[Non-Fiction] Hot Tubbing with one of my Frat Bros

[WriterBro]

(This story is complete, and I don’t think it contains anything that would count as extreme content. It’s a little wordy, but I think it’s worth it!)

Hey everyone. I finally had some time to share another one of my experiences with dares/exhibitionism and that kind of stuff. This one is one of the more recent ones, and, although it was hot as hell, I’m actually still figuring out how I feel about it. Hope ya’ll like it!



So this experience was during the late spring of my senior year, less than a year ago. It involves a good friend of mine—we’ll call him Derrick.

I don't’ remember exactly what me and Derrick had been doing earlier that day, but it was either working out at the gym, playing a football game with our friends, or maybe it was after helping one of our friends move out of his house and into an apartment. Either way, we had just finished some kind of physical activity and we were both pretty tired and sore. I was driving Derrick back to his place, and he invited me to stay a while. This was pretty typical. Derrick was lucky enough to live in the city, while my apartments were always a good drive away from school, the gym, friend’s places, etc. So I spent a lot of afternoons chilling with good friends like him in order to avoid traffic, sober up, take a nap, do homework, or whatever reason.

So I spent a pretty average day with Derrick, just fuckin’ around, nothing special. I remember we had been tired and a little dirty because, when we got into his place, he told me not to worry about cleaning up or changing because his girlfriend (who was the only one who ever complained about messiness/dirtiness) was out of town for a while.

Now, I should come clean about something: I’m openly bisexual and have had relationships with both guys and gals. I make it a point to be open about it, especially around my guy friends. Sometimes, some of them will assume, because of my masculinity, that I’m completely straight, and then they end up saying something that will offend me, unknowingly. So I’m pretty open about it with my “bros” to avoid situations like that—and 99 times out of 100, they’re cool with it.

Well, I had been friends with Derrick for almost a year, and I had a pretty big guy crush on him. I couldn’t help it, he had a solid body, he was as tall as me, and I’m a sucker for a great smile. I would often grope or tease him, just to make him uncomfortable (his girlfriend would think it was hilarious), and sometimes he would pretend to play along, just for laughs. But, typical me, I was always on alert for any sign that he wanted to experiment for real.

Anyway, the afternoon and evening passed, we had a few beers, played video games, watched tv, and it must have been around midnight or 1, so I just asked Derrick if I could sleep at his place that night. I had done this many times before, so of course, Derrick said yes. Sleeping over at friend’s places was never a problem for me. I would always carry a bag with me in my car full of clothes. Since I lived far away from campus, I carried all sorts of clothes in the car so that I could go straight from class to work, or to the gym or a club or something without having to go home to change.

I thanked Derrick for letting me stay at his place, and I asked if I could take a shower. That’s when he came up with a really unusual suggestion:

“Actually, man, you wanna get in the hot tub?” he asked.

My groin area certainly woke up at this point. “What?” I asked.

Derrick explained that, instead of taking a shower, we should just get in the hot tub. He said he had a sore muscle in his lower back that he wanted to relieve in the hot water.

I was thinking, “fuck yeah!” But, of course, I instead said, “Well, okay, that sounds fine.”

But then I pointed out that Derrick’s apartment complex didn’t have a hot tub. Derrick answered that he was referring to the hot tub in his girlfriend’s apartment complex, which was literally across the street.

“I sneak over there all the time to use their pool and hot tub,” he said. “And this time of night, there won’t be anyone there, trust me.”

I was a tiny bit hesitant to do any trespassing, but the idea of hot-tubbing with Derrick won that moral conflict easily. So about ten minutes later, Derrick got us both towels from his closet.

Since he had been wearing track pants (and since his girlfriend hadn’t been around to do much of his laundry), he asked me if I had a pair of shorts he could borrow. I told him that I was planning on grabbing a fresh pair from my car, and that I definitely had an extra pair for him too.

“Great,” he said, taking his shirt off, “Let’s go.” (Insert drool here.) He slung his towel over his shoulder and took off his shoes. We left his apartment, rode down the elevator, and walked down the short sidewalk to the street where I had parked my car. I popped open my trunk and opened my overnight bag. I picked out a pair of gym shorts for myself and started deciding which pair I should lend to Derrick.

“Wait man, let me change inside your car,” Derrick said quietly, glancing around.

There wasn’t a soul to be seen, and the street wasn’t very well lit at all, so I smirked a little. “Seriously?” I asked.

