**Just one more chapter after this one, and it's ridiculously long, so get ready!**
Stiles took a deep breath, inhaling the manly aroma of sweat and metal. He could feel it in his bones: if he kept to a work-out schedule, he'd be able to make first string in the fall. He'd even given up his entire Saturday, or at least two hours of it, to work out. He was pleased to see that the gym was empty, clearly meaning that nobody else had the commitment he had. Coach Finstock may as well give him the spot on first string now. He walked into the room, looking around at the confusing machines. They all looked somewhat intimidating, and he was confused as to how most of them worked. Shaking off the regret from years of never entering the gym, he walked towards the dumbbells, starting his new life as someone who worked out.
He stopped when he noticed the bench that had previously been hidden behind a giant machine. Jackson was on it, doing curl ups. The other boy didn't look at Stiles, clearly more focused on the earbuds in his ears than anything around him. Stiles took a moment to observe his body; Jackson always made first string, and was the co-captain as well. He clearly had what it took. Stiles took note of his abs, slick with sweat as he flexed and unflexed them, pulling his chest and head up as he worked them out. He noticed his biceps, sweaty and bulging as he flexed them, his hands supporting his head and making him reveal his hairy armpits. He noticed the hairy legs, flexing as he used the traction from his sneakers to keep his lower half still, sweat dripping down his leg hair and onto his black ankle-length socks. He noticed the way Jackson's blue soccer shorts rode low on his waist, yet slid up his thighs to reveal his legs, and the very edge of his jockstrap. In fact, he realized that he could make out the outline of the boy's underwear through the material as it clung tightly to his sweat covered pelvis.
It took Stiles a moment to realize that Jackson was no longer doing his curl ups, but was now sitting up, staring at Stiles with an arched eyebrow. Stiles turned red, waving awkwardly as he decided to stop analyzing the boy's body, satisfied that he now better understood how to achieve first string. Jackson rolled his eyes and picked up a pair of large weights, moving his attention to his thick, ivory biceps. Stiles walked past the boy, opening his locker to put his keys and wallet away. In opening his locker door, he knocked Jackson's duffel bag over, which was sitting on the ground in front of his locker. Jackson dropped his weights to the ground and pulled his earbuds out, turning toward Stiles with an expression betraying both anger and worry.
Confused and embarrassed, Stiles quickly picked up the bag, collecting the contents that spilled from inside. He picked up a blue tube that looked like a thermos or a flashlight. It was lighter than he expected, and he turned it over in his hands, examining the plastic object. The word "Fleshjack" was branded on the side. A spark of recognition went off inside of Stiles as he remembered hearing that term before. Scott had explained to him what a fleshlight was many years ago, but only recently, Danny explained the difference between that and the version made for gay men, fleshjack. He blushed deeply as he put the object back into the bag, accidentally knocking something out of the side pocket in his embarrassed hurry. Meanwhile, Jackson sat by and watched, aghast at Stiles' discoveries. Stiles quickly picked up the iPad that fell out of the pocket, his finger accidentally hitting the button to open it up. On the little screen, a muscular naked man held up his massive erection with his hands, his eyes looking back up at Stiles. The thought crossed in the back of Stiles' mind that this was essentially the 2012 version of finding a dirty magazine stashed under someone's mattress. Do they even still sell dirty magazines? he thought to himself, his ADD mind wandering.
He was brought back to reality by Jackson tearing the iPad from his hands, turning it off. With a playful smile, Stiles reached back into the bag and withdrew the fleshjack. Jackson reached for it, his face burning red with anger as Stiles dodged his hands, holding the object above his head.
"Well, Jackson, I had no idea you were into guys," Stiles said, popping the lid off of the sex toy. He noticed that the material was in the shape of a mouth, which Danny had informed him was a mold of a gay pornstar's mouth, meant to feel as if the user were getting a blowjob from him. Stiles smirked.
