Date: Sat, 12 Sep 2020 02:05:43 -0500
From: Conor Monaghan <conor.monaghan.writing@gmail.com>
Subject: Garrett's Destruction IV

Garrett's Destruction: IV
LENGTH: 2,894 words

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Warning: This story contains sexual acts between young adult males and/or
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story is not in any way an accurate depiction of reality, and any relations
to real persons or acts are unintentional. This story is fiction.

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IV

I left Hayden's house early the next morning, long before the rest of the
guys woke up, partly because I had plans to play disc golf with Garrett
later in the day, but also because I wanted some alone time with the latest
*REDACTED* update. I couldn't help but notice that it was the most liked
update on the page, ever. It was approaching 15,000 notes.

It was also the most humiliating post in recent memory.

The situation seemed surreal. A month prior, I had never heard of
*REDACTED*. A week prior, I would lay in my bed and masturbate imagining
what Garrett might look like in his underwear, what color they might be,
what his package might look like trapped inside of them. But suddenly,
there was no mystery. I was staring at pictures of his underwear. I was
staring at pictures of his shirtless body. I was staring at pictures of his
fat cock and low-hanging balls and unshaved pubes. I was staring at
pictures of his spread ass cheeks and his tight little butthole.

Had his girlfriend ever seen his asshole? Had anyone ever seen his asshole,
save me and the tens of thousands of followers on tumblr? A man's most
intimate place.

Three orgasms later, my hormones had finally been neutered a bit.

I texted Garrett. I had texted him to confirm plans, to play disc golf
later in the day, but we ended up talking back and forth for a bit. He felt
the need to tell me that he was taking a dump. He told me he was planning
on buying a new online survival video game. He was also hoping to swing
some alone time with Sara in the afternoon. Her parents were gone. Guy
stuff.

I also texted Hayden to remind him that we were going to play. It took
awhile, but I eventually received a response: "Dude, I'm still hungover..."
Followed by: "...but I'm down. I'll text you when I'm on my way so I can
figure out where to meet up with you guys."

I knew I wouldn't hear from him for the rest of the day. He wasn't going to
show up. He can be flaky.

I threw on some boxer briefs, basketball shorts, and a t-shirt. I decided
to walk over to the park instead of drive. It's about a fifteen minute
walk, but it was a nice day outside; 80 degrees, not a cloud in the sky. I
couldn't help but open tumblr again. There were no new posts. The last, of
Garrett, had been uploaded just hours earlier, after all.

Moreover, what would have warranted a follow-up post about Garrett? Every
inch of his naked body was plastered out there for any curious eyes to
see. Where could his conversation (if that's what it was) with *REDACTED*
have gone after that last set of pictures? His entire naked body. His
asshole. She/he/it had taken everything he had to give. Or so I thought, at
the time.

I hoped he had at least gotten to see some pussy and blow a few loads in
the process.  I received a text at almost the exact moment I arrived at the
park.

"Changes of plans man. I can't make it. Sorry."

Garrett. It was strange to receive a text like that from him. The text
would be commonplace coming from someone like Hayden, someone who is a
flake. Hayden was the type of guy who didn't even bother to let you know
that he was flaking out half of the time. But not Garrett. I responded with
a question mark, assuming that I would get a more detailed explanation.

At any rate, I had just spent fifteen minutes walking to the park and I was
now stranded there alone, at least until I gathered up the will to make the
return trek home. The park wasn't too crowded, though there did appear to
be a few people up and about. I sat down at a nearby picnic table and
texted Hayden again, not expecting a response, but hoping to waste time.

My mind was wandering, but my fingers went through the mindless motions:
check Facebook, check Twitter, check Instagram, check tumblr. I snapped
back to reality when I realized that I had received a direct message on
tumblr. A direct message from *REDACTED*.

My heart and mind started racing with possibilities.

It was a link. No pictures. No words. Just a link. I debated whether or not
to click on it. Opening random links from strangers, especially someone
with the résumé of *REDACTED*.  I opened it.

It brought me to a website that I didn't recognize. It was minimal, but
there weren't ads or any immediate red flags. A video started
buffering. After a few seconds, Garrett appeared. I panicked. My first
reaction was to drop the phone, but of course that was irrational panic. He
couldn't see me.

It took me a few moments to process what I was looking at. It was a
livestream. A livestream of someone's computer screen. Whoever it was in a
Skype video call; or as far as I could tell, they were receiving a Skype
video call from Garrett, but weren't actually supplying video back.