“Yeah, man,” he said. “I took my jockstrap off as soon as we got home, so I’m commando right now.”

Wow. Looks like he really did depend on Eileen to do his laundry. Oh—and also, fuck that was hot.

And while I was instantly popping a boner at what he had just said, I had an idea. Inside my overnight bag, I happened to have a pair of my designated “exhibitionist” shorts. It was a pair of single-layer mesh shorts that I sometimes wore during jogs when I was feeling frisky. When worn over a jockstrap, they were only barely acceptable, which is what I liked. My pulse quickened as I thought about giving those to Derrick. It was so dark outside, I thought maybe he wouldn’t notice how see-through they were. I mean, they were as long as regular basketball shorts, it was just that the material was really thin. I decided I would go for it.

“Here you go,” I said as calmly as I could, holding the shorts out to him, away from the light of the trunk, which I quickly closed.

“Thanks,” he said as he took them. I opened the back door of my car and turned off the default overhead light. Derrick climbed in and started taking his track pants off in the darkness as I made my way back to the back of my car. I had been wearing a pair of gym shorts with another pair of smaller gym shorts underneath as pseudo-underwear. As I started to pull off the top pair, I was feeling pretty horny, so I thought, what the fuck. I quickly pulled off both pairs and slipped on the fresh pair. The light breeze around my now-commando crotch made me even more aroused.

As I took off my shirt and shoes, I nervously listened, waiting to hear if Derrick was going to say anything about the shoddy shorts I had handed him. But, miraculously, he climbed out of the backseat of my car, wearing them. Without a word, he handed me his track pants. I excitedly dumped his pants, my shirt, my dirty shorts, and my shoes in my trunk, and we took off towards Eileen’s apartment, towels over our shoulders.

I asked him about Eileen’s trip just to make small-talk, and, during his answer, I tried to nonchalantly catch as many glimpses of his lower body as I could. It was really dark, but even in the low light, the outlines of his cock and his legs were visible, pressing against the light fabric. Seriously, I don’t know how I even made it across the street.

We approached two of the smaller buildings of Eileen’s apartment complex and, suddenly, Derrick climbed up on a nearby trashcan and used it to hop over the chain-link fence surrounding the complex. I was a little intimidated, but it was too late to turn back, so I did the same, hoping not to be seen by anyone. Then, we just casually walked to the center of the compound to where the pool and in-ground hot tub were.

As we approached the well-lit area, I deliberately hung back so that I could better see how my shorts looked on Derrick. He threw his towel on a nearby deck chair and turned around, looking at the hot tub. God damn. A little bit of fear shot through me as I thought, “There’s no way he’s not gonna notice them now.”

But, to my amazement, he was totally oblivious to how much visible-penis-line he was showing off. Not even paying any attention to me, he stepped into the hot tub and sat down, taking a deep sigh.

Although I can usually control my hard-ons, it was definitely getting difficult for me to keep my cock down by this point, so I eagerly joined him in the water. We sat there and talked about useless stuff for a while. Then, after some time, he stood up and crossed over the divider into the regular swimming pool so that he could do a few laps. Seeing how the shorts clung to every inch of him during that process made my blood heat up again.

As Derrick was doing his laps, I remember feeling self-conscious. I had been basically eye-fucking him this whole night. But man, I could not help it. His body was looking really fuckable.

Derrick came back over to the hot tub after a few minutes.

“Damn, man, my back still feels all tense,” he said, rubbing the left side of his lower back, right above his waist. “Look, feel it,” he continued, “You can tell where it’s all stiff.”

I leaned over to him and felt around where he was talking about.

“Do you see what I’m talking about?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I lied. I was not at all concerned with his supposed sore muscle. My horniness had started to cloud my judgment, so I actually started massaging him. I don’t know what I was expecting at all. I had probably watched one too many cheesy pornos that started with a massage between friends. Before long, he pulled away.

“Ouch,” he said genuinely, “Yeah, I think it’s just sore is all.”

I mentally cursed myself for my failed attempt at seducing him, but he didn’t seem to notice the sexual tension, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

We talked for a short while longer, but then we heard and saw a small group of people arriving home from partying. They were young college kids too, and they were laughing and stumbling along the second-floor walkway to an apartment.

“Hey!” one of them, a guy, called out, “Get the fuck out of the hot tub!”

“We’re calling shotgun on it!” a girl shouted.

“You got it, bitches!” Derrick shouted back at them.

