Darius scooped my exhausted frame off the floor. I felt small in his huge arms, and weirdly... I dunno, happy? I guess it's not weird to feel happy about making new friends, but I don't know. There was just something sort of off about the night. Why had these guys -- these popular, varsity jock all-stars -- wanted to spend the night with me? I was just some naive daddy's boy with a pillowy bubble-butt and a super-charged puck. Why had they been so helpful and understanding? They hadn't laughed or called me a weirdo when I showed them my tight, pulsing hole. No, instead they had shaved it smooth and lotioned it up -- all while telling me how pretty and pink it was. And how come they hadn't made fun of me for accidentally choking on their dicks and swallowing their cum? If anything, they had tried to take partial blame and apologize for it -- as if the accident wasn't totally my fault. Dad was always reprimanding me for being clumsy. Why hadn't Darius yelled at me when I made him fall dick-first into my stretched, lubed hole? Was he really that great of a guy?!?
And now here he was picking my sticky, spent body off the floor and laying me ass-up over the arm of his couch. I just couldn't believe how lucky I was to have found such a great new friend! He was -- simply put -- the nicest guy I knew. I had no energy to move a muscle, so without his kindness, I would have passed out on the floor where Trevon and Winston left me to go clean up. Instead, Darius was taking care of me and cleaning me up!
"Mmmm. Mikey, look at you. You're a mess! You've got cum all over this pretty pink pussy, and holy shit! Is that Winston's cum all over your pretty face, too? What were you guys up to while I was having a shower?"
I couldn't form words to answer, but Darius kept on talking anyways.
"We've gotta get you cleaned up. I can't send you to school tomorrow looking like this. Hold still, buddy. I'm gonna get a wet washcloth and clean that pretty pussy up."
Darius returned a few moments later with a damp washcloth and Trevon holding the phone. I was near catatonic, draped over the arm of the couch. Trevon sat next to me, and ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel the camera trained on me without even having to look up. Darius stood behind me and gently ran that warm, wet fabric over one of my smooth, over-sized cheeks. The rough fabric dragged against my skin, wiping up the thick cum Trevon had sprayed on my asshole only moments earlier. Darius jiggled my fat ass cheek a little and dug his fingertips into the soft flesh before he moved onto the other cheek. He kept murmuring as he worked.
"Mmmm yeah, Mikey. This ass is perfect. You have no idea, do you, kid? How obscene you look in those tiny shorts you always wear. I can't believe that your asshole-dad even lets you out of the house looking as slutty as you do. He has to know that every person walking by you wants a shot at that tight, little puck. Does he know how much it twitches? Does your dad know that you have the sweetest, neediest pussy in the state? Fuck, Mikey! When I saw you playing with your tight little hole during class, I knew we were gonna be real good friends. And then tonight, you showed us what that throat can do. Shit, kid. I've got big plans for you!"
At this point, I felt Darius spread my legs apart on the arm of the couch exposing my wet, pink hole so he could wipe it down. On instinct, I guess, I reached back to hold myself open; I just wanted Darius to focus on getting my puck clean. He rubbed that cloth around my fleshy ass lips, and I cried out. My pussy was so sensitive and that wet cloth felt just like a little kitten's tongue lapping at my supercharged hole. I found myself wondering what it would feel like to have an actual tongue on my hole and the thought made me instantly hard for some reason. I moaned out and involuntarily ground my dick against the couch.
"Shhh shhh shhh. It's ok, Mikey. Let me just wipe all this cum off your pretty hole. I know you've got such a needy, little puck, but surely I can wipe it off without your dick squirting all over my parents' couch..."
I grit my teeth and shut my eyes. Of course he was right. I could do this. I had just cum twice in the last hour. I was certain I could let my buddy clean cum off my hole without losing control.
That idea lasted a few seconds, at best. Darius stopped running that rough wet cloth along my puck lips and I guess, he decided to clean the inside of my hole. The moment Darius used one of his long, thick fingers to push that washcloth up into my jock hole, I shut my eyes and let out a broken noise from the back of my throat. The rough fabric tickled the inner walls of my pussy and my puck clenched down hard, grateful for something to fill it up. I felt a violent shudder go through my body.
