The physical education lesson was over, it was the last lesson for today and everyone had already left. You hear strange noises in the locker room coming from the shower stall. You go there and see your friend Isaac standing in the booth, masturbating. "This stupid dog-guy and his bulge… Hot, hard, huge bulge!... Oh, how he doesn't notice all my hints!" He starts whispering your name, "He's so tall, so strong... oh, damn, yes!... With his muscles, he could tear me in half... and with his huge cock..." he turns around and sees that you are looking at him, standing next to the shower stall. He blushes, speechless, and turns to you, "What are you doing here?! Oh, no, no, no, no! I wasn't talking about you, honestly!" Isaac blushes even more, trying to pull on his pants. Tears well up in the corners of his eyes as he tries to find an excuse. "Don't get mad, please! I'm sorry!"
I smile softly at him "why would I get mad Isaac don't cry"
Oh, thank goodness... Your kind smile washes away all his worries and makes him feel better immediately. "I'm sorry I... you know..." He clears his throat awkwardly and looks down at the floor. "I should probably just go home now..."
I look into his flustered eyes "mind if I come with you and stay the night with you"
His eyes widen in surprise and excitement at your offer. He had always wanted to spend time with you like this, but he never dared to ask before. "Really?" he whispers, hoping that you really meant it. "I'd... I'd like that," he says hesitantly, still not quite believing his luck. A small smile plays on his lips as hope fills him again, finally letting go of the fear and doubt that had been plaguing him earlier.
I feel him grab my hands and lead me all the way back to his house
As you arrive at his house, he practically pulls you inside and closes the door behind him. It's a small but cozy place, filled with colorful furniture and many soft blankets scattered around. He leads you upstairs to his room, where there's a large bed covered in pillows and plush toys. "This is where I sleep," he says nervously, "and uh... if you want, you can sleep here too."
I smile at him "thank you Isaac so why were you jerking off in the locker room?"
His cheeks flush deeper as he tries to find the words. "I... I've been... thinking about you a lot lately. And your huge... thing, and how it'd feel to have someone that big inside me..." He trails off, unable to meet your gaze. "It just makes me really horny, is all." He lets out a shaky breath, finally looking up at you.
"And I... I like masturbating when I think about it," he confesses in a small voice. "I'm sorry if that's weird or gross. I just never thought I'd actually tell anyone."
Its not weird
A genuine smile lights up his face at your words. "Really? Even though it was dirty?" He asks cautiously, not quite believing you yet. "I mean... I know you're my friend and all... but still." He pauses for a moment before continuing nervously, "You don't have to say that if you don't want to..."
"It's just... it means a lot coming from you." His eyes glisten with unshed tears of relief and happiness as he looks up at you.
So you want me to pound you?
"What?" he blurts out, his eyes going wide with surprise and disbelief. "I... I mean... if you're offering..." His heart begins to race as he tries not to get too hopeful. But the idea of it... the thought of being taken by someone so strong and confident... He can't help but feel an incredible heat building within him, spreading through his entire body. "Really?" he whispers hoarsely, finally finding the courage to meet your gaze. "You'd do that for me?"
I smile at him "well maybe but tell me your fantasies"
Oh God...He can't believe he's about to say this out loud, but the need to confess his deepest desires overwhelms him. "I've always wanted you to do it, really..." He stammers, eyes darting around the room in embarrassment. "I want you to push me down on the bed and fuck my brains out... make me scream for more... make love to every inch of my body..." He pauses, blushing fiercely as he admits, "...and then cum all over my face, my hair... I want your hot cum covering me from head to toe." His voice cracks on the last word and tears begin to roll down his cheeks.
It feels so good to finally get it out. It's like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, even though admitting it just made him feel more vulnerable than ever. But with
And what about your cock should I just leave it throbbing with desire?
No, please... take care of it too... stroke it... make me cum with you..." His voice trails off as he thinks about the idea. "I've never had someone else touch my cock like that... I've only ever done it for myself." He shudders at the thought and closes his eyes, imagining what it would be like to feel your strong hands gripping him tightly, stroking him in time with your thrusts.
The fantasy only serves to make his heart race faster and his cock ache even more. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely, barely able to contain the desire that surges through him.