One of the other girls started laughing drunkenly. Then, she leaned over the balcony as her other friends were walking into their apartment. “Okay, but, for real though,” she slurred. “Ya’ll got like 20 minutes to wrap it up, cause we don’t feel like partying with you homos!”

Man, did that piss me off. The first girl tried to shush her offensive friend, still laughing. But then she turned to us and gave us a good look.

“Wait, are ya’ll gay?” she asked loudly. “Ya’ll are hot! You better not be gay!”

“Come down here, sweetie, find out!” Derrick called back.

I heard the first girl start to agree, but then her stupid friend pushed her into the apartment along with their other friends and shouted, “Leave!” before slamming the door.

“Man, fuck them,” Derrick said to me, immediately sensing how angry all that had made me.

“I wasn’t even listening,” I lied.

“No, seriously,” he said. “I’ve seen them before. Eileen makes noise complaints about them all the time.”

I shrugged.

“We should, like, throw a bunch of dirt and shit into the hot tub so they can’t use it,” Derrick said.

I perked up again. I don’t know why I was so determined to make tonight as sexual as possible, but, again, I had another one of my mischievous ideas.

“Dude, I dare you to jack off in the hot tub,” I said without thinking.

“What? Shit no. That would be too weird,” he said quickly. “Nothing to do with you,” he added sincerely. “It would just be weird to jerk off, right here, in this hot tub.”

“Alright, alright, I was just joking,” I half-lied.

“But,” he continued. “I do need to take a piss, so I think I should at least do that before we go.”

“Not before I get out!” I replied, standing up.

“Calm down, I was gonna wait for you to get out,” he whispered.

I stood up and started to get out of the hot tub, but then I got another idea. “Wait, you’re not gonna take a piss while wearing my shorts, dude. That’s gross,” I said.

“Fine,” he said nonchalantly. “Take them.”

My heart skipped a beat. Derrick put his elbows on the concrete edge behind him and lifted himself up so that his legs were spread, floating slightly off the underwater bench. “Are you serious?” I asked, trying to sound annoyed.

“Go ahead, take them,” he repeated.

I thought this was too good to be true. Before Derrick had a chance to change his mind, I walked forward, between his legs and reached my hand into the water. God, I was enjoying ever millisecond of this moment. My fingers felt the skin of his lower stomach. I slid them down towards the elastic waistband of the shorts. As my fingers lingered for just a second, gently pulling the shorts down, I could feel his happy trail, and even his pubic hair. I remember looking up at him, my heart and mind racing.

All of a sudden, as soon as my eyes met his, he burst out laughing like a maniac. He leaned back on the concrete and covered his eyes with his hands, still laughing. I was so confused for a good second, but then I finally put two and two together when I noticed how warm the water around him was. He had started pissing already, and I, in my stupor, had just walked right into it, had placed my hand right into it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Derrick gasped as he kept laughing. I’m not the biggest fan of waterworks, and I hate it even more when people prank me, so I got a bit mad about this. Before I could think clearly, I decided to take revenge by grabbing onto Derrick’s shorts and quickly yanking them down his legs.

“Wha-?” he choked out, trying to lean back up. He instinctively closed his legs, which made it that much easier to take the shorts off of him. He grabbed for my arm, but being wet and slippery, I was able to get away from him and get out of the hot tub, his shorts in my hand.

“Aw, come on man, that’s not cool,” he said, still smiling. “Come on, don’t be a dick.”

“You pissed on me!” I whispered roughly. “You literally just pissed on me!”

Derrick started laughing again. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Dude, that was funny, you have to admit!”

“You’re not getting these back, you dick,” I said.

Derrick glanced over at his towel. I took that cue to run over to both of our towels and scoop them up.

“Awwwww, fuck you, man,” Derrick whispered.

Now, while this may look like a dick-ish thing for me to do, it’s worth mentioning that a lot of my friends and I would always prank each other, for little to no reason. And I was probably still holding a grudge over the time that Derrick had pantsed me at a club. Also, I can’t deny that this situation was making me pretty horny. I wanted to see how far I could push it.

After a tense few minutes, Derrick finally gave in. “Fine, what do you want?” he asked.

[WriterBro]

(Continued)

“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.

[phantom2001]

Makes your last story look horrible! Thanks so much for sharing

[WriterBro]

Yo, thanks for reading, phantom! I'm having a great time reliving these nights.

[lovaboitoy]

wow writerbro....that's a hot experience...I love it....