Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 04:38:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: thomas eaton <ckjoboy72@yahoo.com>
Subject: adam and steve part 2

My name is Adam, I'm an 18-year old high school senior. I'm 5'11", 180lbs
with blond hair and blue eyes. Oh, and I'm on the swim team, so I wander
around in a speedo a lot.

Girls think I'm hot, guys think I'm hot. I try not to be too much of a
pretty boy drama queen, but getting laid is easy. All was fine in my life
until I met this new kid as a junior, and I slowly became enchanted with
him.

His name is Steve. He's also on the swim team, a little shorter than I am,
5'9", with deep dark brown eyes (like a puppy), dark brown hair and the
body of a kid just like me, who swims every day for miles. He's quite shy,
and has not, as far as I know, had a lot of luck with girls.

When we first met, he was the new kid in school and the new kid on the
team, but he's such a nice guy, we got to become friends, and then we just
hung out all the time. Every so often I'd have to ditch him to date some
cute girl, but Steve would always be the one person I'd actually want to
hang out with. I just made the decision that I didn't think he'd be as good
at blow jobs as the girls I meet.

We're best friends. We hang out on evenings and weekends. We do homework
together. We swim on the same team. We spend a lot of time around each
other in very little clothing, and some of that time is spent naked and wet
and covered in soap or a towel. It's weird, sometimes I lie in bed at night
and jack myself to sleep thinking about him, and I'm not sure why. I don't
think I'm in love with him or anything, he's just real cute, and a great
guy.

I'm a spoiled brat. I live in the pool house of my parent's mini
mansion. Both Steve & I go to Catholic school, which means when we're not
in the speedo, we're wearing white shirts, slacks and a tie. It's very
regimented. But you always figure out ways to get around the system. I wear
bright colored underwear. It's my thing.

One evening I've had a shitty day at school and I really need to take the
edge off. I race home, strip down to my underwear and jump on the bed. I
pull up Netflix and find my favorite Queer as Folk sex scenes. I slip my
hand into my briefs and slowly stroke myself until I'm hard. I like to
start jacking in my underwear because I really enjoy the sensation of
peeling them off while I'm hard. It makes the session last longer. As I get
hard I remember the thing I read recently about cock rings.

"Maybe I could use my school tie?" I think.

As Justin and Brian are getting their thing on on TV, I'm carefully working
a cheap tie around my nuts. I've done enough googling to understand the
principle, securing my sack like this will tighten the skin on my cock, and
supposedly... well, I have no idea, I've never tried it before. I lie back,
lube up and jack away.

Imagining that I am Brian and Steve is Justin is just too dumb, but it's
fun. I like how Brian is so dominant and Justin just takes it and does
whatever he's told. My mind wanders for a bit and I think about how I'm
actually Justin, because he's blond, and Steve has darker hair. Then I
remember Steve in the shower the other day, wet, soapy and lickable.

The tension provided against the shaft of my cock as I stroke is
awesome. I'm worried about cutting off the blood supply to my junk, but the
sensation feels good, so I keep it nice and tight. With my left hand I
stroke my nuts a little, while my right goes to work furiously. I love to
touch my nipples when I jerk, so after I'm done stroking my sack, my left
hand wanders up to my chest. There's a little spark in my crotch as I rub
my own hard nipples, then I slide my hand down my chest, across my belly
button, and into my pubic hair. My hand ends up back to the base of my cock
and I can feel that I'm almost ready to burst.

The jury-rigged cock ring is going to make me blast my load very quickly,
and while I try to slow down, it really serves no purpose to delay the
inevitable. I gasp loudly and arch my back as I spray cum all over
myself. I work my cock until I get every last drop out of it. I realize I'm
a huge fan of using the school tie on my nuts, I'm going to have to try
that again sometime.

I'm sticky, so I shower. I look at my clock radio and realize that Steve is
probably on his way over. I turn off the TV and head for the bathroom,
which is right inside my fancy guest room suite.

I close the door and figure out how to slide the tie off of my nuts. In
school tomorrow I'll look down and remember the awesome jerking session,
and that will just make me hard and I'll come home horny as hell again. I
also realize that I managed to cum on the tie. I shrug and hang it up on a
hook. I take a long piss in the toilet and then jump in the shower.

It's a quick shower, all I need to do is rinse off the cum and wash my cock
(I'm a bit of a clean freak). Right after I turn the water off, I hear a
muffled "hello?" from downstairs. I figure it must be Steve, right?

"Steve? I'm in the bathroom, come on up." I yell through a closed door.

I take a short while to towel off then find an old pair of basketball
shorts to slip on.  As much as I love to wear speedos and tight underwear,
the freedom of smooth shiny basketball shorts against my junk is awesome. I
don't remember the last time they were washed, but hell they're
comfortable. Also, Steve isn't going to care what I wear.

