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“You know, I’m still waiting for you to jerk off in that hot tub,” I replied. “Those drunken bastards deserve a hot tub tainted with piss, but also with jizz.”

“Bro, that’s not cool. What if someone comes out while I’m doing it? Or even just sees me doing it and does something about it?”

He was right. This area was well-lit, and was in full view from a dozen people’s windows. I’ve had a few exhibition stunts go wrong, so I knew this was not the best idea. “Okay, what if you do it somewhere else and we think of something different to do with your spunk?” I asked.

“Somewhere else? Like my apartment?” he asked.

“No, that’s too far. But I do know a good place,” I said.

Derrick looked around the apartment complex, thinking. “Okay fine,” he said finally.

I perked up again. “Really?”

Derrick shrugged. “Yeah I guess. But we have to hurry the fuck up.”

“Okay! Stay here. I’ll be right back!” I got up from the pool chair I was sitting in and started running back to the fence that we had jumped over.

“Dude! What the fuck?!” I heard Derrick whisper as I ran off.

I climbed back over the fence and full-on sprinted back to my car. Whenever I get excited and horny like this, I start shaking/trembling uncontrollably. I remember how badly my hands were shaking as I popped open my trunk. I threw our towels in there along with Derrick’s shorts, and then, after what seemed like forever, found an old wife-beater (a tank-top undershirt). I was breathing so quickly and my mind was racing so fast I kept on forgetting what I was doing/looking for. After a few seconds of thinking, I decided to grab Derrick’s shorts back out of the trunk before closing it. I then ran to my passenger door. I USUALLY keep a small bottle of lube in the glove box (don’t judge me), but, fuck my luck, I didn’t have it there on this night. I was really angry about that, but after about a minute of not finding it, I gave up and finally ran back to the hot tub.

Derrick was still sitting in the hot tub when I had gotten back. I had only been gone for like 3 minutes, but he started bitching about how long I had taken. I threw him his shorts and put my undershirt on.

After Derrick got his shorts back on and climbed out of the tub, I instructed him to quickly follow me. Near his and Eileen’s apartments was this biking trail that I would use as a jogging path all the time. Luckily, it was on the other side of Eileen’s apartment complex, so we were able to use the front gate. We held it slightly open with a rock so we could come back in. Then, we ran across the empty street to this slightly wooded picnic area that the biking trail circled around. As we got onto the trail, the ground turned all gravelly and sandy, which kind of hurt my feet, and I thought I maybe should’ve gotten shoes for us. But luckily we didn’t have to go far.

It’s a little pervy of me, but I already knew the exact spot I was leading him. It was really close to where we entered the trail, just about 20 yards away or so. It was this small bench area that was just off the trail. I had never jerked off or anything at this area, but I would always rest at these benches during my jogs and fantasize about hooking up with another random jogger that happened to show up.

As soon as we got there, I quickly took a seat on one of the benches and turned around to Derrick. “Okay, go!” I whispered loudly. “No one can see you, you’re good to go.” I was trying so hard to conceal my excitement.

“Right here in front of you?” Derrick asked loudly.

“I can’t even see you. Just go!” I was lying pretty badly. I could definitely see Derrick, even in the darkness, and I’m sure he could see me too. I remember it was somewhere around this point that I noticed that he was shaking a little too. Excitement, maybe?

At that point, Derrick turned around so that his back was facing me. But then I think he realized that he would be facing the bike trail if he did that. So he just turned back around and walked slightly off to the side.

His hands started playing around with the waistband of his shorts.

“Dude, you’re wimping out on me?” I asked.

“Shut the fuck up. I’m trying to concentrate.”

After a few more minutes of “concentration”, he finally slipped his hands into his shorts and started stroking himself. I’m sure I was hard too at this point, but I wasn’t even trying to hide it. I pretended to be looking around, down the running trail, keeping a look out for him. I was only glancing at him every now and then, until I noticed that he had closed his eyes. Then my eyes were glued to him.

After a few minutes, he started slowly rubbing one of his hands over his stomach and chest. His breathing was getting deeper, and I could tell he was finally getting somewhere. His shorts started tenting out, and I could make out the length and size of his cock. I know it’s not necessary to the story, but, damn, I was impressed.

He continued on for a little longer, and then said, without opening his eyes, “Damn, I’m pretty dry right now. It’s starting to hurt.”

“Use some spit,” I said.

“Spit?” He opened his eyes.

“You’ve never used spit before?” I asked.

Without answering me, he started spitting in his hand and spreading it on his cock. I could tell he wasn’t even spitting well enough.

