Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2023 16:41:49 -0700
From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com>
Subject: Title: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 2

Jared sat back down on my bed, his chest glistening with a bit of sweat. He
sighed, then said, "Next step -- Trust. If you can't trust your bro, who
can you?"

"Yeah. I trust you, Jared." I said, stumbling for his approval.

"I don't know. Did you bring me all of them?"

"Ugh..." Not knowing what to do and afraid to disappoint him.

"Don't make me ask again. And don't lie to me. Ever."

Fuck. I nodded at him and he joined in, nodding also. Then he looked at me
like "well?" I turned and headed back into the closet. I reached up and
grabbed the two things I'd hidden before. Holding the speedo in one hand
and the jock strap in another, I shamefully, but obediently headed out of
the closet to give them to Jared.

"Dudes don't lie to each other." Jared said, shaming me as I came out of
the closet believing I was holding the two most embarrassing things anyone
could have.

"I'm sorry. You're a friend just trying to help me -- I shouldn't lie to
you." Jared brushed it off and looked at them in my hands like prizes in a
game show. His eyes flashed with a look that scared me a little, then it
went away.

"I didn't know you were a swimmer." He said, shifting my discomfort. "That
explains why you have such great glutes."

"Thanks." I said grinning, feeling a little bit better or maybe just
distracted from my situation. I spread my arms apart so he could see each
of them.

Jared surveyed them for a minute then pointed saying, "Wear those. And put
the others in my backpack."

CHAPTER 2

I was back in the closet because the idea of changing in front of Jared was
too embarrassing. It makes no sense given I'm about to do a strip tease in
front of him. It's not as if I haven't changed in front of guys before, but
never in less than some baggy boxers. So yeah, this was different.

Having peeled off my t-shirt and jeans, I sighed as I removed the dark blue
trunks - the ones from my hamper, the same ones I'd thrown on only moments
ago. I noticed the crotch in them was wet with pre-cum and used them to
wipe off my dick and pubes. Then I chucked them back into the hamper, now
very wet. I won't be able to wear those again.

I reached down to grab the underwear Jared had picked for me. The jockstrap
from my cross country days. I leaned over, slowly pulling them up over my
well developed legs. I managed to tuck my dick and balls into the front
pouch. It had a bit of an allowance for a cup - but being that it was two
sizes too small, my package filled every inch. Glad I'm more of a grower
than a shower. I felt my balls strain against its fabric cage but it fit -
at least Jared wouldn't be able to see my dick.

 I struggled to pull the waistband up over my ass. Maybe I need to stop
doing squats. I pulled and squeezed my ass, until it finally went up and
over my globes. I jostled, and fell forward landing in a heap of laundry on
the floor.

"You okay in there?" Jared called from my bedroom.

"I'm fine. A little more time." I whined, realizing how much more
compressed my balls were when I sat down or just wasn't standing.

"Okay. For the outer layers I want shorts that show off the form and a
button up shirt to keep it fancy." Jared replied. A domineering tone to his
voice.

"Yes, of course." I said. Wow, I was being obedient. Again, no idea why
aside from wanting Jared's approval.

I pulled myself up and looked around. Couldn't tell you why but the shorts
I chose were also from my cross country track uniform. A little faded and a
couple of small tears in the seams but since they were originally baggy, I
figured they'd show my thighs off well enough now. I put them on, having a
much easier time of pulling them up over my buns.

At the top of my thigh, I got a look at myself in the mirror again. Wow,
the straps on the jockstrap pushed my ass up so it looked even bigger. Not
to mention how the tightness of them defined my ass. I smiled to
myself. All those sports paid off in some way. I saw my stomach. No
washboard abs for me but my cum gutters perfectly ended at the top of the
jock's waistband. Very aesthetically pleasing - although thinking about
this made me feel more gay.

I finished pulling up the running shorts which were tight enough to give me
a bulge up front and to accentuate my butt. You could even see hints of the
straps along the sides of my ass through the meshy fabric.

"Hurry up, dude. It can't take this long for you to complete a dare." Jared
called out.

"Sorry. One sec!"

I looked around for a dress shirt seeing only one - the dress shirt from
earlier.

"Be out here in 5 seconds or you lose the dare." Jared said and then
started counting down.

I panicked and grabbed the shirt off the hanger, putting it on. I buttoned
it as fast as possible while heading out of the closet. I swung open the
closet door and then remembered what I'd done to this shirt earlier. Oh no.

"Finally! You're not gonna take this long again." Jared said, once again
asserting his authority.