Garrett was just staring into the camera smiling. At the bottom right of
the screen, I saw the word LIVE. Was he talking to *REDACTED*? Was this
really happening at that moment?

He appeared to be pacing around holding his phone, recording himself using
the front-facing camera on his phone. I could hear a light wind in the
background. I recognized a familiar landmark behind him, a disc golf
goal. Was Garrett here right now? After he just told me that he couldn't
make it?

Garrett must have reached his destination, because he finally stopped
walking and spun the camera around in a 360 degree arc, as if to show
whoever he was speaking with on the other end of the Skype conversation
where he was. I recognized the spot. He was on a small ridge with a picnic
table adjacent to Hole 2 of the disc golf course.

The camera shook for a few moments and then stabilized with Garrett's body
in unobstructed view. He must have propped his phone up against a branch on
a tree or something similar. The camera was facing the picnic table. The
disc golf course was visible in the background beneath the ridge.

Garrett was wearing tennis shoes, black basketball shorts, and a cotton
tee. He had a huge, goofy smile on his face. God, he looked hot.

"Is this good? Can you see me?" Garrett asked. He appeared to be squinting
into the camera. He must have been reading text from whoever he was talking
to. After a few seconds, he moved closer to the camera, though his body
remained in full view. "Is that better?"

He seemed satisfied, because he stood there with his feet apart, presumably
awaiting further instruction. Then, his arms moved to the hem of his
t-shirt, and he slowly lifted it up and over his head and dropped it
carelessly to the dirt beneath him.

His face still carried the same goofy smile, but I could already tell that
his cheeks were flushed with light embarrassment, which he was doing his
best to mask. He squinted at the camera again and then stood with his feet
approximately two feet apart and his hands crossed behind his head.

He was exposing himself. I had seen his bare chest a hundred times over the
prior few weeks, but there was something much more sensual about seeing it
live, in secretion, in motion, on video. I can't explain it, but it was
erotic.

Let my reiterate that Garrett is a jock, but not your typical jock. He had
a six pack, and I was staring at it then, in the video. His arms were
toned, and his pectorals were so well-developed, and his nipples looked
fantastic, manly but without hair, but he was so lean. Skinnier than
me. And shorter.

Looking at him then, I realized that it was the first time I had ever taken
the time to really notice his armpit hair. It was trimmed short, kept
clean, but it wasn't shaven. There was something intimate about it. It was
like seeing a symbol of his manhood. It was an aphrodisiac. I wondered what
it smelled like. What it tasted like. Had anyone ever put their mouth on
his armpit hair?

I snapped back to reality when he bent over and started untying his tennis
shoes. He tossed them to the side near his t-shirt. He slipped off his
socks and did the same. Then he assumed the position once again, with hands
crossed behind his head.

What was happening?

"Do you like what you see?"

That cocky smile again. It had returned to his face. It appeared as if the
front of his shorts was beginning to tent as well. He looked oversexed. Did
he like this? Did he like stripping in public? Did he like being told what
to do?


He inched closer to the camera to read his phone screen again. He laughed.

"I don't know about that."

He stared at the screen for another moment and then stood back up. He
turned around and scanned the clearing. He seemed suddenly
self-conscious. He turned back to the screen and stared into it. Then his
hands slowly creeped toward the waistband of his shorts. He slid them down
his legs and threw them on top of the growing pile of clothes now sitting
about a yard away.

His eyes darted around once again. Still nervous. He returned to his
position. He was standing upright wearing nothing but a pair of green Hanes
boxer briefs. His hands were crossed behind his head. There was a huge
bulge running down the leg of his underwear and his face was red with
embarrassment.

He looked again towards the phone. Then scanned the clearing a third time.

He repeated his earlier sentiments. "I really don't know."

Then, "Promise you're going to show me your tits?"

Garrett turned suddenly. There was a voice in the background. A group of
three dudes appeared in the distance. They were making their way across the
disc golf course below the ridge, and they were facing the opposite
direction. After peering in their direction for a few moments, Garrett's
eyes returned to the screen. He smiled. His hands moved to his underwear,
his fingers slid under the waistband, and then he slowly slid them down and
hooked them underneath his balls. I figured *REDACTED* was satisfied,
because his hands moved back to his waist. I expected him to pull his
underwear back up, but instead, the opposite happened.

