Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2024 16:26:31 -0700
From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com>
Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 11

FROM CHAPTER 10

"I can give you another blow job," I said, hoping to sound supportive.

"Those are fun during the week, and great for a quick release, but I'm
building up more and more dude batter in my balls. It just won't do the
trick, you know?"

I nodded.

The beast inside of me beckoned Jared to realize what a good bro I
was. Wanting him to know, I'd do anything for my bro.

He grabbed his nuts for emphasis, and said, "I need more."

At this point, my horny monster had integrated fully into my psyche. This
was me now. A horny teen that loves cock. Sweat covered, big, thick
man-cock in my face and mouth anytime, anywhere.

This realization felt good actually and I wasn't really questioning myself
anymore. After all, Jared and I were buds and he'd already blown his load
on my face, my back and in my mouth. Multiple times now! Clearly my best
bro didn't care that I liked cock. At least to the degree he was aware of.

My embarrassment faded. I was confident from this moment forward anything
sexual in front or with Jared would be fine by me. The more I thought about
it, the more open I became about doing things with Jared's cock. And I was
ready to know how far it would take us.

"I'll do anything, Jared. How can I help?"



CHAPTER 11: Virgin Ass

Jared smirked his perfect smirk at me, then said, "You know, I've been
thinking about that a lot the last couple weeks, Rae Rae."

Oh? Jared thinks of me when we're not hanging out? That's fucking awesome.

He continued, "Yeah, bro. Been thinking about what a bro is really for. In
your case, you and I have really become close dudes. And I love that. Been
nice to have a dude I can just be myself around and isn't gonna freak out
when my dick's in his face or act like a tease, like my girlfriend. Ex-girl
I should say."

"Sorry to hear that." I blurted out. "It means everything that we are bros,
Jared."

"I know, buddy boy." Jared winked at me.

I smiled a little, happy that we were both on the same page. Then he said,
"But bro's got to step it up for each other."

"Of course. As I said, whatever you need."

"I believe you. But remember, I also need my Rae Rae to show me his
commitment."

I nodded again. Resolute in my role in our bro-ness.

He continued, "Then let's start with a hard truth. Aren't you tired of
being a virgin?"

I blushed despite myself; embarrassed he somehow knew I was a virgin. It
was Jared so I couldn't lie, so I nodded in honesty.

"Of course you are, dude. No shame but it's not natural for men like us to
have to wait as long as we have."

"What can I do? Should we both get new girlfriends or hire some hookers?"

"Nah, dude. I'm not trying to waste my time with anymore
classmate-bimbos. Or get a disease from some trashy call girl."

"Oh yeah. That's true. You're always smart about this stuff, Jared."

"Damn right!"

Jared and I moved into the kitchen area. There was a tall island with a bar
stool setup on one side and the rest of the kitchen on the other. I thought
fondly for a second, about the pantry, just over to our left. That fateful
day, Jared and I hid inside it waiting for my dad to leave.

As if right on cue, my dad yelled at his bimbo upstairs.

"Honeybum, please grab my suitcase so we can head out."

Honeybum - what a dumb nickname for her.

Jared and I laughed to each other. My instinct was to hide again, but then
I remembered Jared and I were still fully clothed. So we remained standing
next to the island, listening.

My father appeared from the hallway, carrying his suitcase.

"Hey Son. The two of us are off to Cabo. Don't burn the house down." Then
he noticed Jared standing behind me.

My dad pivoted, "Jared, right?"

Jared jumped in before I could say anything. His firm tone and charismatic
nature turned up to max. "Yes, sir. Nice to meet Rae's dad finally. And
please don't worry, I'll take good care of your boy."

Then he flashed my father that perfect smirk of his. My father nodded -
apparently confident in Jared's words.

Then I felt it. The rough skin of Jared's right hand moving down my lower
back and into the waistband of my running shorts - heading farther south.

Oh fuck - come on! Not NOW, Jared!

"I hope you and your lady enjoy yourselves. Rest assured, I'll keep Rae
here, in line."

At that moment, his bimbo marched into the room filling the space with the
noise of her whining, too much noisy jewelry and a giant rolling suitcase.

"You took too long so I had to lug it down here."

"Sorry, honeybum." my father replied, then looked at Jared a little
embarrassed.

Jared gave him a knowing nod as if to say "good job, dude." My father
smiled a little - more confident.

Meanwhile, Jared's massive fingers had reached my hole. Amidst the clatter
of this Dumb Blonde, he shoved 2 fingers into my ass, right to his favorite
spot. I yelped/groaned as quickly as I could bear.

