My Friend’s Gooner Room 02

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Chapter 2: Pocket Pussy

I expected him to toss the sock into the pile like usual. But instead he kept holding it, shifting his blanket, and then extended his arm in my direction. The sock appeared inches from my face, dangling from his fingers. I stared at him in the dark, confused, but took it anyway, my fingers picking it up by a dry patch near the end. He let go immediately and turned away on his bed.

I grabbed my phone and texted him.

Me: Why did you give it to me?

He chuckled again through his nose, and replied instantly.

Derek: Don’t act like you don’t need it. I see you jerk off into my cum rags every single time you come over.

The feeling that he had known the whole time jolted my brain. It hit me that we had already crossed the line, a long time before I realized it. Maybe that bond that I had imagined between us was actually real, and it was actually two sided. He knew I was sharing his cum rags, and he had no problem with it apparently. In fact, he encouraged me to bust my own nut with his same sock. If he had noticed all those other nights, then this moment wasn’t an accident. It meant he had been aware of me, aware of what I did in his room, maybe even aware of me spanking it three times sometimes while I would lie on his floor. The thought made my chest tingle.

I tried to keep my breathing steady, but I could feel the heat crawl up my neck. I was somewhat panicked at the idea that he had known for months, but another part of me felt kind of thrilled and reckless about it. If he had paid attention to all of that, maybe he liked it. We were already in the same headspace as gooner bros.

My heart raced as I lay there holding the sock, and the only thing left for me to do was to rub myself to orgasm and mix loads with my buddy. I glanced up to Derek's bed out of instinct, where I normally saw him faced away and sleep-breathing, but my face flinched a little in response to seeing him looking right at me, laying comfortably on his side. It was like he was just a bit curious about me using it. I decided to start the sesh, letting him watch me. If he already knew what was going on, I might as well be open about it. I looked him in the eye as I started stroking myself.

I got off almost instantly, faster than I had ever finished in my life, and I had had some quick loads in the past. My hand barely wrapped around my aching erection before my whole body reacted on its own. I tightened my grip, sliding the sock down just far enough to feel the warmth build in my body, mirroring the wet warmth of his warm load touching the skin of my dick. The nerves hit first, almost pained as a jolt ran up from my balls through my guts, then the sound of Derek still breathing somewhat hard from his own sesh.

I clenched my free hand into Derek’s carpet, trying not to make noise, and my hips jerked up into my fist. Derek's eyes went wide as I shoved the sock lower onto my tip and held it tight as I spilled into it, pulse after pulse hitting so fast it felt like my body was trying to make up for the several minutes of tortured restraint. I had been the horniest I'd ever felt in my life as I watched him beat it, but I had held everything in until now. My thighs shook, my toes curled to the point of my foot cramping, and my abs tightened like I had just been punched. I pulsed shot after shot into the cotton. When the last twitch finally faded, I lay there frozen, stunned at how fast I had finished and how intense it felt. I breathed hard, waiting for the sexual feeling to feel "done".

But it wasn’t.

Something about the tension, the closeness, and the way Derek’s focus stayed on me made the pressure build up again before the last orgasm even faded completely. I barely had time to breathe before I felt the urge hit me for a second round. I tried to fight it off, but my body didn’t listen. I wasn't going to go soft again until I made myself bust one more time.

I started again, harder and quicker this time, with a coating of jizz already making my dick slippery and lubed. The second round hit different. It started hard and horny, then built slowly toward the edge, with a low pressure deep in my gut. I heard myself breathing unevenly and didn't even try to control it. I wrapped the sock tighter around the head of my dick and stroked in a steady rhythm, feeling every sensitive inch react to my touch. It felt so different with someone watching, and Derek didn't move a muscle as he observed me. My whole body twitched with these small jolts that climbed higher each time my hand moved.

About thirty seconds in, I could tell I was already close to my second nut. My hips lifted off the floor yet again without me even meaning to. I squeezed the sock around my tip and pumped faster, trying to keep quiet while the heat spread down my body. My free hand grabbed the edge of Derek’s bed this time, making it shake slightly, and my fingers turned white as they curled into it. Derek shuttered slightly as I jiggled his bed, but settled when he saw my face turn into my flat orgasm face. The pressure deep inside behind my balls hit the point of no return. I tried to swallow my own sounds before they came out, but a small breath that turned into a light moan slipped out as the release shot through me.

