Chapter 1
Dave's chest heaved as a line of sweat rolled down his pulsating skin, spilling onto his contracting abdomen, before slipping into the course blond pubic hair and being splashed away as his hand came crashing down, his fingers wrapped tightly around his sweat slicked dick. Eyes smashed shut and jaw working, he tried to concentrate to the grunting and moaning coming from his computer as he pumped himself furiously with one hand and cradling his balls with the other. The Texas heat was oppressive and masturbating wasn't helping, but he tried to keep himself from thinking about the heat, only concentrating on his hand stroking up and down, the sounds coming from his computer, and a fuzzy mix of images that chased across his mind in dizzying chaos.
With a frustrated grunt, the blond tore his eyes open as he switched hands, freeing his right one to grab clumsily at the computer mouse while trying to keep up his heavy pace. Closing out the current video, he scrolled quickly down through the heavy cache of video clips. When in a more sober state of mind, Dave sometimes scoffed at his own seemingly sick obsession with porn. The half of his hard drive that wasn't dedicated to music seemed to be filled with busty blonds riding hard bodied jocks after some crummy dialogue that lead into an all-out screaming fuck fest. Realistically, though, he hardly watched any of them, just collected them. That wasn't to say he didn't pump out a good one every day, sometimes two or three times a day. It was just these videos inevitably would fail to keep his dick hard, let alone bring him to the every pulling climax.
With a resigned sigh that only came from the desperation of needing to finish, Dave scrolled to another file folder and clicked through the intricate pathways to a special hidden stash of videos. There weren't many files here, and each was labeled with a rather innocuous title. With a quick glance over his shoulder, the blond double clicked on the file branded DDJ001. A video window opened up to the passion twisted face of a well-toned brunet guy panting heavily, before panning out to find and equally fit blond man pumping his dick in and out of the other. Dave's cock twitched in his hand and he switched back to his right one, the pace picking up as a familiar fire grew low in his belly. His eyes remained glued to the screen as from behind the first blond stepped another man, also blond and ripped. This new comer wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller man, his own rock hard cock sliding up along the thrusting man's ass. Dave let out an insuppressible moan as the taller blond reached around the shorter to grab ahold of the prone brunet's neglected cock.
With a scream the brunet in the video was cumming, and suddenly Dave's own voice ripped from his lips as he too spilled rope after rope of creamy white liquid on his chest and stomach until finally a few dripped spasms landed with his pooled sweat in his blond pubic hairs. As his breathing began to slow back down, Dave watched the video carry on for a few more seconds. It was when the shorter blond turned and kissed the taller that he hastily closed out the video, logged out the file, and slammed his laptop closed. Grabbing a shirt from the floor beside him, he quickly whipped away any evidence of his deed before tossing the used garment with a pile of other dirty clothes near the door.
Peeling himself out of his computer chair, Dave stood and stretched. The room was dark save for the lights of the city that filtered in through the apartment window. Running a hand through his hair, the blond cringed at how sweaty and greasy it felt. A shower was definitely in order. Not bothering to put on any clothes, Dave sauntered out of his bedroom and down the hall. The apartment was as dark as his room, but the blond didn't search the shadows like he normally would, seeing if anyone was waiting to pounce. Bro was out of town for two more days, and Dave had been enjoying his mini-vacation. School was out for the summer so Dave had adopted his usual habit of sleeping when he wanted to, staying up till he dropped, and generally doing nothing with his life. He cringed when he thought about it being his last summer to do it. Next summer he'd be 18 and graduated.
Harsh yellowed light stung his eyes as he flicked on the bathroom lights. Half blinded, Dave groped around in the shower till he found the taps and turned them till there was a steady hiss of steamy water pouring out. Ducking under the water, Dave let out a sigh as he felt the grime and sweat wash away as the heat soaked into his tensed muscles. His mind wandered briefly to the images and sounds he'd just been enjoying and a flash of guilt and shame washed across him. He tried to quickly shake the feeling and instead enjoy the shower, but a quick movement caught his eye and reflexively he looked up. There wasn't anyone there, only his reflection in the mirror across the bathroom. He'd forgotten to close the shower door in his haste to wash off. As he reached to pull the door closed, however, he slowed and finally stopped his movement. Watching himself in the mirror, Dave slowly pulled his arm back, before tracing it across his chest, letting the water spill over him.
