Garrett's Destruction: V LENGTH: 1,835 words
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V
Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting on my bed. I opened up tumblr, but there was nothing new.
On the way home, I had dropped Garrett's shoes, shorts, and t-shirt in a dumpster. His underwear were sitting in my lap. I had spent months obsessing over fleeting glimpses of his underwear, these underwear, thinking back and regretting all the wasted opportunities over the years where I might have had to look at them.
I imagined the life of Garrett's underwear. Garrett had woken up earlier that morning. Maybe he masturbated and blew a load while still lying in bed, got up, took a dump, and hopped in the shower. He probably stayed in the shower for a long time, basking in the scalding heat. Then, he got out, dried himself and finally slipped the underwear on. Or maybe he had done all of that, except without showering. Maybe it was the same pair of underwear that he had worn to bed the night before.
Then he made the trek from his home to the park. It was fairly warm outside, so he probably sweat along the way. Then, he got the park. And he started stripping. Not one hour before then, the underwear sitting in my lap had been the only article of clothing on Garrett's body as he stood on the clearing, the only thing shielding his cock and balls and pubes and ass from being exposed. How many people were watching him at that moment on the stream, when he was wearing nothing but a pair of underwear? And then the underwear were on the ground.
And then they were sitting in my lap.
I lifted them up delicately by the waistband and brought them up to my face. I couldn't resist. I smelled the inside, the part that held his package, and then the part which packaged his ass. They smelled like sweat and musk. Not in a bad way. It was intoxicating. It was erotic. That was the smell of his cock. The smell of his ass.
The smell of a straight boy.
I shot a load all over my stomach with Garrett's underwear draped over my face.
I cleaned myself off and picked up my phone. I texted Garrett's girlfriend, Sara.
"What are you and Garrett doing? Me and him were supposed to play disc golf today."
She responded almost instantly. "He told me he was with you right now..."
I read the text and hopped in the shower.
I don't know why I did it. I don't know why I submitted Garrett to REDACTED. I don't know why I opened that link from a stranger earlier this morning. I don't know why I continued watching once I opened the video, how I could watch Garrett's humiliation. I don't know why I took Garrett's clothes. Or why I texted Sara.
But I did know that pictures of Garrett's naked body were online for anyone to see. Thousands of people were staring at him stand in front of his mirror with that cocky grin and that big thick cock hanging between his legs. People were staring at him bent over on his hands and knees with his ass spread like he was ready to get fucked. His girlfriend knew that he was lying to her.
Meanwhile he was stranded in a park twenty minutes away from home ass naked. His clothes were in a dumpster somewhere. His underwear were sitting underneath my bed. And I had just blown a load to the smell of his ass.
I wondered how he would get home. I thought about texting him.
Instead, I texted Hayden. "Still want to chill?"
Monday was uneventful. The day just kind of melted away. The first thing I recall from that day was walking into sixth period and encountering Garrett for the first time in person since the video. He was wearing slim fit jeans and a t-shirt. I stripped him with my mind. There was no need to wear clothes around me anymore, Garrett. I have memorized every inch of your naked body. Your nipples. Those toned pectorals. Your trimmed armpit hair. Your six pack. That manicured happy trail leading down into your underwear. Were you wearing your blue boxers? Hanes etched in the waistband. I know what your slender frame looks looks like, naked and bent over. I have spent more staring at your spread ass cheeks and tight little asshole and the brown hairs circling the rim than you have.
"What happened yesterday dude? You flaked."
The offhand comment seemed to unsettle him for a moment. He looked mildly embarrassed and avoided eye contact while he concocted a lie.
"Sorry about that, man. Sara asked me to come over. Her parents were out. You know how it goes."
He tried to tack on that smile at the end. That cocky smile. But it looked artificial.
"Did you get laid?" I asked
"What do you think?" he said with a smile.
That was the last time we ever spoke about that day.
The rest of the week passed with the same air of uneventfulness. On Thursday, I met up with Hayden after soccer practice. The plan was to go on a first official double date: he and Chelsea; me and Valerie. Hayden had been pushing me to get together with Valerie ever since our last lunch encounter though whether that was because he had already banged her and wanted me to get sloppy seconds or because she was good friends with Chelsea, who he was now banging, I can't say for sure.