My thighs shook harder than before as I had a stronger orgasm than the first. Maybe the quickness of the first one left all the intensity for the second one. My stomach clenched as I pulsed into the sock a second time. It came out in strong waves, each one pulling another noise out of me that I had to muffle against my shoulder. My toes curled so hard I felt the cramp climbing my calf. I kept stroking through the aftershocks until it finally eased.

When the trembling slowed, I let the sock fall from my hand. I wiped my fingers on my thigh, trying to get rid of the slickness, then forced myself to breathe like nothing had happened. I set the sock down next to his bed, trying to act casual even though my brain was fried with the intensity of the release and everything that had changed. Derek silently turned away, but right then, my phone buzzed.

Derek: Did you finish twice?

Me: Yeah

Derek: I’ll go again too

To my shock, he reached down and picked up the exact same sock again, like it was no big deal. The moment he did, my whole body reacted. I got hard immediately, not even from the sock itself, but from the hormonal rush of realizing “something sexual was happening near me again”, and he wasn’t hiding any of it. I didn’t even know how I felt about it, but the truth was obvious in my body before it was obvious in my head.

He started stroking again, trying desperately to force a second nut out of himself. His hand moved fast, then slow, then fast again. I could hear little breaths escaping him, the same ones I had made seconds earlier. He kept going until his wrist stuttered like he was losing rhythm. He turned his head toward me.

“I need help,” he whispered, barely audible.

My stomach flipped hard. The image that hit me instantly was me giving him a handjob. My chest tightened with the idea, and for a second I didn’t move or think. I just stared at him, frozen between panic and curiosity.

But then he whispered some more. “Let’s make a pocket pussy.”

I stared at him, confused. “What?”

He didn’t answer. He just brought a finger to his lips, made a quiet shh gesture, and nodded toward his door. I followed him without hesitation. We both stood up, naked, and slipped down the hall into the bathroom like we were sneaking around and doing something naughty.

When he turned on the light, the surreal nature of it hit me. His dick was right there, fully hard, and bigger than I had expected. It was about the same length as mine, maybe half an inch longer, but with more thickness. Just barely enough to make me jealous for a second. We glanced at each other’s dicks in a sort of awkward but curious way, not saying anything, just acknowledging what we both saw.

Then he opened the bottom drawer of the bathroom cabinet like he had done this routine a hundred times. Inside were random pieces of junk and what I realized were his “supplies.”

He pulled out a clear plastic tube that looked like packaging for shampoo bottles or some Amazon accessory no one had ever used. He grabbed a washcloth, stuffed it inside, then took a rubber glove and pushed it in after it. The whole thing expanded slightly as he packed it tighter.

He stretched the hole of the glove over the rim of the tube, sealing the end with this weirdly clean precision. I watched his fingers as he worked. The structure formed quickly. A tight, stuffed latex opening. A handmade sleeve, waiting for lube.

“All it needs is something slippery,” he muttered.. 

“How are you so good at that?” I whispered. My voice cracked a little because I honestly couldn’t believe how effortlessly he had built the thing. He barely reacted, like this wasn’t even close to the weirdest thing he had done in this bathroom.

“I’ve done this like a thousand times,” he muttered quietly. His tone made it sound casual, but there was a tiny shake in his voice that told me he was just as wired as I was. He wrapped a strong rubber band around the end of the tube, sealing the glove in place. The whole thing looked homemade but also genius.

He flashed me his ass as he turned to step into the shower for the conditioner, moving confidently, unbothered, and that made everything feel even more surreal to me. My hand slid down to my dick without me thinking about it. I held myself gently, trying to calm my breathing as he poured conditioner into the pocket pussy and worked his fingers inside the glove. The squeeze of it, the way it flexed around his fingers, added to the nerves I was feeling. I couldn't wait to see how good that thing would feel on my dick.

He stood right in front of me while he tested it on his fingers, and his hard dick throbbed with each pulse of his heartbeat. I watched him move it down to his crotch, facing me directly as if he were showing me how to do it. He slipped the tip inside, slowly at first, gauging the pressure of it, then pushed his hips forward until the tension of the glove stretched around him. His jaw tightened and clenched. His hips pushed forward. His pale abs flexed.