Closing his eyes, Dave imagined the heat of the water to be the heat of another body pressed up behind him. His other hand joined in sweeping slowly across his chest as his right one drifted down, slipping through his bristly pubic hair before tentatively touching his cock. It jumped to life and Dave gasped, his eyes shooting open. Determined, he stared at himself in the mirror as he wrapped his hand firmly around his quickly hardening cock. He felt the warmth on his back as his hands began to pump and caress him towards a second climax. Thrusting his hips, Dave could almost feel the legs wrapping around his thighs for support as his hand tightened, simulating the brunet in the video, what it must have been like to push deep into him and pull back out only to slam in again. Quite suddenly, Dave's cock exploded with another powerful orgasm as he slammed his up against the shower wall. His breathing returning to normal, Dave couldn't shake the guilt and shame fully this time.
"Damn," he drawled, both exhausted and exhilarated, before ducking quickly under the water.
Shutting off the taps, the blond grabbed a towel and quickly dried off, avoiding the mirror at all costs. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and flicking off the light, Dave submerged himself back into the gentle darkness of the apartment. Tossing his towel across his computer chair to keep his ass from sticking to it in the sweltering heat, Dave flipped open his laptop, the glow lighting up his face as he quickly clicked through windows and pulled up Pesterchum. Almost instantly, the blond was attacked by bright blue text that flashed at him excitedly.
EB: dave
EB: i'm soooooooooo booooooooooorrrrreeed
EB: entertain me
EB: come on man don't leave a bro hanging
EB: there are only so many movies i can watch
EB: and rose has been going at me nonstop with her psychological analysis bullshit
EB: daaaaaaaaavvvvvveeeee
TG: dude chill
TG: give a guy two seconds to type here man
EB: sorry
EB: I'm just kind of going stir crazy here
TG: how longs your old man been gone
EB: two days and he won't be back till late tomorrow night
EB: it's terrible
TG: says you
EB: oh that's right
EB: when's your bro coming back?
TG: couple days
TG: man tell you what
TG: its been so amazing having free reign like this
TG: party every night
TG: different bitch bouncing on my dick
EB: eww!
TG: titties to the max Egbert
EB: yeah right
EB: you've been logged into pesterchum every night
TG: so
EB: and we've chatted for hours every night
TG: who says i cant type and fuck a girl with huge knockers at the same time
EB: who even says knockers anymore?
EB: you're soooooo laaaaaammeee
TG: fuck you
TG: you wish you had one iota of my swag
EB: hey dave
TG: sup
EB: you ever notice how my dad and your bro tend to go away at roughly the same time?
TG: never really crossed my mind
EB: what if they're like part of a secret conspiracy or something?
TG: yeah right
TG: not unless theres a convention for fucked up porn superstars
TG: and your dad is secretly part of the puppet porn empire
TG: though hed have to be an underboss cause my bro is like the fucking godfather of puppet smut
EB: eww
TG: im talkin secret meeting over felt dongs and plush rumps abound
EB: ok that's gross
TG: i can just hear my bro now
TG: oh mr dadbert show me all the plush rumps
EB: ok you can stop now
TG: cue the badly written porn music
TG: something like sesame street meets deadmau5
EB: …
EB: you done?
TG: yeah
EB: damn, i'm hungry
TG: so eat
EB: i will
EB: you want to get in a game of league later?
TG: as long as you keep that pansy ass teemo off the screen
EB: there is absolutely nothing wrong with teemo
EB: shut your whore mouth
TG: go eat
TG: before i have to reach through this computer and smack you
EB: yeah yeah
EB: oh, dave, check it!
EB: i've been working out
EB: lacross tryouts are in about a month and i'm totally gonna get on the team this year
EB: anyway food
Just before John's name went gray, a file transfer request popped up on Dave's screen. He immediately accepted and opened the file. John's goofy bespectacled face smiled back at him, his blue eyes sparkling and his mop of black hair wild and unruly as usual. Instead of some graphic t-shirt though, there was only bare skin. Tanned and smooth, with small dark nipples and a wisp of black chest hair, Dave traced John's torso with his eyes. There around the other man's stomach where the hints of toned muscles, muddled by stubborn baby fat but there none the less. At his belly button a dark trail of hair began before disappearing beneath khaki cargo shorts, low slung on the smiling boy's hips. Another wave of guilt and shame welled up inside Dave even as his cock jumped to attention. Biting back a curse, the blond quickly shuffled through file folders until he brought back up the same video from earlier, keeping the window small enough so he could stare at a shirtless, toned, and smiling John.