A warm, sticky sensation tingled its way across my chest, stomach and down
my back. My jizz was now all over my upper body. But it was too late to
pick something else. I was already out of the closet, so I tried to ignore
the skin crawling feeling of slimy pre-cum as I walked out into the middle
of my bedroom. I also tried to ignore how turned on it made me knowing a
lot of me was covered in pre-cum.

There I stood in my cummy dress shirt, athletic shorts and bare feet
waiting for my next instructions. And hoping that Jared couldn't see the
jizz through my shirt.

Jared moved to the end of the bed unknowingly flexing as he did. I moved up
to stand in front of him and was now close enough to catch a whiff of his
scent. Something else I realized I had noticed about him before when we
were around each other. The distinct musk a dude has, especially after a
day of being a jock.

He motioned for me to do a 180, which I did. He nodded approvingly and I
got excited for the praise. I'd picked the right outfit. Should make up for
my poor choice of underwear earlier.

He got up and walked out of my room. I followed him - a little scared - to
our open living room/kitchen combination.

"Alright, dare time - Start dancing buddy boy."

I'd never done anything like this before so I just started moving my legs
and hips a bit.

"No dude. Sexy - Like a girl stripper. Do it right or you don't get credit
for the dare and you have to do a double dare."

"What's a double dare?" I asked. Still moving, I began to think about
strippers I'd seen in porn or on TV.

"Double dare means higher stakes and you can't say no. Basically, if you
wuss out on a dare you take the risk of having greater consequences."

"Got it." I said, while moving sluttier and rubbing my hands on parts of my
body - legs, thighs, neck. And I moved around the living room more and more
getting in touch with my inner stripper.

I went to rub my chest. I never finished buttoning the top of my shirt, so
I could easily reach inside to my pecs. I went to rub my chest and shit!
I'd almost forgotten there was sticky jizz all over my chest. Apparently,
the bulk of what I'd wiped off was on this part of my shirt because my
whole hand was slick with it from that little bit of contact.

Jared watched me sternly, as if calculating a score to award me. He spoke
again, "Not bad, keep it up. And run your hand through your hair, messing
it up a little."

"Thanks. The tips help a lot." I replied, my brain excited that it might be
going well by his standards.

I pressed my back up against the kitchen counter and reached my hand up,
fully embracing this experience and rain my fingers from the front all the
way through my hair. The pre-cum on my hand made it look like I was using
gel and not only did I achieve the requested messing it up a little, but
now I also had some random pieces sticking up.

Jared liked this, "Dude, your sweat or whatever that is looks awesome in
your hair - like a model."

Hell yes. Look how good I was doing. And most importantly Jared was
pleased. My cock twitched -- Was I turned on? It was just a harmless dare
but something deep in me was stirring. And oh god my balls hurt. Both from
swelling a bit and being crushed by the jockstrap I was wearing. I hope to
god Jared didn't notice! No way could I be horny like this in front of
another dude.

My thoughts were interrupted by the faint but present sound of the front
door of the house opening. Jared and I both froze, as if somehow it would
make us invisible to whomever had come in -- such dorks!

We remained still, trying not to make a sound. Jared pressed a finger to
his lips, stood up, ran over to me and placed his hands on my waist (my
dick jumped again - ouch, my balls) and then maneuvered me over to the
pantry.

We leapt inside, leaving it slightly ajar. And squeezed our bodies into one
another in the very cramped pantry closet.

We peered through the door crack - Jared behind me, extremely close, so
much so that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. This sent
chills up and down my body. I felt his hands softly stroke my lower back
before coming to rest there.

We looked out to see my father come in and head to his bedroom. Shortly
after him this hot but dumb looking blonde woman came into the living room
and sat down on the same couch Jared was just sitting on.

Jared got even closer to me and whispered, "Fuck she is hot," into my
ear. I felt his body press against mine. He shifted a little and I felt his
package nestle itself into the bottom of my ass crack.

I fidgetted a little - thinking Jared would think I'm gay for letting him
do that. But wait, he probably didn't even notice. Obviously, this bimbo is
just getting him a little excited and after all, it's not his fault that my
butt is so big. It's the only place he can stand to see the view and his
closeness to me is probably just a sign that we are just two dudes -
nothing to fear.

I relaxed a little but also realized my dick was reacting again. Either the
hot woman outside or the firm, semi erect package in my butt was making my
dick twitch with horniness. Sweat poured down my back and chest mixing with
the precum and pooling in different spots. This also made me stickier but I
had to keep it together. I didn't want Jared to figure out what was all
over my shirt and body. Oh god and hair too - I'm such a mess.

We stayed in our respective positions for what to me felt like
hours. Hoping that one of them wasn't going to discover our hiding place.