I saw everything between his body facing me and the mirror behind him showing the back of his body. His dick, thicker than mine, disappearing into the toy he had just built. The hair on his crotch, more than mine. The curve of his thighs. The way his ass tightened each time he thrust. It was the closest I had ever been to doing something sexual, and it felt unreal to do it with my friend. I never expected this to happen.

“It works,” he whispered. He didn’t look at me when he said it. He kept his eyes on the toy, holding it in both hands as he stuffed himself inside it again and again. His breathing went uneven, and the squishing noises got a little louder with every thrust as the glove stretched and squeezed around him.

Then he looked up at me with a certain zoned out half smile. “You wanna try it?”

I didn’t say anything. I just reached out, wrapped my fingers around the tube, and slowly pulled it off his dick. His whole body jolted, a quick full-body flinch as he felt what it was like for someone else to stimulate his cock for him. The suction released with a soft pop, and he let out a tiny, shaky breath.

We stared at each other for half a second. This was dirty, but still innocent and harmless. It was two guys at a sleepover, standing naked in a bathroom at two in the morning, building something stupid and ending up in the most intimate moment of our lives for the sake of a good nut.

We were so naive, but somehow we had wandered straight into the most sexual experience either of us had ever had, just because we were doing it together.

I lifted the toy and slid myself into it while he watched, his eyes following every small movement I made. The first push made my back tense and my breath stutter. The glove tightened around my dick just enough to feel the strangest, most intense sensation my dick had ever felt. I thought it was hot when he was watching me, but now we had turned the intensity up to an eleven. 

I braced one hand on the counter, steadying myself while the other kept the toy in place. Derek stroked himself slowly while watching me, appearing to match my rhythm without thinking about it.

Right before I got close, I pulled out, my stomach already tightening. My hands were shaking a little as I handed the toy back to him. He grabbed it right away and pushed himself inside with a deep, shaky breath, his jaw clenching at the pressure. I held the tube steady for him this time, both hands gripping the sides while his hips did all the work. The intimacy of holding something he was inside of made my head spin. His rhythm got stronger, more deliberate, the suction making soft sounds as he thrust.

Right as it appeared he was getting close again, he passed it back to me without a word. I pushed myself into it and stroked until the pressure gathered hard in my gut and climbed up my spine. My thighs shook as I finished inside the toy again, this time trying to muffle my sounds against my shoulder. I barely had time to breathe before Derek reached forward and took it back.

He pressed the toy between us, against my stomach, and I held it still with both hands while he stepped in close to me. My dick was still hard as one of his arms wrapped around my hip, his fingers gripping my skin tightly. When he pushed into the toy, the movement rocked both of us slightly. His breathing got fast and uneven, each thrust more desperate than the last. His chest even brushed my shoulder as his hips twitched.

His orgasm face was inches from mine when he leaned forward, his mouth close to my ear. His warm, minty breath hit my cheek as his body jerked through his release. I felt the toy swell slightly in my hands as he finished into the same glove I had just used.

For a few seconds, neither of us moved. We just stayed there catching our breath, our bodies still red from whatever we had just done together.

Finally he stepped back, and we giggled quietly as reality hit us again. My legs still felt unsteady as we stood there, the toy hanging uselessly in my hand while our bodies cooled off.

Derek took the toy and opened the bathroom door first, peeking out like someone might be there even though the house was silent. He motioned with his head for me to follow. The hallway light hit our skin, and that was the exact moment it registered how naked we both still were. Not just naked, but with freshly-used dicks, flushed naked.

I stepped out behind him, and the air felt cooler on my skin than it had a minute earlier. I felt exposed, but in a good way, like I was liberated. I think he felt the same way. We didn’t look at each other at first. We were definitely more aware than before that we were wandering around naked

Halfway to the bedroom, he glanced over at me and smiled a tiny, half smile.

“Dude,” he whispered under his breath.

I whispered back, “I know.”

We both tried to hide our grins, failing instantly. Our shoulders and hips bumped as we walked, and the small touch made my stomach flip again. Our bodies brushed a couple more times on the way back, not on purpose, but each one struck me as adding to the thrill of the night. The energy spinning in my head told me that we wouldn't be going to sleep anytime soon.