Fully Loaded E10 | My buddy services my rod better than anyone else...

Everyone is over the age of 18

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From Wyatt’s POV:

Let me paint you a picture:

I'm sitting there, after having absolutely plastered my good friend’s face with cum with a half-hard cock twitching in the air. I probably stained his couch forever too. 

Then there's my friend, with one eye still forced shut because my jizz is coating it, jerking off furiously in a sweaty and breathy mess beside you. 

God, the post cum clarity hit so fucking hard.  I wanted him to have his nut too of course, but having my friend orgasm right beside me for the first time after blowing my load… uh. Weird. Definitely fucking weird. It felt even more strange to know we were going to be sitting in class tomorrow together knowing what each other’s hard cock looks like. When Aaron finished on his stomach, we cleaned up and I left shortly after that. 

Class the next day actually wasn't so bad, as the prof left little room for any conversation anyways. We split up for different classes afterward and I started to feel a lot better. He's not going to make it weird, so I don't have to either. 

Just as the anxious thoughts clear away, my cock starts to wake up.

It's happening again.

Release time. 

My balls have reached their maximum capacity and now I need to quickly find a way to discharge a load before they start making me really uncomfortable.

Find somewhere. Rub one out. Spray all over a dirty toilet seat. 

I check to see how much time I have left. 5 minutes. I could work with that. Then there's only 2 more hours before a lunch break… wait … is it only 10 o'clock? I just rubbed one out an hour and a half ago in bed–

Oh wait… I didn't. I must have forgotten to. My balls ache deeply as I look for a discreet washroom in this building. I find an accessible single stall in the corner of the first floor and lock the door behind me. 

Jesus, I need to let one out right now. My cock was beginning to inflate before I could get into my position in front of the toilet.

Good thing I wore sweatpants today. I pull them down and grab my half-hard cock. I spit on it and rub it in, letting my cock swell in my hand. The electrifying pleasure I feel from touching my dick lets me know I’ve made the right decision. I need this. 

I watch my mushroom head slide in and out of its hood while I feel the liquid pool in my balls. I can't believe I haven't cummed since last night. I always need to take care of morning wood as soon as I wake up, often twice, and I've learned to keep a towel at my bedside because apparently, my balls are in full production while I sleep. I've been way too confident with not having the towel around before and ended up with cum-stained sheets. 

I must have been drained yesterday then. But even with the couple times I've been to gloryholes, I've never skipped a morning nut the day after. I don’t remember if I've ever skipped a morning nut since I could nut.

I close my eyes and think about Aaron's slippery fist sliding over my gland, causing the pleasure in me to spike in my body. I do the same movement with my hand now, sending me quickly to the point of no return. 

“Oh shit…” I try to relax my body as the floodgates open. It comes out of me in a continuous stream like white piss, going straight into the bowl before the contractions started. The orgasm was rough, with hard but spaced-out squeezes on my sensitive cock. I stroke to match those massive throbs, timing it to pull my cock out of its hood to spit out a short stream of cum with each contraction.

I close my eyes when the throbbing subsides. Such relief.

1 minute till class. I wipe my tip with the side of my hand and lick it up. Oh yeah, that was another thing I didn't do this morning. I didn't eat my cum. It’s been a long time for that as well.

By the time I was halfway through the class, I started feeling the urges again. I was too backed up and I didn't empty myself out enough in the bathroom. The shittiest part of it all, was that this class was important too, because the midterm is tomorrow. My dick brain preferred to think about how that blonde loudmouth in class would look with cum all over her lips that never shut.

Would Aaron want to help drain my balls again? 

Then I would be able to focus on studying for the midterm. He did a good job of emptying me out, and it's a lot safer than going to those glory holes whenever I do need a solid draining. I was going to his place afterwards to study together anyways. 

“Why are you being weird?” Aarons asks me after we study for a while at his place.

“I'm not being weird!” I definitely have been thinking about ways to start the conversation but nothing seemed right. My dick brain convinced me that it would be worth it to wait and I didn't relieve myself before coming over.

So now I'm really fucking horny. Sitting in the same spot that I got milked yesterday wasn't helping either. My focus is going from the course material to my dick twitching every couple seconds.

“Just say what you want to say,” Aaron says without wavering his eye contact. 

Fine.

“I really need to bust a nut right now.” My boner is fighting against my underwear to finish getting hard. 

“Yeah?” He closes his books.

“Yeah.” My heart pounds as I stand up to take off my sweats. 

