Easy Cum, Easy Go

All characters are 18+

There are people who exist who take the term laid back to a whole new level. They don't understand the concept of awkwardness, embarrassment, urgency or stress, it simply doesn't exist to them, and let me assure you, I am not one of those people.

Alex, however, was.

This isn't some lovey-dovey tail of friendship that ends in a romantic blossom of happily ever after. Before all of this, I thought Alex was a pompous prick who looked down his nose at anybody who wasn't as wealthy or as popular as he was. After it, I felt almost the same.

We were paired together for a project in school. Normally, that wouldn't have bothered me because Alex was the type of guy to sit back and let the other person do all the work, and that suited me perfectly fine. This, however, required equal participation and also made up twenty-five percent of our grade for the year, so sitting back and doing nothing simply wasn't an option.

He scoffed at me when I asked what he wanted to do. Now I want to preface this by saying that I am not a prude. I wasn't some nerdy kid who popped boners for math class, I just knew that with high school coming to an end, it was pretty important to finish the year on a high, but Alex didn't share my enthusiasm.

We had three weeks to get it done, and by the end of the first week, Alex had spoken to me precisely four times, and still couldn't remember my name. I struggled on, desperately trying to do enough to get a good grade for both of us, but when our chemistry teacher noticed that it was only me doing the work, he doubled down on the fact that it had to be a joint effort.

Finally, after two and a half weeks, Alex decided that it would probably be a good idea to put his name to something. Reluctantly, he invited me over to his place, and I don't know who was more unhappy with the idea.

Alas, the idiot had left everything until the last minute, so we had no choice. He needed my help to complete his part, and I needed his help to make sure we didn't flunk the class. It was an entirely awful situation.

Just as I expected, his house was gigantic. Four fancy cars sat in the long, pristine driveway, the front lawn had a damn fountain in it, but I wasn't there to admire his garden. I pressed the expensive doorbell and was greeted by an underwear clad Alex.

"You're late" he yawned, and even though I wasn't, I ignored him and found myself gawping at his body.

Now, you're probably expecting me to describe a powerfully muscular body, ripped to shreds, with a solid six pack, a huge bulge and arms of steel. But the kid was eighteen, and when he wasn't in school, he was probably jerking off. He had a slender body, the hint of forming abs, and a small brushing of fair hair leading from his bellybutton into his boxer briefs.

Naturally, as a closeted gay teenager, my eyes did fleet briefly to his junk. It was nothing spectacular, but I could make out the shape of his dick in the velvety fabric, and admittedly, it was rather exciting.

He stepped aside and I walked in. I'll save you the jealousy of describing the eye watering mansion, but it was nice. Real nice.

"Magda" he said, scratching his crotch as he lazily strolled across the marble floor.

A middle aged woman who looked rather pleasant looked up from the vase that she was dusting.

"Bring some snacks up in about thirty minutes, will you?"

"Yes, of course" she replied, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head.

"You could be polite" I growled, and even though I had intended to say it under my breath, Alex sniggered.

"She earns more money than both your parents put together" he told me, pulling a wedgie out of his ass, inches from my face, "I think that's polite enough".

That told me, and with my jaw clenched and my fists the same, I followed him upstairs, then up another stairs, and finally we were in his bedroom.

I found it rather funny that his house was so grand, so luxurious and so huge, yet his bedroom wasn't unlike my own. Yes, it was at least three times the size, and yes he had his own bathroom, a walk in closet, and a bed which made my own one look like a cradle, but the place was a mess.

Clothes lay strewn around the floor. I couldn't help but glance at the countless pairs of underwear that lay open in the seat of discarded pants. Although I couldn't take a proper look, I was almost certain that I could see cum stains in the crotches.

"There's the computer" he said, pointing to it and falling back on his bed, "knock yourself out".

I opened my mouth to explain that he needed to do something, but the words died in my throat as I watched him slip his hand into his underwear.

Being around teenage boys for eight hours a day, and being one myself had gotten me used to the fact that we spent most of our days touching ourselves. Mostly, it was mindless, as though we subconsciously had to check that it hadn't fallen off every so often, but it quickly became clear that Alex wasn't checking the whereabouts of his dick.

