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Normally when I first arrived at school, Roger would be at his locker, which adjoined mine. We would share a few words before starting the drudgery of the day. He wasn't there this morning, nor did I catch sight of him through the morning.
After the previous night when his father stroked off his cock, David and I fled to avoid the potential drama. Now I wondered what may be wrong. Was he too upset to attend school? Was he mad at me? Did he run off? Will he ever return?
When I got to biology class, however, he was quietly sitting in his seat. He was stoic. His face was void of the smile that I so fondly loved. We sat there in silent together, which was exceedingly awkward for me. He snorted, as if trying to hold back tears. Slowly, I peered over and saw one small tear hanging from his eye.
I grab his arm. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
He gave me half the smile that I so yearned for. "It's not your fault."
He offered no tantalizing photo and sat restless through the lecture. Unlike normal, he even kept his book open. Near the end of the class, he leaned closer and asked if I would help him. Of course, I agreed; however, he said it was too complicated to discuss here. From what we previously experienced together, I understood -at least I thought I knew.
That evening we went to his home. We didn't start talking right away. First looked over our notes from school. Eventually, he said, "Boy, that was weird seeing my dad pound my meat."
I agreed.
He continued, "He always has been competitive toward me. He always makes me feel inferior. Yet he is such a loser. I really hate him."
"No, you don't. I don't think it is that simple."
He said I didn't understand.
I disagreed. "There is always some tension between fathers and their sons." After a long pause, I added, "Sometimes sexual tension."
That caught his interest and he inquired about the sexual tension I had with my own father.
I squirmed uneasily and admitted that when I was younger I was highly curious about my father's cock. I added, "When we showered together, I would often try gripping his dick."
"Oh yeah?"
"It was big and uncut. Being cut, I was fascinated with the extra skin."
He grinned. "Just like you like mine!" he exclaimed.
"Well, I was always excited to see it and would try to see it whenever possible." Roger's right eye brow lifted in curiosity. I continued, "It wasn't just the shower. Sometimes I would hide in their closet, because he would routinely exercise in nothing but briefs."
Roger added, "He is a pretty hairy guy."
"Quite hairy," I agreed. "That dark black hair covers his chest. But it was his big bulge that I liked."
He joked, "You gotta keep your eyes on the prize."
"When he finished exercising, he would pose in the mirror, admiring his own physique, including the big bulge. One day I got super lucky. He lowered his briefs and kicked them across the room. He stood there fully naked and without touching, his cock got hard -really hard. My heart beat was loud, like natives drumming a war song. I was excited, yet also terrified. I didn't want to get caught but wanted desperately to see more. He pinched his large nipple and started to stroke. I was mesmerized watching his low-hanging nuts sway with every stroke. He sat on the edge of the bed, continuing to edge his cock. He was obviously in pure enjoyment. He would occasionally stop stroking to play with his ample foreskin, tugging at the loose skin. He held the dick up, as if admiring the immense size. It was huge."
"Like you," Roger added.
"The nuts eventually got tight and his dick appeared to get even bigger before it blew all over."
In curiosity he asked, "And?"
"When he regained his strength, he wrapped a towel around himself and headed toward the shower. Just before he left, he said that he hoped I enjoyed the show."
"Oh, so he knew you were admiring his dick?" he asked rhetorically.
"Well, when I was younger, I would sometimes slyly say I wanted to play with it."
"You were always a horny pervert," Roger added.
"No more of a pervert than you, my friend."
"So you think you know all about my circumstance?" he dryly asked. He pulled down his pants and underwear, standing there before me exposed. Except he somehow wasn't exposed. Beneath his tangle of ginger pubes, his cock was held in some sort of cage.
"What is that?" I inquired.
"It's a cage, a chastity cage."
I stuttered in asking, "Wh wh what it is for?"
"Once you left, my dad and I got into an argument. He said I was too focused on sex and wasn't going to amount to much. I needed to center my life in studies, not wanking. So he put this cage on my cock."
"It prevents you from wanking."
"It prevents me from wanking. It prevents me from getting hard. God, I am so fucking horny. I got used to getting off a few times every day. Now, I'm just agonizingly frustrated. I can't get hard. I can't get off."
I could see the lock, securing the cage in place. "And he has the key, I take it?"
"The bastard won't let me out till my grades improve." We sat there silently, as I was contemplating the gravity of the situation. "That's why I need your help studying, else I will never see my pretty dick again."
It was a pretty dick and I agreed to help him study. I added that I also got off regularly and would go nuts caged. "I have to get off."
"I wish I could!"
