Fully Loaded E6 | My buddy doesn't mind if I'm there when he jacks off

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I don't know if he's more horrified or if I am. I stand there frozen at my bedroom’s doorway staring at him, and he stares back with his upper body twisted towards me with the blanket covering his naked thighs. His pants are in a ball on the floor in plain sight. Again I’m a bit shocked at how hairy his legs are, even though this is definitely not the moment to be focusing on that.

“I'm used to sleeping naked,” Wyatt stammers with an awkward and guilty smile. He's not naked though and his face isn't selling the lie either. Wyatt seems to give up on it as soon as he says it. While searching for an excuse and looking around the room desperately, his eyes look down at my crotch and the burning feeling at the top of my ears intensifies with heat. 

Of course I'm wearing the rattiest underwear I've owned for years. I don't usually wear these tight white ones anymore either. Fuck, all that money I spent on expensive underwear for nobody to see usually, and this is what he catches me in. Just my luck. 

I've softened a bit due to the shock, but I can still feel the precum slowly rolling through my shaft and making its way to the tip. I'm worried if I make any movement, my cock will squeeze the liquid out. 

When I don't respond, Wyatt’s face goes from embarrassed to tremendous guilt. I can see it register on his face that there’s no escaping the fact that I've just seen him tug on his cock in its full erect glory.

“Sorry,” he says while sitting up fully, pressing on his crotch to make sure the blanket keeps him covered. “Just…uh…”

“It's okay,” I finally choke out. “I mean… I'm a guy too. I get it.” 

The drop of precum rolls out of my cock tip and gets absorbed by my underwear. The cool and wet feeling in my dickhead is familiar, but I'm not used to being exposed to someone else while it’s happening.

“Yeah,” Wyatt smiles a bit more with ease at my words. “Just a habit I have in the morning. I didn't expect you to be up so early.” His eyes wander to my tighty whities again, clearly staring. 

I glance down to see in horror that my precum is soaking through, leaving a transparent mark that leaves little secret to what the dick head looks like. 

My ears burn again and I imagine I must look like an idiot with fire red lobes on the sides of my head.

But my cock is responding differently. Instead of shrinking away like I want to do with my life, he gets bolder and pushes against the tight space that keeps him constrained. I feel completely exposed to his eyes, and while a part of me is completely distraught, my cock seems to want more because it keeps pushing the precum out. 

I want this. This isn't how I pictured it playing out, but my body can't hide that it likes it.

“I guess you have the same habit too,” he breaks the silence by looking back up at my face. I can't find the words to respond. I'm way too shy to ask him to jerk off together or something like that. 

“Well…I don't know about you, I'm going to be really sore if I don't finish this… so…uh…”

Is he about to suggest it? My cock pulses again. 

“I just need like 3 more minutes,” Wyatt finished his sentence with a desperate look on his face. 

It makes sense that he's the type of guy that has to finish. All that cum backed up from the night needs to come out of his system. He thinks I can't tell, but his right hand that's under the blanket is creating minuscule movement in the blanket. He's still hard. His cock and balls are demanding him to finish. Each little movement must feel so good to him right now. He must be so hard and so full of cum after a whole night. That's so fucking hot to me.

“Yeah, okay,” I swallow and quickly go to the kitchen and grab the power towel that I'm looking for. 

“Hey can I uh…” the embarrassed tone in his voice was back. 

I understand and tear off a piece of paper towel for him. After we both pause in silence for a second, I roll out and tear off a bigger piece and hand it to him. 

“Thanks.” 

He watches me go back into my room, and I purposely stand there and don't close the door to see if he will say anything. 

He doesn't. 

I hear him get settled back into a lying position on the couch. I can't resist turning around to look and see his long feet and legs hanging over the edge of the couch. He wasn't using his phone for porn this time. I can't see his face, but it feels like he's got his eyes closed.

He doesn't take the blanket off him like I hoped, although the moving mountain created by his hand jerking up and down is equally hot to watch. 

My cock demanded my attention so I stuck my hand into my underwear to soothe the ache as I watched the back of  Wyatt’s hair shake slightly. 

Wyatt snatches the paper towel that is sitting on top of his chest with his free hand and disappears under the blanket.

“Mmm,” his head tilts back further on the armrest, causing his long hair to fall back as well. His hairy right calf jerks in the open air while his covered body shudders in rhythmic contractions. 

All that cum that's pouring out of him right now. Blasting against the paper towel held by his other hand.

Some of it is probably leaking off the side by the way he’s moving under that blanket.

His toes curl and clench in the brightening daylight. From my limited view of his face, I see his jaw open wide as his head tilts back even more 

FUCK! 

I nut again in my underwear, holding my breath as to make any noise. I close my eyes to cut off the visual stimulation because I don't want an involuntary moan to ruin the situation, but images of Wyatt dumping a huge load repeat in my mind as my knees shake through my orgasm.

I want Wyatt to cum all over me.

I want Wyatt to soak my face with it.

I want to stick out my tongue while he blasts at me.

“Shit,” I hear Wyatt mutter to himself in annoyance. Then he says quietly, “hey Aaron? Could I get more of that paper towel?” 

I stand there with my dick almost completely visible in my soaked white underwear. I look at the untouched paper towel in my hand.