cock when I've got a hard on.  It just won't work, right?"

"I guess, man.  I mean, yeah, it must suck to keep worryin' about your dick, man.  I really do feel the same way about my ass."

"Right, bud, but your ass is your ass.  It's the same size all the time.  My fuckin' huge hog gets happy, and it practically fuckin' doubles in size, right?  It's like a fuckin' flagpole in that swimsuit, and even when I wrap the towel around it I'm pretty sure it's still on display, am I wrong?"

"Nah, I guess not, Matt."

"Gotta think about what we can do about my fuckin' demanding dick, little D..."

He was quiet most of the way back to his place.  I realized he wasn't planning on dropping me off at home yet.  I pulled my shorts back on as we got close.

"What's the plan, Matt?  Are we gonna hang for a bit before you take me home?"  

"Yeah, D.  Let's head in."

Once we got inside, he tossed his book bag in the corner, and I did the same.  He started to strip down his clothes, as he moved to his dresser and picked up some gym shorts and a new t-shirt.

"Danny - time for you to get naked, bro.  What the fuck are you doin'?"

I started to strip down, and folded my clothes up on his desk as I moved over to sit in the chair near his bed. By this time, Matt was sitting on the edge of his bed, facing me, like he was getting ready for a serious conversation.
  
"Ok, Danny.  We gotta figure this out.  I'm gonna need your brains here to help figure out my speedo problem.  The way I see it, I got two issues now.  First, how do I get off more quickly when we're getting changed before we hit the pool.  We can't keep runnin' so late.  Then there's problem number two.  What do I do when I bone up and I got a 9" pipe tryin' to bust outta those fuckin' skimpy speedos when we're in the water?  I need some help, man.  I'm not sure what to do here."

"Ok, Matt.  I mean... well, like you said before, no one can really see when you throw wood while we're in the pool.  So, like... maybe no one would see if you, ya know..."

"What, D?  What are you thinkin'?"

"I mean, maybe you could just... beat off again in the pool?"

"Dude!  That's freakin' brilliant! I could totally bust my nut underwater, and no one would see.  I bet there's so much chlorine in that pool even my gallon's worth of cum would just sorta breakup in the water.  One catch, though, buddy.  Time.  Think about this.  I'm havin' a hard enough time shooting my hot cum the first go round in the locker room before we gotta get out to the pool.  Between it being my second cumshot in an hour and the fact that I'd be strokin' my meat in the water, I'm sure it would slow me down even more.  It's not like I got any porn or anything for inspiration, ya' know?"

"Right.  Shit.  There's gotta be a way to get you off faster, man."

"For real."

Matt must have been hot, because he peeled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor before continuing.  He was chillin' on the edge of his bed, a couple feet from me, legs spread, in just his gym shorts.

"It's a really good idea, D.  The second nut in the pool, I mean.  But I just don't know how to make myself shoot off any quicker, bro.  Like, I only even really beat off because there's no other option when you're a man like me who needs to cum pretty much round the clock.  I would totally skip beatin' off if I had another option.  It's just really low on my list of turn ons, man.  I feel like you're different though, D.  From what you've told me, you really seem to get off on strokin' your prick... even if it's not half the cock mine is!"

"Fuck you, dude!  Ha ha... I don't know.  I mean, yeah, I guess I do really enjoy whackin' it.  I mean, why wouldn't I?  I can fantasize, and by now, I pretty much know what I'm doin' and what it takes to get me to the point of shootin'."

"Huh.  Maybe you're just better at it than me?  I mean, it's bound to happen sooner or later that you'd be better than me at something, D."

Matt started laughing.

"WHATEVER, bro.  I don't know if I'm better at it than you or not, but I do fuckin' love to jack off."

"I bet you are.  I bet you really are better at jackin' off than I am, D.  I'm sure you could cum in like 2 minutes flat if you need to, right?  You think you could make your little prick bust quicker than me in the locker room, or in the pool at the end of class?"

I thought about that for a minute.

"I mean...  I don't know.  Maybe?"

