Small No More

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CHAPTER 5 - Travis and Taylor

"DUDE. OPEN THIS DAMN MESSAGE!!"

Taylor, who is normally a super chill, laid back bro is as excited as, well, a seventeen-year-old who feels ecstatic about the fact that his future likely includes an on-demand, in-home daily cocksucker.

He continues, speaking at twice his regular volume and three times his normal speed.

"Dude, he responded to our message in less than five hours. I think we both know what this means. Looks like little Josh-suck-my-dick-like-a-Hoover is ready for action!"

He and I are in my room. We just finished a punishing biceps and triceps workout in the gym that my dad so thoughtfully installed in our home. My phone pinged the minute we got to my room with our post work out protein shake. The alert shows me that there is a new message in the "Small No More" mailbox.

"Dude, don't make me wait any longer. What is in this message?"

I look at Taylor and I cannot keep a straight face. Taylor is a legit jock. He would be the most popular dude in our class if that position hadn't already been taken by me. For years, he has had a reputation on our baseball team as our MVP for high pressure situations. I laugh out loud as I imagine some of our teammates seeing him and the way he is looking at me right now. Shirtless, dressed in work-out shorts only, arms pumped from the brutal workout we completed, begging me with his eyes to read him this message.

I speak up to torture him a bit more.

"Dude, you used to be such a cool kinda dude. The fuck is happening with you?"

I open the message on my laptop. Taylor plops down on the bed as I open what I hope is the latest and greatest cry for help from our tiny dicklet future cock whisperer.

The message is indeed from our favorite boy/future-cocksleeve next door. Josh has filled in the application to be enrolled in our "Natural Alternatives" program. His message states that he is eager to learn "best practices" from us as it relates to "The ethical harvesting of naturally occurring Human Growth Hormone." At the very end of the message, he adds that "time is of the essence" for him, and thanks us in advance for our timely reply.

Taylor speaks up while staring off into space.

"Dude, is he finally going to put those juicy lips on my dick? I don't know whether I can control myself much longer."

I move my laptop a bit closer to me and hit the reply button. I look up at Taylor.

"Dude, hear me out. I have been doing a lot of thinking about this. I think it is time to welcome Josh to the phase of his cum-guzzling journey aka our master plan that is the "FREE JIZZ FOR ALL" phase. You wanna take a guess why this phase is called the "FREE JIZZ FOR ALL" phase?"

Taylor speaks up right away.

"Dude, I know what free means. But I never thought we were gonna charge him to blow us in the first place. Do you mean free like he doesn't have to do any work for it? Are we just gonna leave him a bucket full of cum at his bedroom door?"

I laugh as I visualize Taylor leaving a "bucket full of cum" at Josh's bedroom door. I am a pretty big cummer but filling up a bucket sounds like a challenge even for me. I can tell Taylor does not want to make a serious guess, probably because he already knows that the answer is not what he wants it to be.

I respond. I notice that I am doing the coach voice again.

"You are mostly correct. I mean, no buckets of cum will be left at anyone's door. That said, I have decided that for the first phase of our plan, we are going to provide Josh with our jizz without him having to do any kind of work for it, other than to ask for it politely."

Taylor looks puzzled. When he speaks up, his impatience is audible in his tone.

"Dude, I am not following you. I thought the whole thing about the growth hormone replacement theory was to make him into our cock sucker as soon as possible. Why are we giving him jizz for free when we should be making him work for it?"

I continue.

"First of all, fuck yea we are making him into our personal cock sucker slave. Second, think about this. Based on his porn history, which you uncovered the same day you found out his invisible cock issue, we know that Josh is straight. If we go out guns blazing, or better said, cocks dangling in front of his juicy lips, we know he is gonna bolt!"

Taylor nods slowly, processing what I just said.

I go on.

"Dude, this is all about setting the right short-term and long terms goals. Our long-term goal is his juicy lips on both of our cocks at least once a day. But as of today, he has not swallowed a single drop of our jizz. Our first short term goal needs to be about getting him comfortable with the idea of our cum inside his belly, and we need to make that as easy on him as possible. We don't wanna give him any reason to hit the panic button."

Taylor nods. His normal enthusiastic self is returning.

"Dude, you know I get how you need short-term goals to reach your long-term goals. I mean, look at these guns. They didn't grow this big in one day. It took a lot of short-term lifting goals to build these babies into what they are now."

Taylor illustrates his point by raising his arms up and flexing his biceps. His arms have incredible definition, and him flexing right after we worked out our arms makes for quiet the "welcome to the gun show" moment. I am glad that he seems to be agreeing to my baby steps strategy by connecting my short term versus long term goals to our working out routine.

