Spin It - Part 3

Brayden and I cleaned up in the basement shower after our tryst. The single stall barely fit both of us at the same time, but neither of us wanted to do it alone. I spread suds of neutral almond-scented soap over his entire body, taking extra care to bury my nose in his armpits once he was rinsed clean. The musk that I once thought was unique cologne was his all-natural essence. Mouth-watering.

He did the same thing to me in return, following my movements. But the longer we stood under the hot water, the more he sobered up and pulled away from me.

“You okay?” I asked, twisting the spigot to turn everything off.

He sidestepped me to open the glass door and quickly pulled a towel off the rack, absently drying himself while he spoke. “Yeah. I’m just really tired. Remembered about my car in the morning, and I’m anxious about the bill.”

I nodded with understanding, but he wasn’t saying something. My heart pounded. Is post-nut clarity setting in?

Brayden dried himself off a bit more and threw the towel over the top of the bathroom door. I wanted to use it to dry myself, too, but that might’ve been too much for him to see, so I used the other one.

After a minute or two out by the couch, he called to me. “Hey Cody?”

“Yeah?” I leaned my head through the crack in the door.

“Where should I put this?” He’d already dressed himself at lightning speed and stood in the black basketball shorts I gave him to borrow. I couldn’t tell if he put his boxers back on, too, but it wouldn’t have surprised me. He held up the blue blanket soiled with lube and cum—soon to be sour remnants of what quickly shifted into our biggest mistake.

“Oh…let’s put it straight in the washer.” I wrapped the towel around myself and took it from him, trying to remain nonchalant about the whole thing by keeping my head down and not exposing myself anymore. On top of the dryer was another soft blanket that had a similar texture to the blue one he liked so much, so I tossed that his way. “Here’s another one. Sorry it’s not—”

“It’s fine.” He crawled onto the mattress, making it squeak in weak whines. “Goodnight, Cody.”

“Night.” I didn’t look for the shorts I wore downstairs. I found more clothes in the dry laundry waiting to be put away. Somehow the idea of pathetically stepping into my precum-stained shorts and being next to him was too much to handle. I closed the door to the bathroom and investigated myself, fascinated that after the shower, everything went back to its natural state. If I didn’t know what just happened between us, no one would’ve known. As much as my back end felt split open by his girth, that sprung back into place, too.

But…you wanted to wash me. You didn’t let me go alone. Was it the lights in here? I stared at myself in the mirror and searched for something gross about my face, though nothing stood out. It was just me.

Deep inside where he pounded me, I was sore. I hadn’t noticed it until now. The rush of my blood settled into nauseating regret for seducing my best friend, and now he didn’t want to talk to me. Our lifetime of friendship, late night talks, excitement over each other’s successes and even the few tears we shared over the years…would it mean nothing once the sun came up?

Brayden was snoring by the time I came out of the bathroom, dressed in everything new including a black t-shirt, quietly gathering anything we might’ve otherwise soiled in our affair. The small bottle of lube was thankfully closed—I put it back in Brayden’s pants pocket alongside the three or four other condoms he brought with him. If either of my parents or my sister came downstairs, they’d be none the wiser. It was just a normal sleepover.

A sleepover I’d never forget.

***

Pleasant, salty bacon filled my senses as I opened my eyes. The basement had no windows, but yellow morning light poured in from the staircase behind the pull-out couch. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms on either side.

The cool sheets to my right jolted me awake. Brayden was gone—his pillow sat on top of the folded blanket I gave him last night, like he woke up and put everything back in its place as if housekeeping came while I slumbered. My borrowed shorts were next to the pile.

I leapt from the mattress and ran into the bathroom, took the most hurried piss I could remember in ages, and ran up the stairs. After getting back from the party and brushing my teeth, I’d left my phone in my room. I prayed for a text message to tell me why he left without waking me up.

When I crested the top of the stairs to the kitchen, I felt like a train hit me. My lungs froze like my feet. I stood by the wall, but the whole room tilted and tipped in my barely awake delirium.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Mom said, kissing me on the cheek. “You slept in. It’s almost nine-thirty already. Quick, get some breakfast."

"Sure,” I said, but I couldn’t move forward.

Brayden, as suave as ever, sat at my dining table looking at his phone and taking a few bites from the bacon strip in his left hand. He didn’t so much as glance my way.

