Fully Loaded E11 | I catch my friend spying on me...

Everyone is over the age of 18

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From Wyatt’s POV:

The feeling of getting my balls completely drained is so blissful to me. It's such a rare feeling for me to feel the tanks be completely empty, even after jerking off 3 or 4 times. So when it does happen, that total relaxed sensation I have in my body and mind is what happiness feels like for me. 

Aaron is incredible at milking every last drop out of me. It still makes me feel strange knowing that we’ve been normal friends for so long before this. 

And now just thinking about his hands makes me hard. 

I forgot to jerk off again this morning. To be honest, I didn’t really forget, but I didn't really feel the need to after the milking I got from him the day before. But now, sitting in the lecture hall, I regret it so much. There's a guy sitting in the row in front of me, sensually stroking the lower back of the girl next to him. 

They're definitely going to fuck after this class. They might think that they're being subtle, but I can see him making small grabs at the side of her chest between his back rubs. Her hands, from what I can see, look like they’re on his lap. 

With the tension that they're building in between them, I can already imagine both their faces when he sinks his hard-on into her. 

I'd spray my cum on both of them. I'd start with her, and then aim my cock at him to soak that smug pretty boy face. 

My phone lights up on the small desk table, breaking me out of my fantasy. It's Aaron. He's sitting 2 seats down from me, with our friend in the middle. 

“You awake? You haven't taken any notes for the last half hour.” The text reads.

Thinking about his hands gliding in every direction on my lubed-up cock stokes the horny fire in me. I remember the feeling when his fingers massaged the area between my balls and my ass and how that just made me cum buckets and left me a tingly mess on the couch.

I throb at the memory and text him back. “Just distracted.” Before sending it, my cock compelled me to add more. “I really need to bust a nut.” 

I watch him read the text. As soon as he reads it, he looks down at my crotch, like he's trying to make out a bulge in my dark jeans. 

“Hold it. I'll help you after this class.” 

There's 20 minutes left in this class. My cock throbs again and I adjust it with my hand in my pocket. When I do, I feel precum well up to the tip of my cock and dribble out. 

Nope. No way.

“I can't. Sorry.” I shake my head subtly at him. Our friend in the middle seems absolutely oblivious to our conversation. I take my things and quietly get up while the prof is turned around and leave through the exit at the top. 

I make a beeline for the library bathroom that I'm used to. I kept looking down as I walked, expecting my boner to bust out of my pants at any moment, and I arrived at the bathroom before I knew it. 

Fuck! Someone's in there again. 

As I contemplate my other options, I hear the toilet flush. I chuckle silently to myself. Maybe it's my day after all.  While I wait for him to finish up and unlock the door, the washroom door opens behind me and I move out of the way. 

I see his curly hair before I register that it's Aaron. 

“Oh fuck…” his eyes widen when he sees me staring back at him. 

He followed me?

The bathroom stall opens too, and a man that looks like he could be a professor comes out and washes his hand. I stay speechless and immobilized as I stare at Aaron's red face. 

How long has he known about my secret spot? 

The prof wipes his hands and makes his way to the exit, weaving past the both of us while giving us a strange look. When the door closes behind him, it's Aaron that speaks first. 

“Sorry–” 

“Did you follow me?” I interrupted him. 

Putting his hands in his pockets, he replied. “Yeah.” 

“That's fucked up man,” I say in confusion. “Why?” 

He shakes his beet-red face. 

Whatever. I have to take care of business while I have a chance. I make my way to the stall and push it open. 

“Wait, Wyatt, I'm sorry! I just got excited knowing that you're going to… going to…” He follows me to the stall door.

The washroom door creaks open again. 

FUCK!

I quickly went into the stall, pulling Aaron in too by instinct, and locked the door behind him. Stuck in the tiny cubicle together, we are almost pressed up against each other while the sound of someone pulling their fly down on the other side of the door starts. 

Aaron is quite a bit shorter than me, so I have to look down at him. Behind his curly bangs, his eyes are full of shame and regret. 

I'm not sure if it's because his body is so close to mine, or it's that I've conditioned myself to be horny in this stall, but my raging boner comes back with a vengeance. I need to let it out. 

Right.

Now.

As if he can read my mind, Aaron gropes the front of my jeans gingerly, feeling my rock-hard package. 

“Can I?” He mouths silently at me. He finds the orientation of my shaft and rubs along the length of it. 

Yes, I'm angry that he followed me. Yes, I'm angry that it seems like this isn't even the first time he's done it, just the first time I've caught him.

But I'm a weak man. 

And I need to cum. 

And he’s really good at draining me.

I unbuckle my jeans and he eagerly shoves his hands into my boxers as soon as he can. Resisting moaning as he handles my swollen cock, I take my boxers off too. In the tight space, my dick head pokes at his dark green sweater, leaving a snail trail of slime. 

He mouths something at me but I can't quite make it out. When he tries again to no avail, he grabs my hips and rotates to the right and I shuffle around until I'm turned around and facing the toilet. 

The sound of someone pissing outside stops, but before I hear the urinal water run, I hear the door open and more footsteps come in. 

Oh fuck! I clench my jaw when his hand grips my cock again. He must have spat on his hand, because the way his hand is sliding on my cock 

Is

Fucking

Incredible.

The way he caresses my shaft like it's a thing to worship is 

Such

A 

Fucking

Turn

On.

I push both hands on either side of the stall to stabilize myself while he reaches around to service my cock. The quiet sound of another man pissing in the urinal begins while my long shaft gets the stroking that it needs so badly, 

His other hand is grabbing at my ass cheeks, which I clench because I'm not used to anyone touching them. I don't mind though, and in fact, the slightly uncomfortable new feeling is keeping me from busting too soon.

I don’t mind enjoying being stroked for longer. My balls can have time to build up all the juice that needs to come out.

At the same time, I can't wait to be drained of every last drop again. 

The door creaks again as the second man leaves too, and I take the chance to let out a sharp moan. 

“You like that?” Aaron's quiet voice is shaky as he twists his wet palm on my uncut head, increasing the pleasure to almost unbearable. “You're leaking… a lot.” 

My cock sprays out a shot of precum when he mentions the word leaking. Feeling that I'm about to nut, he tightens his grip. 

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ …” I press my sweaty palms on the stall door and look down at how my blood-filled cock is sliding in and out of the opening of his fist. It’s going to be a big one. I can feel it.

His hand on my ass cheeks reaches down and in between my legs.

“Oh!” I whimper as he touches that spot again. It's that spot right between my balls and my asshole. His fingers press and rub while his other hand strokes me.

“I'm going to cum…I'm going to–” The cum sprays out of me at high pressure, propelling out at a force that leaves my knees weak. I hang on to the wall as the convulsions take over my breaths and I coat the toilet lid, handle, and the wall behind it with my splatters. 

“Right under–” I don't even have to finish my sentence when Aaron switches his stroke so his fist nudges the bottom of my mushroom head in his strokes, causing me to dump out the rest of my cum onto the floor. 

He slows his stroke even more, barely moving down the length of my cock as he pumps right under the cock head. His other hand moves torturously slow on my taint, not allowing me to come down from my high.

The post-cum sensitivity begins to take over and I grab the wrist of the cum covered hand that's wrapped around my shaft. 

“You're still cumming. I can feel the pulses here.” He pushes on my taint as I watch thicker white goo leak out on me. “Let me finish you off. Don’t worry, I won’t go too hard.”

I let go of his wrist and place my hand back on the wall as he delicately milks me.

Why is touching that spot so fucking good?