The hot blonde was too distracting, at least for Jared. I became transfixed
on the feeling of his clothed cock on my crack. It felt girthy with a nice
plump head. And I wondered what his balls were like - Shit. Why the fuck am
I thinking about that instead of this chick outside. Maybe I am gay? At
least for Jared. Or maybe I'm just a dude appreciating another dude's
manhood. Oh fuck, my balls are wet and sticky, which means my dick must be
leaking again.

My father reappeared - carrying an overnight bag. He kissed the blonde, and
helped her off the couch. Her boobs jostled around as she got up, causing
Jared's dick to twitch against my ass. I could feel the head of it expand
against my hole - I wondered what it would feel like without the shorts
between us.

My father and his bimbo walked back to the front door, we heard it open and
then close behind them.

"Your dad is such a stud," Jared said.

A split second later, my father came back into the house yelling he had
forgotten something. He walked right in front of the door we were hiding
behind. His dick was still expanding in my ass crack and I cooed a
little. Jared clapped his hand over my mouth. My father hesitated for a
second, we remained as frozen as possible. Then he grabbed something off
the counter, turned and headed back out.

The front door slammed again. Jared grabbed my ass and pushed me forward
indicating we could venture out of our hiding place. So we emerged. Jared
walked around the house to the front window, watching them speed away in my
father's sports car.

Jared came back into the living room.

"Nice!" Jared shouted, grabbing me and tossing me back into the center of
the room. "No parentals tonight! Now we can really have some fun."

I smiled too. And also wondered what fun he had in mind.

Jared turned on some music and told me to get back into it. I followed his
orders. He had me do a strange mix of contemporary and ballet that we'd
learned at Footie practice. More to see my body move as I performed
extensions. I could feel my ass strain against the straps of my
underwear. I was also grateful for the micro-fibre cloth of my jock pouch
because though it didn't breathe, it sure kept in all this pre-fuck I was
pooling inside of it.

I moved around the room, pausing a couple times to turn away from him to
show him the quality of my legs and you know, assets. Then I slowly
unbuttoned my shirt so only the bottom 2 buttons remained clasped and then
danced around a bit more. Jared acted casual this whole time, but I
wondered if I was secretly making him really horny. Maybe his girlfriend
did this for him and I was helping him by being like her.

He yawned. "Alright, I can tell you're really into it, so you get the
double dare."

"What? I'm totally into-" I stopped myself. I didn't want to seem too into
stripping for my best friend. "Damn it. I guess I'll never be as good at
this as your girlfriend."

"Probably not." Jared laughed and adjusted his package a little. "Here's
the DD: Let's go build a fire on your patio and hang out. Only you aren't
allowed shorts for the rest of the night."

Shit. But also not terrible considering it's a double dare. I suppose he
could've given me something much worse and I would have to do it. I hope I
can get over the embarrassment of Jared seeing my bare ass.

He replied, "Okay I'll do it. But that means it's my turn to dare you,
right?"

Jared nodded. And then stood up right in front of me. He stared me down,
waiting for me to do something.

"Oh sorry!" I blurted out. What an idiot I am.

I reached for the waistband of my shorts, hooked my fingers into them and
started taking them off right in front of Jared. With every inch of my
exposed skin I let go of a lifetime of privacy and swallowed any
embarrassment. No one since I was a baby had seen my ass and certainly not
my best guy friend. But Jared was cool, so I was just gonna have to get
used to the idea of him seeing me bare assed.

As my shorts reached my ankles, my ass sticking up - fully on display while
Jared stood beside me, I paused a little afraid to pull them all the way
off.

"Come on dude. Too slow!" Jared reached down and grabbed my shorts -
yanking them from my feet. I fell forward into the couch, my ass now spread
open in perfect view of Jared. He pulled my shorts completely off - I heard
a rip and saw that the right and left seams had ripped down the
sides. Otherwise the shorts were miraculously intact. He disappeared back
to my room for a moment.

I fumbled to get up and winced as my balls were once again squeezed in
their tiny pouch. Fuck this jockstrap.

Jared came back in. My shorts nowhere to be seen.

"Let's head out back. You look like you could use some fresh air. Haha" he
said, smacked my now bare ass and walked out of the room.

He didn't even watch it jiggle like he sometimes did. I must look like a
mess. So embarrassed cause I just showed my asshole to my best bud. I hope
he didn't think I did it on purpose. No he's cool. Honestly, maybe I need
to lighten up. Jared's been so patient and nice to me. But I'm a man, so I
have to show him that I can be cool too.

"Wait!" I called after him, "I dare you to show me hot pics of your
girlfriend."