Darius pulled his fingers out, but the end of the washcloth stayed in. The fabric was bunched up inside my puck, and I kept clenching down on it. I was so desperate to be full, I didn't even care that this probably looked ridiculous on the video Trevon was shooting on his iPhone. I felt Darius's big hands roam over my soft cheeks and his calloused fingers slip under the tight straps of my baby blue jock. He plucked the elastic straps out as far as they would stretch and let them slap back hard against my soft flesh. I felt my cheeks wobble and my ass stung from the violent snap. I whimpered; it had been hours since I had been able to actually talk.
"Oh, Mikey. Look at that beautiful puck. I can see it quivering around that washcloth. And listen to you, jock boy -- moaning so pretty. I think you like it when I play with these big cheeks of yours, huh?"
Darius kept running his rough fingers under the straps and groping my cheeks. If I didn't know any better, I would say he was marveling at how my big ass bounced whenever he slapped it or snapped my jock straps. Of course, I knew he was just investigating what seemed to be causing my weird condition. Darius never stopped talking the entire time he was playing with my thick ass.
"Oooo, Mikey. This jock you're wearing is sooo small. Is that something you do on purpose? You like wearing a teeny little jock? The way your ass bubbles out over the sides? Or do you like the way it squeezes your dick so tight? Oh FUCK! Mikey. Your hole! When I said that, I saw your little pussy pulse around that washcloth inside you. It's practically winking."
I could feel my puck spazzing around that wet, rough fabric Darius has shoved up inside me. I also noticed I was panting and moaning again. Jeez! Was it even possible to cum for a third time so soon?Why was my hole like this?
Darius stepped in close behind me and hauled my torso up, until I was practically standing. He wrapped his arm tight around my jock tits and held me there, with my back pressed tight against his chest. I could feel his hips pressing forward, pressing hard against my spread ass. His right hand latched onto my left nipple and began slowly massaging my pink nub. I felt myself melt back against his larger frame as he whispered in my ear.
"Mmm. Yeah, jock boi. You've got some needy little tits, don't you? Are they as sensitive as that hole of yours? What do you say we find out? Think you can cum with your hole stretched around a washcloth and me milking these hungry little nubs?"
I violently shook my head. With Darius holding me like he was, there was no way for my cock to rub against the couch. I couldn't possibly jizz hands-free again. And what if this became a pattern?
"Now, now, Mikey. That's not the attitude of a champion," Darius chuckled, as Trevon laughed along. "Look into the camera as I play with your tits. I want everyone to see how desperate your perky, little jock body is."
I looked into the camera, this time a little bashful and apprehensive. I didn't think I could cum for a third time, and I certainly didn't want to do it willingly. What was Malik going to think when he watched his friend tease my nips until I came? There would be no way to explain it. The other two times... well those had just been accidents. My needy little puck sometimes made my body do things I couldn't control. I silently prayed that my nipples weren't the same.
Darius began toying with my left tit. His rough fingertips pressed into the muscle around my hard nipple with just the right amount of pressure, and he began to knead my pec. I felt my hole pulse and I groaned out. Darius rewarded me with a sharp, teasing tweak.
"Yeah. I knew you would like that, Mikey. I had a hunch we had a little nipple slut on our hands. Didn't I say that earlier?"
I must have turned bright red because Darius instantly tried to sooth me. "No. It's ok. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Some people just have more nerve endings in their chest. It's just how they are." He paused and I nodded along. This all made sense, but I could hear him smirking.
"Bois like that, they're just born with super slutty tits and hungry little holes. I told the guys earlier that I bet your nips were just as needy as that puck. I'm just helping you out here, buddy. It's important for you to know as much about your body as you can. You gotta know how you're gonna react to things." Of course Darius was right, and he was only looking out for me. Darius always had my best interests at heart.
Gosh, I was lucky to have met such a smart and accepting guy like Darius! I relaxed and let my new friend fondle my tits. Every time those thick, blunt fingers swirled over my aching nubs, I felt my hole clenching down. Eventually, Darius built up to a good rhythm and my puck was pulsing in time around the cloth wedged inside my hole. As Darius played with my slutty jock tits, he kept whispering in my ear and pushing his hips against my ass. I couldn't quite tell what Darius was saying anymore -- something about how good my pussy felt when he accidentally slipped his cock in me. Every time he would grind his hips forward, the rough fabric inside of me would brush against my fleshy ass lips. I couldn't listen to Darius; I could only focus on the tight tingling of my nipples and my pulsing, sensitive hole.
