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This is a work of fiction - just a story from my addled imagination. If you are sexually active, please be safe and use protection.
This story takes place in the 1990s. While the 'when' really isn't important, you will likely notice the absence of smartphones and the internet. Such were the breaks of growing up Gen X.
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Donny and Friends Chapter 2
The rest of that summer passed quickly and before I knew it, it was the weekend before school was to start again. I was staying the entire weekend at Toby's house, Friday through Monday, as school was set to start on Tuesday. My mom had finally made a new boyfriend so she was more than happy for me to be out of the house. Mr. C. had scored some kind of fancy business trip out of town that he could bring Mrs. C. along on. They were both pretty excited and called it a "free vacation." I don't really recall the details, I just remember that they left on Friday. Toby's older brother Jack had already left for college so it was just Toby and me at the house all weekend. We tried to get the other guys to come over but they were pretty non-committal. Well, I understood - football practice had already started so Cullen and Hank were pretty wiped most evenings. Marcus said he'd try to drop by but didn't promise anything.
I got to Toby's early that Friday and just tried to stay out of the way as his parents were rushing around last minute packing, remembering something they forgot, then packing all over again. I found it rather amusing but I kept that to myself. Finally they were gone and Toby and I collapsed onto the couch in the living room in relief.
"Love my parents but they can be exhausting!" Toby exclaimed with a chuckle. I chuckled with him in agreement, then he bolted back up off the couch and declared, "Let's get comfortable." He proceeded to pull his t-shirt off over his head and kicked off his shoes. "Want a coke?" he asked as he headed for the kitchen.
"Sure," I called after him, watching his bare muscular back as he left the room. Toby had really developed over the last year. We used to be very similar, but where I still had my thin but toned runner's physique, he had developed a bit of muscle giving him broad shoulders and a classic V shaped torso.
I looked down to find the t-shirt he had discarded resting on my hand on the couch. I picked it up caressing the soft cotton between my fingers. I glanced up to check if I was still alone before bringing the shirt to my face and inhaling deeply. Man, that was sweet. The light scent of sweat and well, of Toby filled my nostrils. It was a little intoxicating.
"Enjoying me?" Toby chided me with a smirk as he re-entered the room, two coke cans in hands.
"Ha, ha," I said sarcastically and tossed the shirt back at him. It wasn't the first time he'd caught me doing that and rather than bother him he seemed to take pride in it. In fact lately it seemed to be some kind of contest or challenge among my friends to see whose scent could most attract me. Discarded shirts, uniforms, equipment bags, even jockstraps had been turning up in odd places where I was likely to notice them. I played along. I did enjoy it.
Toby settled back down on the couch and we watched a movie on HBO. After that we went up to his room where we talked, played video games, and just hung out for a while before ordering pizza for dinner. After he ordered the pizza Toby challenged me to a round of Street Fighter and said the loser had to answer the door for the pizza in just their underwear.
"What?!" I exclaimed. "You've gotta be kidding!"
We both laughed and he said no that he was serious. "Come on, man! It'll be fun!"
"I never beat you at Street Fighter!" I exclaimed.
"Not true," he smirked. "You have. Occasionally. Are you chicken?" And he clucked like a chicken, flapping his elbows and bobbing his head back and forth. I was a sucker for a dare.
"Fine!" I said, accepting the challenge. I grabbed one of the controllers and Toby started the game.
I won. What?! I actually won! How was that even possible?
"You cheated!" Toby exclaimed with a laugh, tossing down the controller. "What did you do?"
Nothing. I had done nothing. And in the corner of my mind the thought crept in that if anybody had cheated it had been Toby, throwing the game in my favor. But I was going to take advantage of this. Oh, yes, I was!
"I won," I said. "This was your idea and your bet. Time to pay up."
"Ha!" Toby exclaimed. He laughed nervously, then, "Fine. Fair is fair." And he unbuttoned his jeans and slipped out of them. He now stood right in front of me in just a pair of light blue boxers.
"No," I chuckled, wagging my finger at him. "You were trying to embarrass me, sir! You are way too comfortable in boxers. That will not do," I said pointing to his underwear. I walked over to his dresser and rummaged around until I found a pair of bikini briefs I knew he had gotten as a gag gift once. They were fire engine red and tiny. I laughed as I handed them to him. "In these," I said.
"Oh, no, no, no," he protested. "No way."
"Toby," I argued, "this was your idea and your bet. I should get some input, shouldn't I?" And I walked up to him and pressed the tiny briefs to his bare chest.
He looked down at the thin red cloth in my hand, smirked, and agreed. Much to my surprise, however, he dropped his boxers and pulled the briefs on in front of me right where he was. I had not seen his penis outside a gymnasium changing room before, and never this close up. Yes, I stared. I stared at his dick while he struggled to pull the tiny briefs up his thighs, and then I continued staring at the bulge it made in the skimpy material once he had them on. He put his hands on his hips and just stood there looking back at me. Who knows how long that would have gone on if the doorbell hadn't rung right at that moment.