“Ok,” he whispers as he gets on his knees and starts touching my swollen balls and cock. His first touch validates all the desire that I have for his hands right now. 

I need him to service my cock. 

“Spit on it man.” I whimper as he pulls my foreskin down and rubs the spot right below the head. “It's sensitive…”

Aaron spits on it, but it dries too quickly on my cock. I look awkwardly down at him when the dryness takes me out of the moment again. I could spit on it, but he'd probably want to move out of the way before I do that. 

“Hold on,” he says as he gets up. “Sit down. Oh…uh…wait.” He goes into this room and comes out with a large green beach towel. Covering the couch with it, he motions me to do it. I sit down on the towel, spreading my legs as I lean back. 

“Oh hey, sorry about your couch yesterday.” I run my finger through the towel’s soft bristles. I watch him warm some lube up in his hands and then slather my shaft with it. 

His two hands gliding uninterrupted on my cock propelled me into a new height of pleasure as I sank into the couch, pushing my hard cock and balls towards him to play with. 

He grips the base with one hand, while the other spirals the top half in a backhanded stroke. 

That move makes my balls fucking churn. I can feel them getting triggered to produce as much juice as quickly as they can. 

“Jesus…” An increase in speed in that stroke makes me moan out at the heightened sensation. I arch my back, and he spirals up my shaft with both hands, passing my sensitive cockhead with both palms.

His hands switch orientation, with his twisting hand now at my balls, and the other hand playing with the ring just below my dick head. 

“Oh yeah…” I love how the understated movements are just enough to keep my pleasure going without letting me come down nor push me over the edge. 

“Oh fuck!” He starts a standard stroke on me and I look at him with wide eyes to warn him that that's going to get me close. 

But he knows. He plays with my cock in random unpredictable strokes, keeping my dick rock hard and in need of more. I crave the standard stroke, arching my back and falling back on the couch when he gives them to me and takes it away.

One particular move in his rotation, using two hands and tornado swirling on my whole shaft was done one time too much. I gripped at the blanket, feeling like that was the end. 

“I'm going to nut,” I whisper and his stroke changes again to focus on my balls. 

“I'm still going to nut,” I warned him as I felt the pleasure of continuing to climb with his thumb and index finger pulling on my ballsack. 

“Just hold for another minute,” Aaron says in a mesmerized tone as he puts one of my balls in his palm. My cock sprays a warning shot of precum as I bathe in the feeling of being edged. “One more minute please.” 

I force myself to take a deep breath and relax all my muscles. My heart is still pounding but as long as he stays at this slow pace, I should be okay.

“You must have a super prostate.”  Aaron marvels at my hard rod’s naturally stiff position, pleasuring it slowly with his lubed-up palms. 

“I don't know about that,” I whisper as I fight to stay on top of the waves of energy generated in my dick.

“I mean I think that's what makes you cum so hard,” he says, stroking me faster until I tense up again. He lets go and says, “You’ve never tried?” 

“Going up my ass? Not yet.” I close my eyes when I enter a glorious wave of sweet pleasure through my cock getting played with. 

“You don't have to go up your ass at first. You can start by playing around the outside. His fingers slide down to my taint, circling gently. 

The spike in sensation catches me off guard, and the fact that I've never felt it before isn't helping either. I tense up my whole body as the levels of pressure take over my body. 

“I'm cumming! I'm going to cum!” I shake my head at Aaron, who ignores me and continuously rubs my taint. I feel my cock engorge further with blood and…

“Cumming!” The pressure culminates at the tip of my cock and I start pissing cum again. 

“Stroke me. Stroke me! Stroke me!” I squirm desperately at the escaping pressure and moan out loudly when he resumes his strokes.

Right under the head! Just how I like it!

AHH! 

AHHH!!! 

The cum is hitting my face.

My neck. 

Soaking into my shirt.

It's on my lips and searing my taste buds with the bittersweet flavour

His finger on my taint.

“OH MY GOD!”

I hump upwards, completing the last couple of strokes by fucking his closed slippery fist. Then I grab his wrist to hold his hand down so it doesn’t pass by the head again.

“Holy shit.” Aaron looks around with wide eyes at the towel I'm sitting on. It’s all over his shirt as well. He takes it off, ruffling his curly hair in the process.

“Sorry,” I wheezed and closed my eyes, my chest heaving up and down at the thorough milking. 

“So you've never played with your ass?” He wipes up my cock with the sides of the towel.