The worst pep-talk ever

A few periods later, Jack and his friend Greg sat at the back of their last class of the day, casually playing with each other's dicks as they chatted quietly. Up by the blackboard, Ms. Moreno was rewarding everyone who got 100% on last week's exam with the usual gangbang.

"Top ten in the whole school?" Greg scoffed. "She must really be into you, dude. You are objectively average."

"Says the four-inch wonder over here," Jack enveloped Greg's entire length in his fist and teased the head with his thumb to emphasize his point.

"Hey, I can go balls-deep in any mouth I want. And I take it up the ass better than Ms. Moreno up there."

At the front of the class, Doug Hayes was struggling to cram more than half of his notoriously thick cock up the teacher's tight chute. Jack thought fondly of the time he and Doug had spitroasted Greg in the boy's locker room; that meaty rod had slid right in between his friend's cheeks with almost no resistance whatsoever. He thanked his lucky stars Doug had never tried to use that monster on him.

"So," Greg sighed, reaching down to fondle his friend's balls. "Where you gonna take her?"

"Huh?"

"Stacey, dude. Where you gonna take her for your first date?"

"Oh, uh... I dunno. I've never really thought that far ahead..."

That was a lie. Jack had thought even farther ahead than this, imagining how and where he would propose to Stacey some day, what she'd look like in her wedding dress, the lingerie she'd wear on their honeymoon. But those fantasies had always skipped right over the dating stage; he genuinely had no idea what they were supposed to do here and now.

"Maybe just a movie or something?"

"A movie? C'mon, that shit's minor leagues, dude. If you're gonna make it with a girl like Stacey Owen, you've got to get on her level."

Greg reached into his backpack for his phone and pulled up a picture of indeterminate limbs, faces, and genitals, all tangled up together in an erotic mass of well-lubricated pleasure. It wasn't clear whether any of the bodies in that mass were Stacey's, but Jack did recognize several of her cheerleader and football player friends.

"My brother was on the team, right? And he said they did this shit after every game. Now, you've got an in somehow -- she thinks you're cute or whatever -- but cute's only gonna get you so far. If you can't perform, she'll get bored and drop you like that."

To illustrate, Greg lifted Jack's balls off his chair and dropped them back against the plastic seat. The impact was just enough to make Jack suck in his breath, more out of fear than pain.

"No way, man," Jack said, pushing Greg's hand aside to massage his tender sack. "Stacey's not like that. You didn't see the way she blushed when she realized I was into her."

Greg sighed and shrugged as he stood and shook his ass in his friend's face.

"Whatever, dude; it's your funeral. I'm gonna go make the new girl suck my sack."