“Hey, I gotta go somewhere and relieve myself,” I say.
Jarrod nods to some nearby trees. “Go take a piss over there.”
I grit my teeth, agitated that he thinks I need instructions on using the bathroom. “Actually, I need to do more than that. I think I’m gonna head down toward that cave I saw by the creek.”
His eyes flick to me. “The cave?”
“Yeah, why?”
He shrugs and returns his attention to a game he’s started playing on his phone. “You don’t need my permission, bro. Knock yourself out.”
“I wasn’t asking permission, I was just communicating with you.” I bite my lip, fighting back the urge to tell Jarrod he really needs to work on his tone. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Have fun.” His eyes remain focused on his phone. At least that should guarantee me some privacy.
I make my way down the hill. The woods seem to swallow me up as the shadows grow taller. I’m shaking with nervous energy, but I’m sure jacking off will make me feel better.
The inside of the cave is dark and smells musty. I can hear the steady drip of water somewhere beyond the darkness. This is as far as I dare to go.
I look around, confirming I’m alone. This whole place gives me the creeps, but I’ll make it quick.
My cock is already rigid when I free it from my shorts. I exhale with relief, feeling the cool air on my balls. I close my eyes and let my thoughts roam free.
All I can think about is Jarrod. I hate it that I want him so bad. I hate the way his juicy pink lips curl every time he thinks he’s made a witty remark, or offered some clever commentary. I hate the way his sapphire blue eyes penetrate me, like he has x-ray vision. He can see everything I’m hiding.
I spit in my hand, get it nice and slick, then sweep my palm across my sensitive cock head. A shiver travels down my back. I start working my shaft, squeezing it and stroking up and down in rhythm.
Jock Jarrod, with his monster cock and his meaty pecs. Just a big mountain of muscle and masculinity. All that hair, all over his damn body. I bet licking him would be like licking a bear. I grunt at the thought, wondering if I’d need to pop a Claritin just to bury my face in all that fur.
I’d do it, though. I’d do it in an instant. Bury my face between those ginormous pecs, lick and bite his nipples until he was begging for mercy, then I’d tongue my way down the cliffs of his abs, all the way down that fun trail below his belly button.
“Oh, fuck, Ian,” he’d gasp. “I can’t take anymore. Please put me in your mouth.”
But I wouldn’t. Not yet.
I’d take a deep inhale of his crotch, really breathe him in until the smell of his sweaty nuts filled my sinuses. His scent would be inescapable, that heaving heap of hotness.
Then I’d finally allow him some relief as I took his raging hard dick in my mouth. I might have to unhinge my jaw just to do it, but it would be worth it. I’d swallow him down to his low hangers. Swallow him until I couldn’t breathe, till I was choking on his massive cock. I’d look up at him through watering eyes to see him smiling with satiated bliss.
With my free hand, I’d reach down and stroke myself. Stroking the way I am now, pulling and massaging my own man meat while imagining the sweet taste of Jarrod’s dick in my throat.
“Let’s cum together,” I’d murmur with my mouth full of cock. He’d understand just what I was saying. Just what I was thinking. He always knows what I’m thinking, with his smart, smug smirk. The clever, cocky, condescending frat bro.
“Yeah, I want to.” His voice would tremble, his labored breaths getting louder.
“I’m getting close,” I hum to myself. I can feel the ache in my nuts, feel the sensations rising. “I’m almost there, Jarrod. Cum with me. Shoot your wad down my throat. Are you ready, Jarrod?”
“Not yet, but if you give me a minute to catch up...” his voice says with a stifled laugh.
It’s then that I realize the voice isn’t in my head. My eyes spring open and I turn around, swollen dick aimed like a gun in my hand, and find Jarrod standing on a rock just above me, peering down into the cave.
“Oh my god!” I stuff my frustrated cock back into my underwear and hastily fumble to find my zipper. “What are you doing here?”
“I think I could ask you the same. You were saying my name.”
My face feels hot. I imagine it’s as red as a tomato. “This isn’t what it looks... I can’t...” I sigh, realizing there’s no way out of this. I throw my hands up in surrender. “Okay, you caught me. I was jacking off and imagining you.”
I glare at him, expecting him to make some outrageous homophobic statement. Expecting him to berate and humiliate me. But instead, he just studies me, cold, calculating eyes sweeping over me, like he’s trying to figure something out. What more could there be to figure out? All my secrets are laid bare now. “Aren’t you going to say something?” I ask with exasperation.