I flush the toilet, hang up my towel to dry and walk out into my
bedroom. Just as my hand touches the door to the bathroom I have this
terrible feeling I left the TV on with Brian and Justin in mid fuck - then
I turn the corner and see it's off. Nothing to worry about there.

We do our crazy complicated math homework together. Steve is super smart
and pretty much drags me through all the math stuff, for which I am really
really grateful. I'm fairly sure I'd never make it without him. He's a
little distracted, but when I push him on it, he's cagey, so I don't ask
too much, I think I know when to back off.

When the math homework is done, we hang out a little more, then he heads
home for dinner and I hang out with my family. I change into jeans and a
t-shirt, as my folks really believe in the "no shirt no shoes no service"
rule for dinner, so the shorts are out of the question. After dinner, I
hang out with my little sister, Steve and I text a little bit, then it's
time for bed. There's a whole of swimming to be done this week, and the
math stuff was for a test. All work and no play makes Adam a dull boy.

The rest of the week sails past. There's a lot of swimming, as usual, which
means a lot of hanging out (literally) with other naked guys. Some times I
pay attention, other times I just tune it out. Then, before I realize, it's
Friday and time to go home.

Of course, I end up delayed, working through some issues with my math
homework with the hot young math teacher. She's cute and I try to flash my
blond-hair-blue-eyes-shiny-white-teeth smile at her as much as I can so
she'll be nice to me, but she's a math teacher, and therefore immune. It
takes time to go through the work, and when it's, it's done. I'm free for
the weekend and I head home.

The pool house is weird. It's pretty much a full-on guest house. Downstairs
there's a kitchen/living room/dining area and a full bathroom with a pool
changing room. Upstairs is my room and another full bath. It's awesome. I'm
the oldest kid, so it was the easiest way for me to get the whole late
teenage privacy thing that I really wanted.

I walk up the stairs and into my room to find Steve on my bed. Watching the
show I was watching earlier in the week. My underwear are around his hips,
he has a raging hard on and his jacking himself slowly but confidently.

Wait.

I walk into my room and I freeze.

Steve is on my bed.

In my underwear, with his legs wide open.

His cock is super hard, slick and bouncing in his hand.

Brian and Justin are going at it on the TV.

Steve is on my bed?

Steve is naked on my bed with his cock in his hand, wearing my underwear?

He can't see me from where I'm standing as the room is set up so that the
top of the stairs can't be seen from the bed. I wonder if he is thinking
"that's me and Adam on the TV." Maybe he wants to be dominated, just like
Justin. Or maybe he wants to feed me his cock and give me instructions to
follow.

My cock got hard the instant I saw him on the bed. His nipples are rock
hard, his skin is smooth and his rhythm on his cock is steady. The sound is
set low on the tv, but I can't really hear him moan. In my mind, he's
moaning. I wonder if I'm moaning? I'm rubbing my cock through my pants,
this is one of the horniest things I have ever seen.

No, this is totally the horniest thing I have ever seen. It's like my wet
dream come true.

I've seen Steve naked hundreds of times. He's seen me naked hundreds of
times. We've seen each other hard - I memorize every last angle of his cock
from whenever I see him hard. But I've never watched him touching himself
so intimately. He releases his cocks for a second to lick his hand for
lubricant. It's all I can do to not walk over there and lick his cock
myself, or offer to grab the lube from the nightstand.

He continues to stroke, but he looks like he's getting closer. I'm not sure
what the deal with him half-wearing my underwear. He's pulled them down to
jack off, but he hasn't pulled them all the way off, I like to jack into my
briefs, but I don't usually keep them on while I jack.

I suddenly realize, that Steve has been borrowing my underwear.

We're pretty much the same clothes size, we trade other a shirt or jeans
now and again, it makes sense that he'd borrow my underwear, I have awesome
underwear. I watch Steve undressing every time we hit the pool at school, I
watch him slip his underwear down over his perfectly formed ass a lot. And
the more I replay this in my mind (which I realize I do a lot more than I
thought), the more I realize the sexy little fucker has been borrowing my
underwear. In fact, he's wearing my Calvins from two days ago. It never
occurred to me before, I wonder how he's managed to get away with it all
along?

I can't quite process what's going on.

Steve is (mostly) naked on my bed, jerking himself. There's boy on boy
action on my TV. He's wearing my underwear.

And then he shoots his load. I watch as thick jets of hot white cum erupt
from the end of his cock. His body bucks, just like mine does when I
come. He lets out a loud moan. He keeps pumping his cock, squeezing every
last drop out of himself. I watch as the hot white liquid drips down his
hand. There is cum all over his torso.

I clear my throat, he looks over with a look of horror on his face.

I don't know what to say, all that comes out of my mouth is; "Does this
mean you're finally going to stop stealing my underwear?"