Taylor continues his ramble. His "let's fucking go" attitude has returned.

"Dude, you are right. So what exactly are you thinking about saying to him, and also, what does this mean for a timeline? I mean, I am in agreement with this approach, but dude, you have to realize, I am so fucking ready to get blown by him, I am afraid I am gonna do something stupid."

There is something in Taylor's voice when he says that last sentence that makes me pause. When I look at his face, I notice that he looks upset, and even a bit guilty. I speak up.

"Dude, are you ok? What do you mean when you say you are afraid of doing something stupid?"

Taylor takes a deep breath.

"Dude, this thing has been making me so fucking horny, and last week, I kinda acted out on that. First, I basically eye fucked him, well, not him obviously, but that round juicy chick ass of his, when he got home from a bike ride. And then yesterday, he and I were in the kitchen at the same time, and he was getting water from the fridge, just when I was passing behind him to get the protein powder from the pantry, and I just you know, rubbed into him kinda."

I am speechless, which is extremely unusual for me. Speechlessness is a condition I often observe in other people. It really doesn't happen to me ever.

I regain my composure, but not fully. I really did not see this one coming.

"Dude. What do you mean when you say you eye fucked him? And whatever the fuck do you mean with kinda rubbing into him???"

Taylor doesn't answer right away. He looks down at his lap like a damn five-year-old-kid who is fessing up to his parents that he stole a cookie from the cookie jar.

"Dude, you gotta come clean with me. What did you do?"

Taylor takes a deep sigh and starts talking. He gets to the point quickly and describes both his back yard "nice ass" incident and the "oops, sorry, I lost my balance while chubbing and I just landed perfectly into your bubble butt" incident in the kitchen. In summary, Taylor confesses to being a stupid I-think-with-my dick-not-my-brain horny dumbass.

I am mad as hell at him for jeopardizing our plan. If Josh starts to suspect anything, he could bolt, and all of our web programming and back and forth messaging and buying all those testing supplies will have been a waste of our time.

Taylor has always been more impulsive than me. He is a literal daredevil who has never in his life turned down a challenge from me. He likes to live on the edge, and he is gonna bust any barriers that are in his way. That said, with this behavior, I wonder whether he is gonna be able to keep it in his pants long enough for our plan to work.

I admonish him, feeling like I am talking to him like his dad instead of his best bud.

"Dude, this is not ok. You commenting on his ass being all round and perfect in the backyard is bad. You grinding your dick up all over his juicy bubble butt is a whole other level. What's next? Are you gonna give him access to my laptop so that he can see who is actually sending him all these messages from Small No More? This is not cool dude, and you gotta cut this shit out."

Taylor sounds genuinely remorseful when he responds.

"Dude, I know, and I am really sorry. I wasn't thinking any of that through. It's just that this whole thing, all these messages to him, and knowing that he is gonna cave eventually, but also knowing we have to wait for weeks and weeks and weeks to finally get his juicy lips on our tools, it's messing with my mind dude."

Well, that goes for the both of us for sure.

Ever since we started our Master Plan with our tiny-cock-having-future-big-cocks-(ours)slurper, Taylor and I have both been wanking our cocks more than we ever did before. We are both becoming kinda obsessed with it. This past week, I was jacking off to my favorite girl on girl porn. It has this scene where the blond chick with the huge tits uses a dildo on the blond chick with the insanely-huge-fuck-how-is-she-even-able-to-keep-her-balance-tits. Before she puts the dildo inside her pussy, the blond chick with the huge tits puts the dildo inside her mouth, getting it coated nicely with her saliva. She really goes to town on it for a bit, sucking, moaning, drooling all over it. I caught myself imagining Josh's juicy lips while watching her be a good little slut and I came faster than ever as soon as I imagined my cock being treated like that instead of that dildo.

Taylor continues.

"Dude, I am really sorry. I promise I will do whatever you tell me to do to make up for this shit."

And there it is again. Time stops. My dick jumps to full attention in less than a second and I have no explanation for it.

Taylor and I have been best buds for just about as long as we have been alive. I have given him hundreds of dares. He has accepted every single one of them. Up until last week, when I dared him to jack off in front of me, not one of these dares had ever had the slightest sexual undertone to them.

But now that we have been scheming together about turning the notorious LDJ (Little Dick Josh) into our personal Flashlight, I find myself wanting to dominate my best bud. I have no idea why or how this is happening in my brain. Actually, I don't think that it is my brain that is driving the action here. What I do know is that my dick is straining against my shorts and that I am so hard it almost hurts.

