Page 5 of Jacked
“Maybe she has it bad for both of us.” I flash her a friendly smile when she glances our way again. “You ever done that?” I turn my attention back to Slater, eyeing him curiously.
“What?” He does that puppy thing again, cocking his head and furrowing his eyebrows.
“A threeway.” For whatever reason, the four beers over the past couple of hours choose this exact moment to hit me, making my skin feel tingly and my gut feel warm. “Two guys, one girl.” I waggle my eyebrows.
Slater’s mouth falls open slightly and for just a second, he gets this dazed, faraway look in his eyes like he’s imagining it. Then he shakes his head.
“Nah. You?”
I shrug, suddenly feeling charged and jittery. I reach for my glass and finish off the last of my drink.
“Yeah, a few times.” I bounce my knee and shift in my seat, my thigh accidentally pressing against his. He doesn’t seem to mind though. If anything, he presses back, which is… weird. Or maybe it’s totally normal and I’m the one being weird. Shit, the beer really is going to my head. “Hey, you mind if we head back? Those drinks are hitting me a little harder than I expected.”
“Oh, sure,” he agrees easily, hopping off his stool and reaching into his pocket to pull out his wallet. “I need to shower anyway. I smell like a fucking locker room.”
I laugh as we both toss down cash to cover the bill. “I mean, I wasn’t going to say anything, but…”
“Dick.” He grabs me in a headlock again and purposefully tugging my face into his armpit. The overwhelmingmanstench of his pit hits me even harder, making my stomach twist in a way that isn’t exactly unpleasant but is… fucking weird. I can feel his laughter vibrating through my whole body as I wrestle him off of me. The adrenaline from roughhousing has blood rushing south like it refused to do a few minutes ago.
Fucking dicks, man. Half the time they don’t react when you want them to, but they’re always ready to pop awkward wood at the worst, most random times.
Slater lets me go and I subtly adjust myself so he won’t notice and get the wrong idea. We head back to the apartment, stopping to make a copy of the keys on our way. As soon as we get back, he remembers that he needs to drop off the rental truck before the end of the day.
“I’d offer to give you a lift back, but I left my car with my parents so I wouldn’t have to fuck with street parking,” I say. “Plus, those drinks really did go to my head.”
He waves me off. “No worries. I must’ve paced myself better because I’m not feeling a thing. It’ll give me a chance to figure out the L on the way back, anyway.”
“Cool. I’ll catch you later.”
He nods and takes off.
Once I’m alone in the apartment, I realize just how sticky and sweaty I am. A shower might sober me up a bit too, so it’s a win-win. I head into the bathroom and close the door behind me. The old pipes creak and groan as I crank the water on. I strip out of my clothes, tossing my tank top into a pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the bathroom, then shuck my shorts and jock too. Even on rest days from the gym, jocks are the only comfortable underwear if you ask me.
I stick my hand into the shower to check the temperature. The last thing I want is a hot shower on a day like this, but I don’t want to freeze my nuts off either. It feels about right, so I step under the lukewarm spray and grunt with satisfaction. My cock is still hanging a little thicker than usual, and as soon as I wrap my soapy hand around it, it starts to swell and stiffen. I haven’t jerked off in a couple of days, so it makes sense.
I grunt again, reaching for the bottle of bodywash to add a little more to my hand, then I wrap my fingers around my shaft again. It thickens slowly, filling my grip and tingling from root to tip. I roll my head back and forth to loosen up my shoulders and the rest of my body, pumping myself without any rush. My sac starts to get a little heavy as my balls shift and tighten, and my eyelids droop closed as I work my hand up and down my length in a lazy rhythm. I brace my other hand against the slick tile wall, steam making the air thick around me as water pelts my pecs. A few droplets splatter against my nipples, making them tighten and stiffen just like my cock.
I groan quietly and sink my teeth into my bottom lip, focusing on the feeling of the water lapping at my aching, hardening nipples. They’ve always been sensitive, to the point that I’ve wondered once or twice if I might be able to get off on nipple play alone. It’s just… I’ve never had the guts to ask a girl to try it. It feels… weird. I’ve been using that word a lot today, but I don’t have another way to describe it. It doesn’t feel like something a guy is supposed to ask for, so I never have.
With my eyes closed in the privacy of my own mind though, I definitely go there. Thick suds squelch along my cock as I work my shaft, giving a little twist of my wrist every time I reach the head. I call up an image of that blonde chick from the bar, her hair tickling my skin as she drags her hot, wet tongue over my nipples.
I groan and stroke myself a little faster. The fantasy morphs, no doubt thanks to the conversation we had just before we left the bar. Suddenly, it’s not just me and the blonde, Slater is there too. My pulse spikes and I squeeze my cock tighter, jerking it rougher. My balls bounce with every stroke, and I clench my ass cheeks as I fuck into my fist.
It’s not gay to imagine another dude fucking a chick. That’s just porn, right? So, I relax into the fantasy, bringing my free hand up to flick my thumb gently over my nipples, teasing them. I picture Slater still wearing that backward baseball cap and the easy, puppy dog grin that never seems to leave his lips, as he sinks into the blonde from behind. His muscles strain and his eyelids flutter with pleasure, sweat dotting his skin and making it glisten. The memory of the smell of his musk weaves itself into the fantasy and my balls squeeze tighter unexpectedly.
“Fuck yeah,” I mutter.
Now that I’m in a good rhythm, my balls starting to tighten and my fantasy running away with itself, I pinch one of my nipples between my thumb and forefinger and groan loudly. Mycock jumps in my fist and I switch to do the same thing to the other one. The sharp sting zings straight to my cock, tingling through my cockhead and settling in my heavy, swinging balls.
My mind fills with the imaginary grunts and deep, masculine moans that would reverberate from Slater’s throat as he fucked her. The feminine moans are there too,obviously, but dude, I’ve been in threesomes, and a guy’s moans are always louder and more noticeable. I prefer accuracy in my fantasies, so sue me.
I alternate between flicking and stroking my nipples, my hips snapping as I fuck into my slick fist. The wet sound of my hand on my cock translates easily into my fantasy, morphing into the obscene slap of flesh as Slater chases his orgasm. Mine rises at the same time. Tightening, hot, hot, hot in my gut. So close.
I grit my teeth and hump into my fist faster, squeezing harder, pinching my nipples rougher. Hard, hard, hard. That’s what I’m craving. Someone… awomanto bite and grab and get rough with me. Not like kinky shit, just enough that I’ll feel it after.
One more sharp twist of my nipple and my cock starts to jerk and pulse. My shout echoes off the shower walls as my balls squeeze and I shoot my load. Rope after rope of my cum lands at my feet, quickly washed down the drain without a trace. I pant and groan, stroking myself until my balls are empty and my head is spinning.
Post-nut shame hits me like a ton of bricks. I wrinkle my nose and shove my face under the water to wash it away. I really shouldn’t include my roommate in my nasty threeway fantasies, but I guess it’s not like he’ll ever know. Besides, we all think about some freaky stuff when we’re horny, don’t we?