I began grinding back, trying to get more action for my desperate puck. As much as I hated that my body was reacting this way, I was getting close. Darius doubled down his efforts, grazing and rubbing my horny nipple as I panted with my legs spread, holding my cheeks open with my own hands. The tips of Darius's fingers were thick and rough -- so big and yet so gentle as they rolled my swollen bud between them. I moaned, tossing my head back over his shoulder, as Darius mercilessly tugged and twisted my tit. I felt my hole go into overdrive, and when Darius used the edge of his nail to roughly flick my needy, hot nub, I tipped over the edge. I felt my dick shoot a weak jet of hot cum inside my tight blue jock strap for the third time in the night -- again, without even touching my dick. This was becoming something of a habit. Had my friend really been able to coax an assgasm out of me just by playing with my traitorous nips?
Before I even had a second to feel weird or humiliated about what just happened, Trevon leapt in to congratulate me.
"That was spectacular, Mikey. I think everyone's gonna just love watching that. I mean... it's pretty interesting the way your body reacts. It's incredible to watch. But, we gotta finish cleaning you up," Trevon said, running his finger across my cheekbone. He scooped up something wet off my freckled cheek and smirked. Oh Shit! I still had Winston's cum on my face! Had I really just been filmed cumming in my pants all while my friend's jizz was still glazing my face?
"Darius, toss me that towel, so I can wipe his face clean. And Mikey, you're looking a little woozy. Do you want Darius to help you out of that messy, little jock you're wearing and get you ready for bed?" I nodded, endlessly grateful to have such charitable friends.
I cried out as Darius abruptly yanked the washcloth out of my still quivering jock hole. He threw it to Trevon who was kind enough to wipe off my face. I was no help. If I thought I was weak and out-of-it before, cumming three times had turned me into a zombie. Darius struggled to peal off my tight, sticky jock, but without my cooperation, it was quite an ordeal. He had to grope and squeeze what seemed like every inch of my ass, but after after lots of careful maneuvering, he had striped me down.
"That's okay, stud," Darius mumbled, seeing my cum-covered dick. "Let's clean you up."
Winston brought out another towel, and wiped the cum off my dick for me. It felt nice. That soft cotton against my sensitive cock was soothing. It was just what I needed.
"You know, bud," Winston said as he wrapped that terrycloth around my dick and pulled, "if you got rid of these messy pubes, clean-up would be a lot easier."
"You know, he's right, Mikey," Darius chimed in. "We oughta shave you on the front side too so that you'll be a matching set. I mean you look perfect from the back. And, you know, you're so sensitive, Mikey, I'm sure you'll be cumming so much. Just think of how much easier it'll be to clean you up."
Trevon even added his two cents. "Don't you like feeling your smooth hole -- so pretty and hairless? Well just think how good it'll feel when your balls are that smooth too. Let us shave you down, Mikey. You're gonna look so perfect if you do."
I had never been one to stand up to peer pressure, and with all three of them egging me on, I wasn't about to start. I agreed to let my friends shave me, and fortunately this time they didn't make me beg for it. The clippers were still on the floor from earlier in the night, so Winston made quick work of wiping me down and making me smooth. He ran those clippers over my pubes and along my balls until I was utterly hairless.
Just like they had with my hole, the guys insisted on a post-shave lotion. Weirdly, this time no-one wanted to help. I mean, I guess I understood. It was sort of gay to have your buddy touch your dick. They were, however, plenty content to watch as I slathered my cock with lotion and rubbed it in, all while they filmed me. Despite having not touched my cock much all night, every nerve-ending in my dick was on fire. After only a few seconds of rubbing that lotion in, I was choking back moans and shaking. It felt incredible, but I forced myself to stop rubbing my cock. I didn't want to be filmed doing something embarrassing like playing with my dick.