"I bet you totally could.  I'm sure you could work a dick faster than I can do mine.  I'm sure you could make it shoot a hot sticky load faster than I can.  Honestly, man, I'm just not that into beating off.  Like it's just total necessity.  I don't enjoy it the way you do. I just don't enjoy wrapping my hand around this dick and goin' to town the way you do."

With that, Matt pulled down his shorts and boxer briefs and tucked them under his balls, allowing his now hard monster cock to stand free.  It was even bobbing a bit in the air as he continued.

"For real, Danny.  I'm not gonna lie - I do beat off a ton, but only because I don't have a better option.  While I can certainly pull pussy with the best of 'em, until I'm livin' with some slut who wants to bone three times a day, beatin' this heavy horse-dick is just a way of life.  Look at how hard it is again.  Fuckin' AGAIN after I beat off this mornin' and then again in the locker room when I lent you my old jock and emptied that hot nut down the front of your speedo, bro.  I'm fuckin' hard and horny again, ready to unload.  But, I got no chick here, like usual.  I hate havin' to beat off so much.  I wish I had another way to cum, man.  I wish I had another way to let loose this steamin' hot nut from these massive balls, bro.  I wish I liked handlin' my dick as much as you do.  I wish I liked beatin' off as much as you do."

I sat in the chair, starting to feel a bit anxious.  My body felt... I don't know, hot?  Like I felt flushed all of a sudden.  My own dick had started to stiffen up with all his talk about beating off, being hard, and needing to cum.

"What do you think we should do, D?  What can we do about this speedo problem, buddy?  We can't have another day like today, right?  It took too long for me to cum before swim class.  I had to nut all over your junk just to get outta that locker room and get to class.  I got so hard and horny in the water and had to hide this big, bad dick when I got out.  I just can't make myself cum fast enough, little buddy.  I just can't work this dick as good as you work yours.  I can't make myself cum as fast as you can.  What should we do?"

Matt kept talking to me, kept trying to come up with an idea about how we could deal with his speedo problem.  I was practically crawling in my skin, something about this was just gettin' to me.  I was really on edge now.  He was using his thumb to bounce his dick up and down a bit, while the rest of his hand kept those shorts tucked under his robust teen-boy balls.

"Come on, D.  I know you got the answer, buddy.  Tell your best friend what we can do about this problem.  What can we do to make sure I cum fast enough to get off in the locker room and in the pool so I don't need to walk around with an aching hard baseball bat in my tiny fuckin' speedo.  I know you're like the master-bater, man.  You've got to have an idea.  Whatcha got, D?  What can we do?"

I did have an idea.  I just didn't know how to say it.

"I... I mean... We.  We could.. ya know.  Like, I could maybe work with you to like... Like make you cum faster, man."

"Huh?  I don't follow, buddy.  What are you sayin', Danny?"

"Like... like you said, I'm pretty good with... ya' know.  Like, pretty good with beating off.  Like... what if... no homo, man.  I mean totally no homo.  But, what if I just, lent you a hand?"

I can't believe that just came out of my mouth.  The phrase 'lent you a hand' just came out of my straight, jock mouth.  I swear, though, as soon as I said it, something about how he was looking at me changed a bit.  I don't know how to describe it.

"Woah, Danny.  What the fuck are you sayin', bro?  Are you sayin' you're gonna jerk me off?  Like for real.  No jokes, no bullshit.  You're sayin' that you want to wrap that hand around this fuckin' thick dick and stroke me off?  You wanna stroke this fuckin' grown man's dick until I shoot my ball cream from the tip of my cock?"

"No!  I mean, no, man!  I don't wanna do anything.  I'm just sayin' that like... somehow maybe it would help?  Shit... fuckin' forget I said it, man.  Matt you gotta fuckin' forget I said anything, bro.  I... I don't know where that came from."