Fortunately, the parentals didn't notice. UNFORTUNATELY, for me, I was
directly in their eyeline and Jared's fingers were centimeters from my ass
button. Fuck it all!

The counter we were standing by was high enough to hide everything chest
and below, which was really lucky because I was instantly hard and my
running shorts were hiding none of it.

The shakiness of my legs caused me to dip a little and my cock sprang
forward and out of the right leg of my shorts. My cock was now in full view
- the higher part of the counter, the only thing between us and my father
seeing his son in this compromising position.

My father turned back to us and said, "Rae, listen to Jared. He seems like
a great influence on you."

As if to punctuate this. Jared yanked at my shorts, making them fall to the
ground.

There I was bare assed in the kitchen, hoping my father didn't suspect
anything happening.

He dug his fingers a little deeper in my butt, but not quite to my button.

Jared jabbed his fingers again inside me. I squeaked again.

"Son, are you feeling okay?" my father said, looking suspicious.

Jared jabbed me twice more. I tried to respond to my father but I dared not
speak.

Fortunately, the bimbo turned my father's attention away from me. The two
of them started arguing about whatever. Jared meanwhile, kept jabbing at me
- sending me more and more into a state of primal horny beast.

Then the bimbo turned and said something along the lines of "Boys are
boys. They'll be fine but we have to leave now."

I was momentarily relieved because they were going to leave.

But damn it, Jared made this situation even worse ...

He used his left hand to salute my father, saying "We shall hold down the
fort, sir."

"Good lad" my father responded, turning back to us. "Make sure you keep my
boy in line, Jared."

Then Jared used the same hand he used to salute to smack my chest
affectionately, while saying, "I will, Mr. Strokes."

This caused Jared's fingers to move forward in my ass, striking my button
at the perfect angle.

I saw stars.

Cum rocketed from the tip of my cock, blasting the counter in front of
me. Shot after shot streaking across the marble.

Jared turned his head to my ear and said, "Dude, don't be rude, say goodbye
to your dad."

"Bye, dad!" I blurted out, sounding like a total weirdo. It was the most I
dared speak for fear of moaning too much and giving myself away.

"You lads have fun," my father said, as he and the bimbo turned and headed
to the door. He gave her a smack on the ass as they left. I continued to
paint the counter with my load. Jared waved at them with his free hand.

He withdrew his fingers - too quickly, which made me yelp - and then
smacked my ass.

Sweat pouring down my face, I leaned forward recovering from my
orgasm. Jared laughed and said, "Let's go for a run."

I nodded.

Then he said, "Oh but before we go-"

He placed a glass of gatorade on the counter near my load. I looked up at
him afraid of what I was meant to do. Jared tilted his head sideways in a
"duh" kind of way. "Come on, dude. Gotta hydrate and get some protein in
you."

I lowered my head in defeat. Not my own load again!

I scoped up my cum off the counter, dumping it into the glass and then
stirred it around to mix in with the gatorade.

I leaned my head back and gulped it down as quickly as possible - desperate
not to think about my own load going into me again. Fuck it's so wrong.

Oh well.

I finished the glass, dropped it in the sink.

"Good job, bro." Jared said. Then he and I headed out for a run.



* * *

Thankfully, nothing happened on the run, aside from some uncomfortable
chaffing of my cock, due to my continued lack of underwear.

Well, one small thing did. 5 kilometers in, Jared and I stopped at a hot
dog cart. He dared me to see how far I could get the hot dog into my mouth
without choking. Turns out -- almost a whole footlong. I did gag though.

We laughed about it during the rest of the run.

We came back to my place. Jared raided the pantry for a snack while I went
upstairs to take a shower.

All washed up, I came back to my room to find Jared in my closet.

"Good job, dude. Some might have broken the pack by going out and getting
themselves some new undies. But here you are, still waiting on your bro to
give them to you."

I saluted him. "I told you I'd be true to my bro."

"Damn right you will be." he said. Then he went to his bag and pulled
something out. "You deserve a reward for being so good this week."

He plopped a package down on my bed. I eagerly opened it.

It was a pack of brand new boxer briefs. These really nice ones with racing
stripes down the sides and a cut that was more "athletic."

"Try them on, Rae Rae."

I grabbed one of the pairs and went to my closet to put them on. I removed
my towel but then thought, Jared's seen me naked, so what am I doing hiding
while I change?

