Fully Loaded E17 | I test my friend's limit when he's horny

Everyone is over the age of 18

Continued directly from the last story 

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I took every chance I could to tease Wyatt on the car ride home. Every time I felt like our friends in the backseat weren’t looking, I’d reach over and give his crotch a squeeze. I just wanted to make sure he stayed rock fucking hard the entire trip home.

And he did. I loved peeking over and seeing the shape of his dick imprinted on his shorts. After having grabbed it a couple times, the fabric hugged nicely around the shaft, leaving very little to the imagination of his slight curve to the right. 

Of course, there’s the wet spot at the tip that just keeps getting larger and larger. It’s satisfying to watch the fruits of my labor manifest itself so clearly on his gray shorts. The more I teased him, the more he leaked. The more he leaked, the more I wanted to tease him.

And GOD the desperation on his face is so hot. Wyatt can barely contribute to any of the conversations happening in the car, and he continuously looks down at his crotch like it’s commanding his attention. 

“Wyatt, can you help me with the bags? I can’t grab it all with the fishing poles,” Freddie says as he gets out of the car. Wyatt looks to me silently and shakes his head, nodding to the front of his pants. The size of the wet spot now covered a large part of his right lap and the way the older dried juices mixed with the fresh deposits made it obvious to any man what it was. With a little smile, I go out to help the boys with their bags. 

Wyatt was completely different as soon as we got on our way again. With just the two of us in the car, he adjusted his seat all the way back to stretch out his long and thin legs with a groan. 

“Oh my God…” Wyatt sighs as he touches his hard-on through his shorts. I quickly replaced his hand, wanting to be the only one to soothe his ache. “I really need to get off. Like, right now.” He solicits my hand to stroke him by putting his palm on top of my hand.

“Just wait, we’re almost at my place,” I say while signaling to make a turn. 

“You don’t understand…” he groans in discomfort. “Look…”

While I concentrate on waiting to turn, Wyatt peels his shorts down to his ankles and spreads his knees outwards. The sigh of relief from him gave me a strong urge to look even though the traffic was busy, but god damn I was not disappointed.

His cock looks excruciatingly hard with the way it leans extremely into its natural arch. Milky goo puddled on his abs and connected to his uncut head by a thick sticky string. His hairy thighs spread outwards gives me a perfect view of his low-hanging balls, which I know are bursting at their capacity right now. 

“Hold on,” I say with my own cock throbbing in my pants. I accelerate the car and drive as quickly as possible to my place. Wyatt holds his cock, pushing his foreskin over his sticky cockhead with his face in a pained expression. 

He needs to cum so fucking badly.

so.

fucking.

badly.

When we get to my place, we leave the bags in the car and head directly inside. Straight after the door closes, Wyatt takes off his stained shorts.

“Please suck me.”

“Wait, let me take my shoes off first,” I say as I lean down to untie my shoelaces. I’m stopped by his grip on my arm and he pulls me back up to look at him. 

“Please.” The desperation in his voice is unreal. I look down to see his cock just as hard as it was during the car ride. With no more capacity to resist, I kneel down on the doormat and lick the underside of the shaft. 

“Oh…” The low shivering moan from him spurs me on to keep licking him. He tastes salty, like a mix of his sweat from the long ride and his dried-up precum crusted on his skin. Using only my tongue, I follow the natural curve of his cock with slight enough pressure to not move his cock.

“Ah…ahh…ah…” 

“Mmmm…” I hum as a fresh drop of precum rolls down his shaft and I lap it greedily. 

“Can you suck it?” Wyatt gasps above him, grabbing the base of his cock and pointing it towards me. 

I take his hand off his cock and it bounces back to its natural place. I service his balls, making his thighs tremble deliciously again. “Are you going to cum if I do?”

“Probably…oh fuck…” The thump of his head hitting the door as I lick up his shaft makes me consider letting him flood my mouth with his tasty bitter juices. “I can probably cum again after the first one too.”

Hah. Not bad for a negotiation.

But not what I want. 

I want one giant cumshot. One that is teased out of him in a way that makes him fucking writhe in ecstasy when it begins because there’s such a long hang time before he starts shooting. 

“Come on, let’s go to the couch,” I say as I stand up, feeling pleased with myself after looking at his frown and begging eyes. “It’ll be better there. Should we find a towel or something?”

“No, fuck that,” Wyatt says. He goes to sit on the couch, putting his legs on the coffee table. “Just hurry. Please. It hurts, Aaron.” 

I take off my shoes and then go to the living room, where I admire his long limbs stretched widely and his flagpole of a cock begging to be touched. That’s when the idea came to me.

What’s he willing to do in his current horny state?

I go into my room and open my bedside drawer to pull out my dildo. It’s not a particularly fancy dildo, but I’ve always liked the girth of it. When I went back out to the living room, Wyatt was stroking himself tenderly and laughed at the dick in my hand.

“What is that?” Wyatt says with a nervous laugh.

“It’s going to help drain you. Completely,” I say with some confidence.

He stares at the girthy plastic cock in my hand for a couple more seconds while stroking, then he nods. 

“You’ll make me cum right?”

I crawl under his legs to get into position. I apply the lube first on the dildo, then I use my slippery hands to spread it on his taint. 

“Fuck!” Wyatt’s hand flies off his cock. I pick up his pulsating cock and grip tightly at the base. Then, I use the dildo’s tip to spread the copious amounts of lube to his crack. 

“Ready?” I rub the base of his cock lightly.

“Do it,” he pants and I push it in.

“OH!”

His cock throbs in my hand.

“I –” 

I push it in further. 

“Aaron?!” 

The base of his cock pulses under my thumb. Although the dildo is only half in, I could tell Wyatt has reached his limit for now. I stroke the base of his cock lightly, inciting the precum to come pouring out of his tip. 

Another idea flashes in my head. I scoop up the goo from his stomach and web it in my fingers. The milky color is beautiful, and the consistency is satisfying to play with. Keeping one hand on the handle of the dildo, I get up from my knees. His eyes squint as the movement pushes the dildo ever so slightly deeper inside him. I hold the web of thick precum in front of him, and Wyatt leans forward to suck my fingers clean, all the while keeping his eye contact on me. 

I take the dildo marginally out of him and push it back in deeper than it was before. His eyes close while his tongue goes in between my fingers. 

This is going to be fun