Of course he’d be up here like this was his place. He practically lived here every summer when his dad wasn’t around. Come on. Man up. Everything’s cool. I grabbed a plate, served myself some scrambled eggs and bacon from the stove, and sat at the table across from him. “Morning, Bray.”

“Took you long enough,” he said brightly, never taking eyes off his scrolling.

“How long have you been up?”

“’Bout an hour.”

“Brayden told me he wants to pledge for a fraternity,” Mom said, casually talking about him like one of her own kids, which made my growing swell of shame more nauseating. “Think you’ll try something like that?”

My mind was far from college, meeting other guys, declaring my major, or getting a better job closer to campus. My focus hardly left the memory of the shower stall downstairs when I rubbed Braden’s nipples and told him, “Next time, I wanna know if your hot cum tastes as good as the rest of you…”

I refocused on Mom and shifted in my seat, keeping my half-mast hidden. “Uh, maybe. Not sure yet.”

“Well, there’s no reason why you both can’t do that.” She ruffled my buzzcut, trying to embarrass me. “You both got too big too fast,” she muttered with a sigh as she went to the sink and started rinsing a few dishes. “Now Cody, don’t forget your sister’s got a late track meet tonight. We’re staying in Springfield and won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“I expect that front yard to be mowed when we get back.”

“’Kay, Mom.” I kept eating, but had to fight the urge not to throw it back up. My knees bounced involuntarily under the table. Please go away so I can talk to him.

“Brayden?” she asked with an admonishing tone.

He finally put his phone down and looked at her squarely. “Yeah, Mrs. Peters?”

“You don’t happen to know anything about a party happening here tonight while we’re gone, do you?” She cocked a stern brow at him.

“Jeez. I’m not having a party,” I said.

“I didn’t ask you. Brayden?” she repeated.

He chuckled. “No, ma’am. If Cody’s havin’ a party, he didn’t invite me, anyway.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way, hmm?” She glanced at the stove clock. “You two better get going if you’re going to make it to work on time, Cody.”

I cleaned my plate and put it in the sink next to her, not successful at getting away fast enough to avoid her smooch on my cheek. My left hand over my crotch was almost too obvious, but she didn’t seem to notice. Thankful I had an excuse to leave the room fast, I jogged past Brayden and up the stairs to my room, quickly changing into my work uniform for the movie theatre. My 10:30 Saturday shift would make mowing the lawn a pain in the ass since I wouldn’t get home until late, but I needed the distraction. A full day at work would be a blessing compared to the rattling shit in my head.

Brayden waited for me by my car, glued to his phone even after we started moving. He didn’t do that normally. Said looking at his phone while I drove made him dizzy.

My heart thumped loudly in my ears; I worried I’d miss a siren or something outside. It was made worse by the silence between us.

What do I do? Can I say anything? Should I say anything? In the harsh morning light, I didn’t know what I wanted. Everything felt too real. In the dark, just the two of us, we could pretend we were on another planet. But now, in the car where I lost my virginity to Nicole six months ago, his presence made me wish it had been with him instead.

He now knew something about me that I didn’t know for sure myself until ten hours ago. It complicated everything.

Brayden cleared his throat and rubbed his temples, finally saying more than a few words to me. “Damn, my head hurts today. It’s so bright out.”

“Yeah…I’m glad I’m working concessions today. If I had to sit in the ticket booth and keep looking outside, it would be torture.” I swallowed hard and tried to put my heart in the right place, but it wouldn’t leave my throat. “Doing anything after you get your car?”

“No. Dad’s probably gonna want me to go with him on a few landscaping jobs though, if I had to put money on it.” He ran a hand through his silky black hair.

I forced myself to look at the road instead and prayed he wouldn’t look at me too closely and notice how much I wanted to touch him again. The awkwardness that followed us into the car returned, and we didn’t talk again until I pulled up in front of the shop.

“Here ya go,” I said, putting the car in park.

“Thanks for the ride,” he said. His gaze lingered. His brown eyes were so rich, making him smolder without trying.

Are you gonna crack first, or am I?

I wanted to lean forward to his lips, but we were in the open. Not worth the risk.

He sighed through his nose and ran through his hair again. “See you later.” Quickly unfastening his seat belt, he closed me in without anything more.

