They watched the rest of the movie without talking much between them. John couldn’t get the thought of paddling out of his mind. It kept coming back to him at the commercial breaks when there was no narrative to distract him. He wanted to say something but Grady seemed to have forgotten about it despite his interest, and despite watching the clip several times. Perhaps it was the presence of his father in the house, John thought.
When the movie ended they changed the channel to something else. John was beginning to feel comfortable sitting there in just his underwear when Grady’s father walked into the room. The presence of the man made him sit up, take note of what his crotch looked like and if there was any visible sign of arousal.
“Your mother wants to go out tonight so I’m going to meet her,” he said. “I’m taking my bike so I’m going out to get it ready.”
Grady looked over his shoulder to his father as he left the room, then looked to John and grinned. John thought to say something but couldn’t think of anything so he decided to excuse himself.
“I have to use the restroom,” he said.
“TMI, I don’t need an announcement. Unless you want me to go with you?”
“Fuck off,” John said before he got to his feet.
He looked down at Grady and decided he shouldn’t walk past him, shouldn’t make himself vulnerable. He turned and moved around his side of the couch, walked behind Grady, through the house to the bathroom. He closed and locked the door behind himself and went to the toilet. It was easy to tuck his underwear under his balls. The sound of his urine hitting the bowl seemed the loudest he had ever heard it. He noted the color, a sign of his hydration, and flushed before he put down the lid and went to the mirror. He saw his reflection and shook his head. He told himself that he looked foolish in just a pair of white briefs, especially the way it formed around his cock and balls. The white color added to the definition. He was thankful there weren’t any visible stains. He decided that he would go back out and put on his jeans.
He went to the bathroom door, unlocked it, opened it, and turned off the light. The house was quiet. He couldn’t hear the television. He walked back to the living room and was surprised to find Grady still sitting. He looked to the end of the couch to where he left his jeans but they were gone.
“Where are my pants?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Grady answered.
“Give them back.”
Grady raised his hands and said, “Search me but I don’t have them.”
“Very funny,” John said.
“Actually it is,” Grady replied.
“I want them back. I want to leave.”
“But we were having fun. My parents are going out.”
“I know,” John said.
“What if I told you that I have a game in mind?”
“Like what?”
“A competition,” Grady said.
“What kind of competition?”
Grady held up a wooden spoon.
“What’s that for?” John asked.
“Shove it up your ass,” Grady said. “What do you think?”
John balled his fist.
“It’s for a spanking competition, the loser has to stay in his underwear the rest of the night.”
“And the winner?”
“Gets his jeans back,” Grady answered.
John thought about trying to fight him, making him submit until he gave up the jeans and his shirt, or else maybe stealing some clothes from Grady’s room, but he stopped himself. The idea of a spanking competition sounded interesting. It was the thing he had been thinking about while they watched the rest of the movie. It would be a test of his endurance for pain and a chance to give Grady a few swats.
“I’ll do it but when?”
“Right now, up in my room,” Grady said.
“But your father?”
“He’s playing with his bike. That could take hours, plus I can see him from my window upstairs. We can check to see him working.”
“I don’t know. We’d make a lot of noise.”
“What about something else?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Come with me,” Grady said.
Grady jumped to his feet and walked past John who turned and followed after him. At the stairs he couldn’t help but look up at Grady’s ass, the stretched fabric was almost transparent. When he felt a stir of feeling he looked away. At the top of the stairs Grady turned on his friend, ushered him back to his bedroom, and inside where he locked the bedroom door.
“If you don’t want to play a spanking game, and you want it to be quiet, then we could have a jerk off competition.”
“What?”
“Lots of guys do it. We lay down next to each other on the bed with something to catch our cum and we see who can do it the fastest.”
“I don’t know,” John said.
“The slowest?”
“Doesn’t that sound kind of gay?”
“Only if we jerk each other off,” Grady said.
“This is getting kind of weird,” John said.
“Let’s up the stakes. Loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the night without question.”
