Travis and Colt broke from their cackling to let out a few hoots in honor of my defeat. I shook my head and pulled my upper body further into the cushion behind it, hoping to create some distance between me and Liam. I just didn’t like the feeling of his skin on mine.
“How you liking the seat?” Colt asked, egging him on.
Liam lifted his ass and lowered it a few times, like he was trying to find the perfect position. His backside was firm, but had a little bit of padding on it. To be honest, I was kind of jealous of it. I had heard a few girls in the school hallways gossiping about how he had the best butt.
While Liam bounced up and down, vibrations started traveling to my groin. Oh no! Not now. Please, not now. I couldn’t control it, though; it just wasn’t possible. The blood flooded into my dick with the same urgency as shoppers rushing into a Target on Black Friday. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry.
“It feels pretty good,” Liam tittered before taking another gulp of beer.
He finally stopped, planting himself firmly on my lap. No. No. No. No. My cock was rock hard. I held my breath; I was subconsciously hoping that if I ceased the essential functions needed to stay alive then maybe Liam wouldn’t notice my nine-inch pipe nestled between his buns.
“Look,” Travis said. “Augie’s getting pissed.”
He was wrong. I was just so focused on willing my dick to go down that my face had turned into a blank slate. Of course, they all thought it was hilarious that Liam was getting under my skin. Teenage boys love to see their friends humiliated. It’s better to be an observer than a victim.
Spurred on by his audience, Liam did three more bounces. For fuck’s sake, please stop. Please stop. Please stop.
It might seem like I was making a mountain out of a molehill since most guys get unexpected boners sometimes, but that wasn’t the case. I wasn’t like most guys. Even at eighteen years old, with basically no experience under my belt, I’d become absolutely certain of one terrible truth: I’m a freak. I’m worse than a freak.
I knew things could go south – or worse, further north — at any moment. I placed my hand firmly on Liam’s shoulder blade. I didn’t push him, but I held it in place.
“Get… get off me, bruh,” I said through jagged breaths.
“What? I couldn’t hear you.”
Liam started grinding his bubble butt into my crotch. His cheeks massaged the length of my shaft; my rod felt like it was on fire. A trickle of pre-cum slipped from my slit and seeped into my boxers.
Please, God, please, I’m begging you! I promise I’ll start going to church again if you just don’t do this to me. Please! I’ll do anything!
Travis still had his phone in his hand; he’d transitioned from watching prank videos to filming my abject humiliation. I tried to turn my face away from the camera so as to at least keep some semblance of dignity.
Suddenly, Liam stopped. I felt a temporary moment of relief. Maybe God does exist? Maybe He’s answered my prayers? He lifted himself about two inches from my lap; then he paused. I pressed a little on his shoulder blade to encourage him to keep going and stand up.
“Guys,” Liam chortled, “I think Augie’s boned up!”
“Nah, no way!” replied Travis.
Colt tilted his head and squinted. It looked like he was trying to see if there was a dent on his car after parking in a tight space. My face turned red; I couldn’t believe what was happening. It all felt like some nightmare – one that, for better or for worse, I’d never had while asleep.
“Fuck!” Colt roared. “He is! Augie’s got a hard on!”
I felt something snap inside of me. My embarrassment caused a surge of adrenaline to cascade through my body. I jammed my hand into Liam’s shoulder blade with even greater force. I needed to escape; I needed to run away as fast as my legs could carry me.
“Get off!” I growled.
Travis and Colt erupted yet again. Travis was giggling so hard that he was struggling to steady his phone. Liam pushed himself back down onto my lap. I couldn’t believe it. What the fuck is he doing?
“You like this, Augie?” Liam teased between cackles. “You like the way my ass feels?”
He began to grind himself into my lap like he was riding a bucking bronco. He popped up and down while making circular motions that massaged my meat. The head of my dick was rubbing against the soft cotton fabric of my well-worn boxers. I wanted to die… but it felt fucking amazing.
My cock was throbbing so hard. My balls started doing their tell-tale dance; they jumped up and down, welcoming the good news. My breathing quickened; my abs contracted. My toes curled up under my feet as the excitement made its way through my entire body.
“I’m just fucking with you, bruh,” Liam announced.
In hindsight, I’m not sure what stopped him. Was it empathy for his friend, or the realization that he looked like – and, let’s be fair, basically had been, just then — a dick-rider?
I tried to use all my mental energy to cockblock myself. I’d done it successfully before, but my success rate was abysmal. I held my breath. I told myself that I was in control. I told myself that it didn’t need to happen – that I determined what my body did or didn’t do.
Liam pulled himself from my lap; his tight buns had initially grasped onto my shaft as he stood before letting go. The feeling of his bubble butt gliding across my dick was insane. To make matters worse, every throb of my pulse made my cock tap against his backside, adding stabs of stimulation to that smooth slide. Finally, because God had turned out to be Satan, it was the most sensitive spot of my cock head that was getting the most attention from my friend’s antics.
Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
The tapping was what pushed me over the edge – the tapping that only happened because of my pounding heart and my own blood racing through my traitorous dick. That was what sealed my fate.
I could barely focus on anything other than my own body once Liam had fully climbed off of me. I knew that he had spun around and was watching me; I could hear Travis and Colt making jokes. It felt like it was all being transmitted through a hazy filter, though.
I stared down at my heather-gray nylon shorts; my nine inches were pitching a large tent. My dick was pulsating; the fabric was shaking with each burst of energy. My balls pulled tight against my body. It felt like they were going to go back inside of me. I grabbed onto the edge of the couch cushion and dug my fingers into it.
A wave of energy crested; my brain flooded with endorphins. I watched in terror as my gray shorts started to turn dark right at the place where my cock head was pressing into them. A rope of cum spurted from my rock-hard ram rod. I stifled the primal urge to let out the typical noises I often made when I busted a nut.
I knew it wasn’t going to end there. I had enough knowledge of my body to understand what was going to come next. I knew I was a freak. Nobody else besides my dad and a few doctors did, but I knew that that was about to change.
The next rope shot forth with even greater force; a spurt of watery goo actually surged through the fabric. It launched a few inches into the air before crashing back down onto my lap.