Nervous

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"Shh!" Mikey almost choked, trying his best to hold in his laughter.

Dylan's face was becoming increasingly red from his own attempt to remain quiet as the pair of eighteen-year-olds pushed through the cobwebs and deeper into the darkness.

Their history teacher's voice could be heard from the other side of the thin wall that they had found themselves behind. They were the class clowns, the likely suspects in every incident that took place in the school and for good reason.

Dylan had found the secret exit in the back of their history classroom, and upon exploration, both young men found that if they simply inched their way between the pipes and the wall, they could get from the back of their classroom, all the way out to the school yard.

Mr. Patterson was at least two hundred years old, so the likelihood of him even realising that the boys were missing was very slim.

Mikey looked back at his best friend, still covering his mouth in an effort to remain undetected, and walked straight into a thick, old pipe. The sound vibrated throughout the cramped walkway and the two of them stared, wide eyed at each other until Mr. Patterson continued speaking to the class.

Dylan almost burst out laughing, but the pair of them composed themselves, Mikey rubbing his head and Dylan pushing him further. Finally, they had escaped and found themselves outside.

It was raining, but they had known that. It was far less likely to be discovered at the back of the school yard in this weather. Most of the teachers were too lazy to patrol it anyway, but even more so in weather like this.

The two sneaky students hugged the wall, scurrying along it while keeping an eye out for any possible threats, as though they were soldiers in battle, until finally they had reached their destination.

"I can't believe he didn't hear you smacking your head you idiot" Dylan smirked as they shuffled behind a large water tank and out of sight of the school building.

"That fucking hurt" Mikey laughed, rubbing his head "here".

He handed his pal a cigarette and they huddled together in an attempt to light it under the rain. They'd been friends since the first day of school, drawn together seemingly by their shared disposition for mischief.

Dylan was the older of the two, but only by a couple of months. He was taller than Mikey, and some would say that he was rather more handsome than his younger friend, but truth be told, both boys possessed a cheeky charm that even some of their teachers had been captivated by.

They were more like brothers than best friends and it showed.

"It's too wet!" Dylan growled, his thumb turning red from the spark wheel of the lighter.

"Give it here" Mikey said, rolling his eyes as he pulled the damp cigarette from between his friend's lips and put it in his own mouth.

Mikey was the cuter of the two, with a shock of dirty blonde hair and a set of dimples that gave him a youthful glow. He was a messy lad, unbothered by his appearance and likely to be found with scuff marks on his knees from horsing around in the school yard.

"Okay you're right" he resigned as the cigarette snapped in half, oozing wet tobacco as it fell to the concrete.

The two defeated friends sighed as they leaned against the rusted steel water tank.

"So what now?" Dylan groaned "we can't go back to Patterson like this" he added, gesturing toward his soaking school uniform.

"There's another forty minutes before home time" Mikey said, checking his phone "I guess we can just hang here until then".

The two of them stood in silence for a moment, their backs pressed against the rust until a loud crack sounded and they both disappeared.

"What the fuck!" Dylan gasped as the pair of them fell through the old, rotten steel.

They braced for the freezing water in the tank to submerge them, but a split second later they found themselves crashing to a dry, baron and earthy foundation. The two of them looked up into the darkness of the water tank.

"It's not a water tank" Mikey said, leaning on his elbows.

The only light was the one spilling in from the two student-shaped holes that they'd fallen through, but aside from that, the inside of the vessel was quite dark.

They got to their feet and looked around. It was quite small given it's large appearance from the school yard, but was certainly enough to keep them comfortably sheltered for the next forty minutes.

Dylan stuck his head out the hole he'd slipped through and grinned back at his friend.

"Why are we only finding this now?!" He beamed "imagine how cool this would have been a few years ago"

Mikey nodded, walking around and exploring the small, dried up reservoir.

Ten minutes later and the novelty of finding the hidden space had worn off the two of them. They sat next to each other, counting down the minutes until they could finally sneak back out and go home.

"I'm going to my dads place this weekend" Mikey said and Dylan growled.

"We're supposed to be going to Hannah's party" he groaned "you said you'd come!"

"I know!" Mikey snapped back "but they've been on my ass about not seeing him so I have to".

They sat in silence for a moment before Dylan shrugged.

"Fine, it will be shit anyway".

Only the sound of the heavy rain could be heard against the rusted steel above them and then a low, muffled noise poured from Dylan's phone.

"Dude" Mikey gasped "what are you watching?"

Dylan smirked back at him before turning the phone around to show a very pretty woman pleasuring herself on a bed.

"You're a creep" Mikey scoffed "can't you wait until you get home for that shit?"

"Why should I?" Dylan shrugged "this place seems pretty private".

