Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2023 15:35:06 -0700
From: Kevin Cine <2ndudes@gmail.com>
Subject: New Town, New Friend, New Me - Chapter 3

FROM CHAPTER 2

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, "Start grabbing them. 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
2(X)IST 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."


CHAPTER 3: Wet Dream


My head was spinning out of control. My balls and taint moist with my
dripping precum. All because my new best bud had cupped my bare ass.

He hadn't grabbed it for more than a couple of seconds but as I tried not
to cum instantly from the contact -- Jared made it worse. He ever so
slightly grazed my asshole with his middle finger while releasing my butt
cheek.

My brain swam with happy thoughts of ecstasy and obedience to this god-like
stud behind me. I became undeniably aware that I wanted his attention all
the time - and yes, as gay as this sounds - I want to see his cock. Not
just its bulky silhouette in the showers after practice but rock hard and
right in front of my face. Dare me, Jared - I'll do anything you ask.

To prove my new state of mind towards my friend, I turned around to make
eye contact with him, then confidently pitched my favorite boxer briefs
right into the middle of the fire.

"Nice job dude," Jared said. And gave me a brief and encouraging pat on my
exposed ass - his rough manly hands lingering just a bit. The monster
inside me was rising up again.

I didn't waste time. I bent over (probably showing Jared my virgin asshole
again) and rifled through the trash can grabbing more pairs of my once
beloved underwear. I took a heep of boxer shorts - the last of my manlier
underwear and dropped the pile into the raging inferno.

I paused to look at what I'd done. I was struck watching more of my dignity
burn away before my eyes. Jared leaned in behind me again and said, "What
about those fancy looking ones your dad got you?"

I glanced over. Oh yeah, the 2xist trunks were draped over the side of the
now empty bin. The last of my closet's purge. I gritted my teeth looking at
them.

"What's the matter, dude?" Jared whispered in my ear, his breath moist
against my flesh. The monster inside me smiled.

"I - I, uh." I didn't know what to say but something was keeping me from
just grabbing them and burning them away with the rest.

"I have a truth question." he said, and without waiting on me, asked, "Do
you wish I'd let you wear those brightly-colored, ass-hugging trunks?"

I whimpered, embarrassed. "Yes."

"Cool. I got you bro," he said and went over and snatched the trunks from
the bin. "I'll keep them until you earn the right to wear them."

"Earn the right?"

"Yeah. Keep up on your dares and some day I'll let you sport these bad boys
all you want."

"Nice. Whatever you say, dude."

Wow, I've let Jared become fully in charge. The exchange felt like I'd
given my monster a treat.

"That's right, little buddy," Jared said, "Whatever I say goes. We're bros
and I'm gonna make sure we make you the best you can be."

I got excited. Jared was confirming his interest in making me the best. Not
just our friendship but also spending time together, making me more a man
and being bros. I realize now there's nothing I won't do if he tells me to,
gay seeming or not - Jared is my bro so he doesn't care.

"Hell yeah!" I said. And the two of us double high fived sealing my
commitment.

"Go inside and grab us some sodas," Jared said.

I saluted Jared - I don't know why, and ran inside to fulfill his command
-- bare ass jiggling.  I came back out with a 6 pack of soda. We both sat
down on the love seat near the fire and watched the flames burn - fueled by
my underwear.

We laughed and talked more about stupid guy stuff, school and girls. Jared
opened up more about his girlfriend and how hard it was to date such a
prude. I really felt for the guy. He always punctuated his comments about
girls by grabbing his sizable bulge which I worked hard not to stare too
long at. I'd used our time outside to study every inch of his perfect
teenage upper body. Something about hanging out with this bare chested stud
had silenced any thoughts of being embarrassed in front of him. Jared made
me feel like I could do anything in front of him.

A couple of hours later, the fire out and me still only in a jockstrap --
we headed inside. We retrieved his clean laundry. I hoped he would stay
shirtless - and to my happiness, he did.


 I took him to the spare room where the couch bed was made up. He looked at
it, then looked at me.  Jared spoke, "Dude, are you afraid to sleep in the
same room as me?"

"No, of course not," I replied. I felt guilty somehow but I think because
Jared was displeased. "I just thought you'd want your space."

"Glad you aren't scared. Don't ever be scared of me. I'm your bro and I
won't do anything to harm you."

I smiled. I felt like the luckiest guy alive. This hot stud athlete teenage
god was going to make sure I never worry again.

