Pretending To Be Gay 17

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Chapter 17: Summer

Grad Party

Graduation came fast, just like Miles. The whole crew was there in gowns and caps, sweaty under the sun, squinting through the boring speeches that dragged on. We were restless, already thinking about what was coming next. Everyone clapped and cheered when each name was called, even if half the time it was sarcastic.

When it was my turn, I walked across the stage, shook hands, and turned to the crowd. I spotted Miles instantly, grinning wide, trying to look chill, but Greg kept elbowing him and making him laugh. Landon was up in the stands, along with their mom. I saw my parents and Johnny as well. Joey was sitting next to Brittany, who was tearing up like this was the end of the world.

After we threw our caps in the air, we meandered on the field, on the high of being done, and the pictures were chaos. Parents hugged, people chatted loudly about grad parties, and phones were out everywhere. I felt proud, but also restless, like I couldn’t sit in the moment because I was already thinking about what was next, summer, college, the fact that everything was changing.

That night, we all ended up at Greg’s house, having an impromptu grad part with all his jock friends. He lived a little outside town, with a massive backyard and a basement big enough for twenty people. His parents didn’t care, so it was basically an open invite. Jocks, cheerleaders, even theater kids showed up. It was a melting pot.

Greg, being Greg, couldn’t help showing off some of his “projects.” He had rigged together a homemade sex toy contraption, PVC pipe, latex tubing, and a bottle of lube strapped onto it. We were all confused at first, but everyone cracked up as we realized one by one that it was a homemade fleshlight. One of his jock friends, whose name I didn't even know, pulled his dick out and shoved it in, which made the guys go wild. Another guy started dry humping him from behind. Someone shouted “fuck my bussy!” and the guys lost it, doubled over laughing, while I was standing there with a huge boner in my pants, not even trying to hide it.

After the girls left, the vibe shifted. A couple of the straight jocks started daring each other, first dumb stuff like chugging hot sauce, then pulling out their cocks for a size contest. Everyone laughed but like seven guys stepped up thinking they might have the biggest one. They put porn on Greg's TV and blared some gangbang of a girl getting demolished.

Miles and I watched from behind this kitchen island sort of thing that was set up in the basement. We started rubbing each other's dicks while we watched them stroke themselves. Eventually they circled up and, there were five clear losers, but the two biggest were basically even.

Miles and I debated whether Miles should whip his out to show them that he was the biggest of them all, but he decided to wait and see what happened, not wanting to put an end to the contest.

When the two biggest guys from Greg's group of jock friends ended up trying to figure out a way to decide who was the winner, Miles shouted from across the room, "You gotta do a load size contest then!"

They looked sort of shocked but the cheers from the others meant it was happening. Peer pressure was a hell of a drug, and soon the two guys were staring at the porn on the TV, standing side by side, giving us a clear view of their asses tensing as they got closer to orgasm. They were aimed at the coffee table, and the loads were to be judged on volume and distance.

Miles and I started jerking each other off while the rowdy boys hyped up the contest. When the two jocks finally busted across Greg’s coffee table and the group argued over who won, I finished Miles off onto the floor. A second later he stepped out, still hard, showing his fat cock to everyone.

“I’m actually the winner,” he said, making everyone turn toward him and roar with laughter.

Summer Jerk Buds

With no school, the days soon bled into each other. The jerkbud thing that Miles had planted in my head  started to become real. I wanted to have a casual jerk sesh with a bunch of straight guys. It seemed so close and nearly attainable, especially after what I witnessed at Greg's grad party.

It was like the universe rewarded my desires. Joey and I had gotten somewhat close over the first week or so of summer, and he was insecure about everything, having yet to lose his virginity to Brittany, even though they were a wild couple people, they had done "everyone but sex". My jerkbuds fantasy became reality when one day, Joey texted me and came over to hang with Miles and me after Brittany had bailed on him. He was scrolling through his phone when he suddenly stood up and dropped his shorts, cock half-hard. My eyebrows raised, waiting for an explanation.

"Guys, is my dick big enough for Brittany? I assume you guys would know better than me if a dick is good or not."

I chuckled, but tried not to act like I was laughing at his dick. I tried to reassure him he was good.

"Dude, it's a perfectly normal dick. You're fine."

Miles added on, "Yeah dude, she'll be lucky to have you. Just gotta fuck her good. I bet it's a decent size hard too."

"Lemme show it to you hard then," he said, pulling up his phone and starting to rub himself, still facing us. Soon he was furiously pulling on his cock until it was hard. Miles and I just sat there, not really sure what was going on.

“You guys can do it too,” he said, like it was no big deal.

Miles smirked. “Just like the good old days,” he said, and whipped his dick out like he’d been waiting for the invitation. Joey hesitated for only a second before sitting down next to Miles. I assume this was the first time they had jerked off together since Miles started dating me. I followed along and pulled myself out, heart pounding, and suddenly it was three dudes jerking to the glow of a phone screen. I wasn't sure if it was going to help Joey's insecurity to see Miles' enormous dong, and mine which was also on the bigger side.