"Yeah, except I'm here"

"Like you don't watch this shit" Dylan laughed, and returned his gaze to his phone.

Mikey sniggered to himself.

"You ever play Nervous?" Dylan asked, without looking up from his phone.

"Nervous?" Mikey repeated "no, I don't think so. What is it?"

A flash of excited embarrassment rushed across Dylan's cheeks for just a second before he began to explain.

"It's just a game" he told his friend "you put your hand on the other person's head and slowly move it down their body. You keep going until one of you says the word Nervous"

"What, like down their pants?" Mikey gasped, sounding horrified by the idea.

"Yeah, but it never gets to that point" Dylan told him, defensively.

"Why not?" Mikey asked, sounding a little bit more curious.

"Because the other person always says the word before I... The second person gets their hand down there".

"Right" Mikey nodded, thinking "I guess it's a good way to see if a girl is into you" he added with a laugh.

"Yeah" Dylan scoffed, his tone somewhat deflated.

"It is played with a guy and a girl, right?" Mikey asked awkwardly.

"Yeah!" Dylan barked "obviously, you fag!"

He lowered his head back to his phone as Mikey glanced over at him.

"Have you ever played it?"

Dylan shrugged.

"With who?" Mikey barked, the excitement in his voice evident "was it Hannah? Is that why you're so insistent on going to her party?!"

"No!" Dylan snapped "and mind your own business".

Mikey laughed aloud at his friend's embarrassment and considered the conversation that they'd just had.

"Wanna play it now?" He teased, curious of his friend's response.

Dylan looked up from his phone, his expression serious.

"No way" he spat, unconvincingly "that's gay as fuck!"

Mikey shrugged now.

"Who cares?" He replied "there's nobody here, and you said no one ever gets to that point anyway".

He could see the excitement in Dylan's face, but the young man did his best to contain it.

"Fine" he said, as though it was he who was being put out by the suggestion "but I'm going first".

Mikey nodded and stood up, Dylan followed him to his feet and the pair of them stood before each other.

"So how does it work?" Mikey asked.

Dylan looked nervous, but confident as he reached out his hand and placed it on his shorter friend's wet, black hair.

"I just move my hand down until you say Nervous" Dylan explained "but I'm just warning you" he added "I've never lost".

Mikey scoffed.

"Played this with a lot of dudes, have you?" He asked and Dylan's face flushed red.

"No!" He hissed "with girls you idiot".

"Mmhmm" Mikey nodded under his pal's hand and Dylan grabbed a chunk of his hair and pulled it.

"Ouch, you dick!"

"Are you ready?" Dylan asked impatiently as Mikey laughed and nodded.

The two boys went silent and ever so slowly, Dylan began to move his hand. He caressed Mikey's cheek, then moved gently down his chin. He placed his open hand against his friend's clothed chest and continued downwards.

He could feel Mikey's heart race as he moved by the area, and he could feel his own heart do the same.

He went slower now, knowing that there was only so much of his friend's torso to travel before reaching the destination.

He felt his lean stomach under his damp school jumper and knew that it would be any second now, when Mikey would say the word.

Mikey followed Dylan's hand with his eyes. Watching as it moved slowly down his body. He wasn't sure why, but the excitement of the situation was building inside him.

His friend had reached the bottom of his jumper when he looked into Mikey's eyes.

"You haven't said it!" Dylan barked, as though Mikey had broken a rule.

"So I win?" He asked with a grin.

"No, you twat" Dylan snapped "but why haven't you said it?"

"Because I'm not nervous" he shrugged and Dylan appeared disgruntled but impressed.

"I'll keep going" he said, as though it were a threat "I've never lost"

"I know" Mikey nodded "but neither have I".

The two of them stared at each other for a moment before Dylan smirked.

"Fine" he said, and shoved his hand quickly under Mikey's jumper, feeling the warmth from his bare skin.

"Your hands are cold!" Mikey gasped, but seemed unbothered otherwise "and aren't you going the wrong way?"

Dylan's hand was now moving back up his warm, slender body. He could feel his friend's developing abs under the layer of smooth skin.

"I'm tryna' make you nervous dipshit"

Mikey allowed him to explore his torso, but evidently wasn't the slightest bit nervous about it.

Dylan was unsure whether this was backfiring on him, or whether it was working perfectly. After a moment of rubbing his best friend's naked stomach, he realised he had no choice left.

"Dude, I'm gonna do it if you don't say the word" he half laughed "don't think I won't"

Mikey shrugged.

Dylan looked determined now. He glided his hand back down Mikey's abs until he felt the waistband of his school trousers. He stole another glance at him, realised that he still seemed nonchalant and placed his hand over his clothed crotch.