So I came back out and bent over to slip them on. It gave Jared another
view of my ass. I pulled them up -- a little tighter than I'm used to. They
really hugged every curve of me -- my package really compressed in the
fabric which I guessed was to help hide any boners. My ass looked really
plump.

I moved around a bit enjoying the feel of them, and letting Jared admire
them on me. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up.

"One more gift."

"Jared, you really don't have to."

"Nah, dude. It's important. It's time you started picturing yourself as
part of the team. So for the rest of the night, I dare you to wear only
those and this.

He pulled his footie jersey from his bag and tossed it to me. I blushed. I
could tell he hadn't washed it cause it had the faint scent of sweaty Jared
on it. (Yes, I know what that smells like, his cock has been shoved in my
mouth many times now).

I pulled it on, over my bare chest, feeling like I was a star footie
player. It was a size too big for me, but it was so comfortable.

Plus, I felt like wearing it was a declaration that I was on his team. Or a
part of Jared's inner circle. So cool!

I looked at myself in front of the mirror. I seemed like a proper footie
player. An all star sport jock. One of the guys. And he was the one that
was getting me here.

"Jared, you're the best. I'm honored to wear this all night."

I strutted around the room for a few minutes in pure glee. Jared watched,
admiring his handy work.

Then he stood up, and leapt at me and we got into another wrestling
match. Rolling around my room trying to best each other.

Moments later, Jared slammed me down onto my bed and pinned me in place. I
wrapped my legs around his midsection trying to get up. Jared pressed his
rock hard body into me and brought his face right up into mine, nose to
nose, staring into my eyes. He rammed his crotch into me like he was
fucking something.

My body surrendered to him. I thought it was good that my father was away
because if he came in, it would look like Jared was gonna fuck me. HAHA!

Anyway, Jared kept the intensity of the stare. I softened into him allowing
him to show his dominance over me. When it seemed like I had completely
submitted to him he withdrew a little and he reached up to tussle my
hair. Then he grabbed my ass with his hand and grunted.

I smiled up at him and said, "Yeah, yeah. You win again."

"Don't ever forget it." he bragged, " I own you."

I nodded. Jared barked, "Say it!"

"You own me!" I called out.

Somehow the words came out of me very proud. Maybe I shouldn't be proud I
just said I belonged to a guy but I don't care - it's Jared.

"Good boy." he said, and patted the side of my face affectionately.

I smiled.

We spent the next couple of hours eating dinner, watching a couple tv shows
and generally goofing off around the house. Jared didn't really do anything
sexual or dare me - though he did grab my ass or smack it around quite a
bit. I guess he couldn't ignore how good I looked in my new trunks.

Around midnight, we ended up in my room again.

I let Jared mess around on my phone, while I cleared the stuff off my
bed. Suddenly, something occurred to me, so I asked, "Jared, did you want
to sleep in my dad's room tonight."

I admit I didn't want him to, but I have to ask so he doesn't think I want
him to sleep in my bed.

"You trying to kick me out of your bed, Rae Rae?"

"No, of course not."

"Is it uncomfortable to have me here?" he said and plopped down on my bed.

"No, no. It's fine."

"Oh well, if you're that indifferent, I'll head out."

"No, Jared, please. I want you to." Oh shit. Was I giving myself away?

Jared stood up and got really close to me again. His hot breath in my face
and his crotch pressed up against mine. A dominant whisper from his lips as
he pierced my soul with his stare, "Want me to what? Just say what you want
bro. Stop hiding from me."

"I want you to sleep in here." I said, also in a whisper but much more
timid.

"In here?"

"Yeah, you know..."

"Nah, I don't know. Better own up, buddy."

"I want you to be in here. In my bed."

I thought I was admitting too much. Thought that even after all this time
that it would make Jared fear what he was to me. It felt like I was
crossing a line - which, I know, it doesn't make sense given what we've
done together.

"Cool, cool." Jared finally said, and smacked my ass twice with his
hand. He looked down and considered for a moment, before continuing, "Wow,
dude. We gotta fix these."

"Huh?"

"You're not wearing them properly." he continued and squatted in front of
me so he was sitting on the edge of my bed.

Jared began to adjust the way my new underwear were on my body. First,
adjusting the height of the waistband so it rode a little lower - making
the top of my ass, just shy of sticking out. Then he played with the legs a
bit, making them ride up, I'm assuming to show off my thighs more. He often
leaned back to admire his work. I just went with it.