"No deal, dude.  No fuckin' way.  You just basically said you wanna give me a hand job twice a day to help me get my nut.  And I mean, I certainly wasn't expectin' that, bud.  Never thought you'd offer to work my big cock with your fist and make a fella bust.  I know you like to beat off, buddy, but I just wasn't expectin' that you'd want to beat me off.  But, I don't know.  I don't know what to think.  You're still just my bro, right?  You're not goin' homo on me, right?  Not a faggot just tryin' to get his dirty paws on my stud meat?  Right, D?  You're still just a straight jock bro, right?  Not a faggot?"

"Fuck, Matt.  Stop askin' me that - I'm not a faggot and I don't want to jack you off... I just... it seemed like that's what I should do, to like, help.  I don't know."

"Oh, no, I mean, the more I think about it, the more I can see why you'd say that.  You're certainly like magic Mike when it comes to beatin' off your own dick, from what you tell me.  And gettin' a handy from someone else would definitely make me get off quicker.  Plus, we're together so much no one would ever think anything was up with you hangin' around me to get the deed done.  There might be somethin' to this.  But, like, since you're not a faggot, would you be able to do it?  Would you be able to reach over and finger fuck my 9-inch cock until it's ready to shoot?  Would you be able to pull me off - like physically, could you do it?"

I was quiet.  I... I didn't know what to say.  I'm not even sure where this idea came from, let alone if I could really get myself to... to jack off my best friend.

"Fuck, bro.  I think we gotta find out.  I mean, who's to say I could even stay hard with a dude workin' on my delicious dick?  Who's to say I could stay interested enough to blow my load at the end?  I'm just not even convinced a guy could make me churn out a load.  This jock cock cums for pussy, not bros, man.  I think you'd really have to work at it.  I mean, really... do you think you could make me cum?  Do you think you could take this fat cock right here, this big fuckin' wang and stroke it 'til it shoots?  "

He seemed to be waivin' it at me again.

"I.. uh... I mean I think I could?"

"Well, we certainly aren't gonna wait until we're in the locker room to find out, are we?"

He looked at me.  He waited.  He was waiting for me.  He was waiting for me to reach over and grab his dick.  He was waiting for me to masturbate his teen cock.  To take our first test run.  I felt my right hand starting to reach out...

"No, Danny.  Here.  If you're gonna do it, do it right.  Come kneel down here.  It'll be better that way."

He was pointing between his wide-spread legs.

I felt myself fall slowly to my knees, now between my best friend's thick muscled thighs.  Fuck, I could smell his manhood... it was almost overwhelming.

"There you go, little D.  Right there between these thick thighs.  You can get a real good look at that fat cock, now.  A nice close-up view of this horny jock dick to help you stay focused and make me nut.  Dude.  Just to be sure... cus like, for real, bro, your little prick is at full mast.  You're not a faggot, right D?  Tell me I don't have a faggot on his knees between my legs, gettin' ready to give me a hand job.  Tell me, D."

"No fuckin' way, Matt!  I'm serious.  I'm just... I'm just tryin' to be a good friend, man."

It was hard for me to even get that out while I was positioned on my knees, at the altar of teen jock cock that my best friend had spread out before me.  But, it was the truth.  I'd never even thought about something like this.  I certainly didn't want to do it.  I just wanted to help out my best friend with his speedo problem.

"Ok, D.  Then let's get this show on the road.  I'll ignore the fact that you've boned up while we've been talkin' about my dick.  About this fuckin' dick right here.  I'll ignore the fact that you keep throwin' wood when you're naked with me.  We'll both just focus on what matters.  We'll focus on this foot-long shlong you got bobbin' up and down in front of you.  Let's do it.  Let me feel how good you treat yourself at night, D.  Let me feel that hand work its magic on this massive cock."

And just like that... I reached forward and wrapped my hand around Matt's cock for the first time.  I almost forgot what to do with it, I was so stunned.  It was so hard.  It felt so heavy... like he always said it did.  It felt so different in my hand from my own dick.  So much bigger, maybe even hotter.  My fingers didn't even connect with my thumb, since his cock was so thick.  I kind of held it for a minute, almost like I'd never had my hand wrapped around a dick at all before this moment.  I mean, I know my dick wasn't as big as his, but now I could see that his cock really was completely different from my own smaller dick.  As I started to glide my hand up and down this cock, Matt started to add some encouragement.