Mikey flinched slightly as Dylan held his covered package in his hand, but besides that, he remained unmoving.

"Dude this is getting really gay" Dylan laughed, but his hand didn't move.

"For you" Mikey sneered "you're the one holding my dick".

Dylan opened his mouth to argue, but his friend was quite correct.

"Are you gonna say it?" He asked, and Mikey shook his head.

"Fuck sake, bro" Dylan gasped, as though the answer was causing him a great deal of stress.

"You know I'll do it!" He added and once again Mikey shrugged.

"You keep saying that" he smirked "but you're taking your time".

For the second time, the two of them locked eyes. Was Mikey willing him to do it?

Slower than before, Dylan slid his hand back to the waistband of his friend's trousers and began to finger his way inside them. He kept an eye on Mikey, waiting for him to finally call it, but he seemed no closer to saying it now than he did at the start.

It was even warmer down there, and though he'd yet to manage to squeeze his hand all the way in, he knew that the heat could be coming from only one place. His heart pumped forcefully in his chest.

"Will I open them?" Mikey asked and Dylan gawped at him.

"I... Well... I..."

Mikey rolled his eyes as his pal blabbered before reaching down and unbuttoning his grey trousers, they fell to his ankles instantly.

Dylan's mouth fell open as he stared down at his pants-less friend. He wore a pair of white boxer-briefs which hugged his crotch tightly and his legs were smooth and tanned, just like the rest of him.

"You know that you can say the word too" Mikey grinned, but Dylan had barely heard him.

His fingertips were still lodged in the waistband of Mikey's underwear, and it was now or never. He inched deeper, feeling the bristles of shaved pubic hair as he did. What would anybody think if they walked in right now?

Despite his calm demeanour, Mikey was nervous. He wasn't gay, or at least he didn't think he was, but the thrill of this game was making him feel something he'd never felt before. He held his hands behind his back as Dylan continued to edge further down his boxers.

"Dude, you're touching my dick" Mikey barked and Dylan's eyes widened.

"What?! No I'm not!" He hissed, but he didn't move his hand.

"I can feel your finger on my dick, bro!"

"I'm not touching it!" Dylan snapped back and Mikey laughed.

"I'm just fucking with you" he grinned.

Dylan glared at him for a moment, and then without warning, dug his hand deeper and closed it around his friend's flaccid cock.

Mikey gasped, this time his eyes widened and they simply stood there, Dylan's hand firmly holding his best friend's tool and Mikey, shocked but amazed.

"So who wins?" He asked, almost breathlessly, somewhat enjoying the feeling of his cock being squeezed.

"I... I don't know" Dylan admitted, also enjoying the feeling of a cock in his hand.

It wasn't small, but it wasn't as large as Dylan's own one. Despite the height difference between them, he was happy to know that his cock was larger than his friend's.

"Well one of us has to say it" Mikey said, and without warning he reached forward and yanked Dylan's trousers to his knees.

"What the fuck!" Dylan snapped, momentarily releasing Mikey's pole from his grasp, before finding it again.

"What?" Mikey shrugged "it's my turn".

"That's not how you play it!"

"So what? It's not like you're gonna get nervous if I touch your fucking head"

Mikey pulled Dylan's black boxers away from his body and much to Dylan's shock, shoved his hand straight inside and grabbed his cock.

"Holy shit" Mikey gawped as his fingers wrapped around the thick fleshy tube "you're fucking big!"

Dylan smirked but felt awkward as they stood together, doing the gayest thing that he could possibly think of.

"So now what?" Mikey asked, and it was evident that he'd gotten quite interested in the game.

"I... I don't know" Dylan said, his face red "I've never gotten this far".

Still holding each other's cocks, Mikey considered it.

"I have an idea" he told his friend "but you can never tell anybody about this, got it?"

Dylan listened and nodded curiously.

"You still got that video?" He asked and Dylan awkwardly reached down into his pocket and pulled out his phone to show the paused video he had been watching earlier.

"The first person to cum loses".

The words sounded almost foreign, even to Mikey who had just said them. Was he really suggesting that they jerk each other off? It was crazy, it was disgusting, but it was exciting.

Dylan looked unsure for a moment, but nodded.

He pressed the screen and the video began to play.

Awkwardly, as though they were purposely trying to be bad at it, the boys began to slide their hands up and down each other's soft, wrinkled pricks.

"Will we pull them down?" Dylan asked, and Mikey nodded.

They slid each other's underwear down their legs and grasped the cocks again. Dylan's had grown slightly, though was still quite soft. Mikey's remained flaccid.

They both watched the video, though neither one of them could actually focus on it. It felt strange, but good as they continued to masturbate one another.

Dylan was now passing semi and close to reaching a full erection, Mikey wasn't far behind him and a minute later, both young men were erect.