While we studied, his father came home. He unceremoniously came into the back bedroom where we were studying. "Hi, Roger," he said. "Glad you're focused on the studies."
"I don't have much choice," Roger babbled out in sarcasm.
"Roger, is this your friend, James, the smart guy, the one that gets good grades?"
I spoke for myself. "Hello, sir. I'm James. How are you?"
"Oh my, and oh so polite," his father added. He smirked with that same seductive grin. "Did Roger tell you of his dire need? Did he tell you about the enclosure of his lack of will power?"
Roger sniped back, "He is up to speed."
He said that he was glad it was working and left the room.
After several minutes, I got up and followed. Roger asked where I was going but I waved him back to his studying. "Don't worry."
I saw him lunging in the living room watching TV. His large feet rested on the coffee table that supported a pile of x-rated magazines. "Mr Schwartz, sir, may I have a word with you?"
"Mr Schwartz sounds so formal. Why don't you call me Tom?"
I noticed a key he fastened onto his necklace. That must be the key I reckoned. "It is easy to argue and fight. But despite what Roger may say, I know he truly loves you."
"So are you here to plead for his release?" he asked.
"No, sir. I am here to say I believe it isn't fair."
"Not fair? Isn't it right to want my son to get good grades? Isn't it right to want him to be engaged in something more than sex?"
"With all due respects, Roger is a fine guy. He is noble and bright and friendly."
"Yes. Yes, he is but..."
Interrupting his thought, I added, "These are your magazines, not Roger's. You focused his thoughts on exciting stimulation by having this. He needs your help, not your punishment."
"Okay, I get it. I was a horrible father." He waved me away. "Go back to your studies."
When I returned to the back bedroom, Roger told me how any conversation with him was futile. "He is just an asshole." We heard the front door slam. "There, I guess he is off to the bar again."
After several hours he returned and knocked on Roger's door, which surprised us since he normally just barges right in. He slowly entered. "Roger, your friend gave me a lot to think about. It has been suggested that I have been a bit perverted ." He seemed uneasy. "I can't expect you to do this if I am unwilling."
Roger looked gratified and relieved. Joy filled his face. "You're going to release me?"
Tom held up a second a cage. "No, I am going to share your confinement." He dropped his pants and pushed his underwear down. His long uncut cock came into view. It was gorgeous. I wanted to reach out and touch the organ that inserted the seed that made Roger. We watched him tuck his balls into a hoop and cradle his magnificent cock into the heavy metal cage. Where the hoop met the cage, he inserted a lock. It snapped shuck. The snap seemed especially final, as if there was no going back. He threw the key to Roger. Before leaving, he added, "We are in this together, Roger."
Speechlessly, Roger held the key. Each controlled the other's possibility of ever getting off. Roger looked at me, "Shit, dude, I now control my father's erections!" Though he wasn't free, he knew with an even playing field he would soon be playing with his own cock again soon.
That night, I stayed over at Roger's. Though he only had a twin bed, Roger was confident there would be enough space for both us.
Lying there I was inebriated with his manly scent. In such close proximity, our bodies couldn't help but touch. Soon we were spooning with his back toward my stomach. My cock, though constrained in the fabric of my underwear, was hard and rubbed against his ass.
"I really want to show you how much I appreciate you," he said, as his hand reached around to touch my hard cock. "I want to thank you." He turned and pulled my cock through the fly, freeing the beast.
As he slowly stroked, I could feel his breath and lips graze gently along my torso. His lips pinched a nipple, then his teeth gently pulled the tit.
"Gentle. Gentle." I whispered sternly.
He giggled softly and continued kissing my chest. I leaned around and kissed his shoulder then his neck. As his head turned, my kisses moved to his checks before finally making contact with his lips, quivering nervously. We pushed together and kissed deeply.
While our lips were still locked in graceful union, he slipped his hand through the fly and ever so gently pulled my nuts out. I cringed knowing the tenderness required to avoid pain; however, his affable and talented hands eased them out effortlessly.
As his hand caressed my manly goods, I softly whispered, "I wish I could play with yours."
"Ssshh," he said and slowly made his way down, forging a trail of kisses. He kissed the head of my cock, then his lips ever so slowly enveloped my cock. He sucked passionately, filling my body with sheer delight. It felt so right, so perfect. He kept me on the edge of passion for nearly half an hour before it culminated in waves of bliss. I could feel my cock pulse and several squirts of semen rushed out and into Roger's mouth. He swallowed eagerly.
Neither of us made another sound. We simply slept peacefully in a warm embrace.