"They're not mine!" Jackson said angrily, the lie even more obvious by how red his toned, hairless chest was getting. "They're Danny's. We share a locker."
"Sure," Stiles said, refocusing his attention on the fleshlight. "And you share a gym bag?"
"Stilinski, I swear to god-" Jackson started, lunging for the boy again.
"Relax. Who am I gonna tell?" he said, dodging the muscular boy's hands. "Though you know everyone would support you."
Jackson's rage seemed to quell for a moment, and the boy seemed to withdraw a bit. "Whatever, just don't fucking tell anyone."
Stiles felt sorry for teasing the boy. "I won't," he promised. He looked back down at the fleshlight, curiously slipping a finger past the lips. The thought crossed his mind that Jackson's dick had done the same thing before. In fact, his fingers were touching where Jackson had probably cum before. The thought turned him on. "Hey Jackson, can I ask you something?"
"What now, jackass?" Jackson asked, some of his vigor returning as Stiles acted coy, seemingly embarrassed by the question he had.
"Well, it's just... I mean, I was wondering... Y'know, since you've... what does it feel like?" Stiles stuttered, now feeling somewhat embarrassed himself.
Jackson's eyes narrowed, almost in suspicion. "Which one?" Jackson asked. "A real blowjob or the fleshjack?"
Stiles looked down at the ground, now regretting the question. "I don't know, nevermind," he muttered, barely audible.
Jackson walked up to the boy, the cooling sweat on his body letting off a heavy scent of pheromones. He put a finger under Stiles' chin, lifting his face so that their eyes met. His clear, piercing eyes gazed up at the taller boy's brown eyes, sparkling like chocolate diamonds beneath the halogen lights. He raised up on his tiptoes to bring his mouth to the boy's ear, repeating the question. "Which one, a blowjob or the jack?" he asked, coming back down on his flat feet to look the boy in the face.
"Both?" Stiles squeaked, the response high pitched and nervous.
Jackson laughed softly, in a loving way. "A boy like you deserves to be loved," Jackson said, his sudden uncharacteristic tenderness catching Stiles off guard. "I can't believe nobody has yet." With that, he raised his lips up to Stiles', pressing him into his first kiss as his hand idly wandered to the crotch of the boy's basketballs shorts. He could feel Stiles' dick was already half hard, and encouraged it the rest of the way with his hand. Jackson leaned back, smiling as he plucked the fleshjack from Stiles' hand. He pressed the artificial mouth to his own, making out with the object for a moment to lubricate it. Stiles' mouth was agape as he watched the hot, shirtless, sweaty guy make out with his sex toy.
"So, you wanna find out how it feels?" Jackson asked, pointing the now spit-covered mouth at Stiles. Nodding, Stiles smiled as he quickly dropped trou, ready to have Jackson jerk him off with the toy. "Holy shit dude!" Jackson exclaimed, looking down at the boy's now bare pelvis, his mouth agape and his eyes wide.
Stiles flushed red, poorly trying to cover up his erection with his hands as embarrassment hotly prickled his skin. He chastised himself for trusting Jackson, his now hard cock pressed against his flat stomach and his balls extending past his hands, which gave his massive dick nearly no coverage. "I'm sorry," was all he could think to say, the apology sounding lame and somewhat unneeded.
"Why are you covering up? That thing is huge!" Jackson said, smiling. "The biggest I've ever seen."
"Really?" Stiles asked, his attitude turning 180 degrees. He dropped his hands, a tentative smirk playing at his lips. He let his ten and a half inches hang freely from his pelvis, pointing toward the pale, shirtless boy. Looking down, Stiles thought to himself that this was still a good inch longer than it usually was, since he was rarely this turned on.
"And I thought mine was big," Jackson said, mostly to himself. He regained his senses, tearing his attention away from the giant organ. "I mean- It is. Big. It's really big. But damn, you're definitely bigger." With that, he stepped forward, closing a hand around the man's cock. He shuddered beneath his touch, the first time foreign skin had come into contact with his own. It felt good.