"Mine's bigger" Dylan noted and Mikey squeezed his cock viciously.

"Mine's thicker" he snarled and Dylan used his fingers to smack his buddies smooth balls.

They laughed as they continued to pump each other to the video.

Dylan did his best to stifle the moans that were desperately attempting to pour from his throat. It felt good. It felt really fucking good. His friend's hand was soft, yet firm. Had he wanted to, he could have blown his load right there, but he couldn't lose, not now.

Unbeknownst to Dylan, Mikey too was close. He had never been touched like this by another person before, and the feeling was mind blowing. His cock tensed and pulsed in Dylan's hand and they continued to wank each other.

"I win!" Dylan barked "You came! You came on my hand you sicko!"

Mikey glared down at his cock. He hadn't cum, he would have certainly known if he had.

"That's not cum you dipshit!" He hissed and Dylan's jaw dropped "that's that clear shit that comes out first".

"Pre?" Dylan asked curiously, dropping Mikey's painfully stiff cock and pressing his thumb and forefinger together and lifting them apart to see the string of clear fluid.

"Oh shit, you're right" He sighed and grabbed Mikey's wet cock again.

They continued squeezing and pumping each other. Mikey's hand soon became wet with Dylan's juices too and the sound of sloshing filled the old water tank.

"Stop going so quick!" Mikey gasped, his cock on the verge of explosion as he tried his hardest to coax his friend's seed from his balls.

"You stop!" Dylan groaned, sweat forming under his arms.

They pumped each other ferociously, neither of them even watching the video anymore. Their balls bounced up and down under their tools, pre-cum spilled to the floor and they breathed heavily.

Dylan's legs began to tremble first, and Mikey noticed it. He squeezed his friend's shaft, jerking it as best he could, but the sight of Dylan edging closer to orgasm excited him beyond words.

Dylan gasped, he was so close, but he couldn't lose. He could see that Mikey too was on the verge, he wanked his buddy harder, paying attention to his sensitive glans.

It was becoming almost impossible to stave off the impending orgasms. The two lads were concentrated, their eyes on each other, waiting for the inevitable moment.

In the distance, the school bell rang out and they knew that soon, hordes of students would be approaching, they had little time.

"Fuck it!" Mikey moaned, finally allowing it to escape "the first one to cum wins!"

Dylan nodded, relief flooding his body as they hand fucked each other.

It took only a few seconds. Both young men began to thrust their hips awkwardly, their eyes squeezing shut and their bodies becoming swarmed with a wave of intense pleasure.

Mikey could feel it surge through him, starting in his balls and pulsing through every inch of his body. Dylan felt it in his toes, as though it were working it's way up, and a moment later, his lean body began to tighten.

Two thick spurts of creamy, hot jizz exploded from the two cocks at the exact same moment. Dylan's load began to spray across his friend's groin, drenching his cock. Mikey's burst further up Dylan's body, coating his school jumper in seed.

More and more of it spilled from their aching cocks as they moaned and shuddered with each rope. It was everywhere. It dripped down Mikey's shaved pubic area, sliding down the crease and dripping into his boxers from his balls.

Dylan's jumper was destroyed in the mess, and it was evident to anybody who might see it, that the liquid on him was unmistakably cum.

Breathless and drained, the two lads stepped back and glared at each other as their wet, drooling cocks became flaccid once more.

"My mom's gonna kill me!" Dylan snarled, his pants still around his knees as he looked down at his jumper.

Mikey was doing his best to suppress a laugh as he stared down at the mess he'd made on his friend.

"Just tell her you were jerking me off in the water tank and I nutted on you by mistake" he shrugged and Dylan, after a brief look of fury, laughed too.

"Is there someone in there?"

The two of them grabbed their trousers and yanked them up as fast as they could. They knew the voice instantly.

Dylan tried to wipe the seed from his jumper and Mikey was still in the process of buttoning his trousers when Mr. Mulligan appeared at the gap that Dylan had fallen through.

"I should have known!" The principal growled "get out here now! The pair of you!"

Dylan was still frantically trying to wipe the cum from his jumper as they began to pile out of the water tank, and a moment later they stood, red faced and breathless, the remnants of the orgasms still pumping through them, in front of Mr. Mulligan.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is in there?" He yelled, his face nearly as red as theirs "what on earth were you doing in there?!"

Dylan and Mikey looked at each other, both of them trying not to laugh.

Mr. Mulligan's eyes fell to Dylan's jumper.

"You'll both be..." he paused, evidently making the connection and his face turned puce.

"Don't go in there again" he said, composing himself slightly "it's very dangerous".

With those words, the headmaster scurried off, quicker than they'd ever seen him scurry before.