relieve the sexual tension.

Covering himself, Donny almost ran into the locker room and found a lone bathroom stall. No one would be coming for a while, so he chose the middle stall of 3. Donny gripped his 11 with both hands and started pumping and pummeling his meat. He threw his head back and thought about brutally fucking Max as he pulled his hair. Donny stopped. He looked around to make sure no one was looking. He stuck his pointer and middle fingers in his mouth and started twisting and thrusting them in his ass.

This time he thought of Ronda wearing a strap-on and fucking Max while he watched. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly. Ronda's breasts were pointed at the tips and bounced like a ball of jello. Her hair swayed with every thrust. Max's balls and dick flopped on his abs. His sweaty, long hair was in sharp strands as if he came from the pool.

Donny accidentally let out a girly moan ans instantly covered his mouth with his jerking hand. The locker room got quiet...then things started up again as if nothing happened. His boner was still not gone, in fact, he was harder than he had ever been in his life.

Donny tilted his head back and almost screamed at the sight of his best friend Oliver. His blushing face was hairless, save his eyebrows and lashes. His brown hair was swooped like a young Justin Bieber. His body was as skinny as a rail and his forearms, lower legs, ass cheeks, and shoulders were littered with freckles. He smiled at the sight of his **** and exposed friend. He went from the right stall and snuck to Donny's.

Oliver: I thought I heard a cute lil biach. But really...the fuck was that? (Laughs)

Oliver sits reverse cowboy on Donny' knees. The tips of their cocks just touch.

Donny: WTF! I know I can trust you with this, right?

Oliver: Sure bro. Scouts honor, cross my...cross and hope to...whatever it is they say.

Oliver bounces closer. They are chest to chest. Their penises at pressed together like to hot dogs in one bun.

Donny: (awkwardly laughs) Well...you know what? Why don't we talk in the pool? I feel a little embarrassed with my cock on full display.

Oliver: The fuck you shy about?

Oliver grinds against Donny's dick.

Oliver: You mean to tell me that you didn't like when I did this for you when you were just dreaming about Ronda? You didn't like when...I stroked you like this?

Oliver spits in his hand and slides their dicks together in unison.

Oliver: You know I miss when we used to dock each other...

Donny moans pleasurably. Oliver gives a sly smile, then pinches Donny's nipples.

Donny: Oww! The fuck, man?

Oliver kisses Donny's neck.

Oliver: You know...(kiss)...I love doing this...(kiss). I can't get enough of you, but it's ok. You chose Ronda over your best friend. (Smiles sexily) You know NO one can do it like me.

Donny: (laughs) You suck like a fag.

Oliver: (laughs) You KNOW it!

Oliver puts his hands his hips.

Oliver: (In a loud masculine voice) I am a proud father fucking fag.

Donny covers his mouth. Oliver licks it off.

Oliver: Hey... bros before hoes. You still owe me some of that Asian meat stick.

Donny: Please don't talk like that.

Oliver: Okay...okay! It's just you know how badly I need it...(makes a sexy drooling face)

Donny pushes Oliver off his lap.

Donny: You know I'm straight....

Oliver: Come on, man! Then why do you let me play with you so much? Even gay guys have nothing on us. (kisses Donny to the right of lips).

Donny: To close man.

Oliver: You know, you still have to tell me that secret. Let's hit the pool.