“You have to spit like you mean it,” I said.

He started spitting more heartily and then kept going. After a while longer, he started slowing down. “Dude, I don’t know. Like, I’m feeling it a little, but…” he whispered.

“Well what are you thinking about?”

“Just… random stuff. I don’t know,” he answered.

“Okay, then take the shorts off,” I said.

“Why?” he asked. I noticed it was kind of interesting that he still hadn’t stopped stroking himself.

“If you’re gonna jerk off outside, you have to be naked,” I said. “Trust me.” (Am I right or am I right??)

He let out this small, nervous, laugh while giving me this skeptical look. But then he lowered the shorts to his knees and kept jerking. It was the first time I had gotten a good look at his cock. Not even at the gym or while he was changing clothes at his apartment did I ever sneak a peak. So yeah, I was beginning to get a little greedy.

“Come on. I meant all the way,” I said.

This time, he didn’t even respond. He just bent over, took the shorts off, walked over to the bench I was sitting on, and threw them down next to me. Then, he walked back to his previous spot and kept going. Whether he liked it or not, his stroking got faster and more intense. His eyes closed again and he went back to rubbing his stomach and chest.

He kept going like this for at least several minutes. I was enjoying every second of it, but I started wondering whether or not Derrick was enjoying it, or if I was forcing him to do something he didn’t want to do.

And that’s when I heard it. He let out this small moan. He didn’t open his eyes or anything, he just kept stroking. I swear to ya’ll it was one of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard, and I had one of those half-orgasm shivers when I heard it. That’s when I knew he was liking this.

He spit in his hand again and then started biting his lip as he started tugging at his balls.

“Tell me when you’re close,” I whispered, not wanting to ruin anything.

“I’m getting there,” he whispered back.

I took this to mean that he was somewhere close, so I took off my undershirt and tossed it on the ground in front of him.

“Be sure to cum on that,” I said.

“Kind of a small target,” he muttered.

“Okay, then get on your knees.” As you can tell, I was getting a lot bolder with my instructions.

Surprisingly, Derrick just did as he was told and got on his knees, close to the crumpled up shirt on the ground. He continued stroking himself in silence for a while. He did let out one or two more of those involuntary moans, but that was it.

After another minute or two, we both heard a car drive down the nearby street. Its headlights weren’t pointed in our direction, but it did sound really close. I thought this would make Derrick nervous, but, instead, he started stroking faster.

Honestly, I was starting to get a little anxious at how long this was taking. This was considered a safe part of town, so I knew that joggers and bikers would come to this trail at all hours. I was afraid that someone was gonna stumble in on this situation. This rest area was off the trail, but it was still completely visible from the path. There also weren’t many trees near us to block the moonlight.

I had started to play with my own cock a while ago, since Derrick still had his eyes closed, but now I stopped and devoted myself to being a diligent lookout, listening for footsteps.

As the minutes passed, it was starting to become a little awkward with how long it was taking Derrick to finish up.

“Dude, I’ve been close for a while now, but I can’t cum. I don’t know why,” Derrick whispered. He had his head lowered, so I couldn't tell if his eyes were closed anymore.

I quietly got up from the bench and knelt down next to him—kind of halfway to his side, halfway behind him. I didn’t know how he was going to react, but I just reached my arms around his waist and started rubbing his inner thighs and his balls. He raised his head upwards, and I looked at him for a reaction. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was slightly open. I also started massaging his taint, right between his legs. But then I just went for it: I put my hand on his cock and started jerking him off myself. It was lubed up pretty well with spit and pre-cum, but I added some of my own spit for good measure.

Derrick didn’t say anything. He just dropped his hands to his sides and let me take over. I tried doing exactly what I had seen him doing, rubbing all over his stomach and chest, tugging on his balls, etc. and I seemed to be getting a pretty good reaction. Man, was I nervous. I remember thinking that I needed to do it perfectly because, otherwise, he would probably stop me and go back to doing it himself. I got him to moan and grunt a few more times, and I could tell he was into it, but he still wasn’t cumming after several more minutes.

“Okay, let me try something,” I whispered. I put my hand on his back and started pushing him forward.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Bend over.”

“No, man. That’s not gonna happen,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry, I’m keeping my shorts on,” I said. “Just bend over.”

Derrick was still hesitating, so I kind of half-forced him onto his hands and knees.

“No, get down on your elbows,” I said.

“Man, what the fuck?”

“Just do it!”