"Let's sleep in your room. We're both dudes so it's no big deal and I'm
sure your bed is way more comfortable."

"Do you want me to sleep on the floor?" I said without thinking. Knowing he
had my back was making me more submissive.

"Haha. Yeah, at the foot of the bed like a little puppy," Jared laughed.
That sounded uncomfortable but Jared deserved to get a good night's sleep
and I should make sure he felt taken care of. Dudes take care of their
bros.

"Dude, relax. I'm kidding," he said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Oh."

"I'll let you sleep in the bed with me."

We both headed to my room. Suddenly I reminded myself that I was wearing
this precum soaked jockstrap and my upper body was covered with dried
cum. Shit, I better take a shower before climbing in bed with Jared. He was
sure to figure out what was all over me in such close proximity. It also
occurred to me that I could finally jack off and relieve all this built up
tension.

Jared walked over to his backpack putting his clean clothes down. Then he
reached for the waistband of his shorts, undid the button and zipper, and
let them fall to his ankles. I watched as he stepped out of them, his jock
body clad only in a pair of plaid boxers. He was so muscular that even the
unfitted fabric of his underwear couldn't hide how cut he was.

My dick twitched, my balls winced - time to go jack off before I explode.

I forced myself to speak, "I'm gonna jump in the shower real quick."

I turned to leave. "Nope," said Jared, stopping me in my tracks. "We're
both dudes. I've been smelling you all night and it's no big. That sweat
all over you makes you a better man."

It does? I thought to myself. That's awesome. Except it's not sweat but I
think it still counts. Jared said it, so I believe it -- I am hotter
covered in my own spunk.

"Yeah you're right," I said. My brain: a fog of horniness.

"Also, I normally sleep naked but since I dared you earlier to wear that
jock all night, I'll do you a favor by wearing my boxers."

"Thanks. You're so good to me."

Was that the dare? I guess so. I suppose I should be grateful I was wearing
something that would help hide how ready my cock was to cum. I don't want
to get a boner in front of Jared -- not ready for that.

"What side do you usually sleep on?" he asked.

"Left."

"Alright well that sounds like a good spot for your best bro. You can have
the right side."  I nodded. Jared walked up to me, got in really close to
my face and stared intensely into my eyes. My cock tinged again in my jock
and for a moment I let myself get lost in his eyes. He lightly slapped the
side of my face and said, "You're a good friend."

Jared went over and got into my bed on my favorite side. I smiled --
thinking about how much I'd pleased him. I was a good friend. I needed to
do everything in my power to keep him happy.

I hopped into bed and instinctively pulled the sheet over my crotch to hide
any evidence. Jared did not, he just rolled over on his side facing away
from me and said, "Night, dude."

"Night."

* * *

That night I was dreaming of playing soccer. I had just passed the ball to
Jared, who in a brilliant kick got it past the goalie and right into the
net - winning the game. Everyone cheered. I ran up to Jared and he picked
me up into a big manly hug, smacked my ass and then kissed me full on the
mouth.  We kept making out as he lowered us to the turf -- the crowd still
roaring with praise, Jared removing my clothes while we made out in front
of the goal.

"You're my perfect slut," Jared whispered to me.

My eyes flashed open, my dream was interrupted by something.

A whisper came from my right in the darkness of my bedroom, "You're a
perfect slut."  Was I still dreaming? Did Jared just call me a slut?

I felt the mattress shift. I was facing my closet, away from Jared but I
think he had rolled over because I could feel hot breath hitting my upper
back and neck.

"Such a tease, looking like that."

Jared must be having a dream about his girl. I held my breath listening for
more. I don't know why but hearing whatever he would say to her was really
turning me on in a new and even more intense way.

"All the things I want to do to you. You've gotta let me have that
beautiful ass of yours."

OMG does Jared want to fuck her in the ass? Or maybe he just really likes
it. This was getting so juicy and I didn't know what to do other than keep
listening.

"Show me what a good little slut you are and let me at it."

I was so excited hearing Jared's sex dream that I almost missed his rough,
manly hand making contact with my upper back. I froze -- worried I'd wake
him up. I certainly didn't want whatever was happening to end.

His hand felt its way down my back, across my ass cheek and then ever so
briefly, played with my hole.

My balls expanded in my jockstrap and I almost came right there had it not
been for my dick's constainted quarters.

"You hot little whore, you like it," Jared whispered, his face closer to
the back of me. "You're asking for it and you're gonna get it."