He dropped his boxer briefs to the ground and kicked them to the side.

I couldn't process what was happening. Garrett was standing completely
naked in the middle of a park with his hands his behind his head, so that
she/he/it, not to mention anyone else standing on the clearing or looking
up onto the clearing or walking along the nearby trail, could see him.

If anyone had bothered to look in Garrett's direction, from the field
below, from the clearing he was standing on, or from the dirt trail
adjacent to it, they would have seen a teenager standing there butt naked
with his hands behind his head, purposely exposing his huge erect cock,
hanging down between his legs like a python beneath a forest of thick
pubes. Let me remind you. Garrett was fucking hung. His penis was
circumcised and at least eight inches. It was thick. It was the kind of
think that necessitated heaviness, such that even when he was completely
boned, his meant dangled down low between his legs from the weight
alone. His balls were coated in short brown hair.

I knew for sure then. He wasn't lying about needing Magnum condoms. It was
a monster.

He was too small of a dude to have a cock that huge. But there it was.

He was squinting down at his phone again, with a primitive confusion etched
across his face.

He walked towards the camera and the frame started shaking. He had picked
up his phone and he was on the move again. He held the phone out at arms
length and above his head, so that whoever was on the other end could trace
his movements. He was walking along the trail now. His cheeks were scarlet
with embarrassment. His head rotated in mild panic, but the smile had
returned to his face. His fat cock was visible swinging between his legs at
the bottom of the frame as he walked, and it remained completely hard. He
seemed to walk for a good two minutes, and the journey was filled with
renewed dirty talk.

"Do you like this baby?"

"Do you like seeing me walk around naked? Do you want other people to see
my big dick babe?"

Eventually, he stopped.

"Is this good?"

Apparently. He spun the camera around. He stood at a huge cock staring out
over another ridge. I wasn't familiar with this one. Satisfied, he bent
over and propped up the phone against something, such that the camera had a
full view of the rock, perhaps the trunk of a tree or another rock. A few
seconds later, he was standing in the middle of the frame, facing away from
the camera. He climbed on top of the rock and bent over. His knees were at
the very edge of the rock, such that the bottom of his legs and feet were
hanging off the end. His hands were on the rock. And there it was again on
display. His tight little ass was spread wide, and the camera had a full
view of the almost invisible hairs lining his crack and his tiny little
pink butthole. I recall thinking about how skinny his waist was for a
jock. Tight little ass truly is an appropriate way to describe it. He
looked ready to be fucked.

His hand reached back and took hold of his huge cock and started jerking
it.

Suddenly, I had an idea. I started walking, thought my eyes remained glued
to the screen.

I was incredibly horny, and the tent jutting out from my basketball shorts
was pretty apparent, so I kept one hand in my pocket as I watched to mask
it. I wanted nothing more than to drop my shorts and jerk it, but I
couldn't. I couldn't whip my cock out in public to blow a load.

But that's what Garrett was doing. And I couldn't miss it. I couldn't stop
staring at it. That ass. The brown hair lining his crack. His asshole. The
asshole that no one had ever seen, none of his guy friends, none of his
girlfriends, no one except for me and 10,000 other people.

After a few minutes, I arrived at my destination. I stood and watched the
video in the shade of a nearby tree. I had never watched anyone jerk off
before, especially not from this angle.

He was stroking his cock his both hands now. Each motion was a long journey
up and down that shaft. I couldn't related. Mine just wasn't that huge.

I could tell that he was getting close. His asshole started tensing and
puckering. Then his legs started shaking. Then, I heard his moan through
the camera and saw shots of cum fire out from his cock and land on the
ground beneath him. He shot six or seven times.  He was spent. After he
shot his load, he let his upper body fall onto the rock and relax. He was
still on his knees. He didn't seem concerned with being discovered. His ass
was still sticking up in the air, cheeks spread. His thick cock was hanging
down, beginning to soften. I could see a strand of cum suspended beneath
the tip of his penis dancing with the sunlight.

Then, the stream went black. *REDACTED* had ended the stream.

I gazed down at the ground in front of me. There was a pile of clothes. A
pair of sneakers, some socks, a t-shirt, some black basketball shorts, and
some green Hanes underwear.

It was happening right then.

Not far away from my position, Garrett was bent over a rock ass naked.

I bent over and picked up his clothes and walked home.