"Yeah, there we go.  Fuck, man.  This is wild.  My best fuckin' friend is on his knees in between my thighs and he's strokin' my fuckin' fat meat.  God!  I can't believe this.  I can't believe you talked me into this, D.  I can't believe you want to do this.  You really want to work my cock, huh?  You really want to make me feel good and shoot my spunk.  Fuck.  I guess you're really a great god-damned friend, huh?  Willin' to beat off a man's cock almost twice as big as what you got between your legs, just to help out your best friend with his problem.  Help me out with my needs.  Yeah, man.  You weren't kiddin'.  I wasn't wrong about you.  You're really great at workin' a dick, dude.  You know you're way around a cock, that's for sure.  FUUUUCK... yeah, buddy.  Just like that.  Stroke your bro's huge fuckin' cock while you kneel between his legs, buddy.  Keep it goin' dude.  Keep workin' that hand up and down, up and down this tower of teen cock shootin' up from my crotch, D.  Do it.  Just keep doin' it, bud.  It feels different, right?  It has to feel different than playin' with your little toy prick, doesn't it, buddy.  Tell me.  It's just not the same, is it."

I'm surprised I even heard him ask that question.  I... was just focused on what I was doing.  I was focused on beating off the cock three inches from my face.

"...Yeah, Matt.  I... it's just so fuckin' big, bro.  And... heavy.  I just never thought it would be this heavy in my hand, man."

He was grinning at me like crazy.

"Damn right it's big!  It's fuckin' 9 inches of man-meat, bro.  And so fuckin' fat.  Your hand looks so fuckin' small on this big god-damned dick, buddy.  I'm sure your one-hand style is plenty for your little boy prick, but you see that's not enough for this fuckin' stud cock, buddy.  You got another perfectly good hand just waitin' to get on this delicious dick and help get me off.  You're gonna need it.  Go ahead, little buddy.  Use both hands on this king-kong-dong and really work at it.  Really get to work on this fuckin' beast."

I had been using my left hand to sort of steady myself on the ground, and realized I'd need to readjust my position a bit so I wouldn't fall over if I used both hands to work my buddy off.  I scooted my knees forward a bit so I could sort of sit back on top of my lower legs, with my back more straight, and my face a little closer to my buddy's heavy-ass dick.  I added my left hand to this little hand-job scene happening, on his shaft closer to his balls, and my right hand continued working quickly closer to the hooded head of his uncut cock. 

"That's better, D.  Yeah.  I'm still not sure, man.  I'm still not sure you're gonna be able to make me cum, buddy.  You've already been workin' this cock for a good ten minutes now.  You need to be able to make me cum faster, little dude, if this is really gonna work.  Really work at it, Danny.  Really work at makin' your buddy bust.  Tighten that grip you got on my fuck-stick.  Use your thumb to play with my head and hood a bit.  Yeah... that's better.  Put those biceps to use, buddy.  Put those muscles to use strokin' me off.  Really beat this meat, D."

I kept strokin' his cock, and did my best to follow his guidance.  I was really tryin' to make him enjoy this and shoot his load.  I knew it would help him with his speedo problem, and I wanted to help my buddy out.  I wasn't really thinking about anything else.  I did notice that my own dick had never gone soft.  From before I even touched this thick cock in front of me, my own boner was rock solid... and I didn't understand why.  I was on my knees in front of my best friend, playin' with his huge cock and I was rock hard.  No porn... no pussy... no fantasizing.  Just his cock in my hands, and my cock ready for lift off.

"Oh man, you sure know how to stroke it.  I can't believe it, but you're gettin' me so fuckin' hot, little man.  Little buddy.  Strokin' my massive dick while you're on your knees in front of me.  There's just somethin' so right about this.  Keep goin', dude.  You're gettin' me nice and close, buddy.  I think you will be able to get me to nut.  I think you will be able to coax the cum outta my full balls until it sprays all over your fuckin' face, man.  Yeah... keep workin' your buddy's dick.  Keep workin' my king-sized cock, D.  Do it. Fuckin' jack my cock."

