11. Kyle
CHAPTER ELEVEN
KYLE
I need to jerk off.
Too many days have passed since I’ve jizzed, and my balls are filling up. I’m finally throwing in the towel because I can’t keep ogling Ren out of sheer sexual frustration.
It’s not fair to him.
After my nap, I woke up with a raging hard-on that was almost painful. I’m so fucking horny, I physically can’t wait any longer. I don’t think I’ve gone this long without coming since I started having sex with Marissa a year ago.
Some might call me a late bloomer for losing my virginity at eighteen, but I’m not the type who can have one-night stands. Not like Warren. I need an emotional connection with someone first, and I don’t think that will ever change.
I should have time while he’s in the shower getting ready to go out to the bar.
If I’m quick.
Tugging my shorts down, I pull my leaking cock out of my boxer briefs and perch on the end of the bed.
The bed that we’ve been sharing since day two.
This is fucked up, but I can’t help it. My balls are aching, and my body is begging for release.
I’m absolutely terrified of being caught, but I can’t hold back any longer. I haven’t nutted since we started this trip for fuck’s sake.
I swirl my hand around the tip and tug on my sac before I start a steady pace. A small moan slips out, and I bite my lip to contain it as I begin pumping my hips into my fist.
Suddenly, with the water still running, the bathroom door flies open and a wet-haired, towel-clad Ren steps out, gray eyes wide with shock as he stares at me helplessly.
Frozen.
“I-I was . . . I needed . . .”
He can’t even get his words out, and here I am, continuing to stare at him and jack off like an absolute deviant. My eyes skate down his toned body dripping with water, catching on his Adonis belt that’s more cut than any gym rat I’ve ever seen.
Ren’s towel begins to tent as I shamelessly peruse his half-naked body.
I should stop.
I should turn around, tuck my dick in my pants, and put an end to this. I should do anything except pick up speed, stroking myself harder and thrusting my hips faster, wishing I could see what’s underneath.
When my gaze finally darts up to meet his, I explode, ropes of cum shooting all over my hand and abdomen. I grunt and gasp for air before I come down from the much-needed release.
Oh God.
What did I do?
What the fuck did I just do?
I squeeze my eyes shut in utter humiliation as I continue to hold my spent cock while it softens.
“ Kyle, ” Ren’s voice is soft, hesitant. “ It’s okay ,” he insists, but how can it be? How can it ever be okay again?
This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.
I must utter the words out loud, because when I open my eyes, Ren is holding his hands out in front of him like he’s facing off with a spooked, wild animal.
And maybe I am, because I tuck my sticky cock away, yank up my shorts, and dart for the bathroom to lock myself away for all of eternity.
We made eye contact, and I came. I fucking came.
What is wrong with me?
He’s my best fucking friend, and now that makes me a pervert.
The shower’s still running, so I turn it off, washing my hands without looking in the mirror. I’m completely disgusted with myself and filled to the brim with self-loathing. Bile crawls up my throat, attempting to escape, but I swallow it down and clean myself up the best I can before sitting on the closed toilet lid with my head in my hands, staring at the ugly beige tiles below.
I’ve ruined everything. This trip. My friendship. My life.
Three gentle knocks pull me from my spiraling thoughts. “Kyle. It’s me. ”
I know who it is—the only person it could be.
“Let me in. Please. ”
I don’t know how I can ever look him in the eye again.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Ren calls through the door. “I’ve been horny too. Part of me thinks this pact is a punishment, but I stand by it. You can’t hide forever, Ky. So you might as well come out.”
Sighing deeply, I open the bathroom door and stare at the floor, unable to make eye contact. Despite what he says, I am embarrassed. In fact, I’m fucking mortified.
“ Well, ” Ren says, drawing the word out. “I guess it’s only fair that you see my dick and watch me come. Isn’t it? An eye for an eye, hmm?”
I choke and sputter, questioning whether I really heard him right, or if I’ve truly gone crazy.
“Y-you what ? You want to jerk off?” I ask, finally braving his gaze. “In front of me?” His gray eyes sparkle with mischief, and I feel my cheeks heat.
Is he fucking with me?
“Do you mind?” Ren points toward his erection, and I’m so shocked, I shake my head no.
At this point, the fire in my cheeks is near scalding.
With no shame in sight, Warren drops his towel, exposing his full, hardened length, and I gasp.
“ Jesus, Warren. ”
I’ve seen him naked before by accident—we’ve been best friends forever—but nothing could have prepared me for how big his dick gets when it’s hard.
No wonder the girls go wild for him.
Without warning, he starts to stroke himself, and I suck in a sharp breath of air. “W-What are you doing?”
“It’s no big deal, Kyle.”
How can he say that?
“You never jerked off with any of the guys from the lacrosse team in high school?” Warren asks as he continues to leisurely rub one out.
“ What?! ” I practically shriek, complete shock washing over me like a bucket of ice water. “ No! Of course not. Who? ” The words come out like an accusation.
Ren narrows his eyes. “You know I don’t kiss and tell, dude.”
Does Warren hook up with guys regularly?
Does that mean he’s bisexual?
Question after question flies through my mind, but there’s one thing I can’t deny.
I’m a little hurt that what just happened was no big deal to him.
Fine.
If the lacrosse team can do it, then so can I.
I watch intently as Ren continues to stroke his cock in front of me. He picks up the pace, gritting his teeth while his nostrils flare. His long raven hair spills free, framing his face as if he’s the angel of darkness, intense and brooding while he pleasures himself.
Warren’s moments away from coming, and for some reason, I feel the need to be closer to him.
To participate.
I step out of the doorway, whispering in his ear. “ Come for me. ”
Warren erupts, nutting all over his hand and making this sexy little whimper.
Holy shit.
“ Fuck , that was good. Thanks, bro.” He slaps me on the shoulder with the hand that isn’t covered in cum. “I’m gonna hop back in the shower and finish up before we go to the bar.”
The bathroom door shuts in my face, and my heart sinks to the floor, even though I’m really not sure why.