I wandered into the school locker room to find him. He wasn't answering my text messages. Most of the guys were gone and the locker room was largely abandoned; Garrett wasn't around. I finally found Hayden in one of the aisles changing. He was wearing a pair of black Polo Ralph Lauren boxer briefs and t-shirt. They fit him well.
It vaguely occurred to me that he was in the process of changing out of his soccer clothes and back into the clothes he wore to school; but that he shared one pair of underwear between the two outfits. I wondered what they smelled like.
"Hey dude," I said.
We had dinner at a burger joint. It was fun. Later on, the "couples" split up and went their separate ways. Valerie and I ended up going to the movies. During the movie, she slid her hand into my pants and started jerking me off. I kissed her. She unbuttoned my pants and latched the waistband of my briefs under my balls and went down on me. I had no interest in her or any other girl, so I imagined Garrett's mouth on my cock.
Valerie pulled off to whisper in my year. "I love your big dick. It's so much bigger than Hayden's."
I don't know what prompted her to say that. I wasn't the type of guy to brag about my dick. I have a nice dick. It's about six inches and girthier than most. But if I were to stand side-by-side with someone like Garrett, who was a few inches shorter than me and leaner, my cock would have looked inadequate. I had a teenager's cock. Garrett had a man's cock. But to hear that my dick was "much bigger" than Hayden's much bigger than my best friend's cock, the 6'2'' All-American blonde hair blue eyed jock sex god, Hayden who got laid every other day, who bragged endlessly about how girls loved tonguing his balls and bouncing up and down on his big cock, to hear that I was "much bigger" than him, to hear it from a girl who had had both in her mouth, who had probably ridden Hayden's cock a dozen times or more, to know that every time Hayden sat there and bragged, a cock smaller than mine was sitting there hidden inside his boxer briefs, that turned me on. It drove me crazy.
I shot my load.
Later that night, I checked tumblr. At the top of the page was a new video. The video. The video from the park. The video of Garrett. I watched it for the first time in a week. I watched Garrett standing there in the underwear that were sitting at that moment underneath my bed. I watched him drop his underwear and expose himself on the ridge. I watched him walk the trail nude and I watched his naked ass get down on his hands and knees and I watched his tight little hole quiver between those stretched ass cheeks as he blew his load and I blew mine.
I scrolled down. There wasn't even a comment accompanying the video. Instead, there was a picture beneath it. A Snap. It was taken near the picnic table where he left his clothes. It was a picture of the ground where he had left his clothes. Except they weren't there. You could see Garrett's penis hanging down at the bottom of the picture, suspended beneath his pubes. His penis was soft.
There was text written across the picture: "What the fuck my clothes are gone"
I smiled.
That Friday, I went to a party with the guys. Me, Hayden, Garrett, Bryce--pretty much the whole crew. Hayden went to parties the most frequently, and I went sometimes, but it was pretty rare for Garrett to make it out to one, so it was a special occasion of sorts. Like I said, Garrett just wasn't that type of guy most of the time. He was a dude's dude, but not a partier, not the All-American boy. It was refreshing to see him drink.
We all drank. I was tipsy by ten o'clock. No, I was drunk. Garrett did a keg stand. I watched him being held upside down by Hayden and Bryce. His shirt rolled up, revealing his toned upper body and chest. I could see the waistband of his underwear. They were Calvin Klein. A month ago, the sight of that waistband would have been enough to send me the bathroom to jerk off. But I'd seen it all now.
Valerie and Chelsea showed up around eleven. Luckily, Sara was there too, so Garrett had someone to keep him occupied. Bryce is the kind guy that gets drunk and just talks to whoever will listen. Hayden dragged me over so that we could make drunken small talk with Valerie and Chelsea. Half an hour later, he was in a bedroom with Chelsea, and Valerie and I were sitting in my car parked down the street from the party. She gave me head, and then I fucked her. Hayden had slipped me a condom just before the girls arrived.
By the time we finished, the guys were gone. I figured they all probably headed back to someone's house to crash, but I decided to just head home. I passed out almost immediately.
But Garrett had a long night. I found that out the next morning.
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