Jackson stepped even closer, pressing their bodies together, Jackson naked from the waist up and Stiles from the waist down. "It's always the skinny boys," Jackson said, continuing to jerk the boy as he slipped his tongue past his lips, kissing him deeply once again. Then, trailing his tongue down the boy's body as he went, Jackson slid down to his knees, bringing him face to face with the giant one-eyed monster. Taking his hand from the beast and picking switching the fleshjack into that hand, Jackson started giving Stiles a simulated blowjob. At first, Jackson had to push to squeeze Stiles' monster past the lips. Together, they worked to wedge the large member into Jackson's plaything, eventually managing to slide it all the way in. Once he was in, Stiles found the experience enjoyable. Though Jackson couldn't pump very fast, the slow fucking felt good as the material slowly pulled over his dick. It made an unholy sucking sound; the empty space left when Jackson pulled Stiles' massive dick out created a lot of pressure, making for some very loud suction. After a few tugs at this, Jackson took off the end of the fleshjack altogether, releaving the pressure. Suddenly, Stiles felt as if a vice had been released from his cock, and he could enjoy the soft, warm space inside.
Now, Jackson's hand could easily glide up and down the considerable length, essentially jacking the boy off with the aide of the fleshjack. His balls flopped against his thighs, smacking them audibly as he was pleasured by Jackson's hands. The fleshjack still made sucking noises as it artificially blew Stiles, making slurping and sucking noises. To add to this symphony, Stiles began moaning as his cock was pleasured by someone other than him for the first time. Jackson guided the boy onto the bench beside them, laying the boy down so that he could thoroughly work over his cock. He pumped him with both arms, straddling the bench as Stiles put his arms up, with his hands behind his head, submitting to the pleasure.
Suddenly, Stiles grabbed the fleshjack, pulling it off of his dick with a sucking sound. "I wanna try the real thing," Stiles said, grinning as he grabbed both sides of a confused Jackson's head. He pulled down, gagging the boy on his cock as it was abruptly forced down his throat. Jackson coughed while Stiles continued to force his face down. "Yeah, choke on that shit, it's so big. How do those balls smell? You know you love sucking my fucking cock."
Jackson was confused by the sudden change in Stiles, but he liked it. It turned him on to feel like he was being used by the other man; a slut, just there to pleasure his cock. Stiles released his head and he jumped up, gasping for breath before being pushed back down. This time, he wasn't deep-throating the boy, just swallowing as much as he could of the massive instrument. Stiles looked down his body, enjoying the view as Jackson backed off, straightening his back for a moment to get a better angle. He saw the boy's blue shorts were tented nearly to bursting, with a wet spot on the front. With his foot, Stiles managed to pull the boy's shorts and underwear over his dick, letting it spring out. Though it wasn't as big as Stiles', it was hardly anything to sniff at. "Play with yourself while you suck me off," Stiles commanded, watching Jackson obey, grabbing his hard-on while he worked the dick into his mouth. "Get naked, cocksucker."
Jackson obeyed, getting onto all fours on the bench so that he could use his hands to push his shorts down to his ankles, then taking off his shoes and socks, and pushing his shorts off of one ankle. Now, he was jerking himself, sucking Stiles' dick with nothing on but a thin pair of shorts hanging limply from his ankle, his back arched to make his ass pop up in the air and expose his little asshole. "Yeah, let me see you stick some fingers in yourself while you take my horsecock, bitch," Stiles said, putting a possessive hand on the boy's head. Jackson reached back, playing with his hole before sliding a finger into his ass. Slipping another finger in, the slutty boy managed to find his prostate. His sphincter clenched around his fingers as his spine shook involuntarily. Meanwhile, Stiles began to lift his hips to meet the steady rhythm of the boy's mouth, dirty talk spilling from his lips.