I sat in silence for a minute before I put the car in gear and drove the two miles to the movie theatre. He either didn’t know how to make this part of our connection work, or he was so regretful, he’d rather pretend it hadn’t happened at all. But it did happen—and maybe he could go on and fuck someone like Sarah to knock it out of his system, but I couldn’t do that. With the deep ache in my ass and the tingle at the head of my cock fighting against my tight briefs, my body was a collage of reminders.

Fortunately, work was busy enough with a hot new release for the summer that I didn’t have time to think about the way my muscles complained, let alone think about how learned Brayden’s lips were. I had to focus on what was in front of me and tame my indecent urges.

An hour passed. Then two. Then three. I was harried and ready to hide, certain everyone could see what I’d done the night before just by looking at me. Could they tell how I’d submitted so willingly, eagerly, and extended my tongue to catch the drips that proved he couldn’t deny me even if he protested earlier in the night? Did I have cocksucker written across my forehead?

The thought gave me a shiver. Could I get him to do that? Humiliate and use me like a toy?

At three and a half hours, I got a lunch break and opted to relax in my car for the thirty minutes of torture alone with my thoughts. I’d parked in a shady corner of the lot, which was isolated from the patrons who came in to see movies and nestled between a couple of coworkers’ cars that had already taken their breaks. Like this, I could watch something obnoxious on my phone and maybe doze off for a little nap. I barely had an appetite and opted to sip lemonade to substitute an actual meal.

I opened the door and was hit in the face with Brayden’s leftover musk from this morning. He carried it with him, and it was imprinted on me like petrichor and coffee. Unmistakable. I quickly closed myself in so it wouldn’t escape.

It was silent, but my body buzzed. I was alone, but he filled my thoughts. My cock fought against my pants again, leaking a wet spot that threatened to soak through my gray work slacks. My red polo wasn’t long enough to hide an ominous stain like that if it got too bad.

I only unbuckled my belt so I could free myself and let the spot dry. Yeah. Yeah, that was all. My hand brushed over the length of my stiff shaft and I gripped it through the black briefs. I panted involuntarily and quickly looked side to side, thrilled by the prospect of being seen, but scared for what that would mean for my life if I was. My tinted windows weren’t a foolproof barrier from outside eyes.

Youth and stupidity go hand in hand, though. And into my hand my cock went, just slipped under the lip of my underwear so I wouldn’t be fully exposed. Enough for the tip only.

I moved slowly, milking more precum from the end. I closed my eyes and felt his mouth on me, sucking hard and playing with his tongue. My pinky was a poor substitute, but I put it in my mouth to wet it and ran it around the tip in a circle, tickling the edge of my foreskin. I wasn’t so tight that pulling it back hurt, but my head was almost purple, I was so hard.

Just lightly jerking wouldn’t be enough. Had to think ahead. I reached behind my passenger seat for an old t-shirt and tucked it under my cock so I would catch all the leaking precum and the inevitable. A half-empty bottle of water in my console would be perfect to give my hands a rinse after. I reclined my seat, spat hard in my right hand, and stroked all the way from the base of my seven inch cock to the tip, twisting ever so slightly.

I bit my lower lip and sighed. Fuck yeah.

My left hand dove in and I propped my legs up on the dash on either side of the steering wheel. Brayden had tugged my balls, so I did, too. I rolled them in my hand like Chinese medicine balls for a minute—easy, since I had pretty low hangers that were loose. Instinct made me want to go fast with my stroking so I could finally get off. I pumped a little faster, slapping my own crotch with the side of my fist until I felt a swelling of heat in my cock, and I stopped.

I let the exhales out through my mouth slowly. In, out. In, out. I spat on my right hand again and slid it over the shaft, starting over.

While I played with the base of my slightly hairy balls, I imagined my nose was nestled deep in Brayden’s bush. If he was doing landscaping with his dad, he’d sweat all over, meaning he’d be dripping with his trademark aroma everywhere by now. Maybe he’d take off his shirt and show off his defined abs and shoulders. His pecs were flat, but strong, making those nipples of his a treat to flick with the end of my tongue. The harder they got, the harder I got. I wanted to worship his nipples for hours to see if I could get him to come just like that.

I stuffed some of the t-shirt in my mouth and pretended I was sucking on his balls, rolling them back toward my throat and out again. His voice would rumble when I traded from left and right.

Like that, Cody. Be a good cocksucker for me.