Surely looking at pics of his girlfriend would put to rest any thoughts in
Jared that I was gay.

Jared turned back in the doorway and said, "Guess you're a little more
daring than I thought. Alright, you're on." He winked at me and continued
down the hallway.

Ugh, my dick jumped again at the compliment.

I followed him outside, my excitement over his compliment on my dare made
me forget that I was not wearing any shorts, or that my ass was hanging out
and we were about to go out in public. Well, too late now to chicken out.

Happily my house backed up against a forest, so there weren't any houses
that saw into my back patio area. Jared exited through the glass patio door
with me in tow. I walked barefoot after him across the stone patio to the
firepit seating area.

Jared wasted no time grabbing wood (ha!) from the nearby pile and building
a fire. He was so manly. Oh to be that effortlessly cool.

I stood there watching him in my Risky Business outfit - staring for too
long. Jared just grinned at me and kept doing what he was doing.

A gust of wind moved across my legs and up under my shirt taking me out of
my trance and reminded me of my attire. My chest was still sticky-fied -
sweat mixed with precum dried on my skin! So gross but also adding to my
horniness.

The breeze also made me very aware of my ass. My dress shirt only hung down
halfway over my butt so it was impossible for me to hide my goods. Not that
there were houses back here but I was scared to move too much farther from
the back door. After all, we still had neighbors on either side of my
house, who might be able to see me if I ventured too far out.

Jared spoke, "You can sit down. Haven't decided yet what your next dare
will be."

I nodded excitedly and then cautiously made my way toward the patio love
seat next to the fire. I was pulling at my shirt trying to hide more of my
ass. It didn't help and continued to remind me of the sticky substance
covering my upper body.

I sat down feeling the cushion's rough fabric against my bare hole. Turning
me on again and making my dick twitch in my jock. Then the familiar pain of
my balls being squeezed.

I stared at Jared, his muscular arms flexing as he went about building the
fire. He even built up a bit of a sweet which made his chest glisten,
similar to me except he wasn't covered in pre-fuck. He looked so hot. Oh
man, even if I'm not gay, I'm so gay for him.

Jared got the fire roaring to a nice 3-4 foot flame height and sat down
beside me. There wasn't a lot of room on the love seat, so his leg was
right up against mine. He pulled out his phone and leaned into me, putting
his left arm over my shoulders to pull me in close enough to see.

Oh shit. In my jockstrap, the proximity and now the smell of Jared was
causing not only the torture on my balls to continue, not only my dick to
keep twitching, but sitting had opened a small crevasse between my skin and
jock pouch. So I was now leaking precum down my sac and across my taint
towards my hole.

First off - fuck, no way to wipe it off. And secondly, I hoped he wouldn't
be able to tell when I eventually had to stand up. That would be too
embarrassing to conceive.

Squeezed together, I watched as Jared pulled up some pictures of his girl
in her cheerleader uniform, her in some lingerie, her playing beach
volleyball, etc. She was hot to be sure but I was surprised he didn't have
anything that was more scandalous.

As I thought on this, Jared said, "I know dude. She's a good girl. Never
puts out, never lets me past second base. Such a tease. I mean I like her,
but how long can a stud like me go on? It's tragic."

I felt so bad for him. No offense to her but if I was Jared's girlfriend,
I'd let him do whatever. He's so hot and such a good dude. At least give
him a blowjob every now and then.

"That sucks dude," I said.

"Yeah, but what can I do," he replied. "That's why it's good to have a
buddy like you. Someone who gets it and can help distract me."

He grabbed his junk through his workout shorts - squeezing it and said, "I
can't take the blue balls. I need some kind of relief or at least a
distraction."

Precum was pouring down my taint and along the base of my crack. I nodded
and tried to look sympathetic.

Damn his package looked big. I'd felt it only moments ago and fuck, I just
wanted to see it now. This quiet, primal beast inside of me started to claw
its way up into my brain. I was so past horny now, I almost couldn't see
straight. Here was this total stud right up in my space, grabbing his huge
dick right in front of me. I just wanted to rip it out of his shorts and
shove it down my throat.

Oh fuck, I really am gay.

Maybe not just gay, but one of those horned up, slutty dudes that can't get
enough dick. I hope not but at this moment, I could definitely see the
appeal.

"You okay buddy?" he said, probably seeing the crazy look in my eye. "Do I
have a stain on my shorts?"

I leaned over a little to look. Jared grabbed the back of my head and
pushed it closer to his lap.

"No you're good. " I growled. What the fuck was happening to me.

"Good then. Let's get my mind off of her. You're so good at that
dude. Makes me forget about all that bullshit."