Next, he took his big, manly hands and began to fondle my waist, thighs and
abs. Taking his time to consider my form. I was only half-hard but my cock
was already a hose of precum. I didn't say anything. But I caught Jared's
eye for a sec, he smirked at me and then winked.

"You're really shaping up, dude. Gonna look great by next season."

"Thanks," I said. Best compliment - ever!

"Do a spin."

I turned around slowly as Jared admired the look of me in my tight,
front-now-wet trunks. He took particular time to check out my ass. I knew
that meant I was right before -- my ass looked great in these. He even
reached up and cupped my butt with both hands to look at the way the fabric
accentuated my globes.

"Alright, you're good."

He smacked my ass again, hard and watched it ripple across my cheeks.

Jared's phone rang and I practically leapt across my room.

He jumped up and grabbed it, answering.

"What's up, Sean?" Jared said, and put his phone on speaker. Then he set it
down on my bedside table. "Over at Rae's. Say hey to my bud."

"Yo, Rae. You joining up?"

"Uh, not sure. Still working on my drills."

"Don't wait too long. Team really needs someone like you."

"Wow, thanks." I replied.

Sean continued, "Jared, did you see the match today? Fucking brutal."

Jared replied and they dove into a conversation about the world cup game
earlier that afternoon. I sort of just stood around not really knowing
where to go or what to do with myself.

Then Jared gestured for me to come over to him. Which I did. He raised a
finger to his mouth, showing me I should remain quiet. I nodded.

He turned me around and then got behind me. I could feel his warmth and
hard body press up against me. And by hard body, I mean I could feel his
cock thru his shorts up against my ass.

He put his hand in front of my face and softly whispered, "Spit" into my
ear. So I spit a bunch of saliva into his palm not really asking what he
wanted it for.

Oh shit! He is going to finger me again.

I heard him rustling behind me and could hear him moving my spit around on
his hand. Then his dry hand grabbed the back of my trunks and pulled them
down, exposing my ass.

Oh shit, better brace myself for another silent orgasm.

I breathed out slowly and calmly as two, wet fingers, placed themselves at
my hole.

"Ready?" Jared whispered.

I nodded.

Not a second later I felt his huge fingers popping into my ass. Tingling
pain from my tightness enveloped my insides.

Jared went back to his conversation with Sean. I kept breathing as Jared's
fingers stretched out my hole and the immediate inside of me.

Jared didn't proceed any further though. I could feel him centimeters from
my button but still he went no further.

About 5 minutes later, he added a third finger. It further stretched my
insides, but at this point, I was too horny to care.

My entire being became a raging hornball.

Five minutes after the triple, he pulled them out again, and I sweated the
thought of him doing four fingers.

I was sweating, hard and leaking prefuck into the front of my shorts.

Then Jared positioned a larger finger at my entrance (had to be his thumb)
and pressed it in. Felt way bigger actually in me but at least it was nice
and wet with my spit.

"Enjoying yourself?" Jared said, pulling his mouth against my ear and
softly blowing into it.

"Yes." I groaned, my voice almost breaking from how this felt.

Sean and Jared chatted for what felt like an eternity while I remained in
this position. Every now and then, I'd relax a bit but Jared would reignite
my fire by stabbing my insides with his thumb.

In fairness to me, when I looked at the wall clock, it was 12:46am. So
Jared had been inside me for over 35 minutes. Talk about a finger fuck
fest.

I also appreciate that he asked for my spit because usually he just goes in
dry. I was enjoying the moist feeling of him in my ass -- much better than
the rough, dry fingers I usually got.

Of course, Jared had never put his thumb in me before and I have to say its
size made it far more uncomfortable than the two I'm used to. Even more
than the three fingers for some reason.

Fortunately, the time had allowed me to really stretch out for him - by the
end of their phone play by play, I was no longer in any pain. Which was
also good because everytime I thought I'd relaxed enough Jared would wiggle
it around and practically explode from the simulation.

Finally, Jared turned to his phone. "Alright, Sean. Nice chatting but I've
got to get Rae here to bed."

"No worries, mate." Sean replied.

Jared watched the call disappear from his phone screen. Then turned his
attention back to me.

"Rae, it means the world to me that you like this. You're better than any
girl I've ever dated and the best bro a guy can ask for."

I let my guard down in my reply, "Jared, it means the world to me that
we're friends."

"Hell yeah, Rae Rae."

I smiled, happier than I've ever been. His finger twitched inside of
me. Except it wasn't his thumb in my ass, it was the head of his cock.

Jared's dick was in my ass.



To be continued