Again, I jerked hard, almost out of control. I wanted to come and go back to real life. But the tease, the buildup…it was so delicious. I backed off and ruined the final act, which resulted in a few spurts of precum that helped lubricate the slide of my hand.

How cute, he’d say, holding the back of my neck against him, you haven’t asked me permission to come yet. You told me to fuck you until you were ready—now you don’t get to come until I tell you to.

I huffed, almost gagging on the shirt in my mouth, changing the grip of my left hand so my fingertips knocked on the door of my taint. When I thumped, it rattled through me. Inside was a treasure. A button of sorts, that when pressed, would turn me into a bitch of a boy. He’d found it with ease. Now, I yearned for more.

I opened my eyes to look outside the car again and still saw no one. With the coast clear, I worked my slacks halfway down so I could push my briefs down, too, My white thighs had the same kind of wiry, sparse hair that my cock and balls did—blond—so I looked bigger than I really was. Same effect as if I’d shaved all my pubes. My cock shined with precum and the spit I used to start the session. My balls were darker than usual, more stimulated than I’d ever seen alone before. Pointing my feet to angle my hips forward, I pulled out the shirt to suck on my left middle finger, stuffed the fabric in my mouth again, and tapped at my tight ring.

“Ung…” I clenched my eyes shut. It was still sore inside, but I couldn’t resist. I knew it might hurt me, but I wanted more. I pushed in, surprised at the tight grip around me, fascinated by the soft, warm pocket I had here.

No wonder this feels good. I pulled out and back in a few times, thankful some of my spit and precum that dripped back on my balls helped make me more wet.

I resumed stroking. But my backdoor greeting wasn’t in the right place yet. I hooked my finger forward, stopping when I felt a jolt. Like I needed to piss, but not quite. The whole area was less forgiving, but definitely the right place.

My finger curved again to find it. This time, I pushed against my cum button at the same pace as my right hand’s rubbing. I whined with every exhale and stared at my cock head, purple and leaking, wanting to capture the moment I spasmed all over myself.

Yes, Bray…right there…

I bit down on the fabric in my mouth which was now completely soaked in my spit, but I didn’t care. I let it trail over my lower lip and down my chin. Like I wanted it to be like when I serviced him.

“Ung…god…” I muttered, not able to stay quiet.

With all the blood from my brain firmly set in my crotch, I lost all practical sense. I spat out the shirt and tipped my hips even more forward, rolling so my neck was flat on the car seat. My flexibility again paid off. I finger fucked myself and added a second digit before furiously polishing my dick. It would make my car smell like our sex did last night—Brayden, my sweat, my ass, and cum. If I could’ve bottled it to remember him by, I wouldn’t have hesitated.

I opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue, grunting and keeping my eyes wide for any signals. A few long strings of precum dripped into me; as it was my own, I didn’t mind it in the least. It was almost fruity.

My balls tightened. The spot that made me jolt inside made me feel like pissing even more. I knew I was running out of time to go back to work. I knew if I made a judgment error and pissed all over myself, there’d be no going back. But I simply didn’t care. My brain needed to do this—needed to fantasize about Brayden’s huge cock, about his wet sucking, his powerful fucking, his tender washing in the shower afterward. If it was only once, I could live with that, though I didn’t want to. Reliving it alone wasn’t quite as satisfying.

I panted, waiting for my prize. The swell started in the pit of my stomach, then flowed backward, pulsing in obscene places. Just as the first spasm ricocheted through my sore ass, rope after rope of my hot, white cum coated my tongue. I was a decent enough aim, so only one squirt missed and hit my cheek.

“Fuck,” I whispered, deflating my legs and stretching my arms in all directions as long as it was comfortable. The extra shirt on my chest had a huge wet spot from where I’d crammed it into my own mouth.

Without wasting too much more time, I wiped everything off my body as much as I could, splashed some of the water from the half-filled bottle over my hands and used the clean sleeve of the shirt to dry.

When I returned to the concessions stand inside, I limped there. I’d come, but it wasn’t enough. And when I stared into the abyss of a lull in traffic, I thought about his soft expression. His brown eyes. The trap muscles that made a perfect anchor as he pounded me.

“Cody, you’re off,” my boss said, waving in front of my face several times.

“Oh.” I snapped to attention and checked the clock.

7:30 p.m. Back to reality.