His hand left my asshole and grabbed the waistband of my jock and pulled me
into his body. I felt the soft cotton of his boxers against the skin of my
butt. He started to hump me, slowly at first but then more and more
deeply. His fully hard cock had nestled itself in my crack and the movement
of Jared's thrusts were opening the fly of his shorts -- slowly unleashing
his raw, precum oozing, 9 inch dick from its cage.

His humping went on and on. I had to cover my mouth with my hand so I
didn't make any noise but I was in ecstasy. His dick fit perfectly in my
crack, the head resting on my lower back. His balls made their way out of
his shorts as well and the sweaty sack nested right between my legs on my
taint.

I'm so fucking gay for what was happening. Jared became my world. All I
wanted to do was please his needs. He continued to grunt and occasionally
say things like that's it baby and fuck you're so hot.  Praying he would
not wake up, I decided to be even more daring. As he humped my ass, I began
squeezing my cheeks together at choice intervals. Jared got even more
excited. He mixed it up more - thrusting harder, grabbing my cheeks with
his hands and kneading them as he fucked my crack.  He grabbed the
waistband of my jock and used it like horse reins to ride me even
better. Then he'd smack my ass a bit. Then he'd reach up and pull my head
back by my hair so he could whisper right into my ear, "Wow, you love it
bitch. Love a real dude's cock."

Then he spit onto his cock to lube up my crack more. It took every amount
of reason left in me not to answer him. Also, I never wanted this to end so
I just kept going with it, hoping he would never wake up.

At one point, his dick slipped its slick tip across my hole. I started to
moan in pleasure, practically screaming into my own hand. The monster
inside of me was fully in charge and it was roaring. Jared pushed the hand
out of the way and clasped it over my mouth instead. I moaned louder into
it, smelling his musk on my face.

He fucked my crack for at least 45 minutes. It was dark so I didn't know
what time it was but I started to feel my endurance giving out. Jared just
kept going like the jock he was. As I lost steam, Jared kept pistoning my
crack with his cock, taking my relaxation as a sign that I was giving him
more control over my body.

The ass squeezing, slapping and hair pulling continued the whole time. I
was exhausted but it was heaven. Jared could do no wrong with my body
now. It was this moment I realized I wanted his cock inside me. Ass or
mouth I wanted to consume it, to make it a part of me.

No more wondering -- I have to admit I am gay as fuck for Jared.

45 minutes into the hottest experience of my life, Jared pulled us apart
and pushed me over onto my stomach. Then spread my legs apart and got in
between them, putting his dick back into between my ass cheeks. He spit
again to lube me up and ground himself into me -- humping me from above and
pushing me into the bed.

He laid down across my back, covered my mouth with one hand (good because I
thought I would scream in lust) and used the other to pull my head back
from the hair. He fucked my crack harder than ever before while groaning
into my ear. His sweat dripped down onto me and that musky smell of it
reignited the slutty energy in me. Once again, I squeezed my cheeks
together on his cock.

Jared continued to talk to his dream girl, "Damn you have a great ass. I
could fuck you all day and night you little slut. My dick was made to pound
you and I'm never giving you up now. Just wait until we get out in
public. I'll show you off to every person I meet while I'm buried deep in
your hot little hole."

I still can't believe he hasn't woken up. What a dreamer! My jock was so
wet with my precum.

We found a rhythm with each other and he pushed himself up so he was riding
me like a horse. He grabbed my jock's waistband again and used it to ride
the Hell out of my body. I just laid there working my ass on his cock and
hoping it was never going to end.

But I knew he was getting close. His breathing increased, his humping more
calculated and he threw his body backward, pressing himself into me as much
as possible. I instinctively squeezed my ass on his cock as hard as I
could.

Jared roared as his orgasm flowed through every cell in his manly being.
The first shot of cum rocketed out of him straight across my back and into
the back of my hair. The second shot too, except it landed on my right
ear. His third shot sprayed most of my spine.

He grabbed his cock and kept stroking it. The fourth shot from his cock hit
my hair again. Followed by shots five, six and seven coating most of my
back with his jizz. Cum dripped from his hand and cock falling on my ass,
down my crack and pooling on my lower back.

Jared kept stroking - shots eight to twelve ensuring that my entire back
looked like a Jackson Pollock painting.

After what seemed like 10 minutes of ejaculating on me. I felt him release
his cock and its heaviness fell onto my ass. The slimy, cum-covered head
resting right on my hole.

I turned back and Jared was now awake - staring right at me.


To be continued