"Ha!" I exclaimed, snapping out of my trance and looking him in the eye. "Show time!"
It was indeed a show, and I got quite a kick out of it. Not the least of which was the sight of his scantily clad ass running down the stairs. At the door he took a breath, focused, then opened it wide revealing his almost naked body to the pizza delivery driver. Only it wasn't just one driver, it was two of them - a driver and a driver-in-training. Both teenage girls from the look of it, and both completely dumbstruck. I was rolling on the floor behind him in silent laughter!
Eventually we all recovered. Toby paid for the pizza and handed it to me. The delivery girls thanked Toby profusely and told him to ask for one of them by name next time. And as he closed the door they thanked him for the tip.
He turned around, looked at me quizzically and said, "What tip? I was so flustered I forgot to tip them."
"Oh, they got a tip, alright!" I laughed. Then so did he when he eventually got it.
We ate the pizza at the kitchen island sitting on a couple stools side by side. Not that it was anything to complain about, but Toby stayed in that tiny red bikini brief for the whole meal, just sitting there chatting away with me like nothing was out of the ordinary. It was giving me a chubby.
After eating we cleaned up, put the leftovers away, and went into the living room to watch another movie. As Toby flopped down on the couch I asked him, "Aren't you gonna go put some clothes on?"
"Nope," he said with a smirk and rubbed his flat belly.
"Asshole," I muttered and flopped down on the couch next to him.
"What?" he asked. "I'm just comfortable. If anything, you're overdressed."
I turned to look at him and said, "Okay, let me in on the joke. What's going on?"
He just shrugged and looked at me in feigned innocence.
"Don't give me that," I said accusingly. "You're up to something. I haven't figured it out, but it's something. Don't think I haven't noticed how much you've been showing off your body this summer. It seems like you just can't keep a shirt on anymore. And tonight you're sprawling on the couch in front of me practically naked!"
He smirked back at me. "Donny, lest you forget," he said pointing at the briefs, "these were your idea."
"Yeah," I pleaded. "For the bet and the prank at the door!" I paused, my eyes involuntarily running up and down his body again. "I didn't think you'd stay in them though. You know, once the prank was over," but my voice trailed off there at the end, betraying my wavering resolve.
"Would you rather I take them off?" he asked quietly and waited for my reply.
Without thinking I answered, "Well, yeah," then, "No!" I yelled as he expertly slipped them off and kicked them off his foot. He was now sprawled on the couch beside me completely naked! My eyes shot directly to his cock. Was he chubbing up? "What the fuck, man?" I said. "Why are you doing this to me?"
He threw his hands up in surrender, "Okay, okay. I'm sorry." He got up, retrieved the bikini briefs and turned toward the stairs. "Come up stairs with me."
"I thought we were going to watch a movie," I protested.
"Yeah," he said, pausing at the foot of the stairs. "We will. Just... Just come up stairs with me."
He climbed the stairs naked but once in his room he put his boxers back on. "There," he said, his arms out palms up. "Satisfied? You're still overdressed though. Come on, strip down to your underwear with me. Be part of the team," he goaded me.
"The team of two?" I asked incredulously. "Fine," I said. I could never resist him, something he had long ago figured out. I pulled my t-shirt off over my head then shucked my jeans. We were both now standing there in boxers.
He smiled at me triumphantly, "Now we're going to watch a movie." He went over to his dresser and rummaged around in one of the drawers before coming up with a VHS cassette tape.
"What's this?" I asked.
"You'll see," he said playfully. "Follow me." And he walked across the hall into Jack's room.
"Why?" I asked, following him.
"Well," he said as he turned on the TV and VCR and inserted the tape. "I kinda feel weird about watching this downstairs, and Jack's got the only other VCR in the house. His TV isn't all that bad anyway. I'm surprised he didn't take it with him to college. He might later."
He pressed play then leapt onto the bed and sat up against the headboard. He patted the spot next to him encouraging me to do the same, which I did.
"What's the movie?" I asked. It was still displaying the FBI anti-pirating warning.
"Well," he said mischievously, "it's a porno. Jack got it for me. He said you and I should watch it together."
I looked over at him quizzically. "What does that mean?" I asked.
"You'll see," he said in a sing-song lilt.
The movie started. It was... something. I don't know what I had expected, I'd never seen a porno before, just magazines. There seemed to be no story, just a sequence of unrelated scenes. The first scene started with a couple of scantily-clad, big-breasted girls washing a car. They were working the soap and sponges while two very hunky guys wearing only cut-off shorts managed the water hoses. Water spray, soap suds, and clothing went in all directions. Not a minute or two into it the girls were on their knees in front of the guys sucking cock.
My dick started to respond to the sight of two huge cocks getting sucked and I suddenly wished I'd kept my jeans on. I was sitting too close to Toby. Our shoulders were touching. I could feel the heat of his skin against mine and the hairs on his legs were tickling my leg. I was just about to make some space between us when I felt him shift a little, not moving away, just shifting his weight some. I dared to look over at him and saw his hand was on his crotch. Was he squeezing himself through his boxers?