I look at Taylor's face, and I can tell that he feels super guilty. I can tell he is gonna follow through with his promise. He wants to repent for his sins, and I may just have the job for him to make that happen. A hand job that is.

I speak up, and I am surprised at my tone of voice. It's not loud, or angry. It's forceful. And steady. It has a don't you fucking mess with me quality to it. I don't really know who or what is taking over, but my words are clear and concise.

"You endangered our entire scheme, and you are going to apologize by giving me a handjob. You will jack me off until I blow a load. That is how you are going to say you are sorry."

Taylor looks at me stunned. It is his turn to be speechless. Whatever he was expecting, he did not see this one coming. Which makes two of us. I didn't really see this one coming myself until I said it.

Neither one of us speaks as my request sinks in. Taylor looks at me. His expression is changing from stunned to puzzled. He is completely motionless. I feel a twinge of doubt about the action I just took. Taylor normally doesn't need more than a second or two to make up his mind about anything. This long silence feels nerve wracking.

I take a deep breath and consider speaking up, although I am not sure what I am going to say. Right when I open my mouth, I see Taylor's expression change. The puzzled expression he had a while back is gradually changing into Taylor's famous shit eating grin. I have no idea what is going on until he speaks up.

"Ok. I admit that I fucked up, and it's not cool. I agree that I need to repent, and while I didn't think I would ever seriously consider giving my best friend a fucking handjob, I will go along with your request. I just have one small condition."

I cannot begin to imagine what his demand can be, nor do I think he is in a position to be making demands. I speak up and notice that my voice is not as stern and sure of myself as I sounded earlier. I try to regain control with my response.

"I am glad you agree dude. I don't think you are in a position to make demands given the seriousness of what could have happened if Josh had bolted. That said, I will hear you out cuz you are still my best bud. What is your one condition?"

I can tell that Taylor is working hard at keeping his world-famous shit eating grin from getting bigger.

"Well, here is the deal. If I am going to go through the trouble of wanking you off, I feel like you should show your appreciation for my services by you know, lasting a respectful amount of time. Say fifteen minutes. I mean, that's just showing a dude some basic respect, am I right?"

I cannot believe this. Taylor is not only agreeing with jacking me off, he is adding an endurance challenge to the wank job. I am thinking back to the challenge I gave him last week. He is clearly getting ready to use my words from last week against me. I nod in agreement, and he continues.

"So, I will gladly give you a handjob dude, no big deal at all, as long as we agree that if you cum within the fifteen minute minimum, you owe me a handjob in return for coming too quickly."

I did not see that one coming, or should I say cumming. Taylor just managed to take a legit punishment and turn it into a potential hand job for himself. Thinking on his feet has always been a huge strength for him. And of course, he is hardwired to raise the stakes no matter what the occasion is. That said, I did not think he would come up with this kind of counter proposal this quickly.

I also know that there is no way I can or will say no to this. If I back out of this, I am gonna look like a total loser.

I try to look carefree when I respond.

"Cool dude. That's not a big deal to me. I don't have the hair trigger that we both know you have."

Taylor's grins, not seeming offended at all. He is openly checking out my boner now, which is completely visible through my shorts. I can tell that he feels 100% certain that he can get me off before the fifteen minutes are over.

Taylor speaks up.

"Ok dude. Just let me know when and where you wanna take care of this. I have a feeling you won't last much past five minutes, so it's not like I need to clear my afternoon schedule for this."

Taylor can be a real asshole sometimes, and truth be told, that's one of the many things he and I have in common and like about each other.

"Well, there's no better time to get a nice long handjob than right about now I would say. Let's get this shit going dude."

Taylor nods and continues to play it cool. I know he must be at least a little bit nervous about this. There is absolutely no fucking way that he has ever held another cock in his hands other than his own. I know he feels at least a bit hesitant at this point, but as always, bravado takes the upper hand with him, and he is not showing any kind of second thoughts.

Backing down from a challenge or a dare is not something Taylor has ever done in his life, especially if this challenge or dare was given to him by me.

In other words, other than the poor quality, passionless and rushed hand jobs I have received from the few girls I have been with in this ultra-conservative shithole town, it is starting to look that I am about to get my very first handjob from a dude, who is also my best bud.

I am glad my cock is already totally hard. I am not sure why this matters but as I am contemplating whipping my shorts off, it seems like a good thing for some reason.