I nodded. Realizing I had not stopped staring at his package the whole
time, I let my eyes wander off to some random thing out in the yard. Surely
that would keep him from noticing.

"Time for a new dare." Jared said, suddenly turning from solemn to
cheery. "I want 5 laps around the house in less than 5 minutes. And before
you protest, I will make it a run down the block if you're a bitch about
it."

I opened my mouth to object then closed it. I nodded. Jared pulled up the
stopwatch app on his phone.

"Let's go buddy boy. See how fast you can run. Oh and before you go, are
you really going to wear your shirt?"

"Yeah, it's barely covering me as it is." I said, getting scared again. I'm
not running out in public in just this jockstrap. I was terrified to be
outside like this already but Jared was with me.

"Well sure, but it's white. It's gonna make it so much easier to see you."
he replied. "Your choice, but I say lose it."

His logic made sense. And the end of his statement felt enough like an
order that my horniness said I had to obey. I stood up hoping most of the
precum on my crack would stay on my skin because I didn't want it to be on
the cushion. If Jared saw it, I'd be so embarrassed. I'd already fallen
over ass-up in front of him. That made me want to run away to Alaska - I
can't take anything else.

I peeled off my dress shirt while it clung to my sticky skin -- oh well. I
did have a nice feeling of freedom with it off. The dried precum, although
I could feel it, wasn't noticeable with the shirt off - just looked like
sweat I think. I dropped my shirt on the love seat in an attempt to cover
up any precum that might have dropped on the cushion from my crack. I
walked to the edge of the patio and looked back at Jared.

"Proud of you buddy. Just owning your hot athletic bod like this. Your legs
look fucking great in that jock. Really shows off all the muscle work
you've done. The ladies are going to be after you soon."

I smiled. Although not sure I was picturing ladies running after me
anymore. It also occurred to me that he had a full view of my ass once
again, but maybe he couldn't see my hole as well as when I fell
earlier. But who cares? Jared's just my straight friend and I should let
him see my ass all he wants. No homo between us.

"5 laps in 5 minutes. On your mark, get set, go!" Jared yelled and started
the timer.

I took off, seconds later realizing how hard the gravel driveway was going
to be on my bare feet. And as soon as I rounded the side of the house, I
found a dark corner to pause long enough to wipe the jizz off my ass with
my hand. Of course I forgot I have no clothes on, so given I'd already put
some in my hair, I just wiped my hand off in my hair again, adding to the
gel look.

I took off like lightning. Not being seen by my neighbors, or anyone else
near my house that night was my mission. I was determined not to get
caught. So I ran like the wind.

First lap around, Jared was looking at this phone but gave me the sideways
thumbs up as I passed through the backyard - the firelight dancing across
my dried pre-cummed skin.

The second, third and fourth lap, I didn't see Jared so I assumed he went
inside to get a drink.

On the fifth and final lap, he was back and he gave me the rocker fingers
to egg me on.

I rounded the front of my house only to see a car with its brights on,
coming up the street shining its high beams directly onto the front of my
place. I dove behind a bush landing in the soft grass ass up and froze -
believing again I would be invisible if I didn't move.

Amidst the sweat of my run and the smoothness of my ass an unfortunate
thing happened. The left strap of my jock slid up and into my crack giving
me a wedgie.

As I lay there trying not to be seen, my balls strained in their fabric
cage, my asshole twitched as the strap rubbed against it and my dick pushed
against the front - desperate to get free. Still frozen, I remembered once
again that I had not jacked off in over 24 hours - making all of this even
worse, if that was even possible.

After what seemed like hours, the car passed on and I stood up again and
took off to the backyard.

Jared was standing next to the fire, looking disappointed as I jogged up.

"Sorry, Jared. I had to avoid a car."

"No excuses. You didn't have to stop and hide, you could've kept running."
Jared replied.

He was right. A cool dude like Jared in my position, probably would have
kept going. Nothing to hide when his stud body is running through a yard at
night.

Once again, I'm an idiot.

"Penalty dare!" he said.

Defeated, I came over to Jared and stood in front of him. "Time for some
more letting go on your quest for manhood."

Jared reached behind the love seat and pulled out the trash can from my
room. The one that was filled with all the underwear he'd made me throw
out.

I looked wide eyed at Jared, as he said, "Let's go bro. I want each and
everyone in the fire. We are going to ensure you can't get them back."

I sighed, even more defeated but walked over to the bin. My brand new 2xist
trunks were on top so I pushed those aside, grabbed my favorite boxer
briefs and turned back to the fire.

Jared moved behind me, softly cupping my bared ass with his right hand and
whispered into my ear, "Do it dude. Show me that you want to."

To be continued