“Fine,” I said, “but… but no phones. You all need to put your phones on top on my backpack by the door.”
They all nodded, and none of them seemed surprised; they had to have known it was going to be a condition.
Colt picked up his phone from the end table next to the couch. He and Travis stood up at the same time; they walked over towards the drop-off point. Liam made a beeline for his bedroom. He’d said something earlier about his phone almost being dead, so I assumed it was charging in there.
Colt and Travis stacked their devices on top of my black bag. They’d already settled back onto the sofa when Liam popped out of his bedroom. He tossed his phone onto the pile.
My foot was practically tapping out Morse code on the tile. Am I really going to do this? What the fuck are you thinking? Are they ever going to be able to see you the same way again?
I decided I didn’t really have a choice. Technically I did, but I was picking the glass of piss over the shit sandwich.
Liam dragged his chair across the floor. He positioned it so it was right next to Colt’s side of the couch. He wasn’t about to sit on my jizz, even if it was below a trash bag and a towel. He plopped himself down; Colt gave him a bro tap on the shoulder.
The stage was set — almost literally. Liam had positioned the chair so it was clear that I was meant to stand in front of the TV. I took a deep breath and started moving – the condemned man, walking to the gallows.
I planted my feet firmly beneath me. My knees felt like they wanted to lock up. Travis’ tittering caught my attention; Colt was using one hand to gesture that he was jerking off and the other was pretend flames were shooting from the invisible cock. I shouldn’t have expected anything else from the two of them. Had I expected anything different? It’s hard to say. Maybe I’d held out some inchoate hope.
I felt mortified. I felt ashamed. I felt humiliated.
I felt something else, too, though – just the smallest amount of it. I couldn’t think of a better word, but it almost felt like… energy. I almost felt energized.
Should I tell them? I suddenly thought. I’ve already told them so much. Isn’t there some value in not talking about everything? Like, a guy with a small dick doesn’t need to tell his date his size. She’s going to figure it out soon enough anyways.
“Wait,” Liam announced. “Hold the curtain. Don’t start the show just yet.”
He jumped up and ran over to the mini-fridge. He opened it up, snatched a beer from inside, then grabbed one of the red plastic cups that were stacked on top. He practically raced back to his seat. It was like he was afraid he’d miss the performance.
No. No, I’m not going to tell them.
I wasn’t sure how to start. I’d never jerked off in front of anyone, let alone a group of friends. I reached around and planted my palm on the towel right above my dick. I started slowly rubbing back and forth.
Five seconds later, I had pitched a full-on tent. Travis was already laughing. I thought about stopping, but I just wanted to get it over with. I looped my thumb under where the towel was wrapped around my waist. I gave it a tug and it dropped to the floor.
My fat boner sprung into the air, freed from the weight of the fabric pressing it down. Each bouncing motion sent a small tremor into my core. The place between my nuts and hole was already starting to feel warm.
“Fuck, he’s already hard!” Colt yowled.
“Dude’s some kind of pervy freak,” Travis said between giggles.
I felt good. I felt so fucking good. I mean, I was still flooded with shame, but my body was fighting back against it. I’d never felt anything other than euphoria while jerking off. Nothing else in my life compared – not running, not winning, not eating my favorite food.
I slowly wrapped my mitt around my veiny nine inches. I kept a very loose grip, though. I just needed to feel the slightest amount of pressure.
“Let me know when you’re getting close,” Liam said.
What? I almost didn’t hear him as my hand started to glide from my thick root to my bulbous cock head. Jesus. Oh, God.
It had only been ten seconds, and a small, white pearl was already perched on my slit. I slowly glided my hand back down to the base. My pubes tickled the side of my fingers.
My balls started doing their frenzied dance again. I dared not move. Wave after wave began to crash within my spreading my favorite feeling to deep inside my chest. My heart was pumping blood as fast as it could; my chest was heaving up and down.
I looked at them. They were laughing at me. Liam had that smug look on his face. Fuck! Fuck! My cock was throbbing like an exposed nerve. Feels so good. So fucking good.
“So, when’s he going to start jerking off?” Colt chortled.
“I don’t know,” Liam replied. “Any minute now, I’m guessing.”
It was so humiliating. I felt so fantastic. I… I kind of like it. No. No, I just like jerking off. I like blowing my load.
“I’m getting… I’m getting close,” I gasped.
Colt burst into a full-out, side-splitting laughter; it looked like tears were welling up in his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath. Liam was laughing too, but it was in short, rapid bursts.
“But he… but he hasn’t even stroked it!” Travis said, derision mixing with theatrical disbelief – and maybe even real disbelief, for I all knew. “He’s just holding it!”
I started to make my third trip from the root to the head. My thumb dug into the bulging veins along the way. I had only reached the halfway point when I had to stop.
My nuts were full-on spasming. I was struggling to breathe fast enough to not get lightheaded. My legs were wobbling beneath me. I was in hell. I was in heaven.
“I bet you ten bucks he doesn’t even last…” Liam started saying to Colt, but, fittingly enough, he didn’t get a chance to finish.
“I’m cumming!” I yelled. “I’m cumming!”
YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
“You’re shitting me,” Travis giggled.
I was losing control. My nuts were rapidly pumping baby batter into my firm hose. I grasped my dick with greater force as I prepared myself; I aimed it down at the tile floor.
With the speed of a ninja, Liam grabbed the red plastic cup and leaned forward on his chair. He extended his arm as far as it could go so the container was a few inches below my cock head.
“Just to see how much,” he said.
I grunted; I’d only half-heard what he’d said.
The first voluminous spurt sprayed from my slit. It made a loud sound as it splashed down into the plastic container clutched in Liam’s hand.
Like I said earlier, my first blast always just set the stage. It lasted for a few seconds before tapering off. It was still more than most other guys produced over the course of their entire climax.
My ass muscles tensed; I tried to brace myself for what was to come, but I didn’t have much hope. The lever on the dam was about to open, and I knew from past experience – some of it quite recent — that I’d lose myself in the rushing waters.
The next rope shot out of me with so much force that Liam almost lost hold on the cup when the jizz hit the bottom. The spurt kept going and going. After about five seconds of a continuous stream, Liam looked up at me wide-eyed.