"Does yours bend like that?" He asked me, as though we were having a friendly discussion about the weather.

I couldn't believe my eyes. It had taken the guy less than a minute to become fully erect under his boxer briefs, and now I was looking at his boner outline, and my mouth fell open.

The door opened behind me, and I almost laughed as I expected Alex to scramble to cover himself, but the young man continued to stare at the tent in his underwear, and directed Magda to leave the snacks on the table. The woman didn't even bad an eyelid.

I felt like I was in an episode of the fucking Twilight Zone. My head shot between the maid and Alex, and a moment later she was gone, and I was left gawping.

"You should get started" he told me, and pulled the back of his underpants down to reveal the cheek of his butt. "I'm gonna' jerk off".

I don't know why that shocked me, but it did. Part of me expected a set of hidden cameras to become clear, but as Alex rolled his underwear down his legs and produced a very handsome dick, I realised that this was no joke.

"What, are you gay or something?" He scoffed, sprawling himself naked on the bed, "you've been crying about this damn project for weeks, so do it".

Normally, I was a pretty fiery guy. I had no issue with arguing with him, but suddenly the project didn't seem so important anymore. I walked toward the computer, my mouth dry and my heart thumping in my chest, but I simply couldn't help but turn back and watch as Alex began to literally wank.

I wasn't sure whether to be offended that he thought so little of me that he was happy to jerk off whilst I sat there, or if I should be thankful that a pretty handsome young man was doing it. I decided that I would reserve judgement for a while and enjoy the show for as long as I could.

"Um... I don't know what you want to do your part on" I gulped, as Alex pumped his cock.

He exhaled loudly and opened his eyes.

"I don't fucking know, man" he sighed, "you're the smart one!"

"It's your half of the project!" I spat, and Alex dropped his cock and let it slap against his smooth groin.

"Leaves or something" he mumbled, reaching into his locker and squirting lube onto his hand.

"Leaves" I said mindlessly, now watching as the naked teenager lubed up his cock and got back to work.

The project could wait. I stared at him now that his eyes were closed again, watching as his young body became slick with a sheen of fresh sweat. I could see the muscles under his smooth skin, tightening in places as he coaxed himself to orgasm.

I had the perfect view of his most private, or in his case, not so private areas. I could see his taint, which just like the rest of him, was impeccably groomed. I watched as his full balls bounced up and down, and the smooth flesh of his cock dragged them upwards. His helmet was glistening with lube and pre-cum, and I could see his ass cheeks clench.

On and on it went. He was biting his lip now, his free hand toying with his loose balls, swirling them between his fingers as his toes curled.

I was mesmerised. It was like Alex had put me under a spell, and all I could do was watch, now sporting my own erection, as he pleasured himself inches from me.

He gasped slightly. My eyes widened. He dropped his balls, moved his fingers to his nipple and squeezed the small bud as his naked body became taut. His toes flared, his hips thrust upwards, and Alex began to moan as thick ropes of sperm squirted from his cumslit and splashed against his smooth torso.

Every fibre in my body felt warm and fuzzy as Alex poured his load over himself. I had intrusive thoughts of running over and mopping up his mess with my tongue, but the young man finished by squeezing his foreskin over his glans and emptying the rest of himself into his bellybutton. A moment later, he was soaking up the seed with the boxer briefs that he had taken off, and then he sat at the end of the bed, his cock swollen and pulsing, and a trail of spunk drooling onto the floor.

"Have you not even started yet?" He asked, doing a basketball throw with his soaked underpants against the wall. They splashed and slid into the overflowing laundry basket.

"I um... I uh..."

"You better hurry up" he sighed, "otherwise we both fail".

Alex strolled over to the plate of snacks and picked up a Dorito.

"Hey" he laughed, and I stared in excited horror as he held it under his flaccid cock and squeezed another bulb of remaining cum onto the chip. "I'll give you five bucks if you eat this".

I wasn't sure, but something made me think that perhaps being partnered with Alex wasn't so bad after all.