We had jacked off in the same room many times before, but under the covers and in separate beds, not out in the open like this. I was very nervous. I risked a glance at his face and his eyes seemed glued to the TV. Thank goodness!
I tried to adjust my boner to not be so obvious of a tent pole, but that only made it harder and stood taller. My movement caught Toby's attention and he glanced over at me then said, "I'm glad you're enjoying it," before turning his attention back to the screen. He was openly stroking his dick through his boxers now. Why was he doing this?! This was farther than anything we'd ever done before!
The car wash scene eventually ended with the two guys spewing their seed all over the girls breasts in unison. Toby moaned quietly at that and shifted his weight again pressing harder against my shoulder. And his leg was now pressed tightly against mine sending electric bolts directly to my dick! Holy fuck!
I couldn't resist any longer and took hold of my dick through my boxers and squeezed hard.
The next scene started. It was an average looking guy and two hot chicks. Over the course of 5 or 10 minutes the guy went back and forth between the women fucking each of them in turn. He didn't really do much for me, but while he was fucking the girls they were also going at each other, kissing, fondling tits, sucking on nipples. Every time the camera focused on the chicks going at each other Toby would moan.
Finally he glanced over at me and said, "Sorry, man. I gotta go for it!" And with that he lifted his ass off the bed and pushed his boxers down to his knees. He grabbed his cock and started full-on masturbating. Holy Mary Mother of God, I'd died and gone to heaven! I ignored the rest of that scene - I only had eyes for Toby and his magnificent cock, the way his arm muscles flexed as he stroked, the wiry bush above his dick, his flat stomach, and defined chest. Shit!
The scene changed again and I only knew because the music changed, but I wasn't watching the porno anymore, I was watching Toby.
Toby elbowed me and when I looked up at his face he was grinning and nodding toward the TV. "You like that?" he asked.
I looked at the screen and saw more or less a flip version of the previous scene. There were two incredibly hunky guys and a small breasted woman on the screen. The woman was on her knees sucking off both men in turn and rubbing their huge cocks together. The camera panned up to show the guys' defined and hairy chests. It kept panning and came to rest on a shot showing them from the shoulders up kissing passionately. My jaw dropped. I'd never seen guys kissing before, not even in a magazine.
Toby elbowed me again and said, "Go on, Donny. Pull it out and beat off with me. This is for you!"
And I did it. I just let go of all my inhibitions at that moment. I pulled my underwear down just like Toby had and started full on stroking my dick. Mine wasn't as long or as thick as Toby's but he didn't care. He didn't judge. He just wanted me to enjoy myself. So I did just that.
I kept watching that scene and stroking my dick until it was over. The next scene was an orgy and seemed to have mostly women in it and only a few average looking guys so I lost interest. But it didn't matter, I just went back to watching Toby. I didn't care any longer if it was obvious that I was watching him. And he didn't seem to mind. In fact, I think he liked it. He'd glance over at me occasionally to see what I was looking at, and when he'd realize I was watching him rather than the movie and that I didn't look away all in a panic, he'd smile and wink at me. Like, we were sharing a secret, that kind of a wink.
Finally, his stroking started getting faster and he said, "Donny, I'm getting close. How about you?"
Well, Jesus! Hearing him say my name in that context right at that very moment had me ready to cum even if I hadn't been before!
"Yeah," was all I could manage to get out before I erupted all over myself.
Toby let out a massive groan, then his free hand came down on my thigh sending an electric jolt right to my dick good for another squirt or two. And then he was coming all over his chest and shoulders and stomach. A rope of it even landed across his forehead and nose, a massive load.
We both relaxed, breathing hard, slowly coming down from our orgasms. Then the giggle fit started. I don't know why, but I couldn't control myself. I started shaking with silent laughter.
Toby sat up in alarm and started stammering, "Donny, no, it's okay! It's my fault..." Then he realized I was laughing rather than crying. "What the fuck, dude?" He fell back on the bed and joined me laughing.
We just laughed for a while, calming down slowly. Eventually we were quiet, just laying there covered in cum.
Toby dabbed his finger in a puddle on his belly and looked at it. "Have you ever tasted your own cum?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, scooping up some of mine on a finger and popping it into my mouth. He just stared at me wide-eyed. "It might be a gay thing," I added. "I don't know if many straight guys taste their cum, but I know I do."
Toby raised his finger to his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and apprehensively tasted it. He made a face.
"It's an acquired taste," I said with a grin. Then somehow emboldened by this whole experience, I reached over to him and scooped up the cum rope from his forehead and nose onto a couple of fingers. "What I've never done," I said, "is taste somebody else's." And I popped my fingers covered in his cum into my mouth.
Toby's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped in shock. I almost started giggling again. I made a show of swishing my tongue around inside my mouth like I was at a wine tasting or something, then said, "Not bad. Not all that different from mine, if you want to know the truth. But there is a difference there. A slight one." Then I rolled away from him and hopped out of bed. "Now," I pronounced as I walked toward the door, "I need a shower."
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