The experience quickly began to be too much for Jackson. His hole clenched even tighter around his fingers as they rubbed his prostate one last time, sending him over the edge. His back arched even deeper as his hand slowed its pace, allowing cum to spurt out of his cock and onto the bench. Meanwhile, Stiles blew his load into Jackson's throat,
In the mirrored wall, he saw Stiles laying on his back, arms behind his head with a satisfied grin as his giant dick slowly deflated back toward his pubes. He saw himself, dick flopping out of his mouth with a trail oozing from his mouth down to the deflated member, his back arched deeply to accommodate fingers up his asshole, eyes watery from the intense skull fucking, a hand on his dick, and a jockstrap hanging limply from his heel. The fact that he had lean muscles, smooth, flawless skin, well-groomed body hair, and a perfectly coifed hair-do made him look even more like a whore. Behind the pair, Danny stood, looking down at the slutty boy who was watching himself in the mirror, arms crossed with a shit-eating grin on his perfect face.
"You didn't wait for me," the tanned boy said, looking over at Stiles as Jackson turned to look at him. Jackson turned red from head to toe, unable to count the number of reasons why he was embarrassed.
Stiles looked down at Jackson, who was too shocked to move, and ran his fingers through the boy's well-groomed hair. "Man, I couldn't help myself. Have you seen his ass in those shorts?" Stiles said, looking up at Danny. "Besides, it was my first time."
"Yeah, but he's my best friend," Danny replied, countering his accomplice's logic. Meanwhile, Jackson stared up at his friend, mouth hanging open as a thin stream of saliva continued to stick to Stiles' cock. Looking down at his friend, Danny smiled, bringing the boy in close for a kiss. Jackson was dumbstruck by the kiss, fireworks lighting off inside of him. This sensation caused him to take stock of his body. Blushing even more deeply, he removed his fingers from his anus and took his hand off of his cock, straightening the slutty pornstar-like arch in his back as he sat up straight. He pulled the jockstrap up to its rightful position.
"What... the fuck... is..." Jackson fumbled for words as he looked back and forth between the two boys.
"Really, Jackson, do you think we're stupid?" Stiles said smugly, earning a look from Danny. He rolled his eyes in response. "Danny saw your internet search history while looking for a birthday present for you. He saw all those porn sites, and the fleshlight site."
"I figured you liked the cock when you felt me up one time while I was sleeping over," Danny picked up, acting like a magician revealing his secrets. Jackson looked almost horrified as he realized that what he thought was a clever rouse was actually obvious to his friends. "I was just pretending to sleep. I mean really, who wouldn't?"
"But...but..." Jackson once again found himself at a loss for words. "You knew?"
Danny simply smiled in response, pulling the pale boy up with his thick arms, drawing him into a tender kiss. He, too, felt the fireworks of passion erupting within his body from the physical contact with the boy. Backing off, Stiles stood, also kissing Jackson again. Having just gone from in the closet to in love and sexually active, Jackson was still quite bewildered, but also happier than he had been in a while. Danny reached down, picking up the warm fleshjack.
"So this is what outed you, huh?" he said, looking at the thing. Jackson smiled, pulling down the boy's uniform lacrosse shorts and jockstrap to reveal his already hardening, tanned cock. Both Jackson and Stiles reach for the fleshjack, each getting a firm grip on one end. They locked eyes, neither willing to give up the opportunity to jerk Danny's hot, tanned dick. Stiles pulled, and Jackson pulled back, creating a tug-o-war between the two boys, Danny watching with intrigue and a bit of chagrined excitement.
Simultaneously, the boys gave each other a look, each smiling as they stopped pulling on the sex toy. Tossing it aside, Stiles and Jackson both got on their knees, smiling up at Danny as they both reached for his cock.
"Screw that," Jackson said, working the thick base of his cock, his hands grabbing the thick, dark pubes.
"The real thing is so much better," Stiles agreed, pulling down from the head of Danny's member to where his hand met Jackson's.