When he got hard, he stood up again, the thing pointing at us. 

"Nice cock bro," I said, doing an "ok" sign with the hand that wasn't on my dick.

"You guys are bigger than me," he said, looking kind of down.

"Girls don't care," Miles said, encouraging him.

Joey seemed to perk up a bit. "I'm gonna finish," he said as he sat his bare ass back next to Miles and leaned into him to share his phone with him. I leaned over Miles, and grabbed his dick, while he grabbed mine. Joey didn't seem to register it, just stroking his own as he watched titties on his screen. I was so turned on by the moment that I came quickly onto myself. I kept jerking Miles until he and Joey blew about the same time onto themselves. 

That turned into a thing. A couple times a week, we’d meet up, sometimes in the shed in my backyard, sometimes in the hot tub. Eric joined after Joey convinced him. He was “straight,” but the second his cock was out, he was a straight up gooner. He let Miles and me jerk him off lots of times, and he wasn’t leaving until he blew. He was only into straight porn, but he kept coming back and getting jerked off by us.

Greg and Landon showed up together one time, but they were leaning toward monogamy surprisingly, and didn't come back again. But I got to hear their bodies slapping together lots of times passing Landon's room at their house.

Rob showed up to the jerk off club one afternoon. He pretended he wasn’t into it, acted all stiff at first, but by the end he was stroking faster than anyone else, eyes locked on us. He liked flexible porn with two guys, or a femboy thrown in, but he wouldn’t admit it in front of the other guys. He’d make excuses like, “as long as the guy’s wearing socks, it’s not gay,” and stuff like that. We all laughed, but it was obvious. He came back several times, but eventually faded away.

Joey had his quirks too. He was still straight, swore up and down, but he loved hentai. He wouldn’t touch another guy, but he eventually admitted that he liked watching and being watched. He even started  asking Miles to bring out some of his sexy drawings, and the first time he did, Joey took it and squirted a load directly onto it. He called it “a compliment.” Miles rolled with it, and even started sketching stuff designed to get cummed on. The group of us started using the art as a jizz receptable, and we’d cover a page multiple times, leaving it under a cabinet in my shed and bringing it back out the next time, until it was stiff with layers of dried jizz. That thing soaked and dried repeatedly until it was just a crusty husk by the end of the summer.

The shed became our clubhouse. Near the end of July, Joey brought over a fleshlight his brother had given him, and we all took turns with it. Word got out that we had a fleshlight stored in my shed and we got even more friends to show up. It was so hot seeing my straight friends get off freely. Sometimes we’d hot-tub afterward, and even have another sesh there if there was no one else around. Sometimes we’d keep going until late at night when we were literally producing dry loads.

We joked that it was like watching a movie with friends. "Entertainment of any sort is better in a group," I said one day, "You laugh harder when you watch a movie with friends, and you cum harder when you all enjoy it together too." Even Eric admitted it was more fun than being alone, though he usually dipped right after he busted.

It felt like the last experiment before we all scattered.

The group eventually disbanded in a way, when Joey was the last one still coming by after everyone else was doing end-of-summer things or leaving for college. He started finally having sex with Brittany, and I guess that addiction pulled him away from our club. He left the fleshlight though, since he couldn't keep it at home. And that crusty lewd drawing of Miles' is still under that cabinet to this day, a mummified relic of memorable days past.

Epilogue

After the jerkbud group became my main hobby all summer, and then it was over, Miles and I started planning for college. 

Joey and Brittany stayed in town, going to the local city college. They became that couple who broke up and got back together every other week, dramatic and messy, but somehow always stuck on each other and announcing they were dating again and "stronger than ever". Last I heard they were getting married, but I unfollowed them on socials a while back, since they literally just spammed my feed with their drama.

Rob pulled a hard 180 after that summer. After weeks of sending us nudes every night, then joining the jerk off club and sharing hands and being the most sex addicted dude imaginable, he suddenly went conservative again. He posted Bible quotes on his socials, deleted half his pictures, and headed off to a religious college. Shrug.

Greg went off to a D3 football school, and Landon obviously stayed behind since he was a grade below.  I kept in touch with Landon, who said they were long distance for a bit then decided to part ways amicably. From Greg’s posts, it looked like he went back on the DL in college, not exactly out of the closet anymore. But every once in a while, he’d send me a video, him getting fucked, just to let me know he was still having fun. I still think he'll end up back with Landon someday.

Danny ended up at a college not far from where Miles and I were headed. He was the only friend from high school going to school anywhere near Miles and me, and we saw him a couple times freshman year. He hadn’t changed, still loud, still hung, still whips out his huge balls at parties, still funny as hell.

And Johnny, before I left, he handed me his journal. “Read this when you’re gone,” he said, shoving it into my bag. I hugged him, ruffled his hair, and promised I would.

I opened it on the plane. What I read hit me harder than I expected. But that’s another story.