Because I am wearing nothing but my shorts, taking them off will leave me buck naked. For a brief second, I consider just lowering them to my knees, but I decide against that. I stand up and whip my shorts and jock off, presenting Taylor, who is still seated on the bed with a close- up view of my throbbing bone.

While Taylor has seen me naked hundreds if not thousands of times before, I don't think he has ever seen my boner from this close up. My cock is a thick hard eight inch cone of teen meat.

Taylor's eyes are trained on my cock. He doesn't seem to be nervous anymore. His expression is more one of curiosity, like a tourist taking in the sights. I notice that he turns his head slightly, like he is sizing up my tool. While I don't think of myself as a mind reader, I am pretty sure he is sizing up my cock against his own. Taylor is almost as hung as me, but where I am a tad over eight inches, he is just a bit under. Also, his pole is not as thick as mine.

I notice my cock throbbing in excitement. There is a slight drop of pre-cum forming on the tip of my dick.

Taylor speaks up. His voice is surprisingly calm. Almost a bit detached, like this is all business, no big deal, nothing to see here.

"Ok dude. So, you wanna sit down, or lie down on your bed?"

Fuck, we are really going to do this.

Taylor gets up to make room for me on the bed. I notice the scent of his sweat as he stands close to me. We are face-to-face, eye-to-eye, and we both know that this is the point of no return. If I lie down on this fucking bed, it will be a matter of seconds before my best bud of 17 years is gonna grab my dick and pump a load out of me.

I hesitate for what feels like several minutes but is probably not more than a second or two in actual time. While Taylor's expression still has a bit of his shit eating grin, I can tell that he is literally holding his breath.

I lower myself onto the bed and lie down on my back without saying another word. Taylor reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the huge bottle of lotion that is there specifically for this purpose and puts a big wad of it on his hands. Hmm, not sure whether I like or hate that. It's definitely gonna feel way better with the lotion, which is great. It's also gonna make it harder for me to last past the fifteen-minute mark though.

Taylor speaks up again, and I all of sudden realize why he is so fucking calm. Game time. Pressure cooker time. Taylor's expression is one of complete focus. I know this expression. It's one of the reasons he is so beloved on the baseball team. No one does as well under pressure as Taylor does. Every win we have ever had that came down to a ninth inning pressure cooker moment was won by Taylor. He is incredible under pressure, and when he goes into the zone, he goes in to win. I realize that my dick is now the object of his hyper-focus. Not so much my dick I guess, just getting me to blow before the fifteen minutes are up. For Taylor, this is about winning. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Ok dude. Why don't we use your phone to set the timer? I am ready to give you the best five minutes of your life."

I wonder whether Taylor was always gonna be this fucking cocky, or whether he benefitted from having me around as a role model to teach him how to become a cocky bastard.

I grab my phone, wondering why Taylor didn't just use his own phone, which he definitely has on him. I set the timer for fifteen minutes. As I lie back down, I try to get a final jab in.

"Dude, just to be clear. You are wanking my cock till I blow, so if I last for thirty minutes, or for forty-five, there's no complaining, right?"

Taylor nods calmly. Too calmly perhaps. The expression on his face doesn't change. He is not worried about wanking me longer than the agreed upon fifteen minutes. He is cocky and confident and ready to go.

Taylor lowers himself down to his knees on the side of the bed. He uses his left elbow to steady himself on the bed, as he reaches for my cock with his right hand, in which he has that big fat glob of lotion.

He's ready to go to work.

"Ok dude, you got your timer set for fifteen minutes?"

I nod, ready to hit the start button.

Taylor continues.

"Ok dude, start the timer, and enjoy the next best five minutes of your life."

As I hit the start button on my phone, I feel Taylor putting the huge blob of lotion on the head of my cock, and seconds later, I feel him spreading the lotion all over my dick. I instinctively close my eyes, I guess I feel a tad self-conscious about watching my bud touch my dick.

Taylor goes to town as soon as the lotion is distributed. He uses easily three times as much lotion on my cock as I normally use, and I am not going to lie, it feels fucking great. He's stroking pretty much all of the shaft, paying extra attention to the head of my dick. It feels incredible.

I squint my eyes for a second, opening them just far enough to see Taylor's facial expression. He seems to be as focused as I have ever seen him. Yep, this is definitely his ninth inning final at bat look. I don't see a hint of worry or disgust or hesitation about the fact that he has his best bud's dick in his hand. The fifteen minute challenge changed everything for him. He is not really giving me a handjob at this point. He is earning a handjob by getting me off quickly. Or so he hopes.