Grady moved to his desk and set the wooden spoon down. John looked him over, then looked away before making eye contact. That was a big stake, but then he thought of having Grady under his will and it excited him. He thought about taking the spoon to him, bossing him around, making him grovel. He was pretty horny and felt he could get one off easily.
“Okay,” John said.
“Great, let’s get to it.”
They moved to the foot of the bed, faced away from it. Grady placed his thumbs in the band of his own underwear, pushed them down, then stepped out of them. He tossed the material onto his desk chair. John wasn’t ready for such a move. He decided to keep his underwear on. They were nearly shoulder to shoulder. Grady sat first and John followed. Grady slid back and John followed. Grady lay back and John followed.
“On the count of three,” Grady said.
John reached into his own underwear. Grady took hold of his own dick with one hand and his balls with the other. Grady counted to three and they both began to jerk as fast and hard as they could. John felt himself straining against his underwear easily whereas Grady’s dick stood up in the air. They looked down over their stomachs to their crotches and their hands. John was shocked to see the size of Grady’s engorged dick.
“I’m a grower not a shower,” Grady said.
“You don’t brag about it,” John replied.
“Yeah, well, focus on your own dick,” Grady said.
John closed his eyes and continued to work himself. The sensations were familiar to the ones he felt in his own bed before going to sleep, but he couldn’t stop thinking about daylight, being in someone else’s room, and Grady’s father outside. He lost focus and let out a groan of frustration as he felt himself soften. He tried to think about other things, erotic things, but he could only think about where he was and Grady’s dick. He thought about the head of it.
“I’m almost there,” Grady said. “Better hurry up.”
John opened his eyes to see Grady stroking himself in long motions before aiming his dick back up at himself. Grady stiffened in the bed, raised up his ass from the cover, and began to shoot ejaculate up over his body. The first shot went the farthest to hit the pillows, the next on Grady’s face, down his neck, his chest, and finally oozed out of the end and into his pubic hair. Grady relaxed on the bed but John felt himself still ready to orgasm and began to stroke some more. Grady reached out and put his hand down over John’s to stop him.
“You don’t get to orgasm,” Grady said.
“What?”
“You took too long.”
“Please, I hate having blue balls.”
Grady raised up his hand and brought it back down in a hard slap to John’s crotch. John pulled his hand from his underwear in frustration, let it lay on his chest. He thought it was over but then Grady raised up his hand and brought it down a second time, hit him more squarely on the balls and made John cry out in pain.
“What was that for?”
“To remind you of the competition and that you’re now my bitch.”
John started to turn away but Grady rolled onto his side and stopped him. He pulled John back to the bed. They looked up at the ceiling.
“Your first task is to clean me up.”
“What?”
“I’d have you lick it up but I don’t think you’re ready for that so I’ll let you use a towel. They’re in the bathroom downstairs. I’d hurry up before my father comes back inside.”
John got up to his feet. His dick still straining against the fabric. He walked to the door, thought to ask for some jeans but decided he was lucky to still be wearing his underwear.
“Don’t take too long and don’t jerk yourself off, that thing better still be hard when you get back.”
John unlocked the door, stepped out from the room, and broke into a run. He took the steps easily though his cock bounced when he did. He listened for a moment at the bottom of the stairs, then dashed for the bathroom. He got a few towels and ran back as quick as he could. When he got the bottom of the steps he thought he heard the front door open so he ran as fast as he could back up to the second floor. He got to the bedroom door and was surprised to find it closed, and locked.
“Please hurry up and let me inside. Your father is downstairs,” John whispered.
Grady unlocked the door, opened it a crack.
“Give me your underwear,” he said.
“What?”
Grady held out his hand. John listened for more sounds in the house, decided he couldn’t risk being caught and that he couldn’t determine if his father was headed upstairs, or what he would do if he saw him. He slipped off his underwear and handed them over.
“Get down on your knees,” Grady said.
John looked around again but decided he was naked and at Grady’s mercy so he slunk down to his knees. Grady opened the door and John shuffled inside.
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