Vanquishing Chet

Jon couldn't believe how friendly and generous his new friend, Chet, was. While his offer to Jon had been simply to return to his family's home to get cleaned up and find some clothes, what Chat had given him was so much more.

Up the stairs they had bound, hand-in-hand, Jon's breasts freely bouncing with every step, reminding him of how manly he had become since his encounter with the bees. Never had he stepped foot in Chet's house, but having the young man pull him along, fingers intertwined with his own, made Jon feel safe and secure. Not that he would doubt Chet. His new friend had done nothing but show his trustworthiness to Jon. From cupping his breasts when they met on the street, to introducing Jon to his mother as Chet's new 'girlfriend', Chet truly had Jon's best interest in mind.

Jon had never been someone's girlfriend before. Of course, it wasn't as if he was unfamiliar with the term. He'd heard it so many times back home. While he was fuzzy on the details, he was sure that he'd even used it a few times himself! It was an intimate term, used for a special friendship, one where you trust the other person implicitely, are more comfortable with them than you were with yourself.

There was a matching term, one that went with it. Jon thought hard about it, trying to focus as he was pulled into a bedroom that looked like it belonged to Chet. A queen-sized bed, a dresser, a small desk with a laptop, and a mixture of posters with images of scantily-clad women on the walls. Then it hit him. The term that went with girlfriend.

"So I guess that makes you my boyfriend?" Jon asked, blushing, hoping he was using the word correctly.

“Guess so,” Chet said as he grinned, pulling Jon into a hug, as if to physically confirm the connection that was implied by the phrase.

“Oh good!” Jon said, squeezing his new boyfriend tightly, admiring the nobility shown in Chet’s acne riddled face, “I’ve never been a girlfriend before! I hope I’m doing it right.”

“You’re doing just fine,” Chet said as he turned, taking Jon with him, and pushed Jon onto the bed.

Jon couldn’t help but feel giddy as he bounced in the mattress. How long had it been that he had a close enough make relationship that he could roughhouse in their bedroom and not fed weird about it? So long that he couldn’t remember even one. Well thanks to his new boyfriend, that was all changing.

Chet launched himself atop Jon, who welcomed him with wide open arms, wrapping his arms and legs around the young man. If Jon’s boyfriend wanted to wrestle, he’d be in for a surprise. Jon was in the mood to get physical, and with Jon’s newly augmented masculinity, Chet wouldn’t stand a chance.

One thing Jon didn’t anticipate, though, was Chet’s creativity in fighting back. With Jon holding tightly, his breast mashed into Chet’s chest, his smooth, hairless legs tightly holding Chet’s groin pressed against Jon’s own, the young man had only one move to try.

It was brilliant, Jon had to admit, for Chet to shove his lips against Jon’s. It wouldn’t be a battle of sheer strength, but one of discipline. Lips locked, the two rolled around the bed, bodies intertwined, as they fought for who would have the best breath control, who would be able to last longest as close as they were. Jon tried distracting Chet, rubbing his hands up and down his boyfriend’s back, grinding his groin against Chet’s, even shoving his tongue into his opponent’s mouth.

All of it had an effect, but it didn’t seem to turn the tide. Jon’s boyfriend was just far too good at it. He had to admire the strength and self-control the young man was displaying as he moaned and writhed against Jon, grabbing Jon’s ass, pressing whatever that hard object he had in his basketball shorts into Jon’s crotch. There was just no breaking him.

And so Jon decided to take things to the next level. While it was fun to wrestle with his boyfriend, Jon still had to get cleaned up and dressed. At this rate, he’d be rolling around on Chet’s bed all day! What Jon realized was that the reason he was losing was that he was letting Chet set the rules. It was time to change things up.

Feeling Chet’s body weight shift slightly, Jon leaned to his left and rolled on top of his boyfriend. Then he lifted sat up, straddling the young man, his lips leaving Chet’s. He had to admit that he was getting a workout. His breasts were heaving as he panted, his heart pounding. Chet reached up to hold Jon’s chest, something Jon was both appreciative of and wary of. While they were wrestling, even an innocent action like grabbing Jon’s boobs had to be considered a move to try to win.

Not wanting to lose his momentum, Jon decided to do some grabbing of his own. The most distracting thing that Chet had working for him was the object in his shorts. As Jon straddled the young man, he could still feel it pressing into him. Reaching between his legs, Jon slid his fingers past the elastic waistband of the basketball shorts and grabbed hold of the object, not too hard, but firmly, enough to manipulate it and use it to Jon’s favour.

Then, one hand on the object, Jon tried to smack talk Chet.

“What do you have here?” He said, giving the object a squeeze and a tug, “Is this for me?”

Chet moaned. A good sign that Jon was starting to win.

“Oooh I think it is,” Jon continued, “I must be the luckiest girlfriend in the world to have such a generous boyfriend like you, bringing me such big gifts.”

Jon knew his chiding was working great. The way his boyfriend was groaning and moaning, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, Jon could tell that he was being driven crazy by the fact that he'd lost his big advantage to Jon. But he wasn't done yet.

"I hope my big strong boyfriend won't mind," Jon said, goodheartedly mocking Chet, "if I play with my new toy a bit."

With that Jon, still holding onto the object, leaned forward and once again pressed his lips against Chet's, only this time it was on his own terms. Instead of the object causing Jon constant distraction, Jon began to manipulate it, rubbing it up and down with is fingers, knowing full well that he had finally gotten the upper hand.

And his hard work paid off. Within moments, Chet began to shake violently, moaning even more loudly, eyes squeezed tightly closed. In Jon's hand, the object, whatever it was, began to spew a hot liquid into Chet's basketball shorts. While Jon didn't want to be a sore winner, he didn't want to relent to early. He eased off the jerking motions he had adopted with the object, instead holding it gently in his fingers, giving it soft squeezes as Chet shook, just enough to remind Jon's boyfriend of who had won the contest.

After a few minutes, Jon dislodged himself from Chet, sitting up, still straddling the young man.

"Well that was fun!" Jon said with a big grin, sliding his hand out of Chet's shorts, noting that it was covered in the liquid from the object. He began to lick his fingers off as he stared down at his vanquished boyfriend.

"You're telling me," Chet said, his face flush from exertion, "and now it looks like we'll both be needing a shower!"