Garrett's Destruction: III LENGTH: 1,477 words
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I don't think I need to tell you what happened after that. I jerked off. After that, I jerked off again. Probably half a dozen times total that night. I never did head over to Hayden's place.
By the next morning, I had returned to my routine, monitoring tumblr obsessively. There were no updates. But the picture of Garrett from the day before had almost 9,000 likes. It kind of dawned on me at that moment that a full frontal picture of Garrett was online. 9,000 people had seen his cock dangling between his legs. Scratch that, 9,000 people had "liked" it. No telling how many had seen it.
That was when the shock set in. I felt guilty for submitting the name of my friend to some anonymous tumblr user in hopes that I could see him nude. Then, I started to wonder why on earth Garrett would even talk to some stranger. How did REDACTED even approach him? Did she/he/it text him? If I had received a random text from some stranger, I would have blocked the sender. What if they were blunt and came right out and started flirting? Still no. I think? Maybe I would have responded.
But not Garrett. Why would he send a nude picture to a stranger? He wasn't an idiot. Like I said, he has an analytical mind. He is logical and level-headed. Maybe the first message he received was a pair of nice tits. Would that be enough to deceive him? No, that couldn't be it. His picture in the last post was asking to see tits. So something else drew him in. What was it?
Garrett had a girlfriend. Maybe that was the craziest part. Not just that he had a girlfriend, because guys around our age had girlfriends and cheated on them all the time, but that he was so serious with her. I knew for a fact that in the past he hadn't been one to cheat. Don't get me wrong, he had hooked up with a few girls on occasion when dating, but it was usually a drunken mistake at a party.
I had never seen him with a cocky smile like that one he was wearing in the picture. Actually, yes, I had. He was wearing the same smile the day I found the box of Magnum condoms in his bedroom. Maybe I was uncovering more of the real Garrett than I had ever known before. Then again, what guy doesn't like to brag about how big his dick is when he doesn't have to show it?
Except his dick looked like it was that big. Maybe he really did need those Magnums.
Or maybe he was intoxicated. Or high. He smoked weed much like everyone else, including myself. I could see a blunt making casual exhibitionism with a stranger more enticing.
Then again, maybe Garrett just wanted to show somebody his big fat cock.
I don't know.
I lounged around most of Saturday morning. Jerked off a few more times.
I received a text from Hayden around noon. He was wondering why I never made it over to his place. I just said that I smoked and fell asleep. We met up for lunch with our friend Bryce and a couple of girls, Chelsea and Valerie. Hayden had fucked Valerie before. Probably numerous times. And he was interested in Chelsea, which, as far as I can tell, is why we were eating out with them.
I mentioned this, but let me say it again. Hayden was my best friend. Hayden was a fucking stud. 6'2", 180 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, muscular arms, six pack, toned legs, twink face. He played every sport--football, baseball, basketball. His primary sport was baseball, which meant that even though he was tall and built, he didn't overdo the muscles. He was perfectly proportioned and hot.
So why wasn't I fawning over him? I have no clue, honestly. I went through phases, and my obsession with Garrett was something new and inevitable. But whereas Garrett was your typical dude but not quite the jock, Hayden was the All-American Boy. He fucked girls. Lots of girls.
Unlike Garrett, I had seen Hayden in his underwear many times at school, at his house, at my house, at our sleepovers, all over the place. He was a boxers kind of guy, but I think as we grew older he partially transitioned to boxer briefs. We had always been close like that, but much like Garrett, during all that time I didn't realize how much I wanted to see him in his underwear. I wished I could go back to those days. We were still close, but only as close as high school dudes can be.
I also kind of thought he was gay. I had no real evidence, it was just a feeling. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. I just felt like I knew everything about him and I could make that judgment. But he had also told me one time that his dad mentioned in passing one time that if one of his sons ever turned out to be gay, they better also walk their ass out the door and never come back. At the end of the day, Hayden was the kind of guy who just goes with the flow. So, even if he turned out to be gay, I expected him to live a long married life in the closet.
I wondered what my parents would say if they found out that I was gay.
The day passed rather quickly. After lunch, we all went to the movies, and then Hayden, Bryce, and I went back to Hayden's to chill. It gave the girls some time to prepare for the evening. We went to a party that night. It was fun. I hadn't partied or even really hung out with Hayden in awhile, so it was refreshing. He was a fun drunk. Of course, he ended up in a bedroom Chelsea. I walked by. Chelsea's moans were audible even over the noise of the party. Hayden was allegedly good in bed.
We got back to Hayden's around 1AM and decided to just crash there. Four of us, Hayden, Bryce, another friend, Kyle, and me. We sat out in a circle on his porch and passed around a pipe.
Hayden was reminiscing about his conquest for the night. Claims it was some good pussy.
I took out my phone and absentmindedly checked tumblr. There was a new post on REDACTED. I was thoroughly sedated by the drugs and alcohol, but it still came as a shock.
It was Garrett in front of the mirror in his room. The same blue Hanes underwear were pulled down just like before, draped around his thighs, but this time, it was a picture of his backside. He was standing up normally and the upper half of his body was halfway turned around so that he could snap the photo of his ass. It was the first time I had looked at his ass. He had a small bubble butt, which seemed to fit his slender frame. His face was visible, but there was no cocky smile this time.
The text on the Snap said: "Is this what you wanted to see?"
Apparently not, because beneath it was a second photo. This one had no text. It was taken in the reflection of the same mirror. Except this time he wasn't standing. This time he was on the ground on his hands and knees, butt ass naked. The Hanes underwear were crumpled around his ankles. His ass cheeks were spread and you could clearly see his butthole and thin hairs lining his crack. His balls and that huge cock were visible dangling between his legs. He wasn't hard, but it was thick.
"2/2 Garrett spreading his little straight boy ass. Posted 3 hours ago. 6,313 notes."
I was hard and dying to masturbate. But I was not at home and surrounded by a bunch of dudes.
There was something erotic about sitting there no more than a few feet away from my friends, Garrett's friends. In my inebriated state, I imagined accidentally dropping my phone on the ground where the rest of the guys would no doubt glimpse the photo. What would they have said if they saw Garrett's spread ass cheeks? Why would any straight guy take a picture of his ass? What would cause a sensible straight dude to get down on his hands and knees and spread his ass cheeks to snap a picture of his butthole. Why would anyone do that? Why would Garrett do that?
Because a girl told him to, I guess.
After a few minutes, I went to the bathroom and jerked off. And then again an hour later.