He finally obeyed and got on his elbows, resting his forehead on his folded hands. Now, while still stroking his cock with my left hand, I spit again in my right hand and started (gently) playing with his hole. Not entering him, but just massaging.

“Dude, that does NOT feel good,” he said kind of loudly.

“Yes it does, you just need to relax,” I replied. “Eileen’s never tried this?”

“No! Cause it’s gross!” He started to get back up.

“Okay, well, if you still don’t like it after a little while, then I’ll stop and we’ll call it quits.”

Derrick put his head back down and I went back to work. After a little longer, I noticed that he was relaxing, and he even spread his legs a little more. When I felt more pre-cum come out of his cock, I knew he was liking it, whether he wanted to admit or not. I started pumping him slightly faster. I started teasing his hole a little more aggressively, and eventually he let out the loudest moan so far.

“Yeah, I thought so,” I said, smiling.

“Oh man,” Derrick moaned. “Get under me. I’m close.”

I was so fuckin’ turned on that I didn’t hesitate on his request. He lifted his leg so that I could get under him, lying on my back, between his knees. I kept jerking him off vigorously, and went back to pulling on his balls. He started pressing his cock down against my chest, rubbing it up and down against me. I could hear his breathing going wild just above my head.

Finally, I felt him reaching his climax, and his cum started shooting out all over me. I kept pumping him and he just kept shooting. All I could see were his abs a few inches above my face, but I could definitely feel it all over my stomach, chest, shoulders, and arms.

After he was finished, he just remained still for a long while, still breathing heavily. But he eventually got off me and sat up. I sat up too, and was now able to see all of the cum that was on me. Now that it was over, I didn’t know how to feel about Derrick’s cum all over me. I didn’t know what to think about him wanting to shoot it on me, and I felt a little embarrassed that I had gotten underneath him so eagerly. (I always feel weird when things get sexual with good friends).

“Dude, that was awesome,” Derrick said, still panting.

I remember looking up and seeing him smiling. For some reason that made me feel better. “Yeah, thanks a lot,” I said sarcastically. I grabbed my undershirt from underneath me and started mopping up Derrick’s jizz from my body. After I had gotten most of it, I stood up. Derrick stood up too and put his shorts back on, even though his cock was still semi-hard. I was still fully hard myself, but I figured I didn’t need to try and hide it.

Without saying much else, we jogged back to Eileen’s apartments and approached the pool area. Since we had been gone for at least 20 minutes, I wasn’t sure what we were going to find. At first, when we saw the empty hot tub, we figured the drunken idiots still hadn’t come down yet. But then we saw that there was a broken wine bottle lying on the ground near the hot tub. Literally. A bottle was broken in half, with pieces of glass lying everywhere around it, as well as a dried puddle of red wine.

We waited a while to see if maybe they had just broken it and were about to come down to clean it up, but they never did. When the lights in their apartment went off a little later, we knew they were just going to leave it there.

“Fuckin’ assholes,” Derrick muttered. He told me to follow him as he made his way up the stairs and to their apartment. He took my shirt from me and started smearing his jizz on their apartment door. I was shocked, but I also found this funny, so I didn’t know what to do besides stopping myself from laughing too loudly. At first, Derrick was trying to be really careful with this whole process, trying to get it everywhere, but then he noticed that my shirt was actually sticking to their door. So he just pressed it and flattened it out against their door, and it just stuck there! This made Derrick lose control laughing, and we both ran back to my car, still laughing like idiots.

When we got back to my car, I gave Derrick his track pants back and we went back up to his apartment. I was nervous about what we were going to say/do about what had just happened. Derrick was still okay with me spending the night as his place, so I slept on his couch. The next morning I simply asked Derrick if he enjoyed himself. He admitted that it had been exciting, and that I didn’t necessarily have to keep it a secret, but that I couldn’t let Eileen find out about it. I felt a little guilty, since I hadn’t even considered that this dare may have been cheating, but him and Eileen broke up a couple of months later, and now he’s dating some other girl.

Derrick actually apologized for cumming on me, but I told him that “everything was fair game in those kinds of situations.” We both kind of accepted that explanation as to why things got a little crazy, and we only talked about it once or twice after that night. But, sometime after him and Eileen broke up, I did end up giving Derrick a blow job one night when we were drinking, so I think it’s safe to say we’re cool. Ha!



Anyway, yup, that’s another one of my college experiences. It’s still really fresh in my memory and I think about it all the time, so I figured I had to write about it. Me and Derrick still talk and hang out, and he’s even told me that he’s jerked off at that same bike trail twice more since that night.