After I was done lotioning up my freshly shaved body, I went to put my jock back on, forgetting that it was wet with three loads of cum. I couldn't put that back on. But I wasn't comfortable being naked around my new friends --their cocks were massive, and I felt a little inadequate in comparison. Unfortunately, I didn't have anything to change into. I stammered out my concerns to the guys, red with obvious humiliation.
"Oh, that's alright, Mikey. Give those to Winston and we'll throw them in the wash. They'll be all set in a few hours." Winston snatched my drawers off the floor and begrudgingly went to the laundry room. These guys were so cool. The way they reacted to everything was so accepting.
That was "step one" of my problem solved, but what could I wear in the meantime? I asked Darius if I could borrow a pair of boxers or sweatpants to sleep in, but he refused. He said it was weird for bros to share underwear, and he had me there. Still, I didn't want to sleep naked. Then, Darius told me something that made the situation even more dire.
"Listen bud. I hadn't told you this yet, but you and me, we're bunking together tonight -- not enough beds, you know? And here's the thing, I don't want you sleeping naked next to me. That's out of the question. But I've got an idea."
Oh thank god, I thought. There was no WAY I was gonna share a bed naked with another bro. This guy was the best!
"So Mikey, one of the girls I'm fucking left her panties in my car a few weeks ago. I was thinking, we could put you in those for the night, and then in the morning, your little jock'll be clean."
Oh gosh! That was a crazy idea, but it seemed like my only option. What was I gonna do, go home early? Hell no! Only little kids left sleepovers early. And plus, these guys hadn't laughed at me once all night. Why would they start now? Still, I thought to double check.
"Are you guys sure this isn't all one big set up? If I put on some panties, are you guys just gonna point and laugh at me? Are you gonna tell the whole school?" I didn't want to believe my new friends would do something like that, and fortunately, Darius set me at ease.
"No way, Mikey. We would never do that! We won't tell a soul. It'll be our little secret. Plus, I think you're really gonna like them. They're a thong, and you might like the way that fabric pulls against your needy little puck."
"Alright," I agreed. I had agreed to everything my new friends proposed. Here I was totally hairless, with a hole full of cum, about to slide into some girly thong. Why stop now?
Oh boy! I had no idea how girly they were going to be. I was hoping for some plain cotton thong, but no, these were pink and lacy with ruffles -- and totally see through. What kind of girl was Darius's girlfriend? If I could somehow squeeze my cock into those tiny panties, it would be completely visible through the mesh material. And that strap? My big cheeks were gonna make that strap look invisible! Picturing how I would look, I let go a broken whimper. I would look obscene in those tiny pink panties.
Before I was able to voice my concerns, Darius kicked my legs open and forced me to step into the leg holes. He slowly slid the flimsy garment up my long, muscular legs. After he pulled the ruffled waistband over my hips, he smoothed the strap down in-between my cheeks and adjusted my cock in the front. My dick was still sort of hard from lotioning it up only moments before, and Darius struggled to fit it into the tiny pair of panties. Eventually he gave up and let the tip of my hard cock poke out of the top of the waistband.
I have to admit, I did sort of like the way that thong made me feel. The scratchy material of the strap tight against my puck felt incredible. I wiggled a bit, rubbing that string against my puffy asslips. The mesh and lace fabric hugging my hairless cock and balls in the front was so tight it was just shy of painful. Despite my initial hesitation, I sort of didn't mind wearing this thong -- in fact, I kind of liked it. It was so small that all I could feel was pressure everywhere: the waistband squeezing my cock head, the strap against my puck and the crotch stretched hard against my drained balls.
Even better, my friends thought I looked incredible. They murmured sweet things in my ear about how good I looked and how those panties seemed made for me, all while running their fingers between the tight straps and my jock body. Trevon was filming me and kept shouting out poses he thought would be funny. I was happy to play along and soon they had me posing all sorts of ways. They had me turn around and look back playfully towards the camera. We goofed around and did one where I was crawling on the floor, pretending to be a sexy jungle cat. We even did one of me on my back, holding my legs open. Darius commented that it looked like my hungry hole was chewing on the strap of the thong. The guys laughed and I sleepily giggled along. It was really silly, and it felt nice to goof around with buddies. This was what sleepovers were all about -- making new friends, helping each other and joking around.