I kept stroking Matt's cock both hands, picking up the pace as much as I could.  He said he's close, so I needed to just push through and finish him off.  I needed to help him shoot.

"FUUUCK, little buddy.  Fuckin' stroke that jock cock!  Fuckin' squeeze this meat and keep pullin' at it, D.  Yeah, Danny... so close now.  You've got your best buddy so fuckin' close to sprayin' his jock juice all over your face, fucker.  Yeah, FUCK yeah!  Fuckin' close..."

I noticed his hands were now gripping the edge of the bed tight and his ass lifted slightly off the bed, rockin' his hips back and forth just a little, suspended in the air, adding some of his own motion to the effort to get him off.  He was kind of fuckin' my fists in front of my face as I kept jackin' him off as fast as I could.

"YES!  FUCK YES!  Here it comes, Danny.  Take this fuckin' cum all over your face, boy!"

And just like that, I made my best friend blast his steaming hot nut all over my face, while I beat him off for the first time.

"FUCK YEAH!  Fuckin' shootin' my nasty load on your face, bud.  Keep pumpin' this master cock while I unload all this sticky jock juice on you.  I can't believe you wanted this, boy.  I can't believe you got on your knees and stroked my load out of my 9-inch cock!  You actually made me cum!  But, FUCK it's so good!  GOD, I'm still fuckin' blastin' nut!  Keep workin' my tool while I paint your face white.  Uh.. Oh fuck!  You are such a fuckin' mess!  Hosed down with a gallon of stud cum like some slut.  God damn, bud!  Yeah...  slow down that stroke.  Squeeze the last drops of nut out... finish up this hand job, boy.  Get every drop out of my throbbin' cock."

I slowed down my strokes and pulled away my left hand, while my right did just as asked... I squeezed out the last drops of jock jizz from my buddy's cock as they joined the rest of his baby batter already pooled on my face.  When there wasn't any more cum dripping out of his uncut dick, I released my right hand from the tight grip I held, and relaxed back on my ass on the floor.  My right hand had some of his nut coating it, so I kind of propped my elbow on my knee so it wouldn't get on the rug.  

"Holy SHIT!  FUUUUCK!  God damn it, boy, you really made me nut, like super hard!  Fuck.  I didn't think you could really get me off, but you did it.  You really did it.  And your face, man.. HA!  Your face is fuckin' drippin' with my thick ball cream, bro.  Like... if you want to be a mime for Halloween, I think you're all set!"

Matt cracked up and I even started to laugh.  I didn't realize how tense I'd been for the last 15 minutes.  It felt good to laugh with my best buddy.  Like, somehow things were still chill.

"Shit... I know you don't mind cum, but it's about to start runnin' down your face and onto my rug, man.  Get your fat ass in the shower to clean that cum-covered face off.  I'm right behind you, little buddy."

I slowly stood up, careful to keep my face positioned so I wouldn't let any of Matt's cum drop down to the floor.  He spoke up as I was getting ready to turn towards his bathroom.

"Freeze, D.  Just one second, little buddy.  Will you look at that... looks like your little boy dick is still hard, bro.  It's like, super hard, pointed straight up in the air.  You got hard when I pulled down my shorts and showed off my fat fuck-tool, and you stayed hard all the way through the handy you gave me... even after I blasted you with a barrel full of ball cream.  We gotta talk about that, bud.  We're gonna need to figure out why my king-sized cock and jock-boy juice make your little pencil-dick bone up, boy.  But go ahead.  Hit the showers.  You did a great job helpin' me out for the first time.  Plenty of time for us to talk about your new boy-boner problem later."

Even under the coating of cum, I felt my face flush red as Matt pointed out my stiff dick, and the fact that I just held a hard-on for 15 minutes while beating off another dude.  I turned and shuffled into his bathroom to get the shower started.  Maybe I could think more clearly when I got this shit off my face."

End of part 10.

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