I am about to close my eyes shut again when I notice him fumbling with something in his left hand. I realize it's his phone, and I am confused why he would need his phone right now. For a second I think he is gonna take a pic or video, but then it becomes clear why he grabbed it. After having heard nothing but the squishy sound of his hand stroking my cock, I hear a very familiar moan coming from his phone. It's my favorite blond in my favorite porno. It's cued to the scene that I watch when I want to get off in a hurry. That asshole is totally cheating at this point. He knows that this is my go-to for a quick cum and he knows he is increasing his odds massively by using that soundtrack. I have watched this scene hundreds of times, I don't need to see the vid to know what is happening second by second, moan by moan.

I close my eyes and decide that I am just gonna lay back and enjoy the hmm, massage. Cock massage that is. While there is definitely a huge part of me that wants to win this challenge, and make it last, the truth is that this wank job is feeling in-fucking-credible, and I decide I am gonna enjoy it, no matter what the consequences are.

Speaking of enjoying this, how is this asshole so good at this?

After starting off with fairly long slow strokes, Taylor has started to concentrate more on the head of my cock, and he is stroking faster now. What makes me go crazy already, just a few minutes in, is the way he keeps changing up the pressure of his hand. He keeps alternating between putting firmer pressure with his hand, to then reducing the pressure, but keeping up the pace of the stroking. I cannot believe how great this feels, and listening to the sounds of the vid, I realize that there is no fucking way that I will last the full fifteen minutes. Honestly, I am gonna have a hard time lasting past ten.

I open my eyes one more time and notice that Taylor is raised up tall on his knees now, leaning over my body, giving himself the best possible angle as he is going to town on my cock. Sweat is forming on his forehead, chest and arms. I notice the tip of his tongue briefly escaping his mouth. That's a Taylor focus thing. When he is really focused on something, he does that thing with the tip of his tongue. It comes out for just a few seconds and goes back in just as fast.

His focus is on doing the job. He is going faster now, and I notice that I am bucking my hips up to meet his hand and pace. I cannot believe how great this feels. My dick feels like it is getting harder and harder, and I am starting to feel like I could blow within the next minute or two.

Taylor increases the pressure on my cock as well as the pace, and I feel myself getting close. His hand is meeting the rhythm of the fucking sounds on my phone. I feel his hand squeezing harder, letting go slightly, full on squeeze again. I am going to blow, and Taylor knows it. He increases the speed at which he is jacking me off and starts to really focus on the head of my cock, which is exactly how I get myself off. My nuts draw up as I tense my leg muscles. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK I am about to fucking shoot.

Within seconds of noticing my nuts drawing up, I start to cum. Hard. Taylor keeps jacking me off as I feel rope after rope of thick cum flying out of my cock. I notice just a couple of shots of cum landing on my chest and stomach, which means that I am shooting all over the headboard and mattress. I don't care, I feel fucking great. I moan softly as I notice Taylor giving my dick once last squeeze. My body shudders as a final drop of cum drips out my drained balls. I open my eyes and see Taylor with the biggest grin on his face. I know that I didn't get close to the fifteen minutes and I know that Taylor is very happy with his victory right now.

I feel like I need to speak up or say something. but no words come (or cum I guess) to mind. I guess this is the second time today I am speechless, though this time the reason is a mind-blowing orgasm. Much better than earlier today when I found out about Taylor risking our plan.

Taylor gets up from the floor and heads to the bathroom. I am pretty sure he is gonna wash all that lotion off of his hands. I hear water running at my sink just seconds later, telling me I guessed correctly. I wonder whether he got any of my jizz on his hands. He didn't seem concerned about anything after I blew my load all over the bed (and myself), so I am guessing he did not get any of my baby makers on himself.

I decide I better get to the shower now that I have cum and lotion added to my already sweaty body from the workout earlier. As I sit up, I notice several large strands of jizz dripping down my headboard. Damn, I came a fuck-load.

I get up on my feet, my boner is still completely hard. Taylor comes back into the room from washing his hands right when I start heading to the bathroom. He looks incredibly pleased with himself, and I cannot blame him. Talk about turning a frown upside down. I cannot believe I let him get away with turning his legit punishment into a handjob for himself.

We pass each other and I let him know I am gonna take a quick shower.

Taylor just nods. Once I step into the bathroom and open the shower door, I hear him speak up.

"So Travis, I know you're probably feeling pretty stoked about getting a chance to get your hands on my dick. Just thought I'd let you know that I am free as a bird for the rest of the day, and also tomorrow. You let me know what works in your busy schedule dude."

Damn that cocky asshole.