Fully Loaded E8 | My buddy shares his secrets with me...

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I ran out of the seedy club before I even buckled my pants up properly. I was still trying to do it with trembling hands when I jogged away from the crowd smoking outside the door.

Could he have known it was me from one word that I said?  I could recognize his voice of course, but I also already knew he was going to be in there. I settled into convincing myself that even if he recognized my voice, it would still leave me enough benefit of the doubt that it could be someone else. 

Nonetheless, I didn't get much sleep that night, what with my first gloryhole experience, hearing Wyatt get sucked off, and almost getting caught. It was a beautiful surprise when I'm scrolling through my phone endlessly at 3 am when I saw a new video posted on the cocksucker’s Twitter. 

“This horny big cocked young guy couldn’t hold his massive load back,” the caption reads.

My dick got hard so fast. 

It’s just a 2 minute clip, but of the best part. I watch the cocksucker suck on the tip of Wyatt's uncut cock while his hand juggles the loaded balls.

“Wait wait wait …” I hear Wyatt's voice clearly on the recording, fueling my excitement as I place a pillow under my crotch to hump. 

The masked man pulls down Wyatt's foreskin and a spurt of precum comes out and lands on the cheek of the mask. The man pushes Wyatt's cock up against the stall with his nose while he tenderly sucks on the base of Wyatt’s shaft.

“Oh yeah… I like that…”

A thumb massages the underside of Wyatt’s tip in circles while the masked man's lips makes out with a tightening ball sack. 

“Ahh…ahhh… oh fuck ….” His moans are a lot clearer in my headphones than they were earlier through the stall doors. 

His long cock gets swallowed easily and I see him jerk back in pleasure as his shaft gets serviced with expert precision. The hands and lips work in harmony to make sure he’s always stimulated and never left alone. There is not a moment for Wyatt to descend from the pleasure and gain control of his own cock.

“Oh! Careful!” The strain in Wyatt's voice is palpable. 

The smile on the masked man’s face is hot too when he says, “You've got a sensitive big cock, don't you?” 

He sticks his tongue out to lick up the underside, ending with the tip of his tongue at Wyatt’s slit. 

“Yeah…nope…oh fuck… I gotta cum…I gotta cum now...” 

The sucker gives him another lick and Wyatt shivers intensely. 

“I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!!!’

His cock bounces and throbs as it explodes, showering cum all over the black mask in full view of the camera with no stimulation. 

“Stroke me! Stroke me!” Wyatt demands desperately in my ears. The sucker grabs his cock and jerks him off rapidly.

“Right under the head!” The masked man complies immediately and cuts off Wyatt’s next sentence. Thicker strings of cum begin to jet out of his cock and paint the top of the mask.

“Oh GOD! UHH!!! UHHHHHH!” 

I close my eyes and jizz in my underwear, squirming against the pillow as Wyatt’s loud moans blast in my ears. The sound cuts off as I finish, and I’m left panting slightly by myself in my room. Taking off my soiled underwear, I throw it on the floor next to my bed and close my eyes to drift away naked in the endorphin-flooded state. 

I caught up with Wyatt later in the afternoon that day and after a long sleep. The health nut in our friend group had peer-pressured everyone into doing a half marathon later this month, so we have to train for it.  After training, we went over to my place to recover. 

“Fuck I am so dehydrated,” Wyatt says before chugging a big bottle of water. 

“I bet you are,” I smile to myself, remembering the massive amounts of white liquid he left on the black mask.

“Aren't you?” 

“Yeah,” I say I drink some water too. Not that I let out juice anywhere in the same amount as you do, I say in my head. 

“You wanna shower first or should I?” 

“You can,” I said quickly, sitting up in my seat as I wondered about him unloading in the shower. 

“You sure? I could be a while,” he says as he stretches in his t-shirt, letting me see just a peak of pit hair. 

“Why?” I ask, already knowing the answer but wanting to see what he would say. 

“My long luscious hair." He does a hair flip while giving me a dorky smile. 

“Sure, if that's the lie your mom bought when you started taking hour-long showers,” I joke back, surprised at my own courage. Something about knowing that Wyatt has a secret dirty sex life is encouraging me to be more out there with him. If he's willing to be dirty in secret, maybe he's willing to share it too with the right person. 

“Fine!” He throws his hands up. “I'm going to rub one out in there. Sue me. So do you want to go first or not?”

“I thought you said your habit is in the morning,” I keep my composure as I head into dangerous territory with my words. 

He's going to think I'm weird.

And there goes this friendship cause I'm a fucking weirdo.

Is he going to stop staring at me?

“Hey, sometimes I gotta do it more than once a day,” he says shyly.

Liar. Try every day. Everywhere. 

“Me too. Yesterday, I had to do it three times.” I scan his face for any interest in continuing the topic. His eyes light up, like finally he's able to talk about something that he's been holding back.

“Dude!!! Yeah when I'm backed up, I gotta get it all out or…” his excitement trails off as he looks a bit embarrassed. “Sorry, TMI.” 

“No no no, it's fine,” I reassured him. “What do you mean, get it all out?” Does someone like Wyatt ever get completely emptied?

“Oh, well you know when you don't get it all out and that itch just stays inside you? Sometimes the morning session isn't enough to last me the whole day.” 

My dick is throbbing. I stay silent, wondering if he'll say more. 

“I think…sometimes jerking off isn't enough stimulation to get all of it out, but a good edge with someone can really drain me for a day,” he adds.