This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead is coincidental. All persons depicted in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and consenting adults.
This is part two of a series. I would suggest reading part one first.
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"Christ, that was boring!" Henry said to Sam while taking off his shirt. They had just come from Chemistry class and were now in the locker room getting ready for PE.
"Yeah", Sam replied tentatively, watching for signs that Henry was uncomfortable around him or had regrets about the previous day's activities. The two hadn't really spoken until then, but that was normal. Wasn't it?
"I mean, when the fuck do they think we're going to need to know how heavy fucking... aluminum is or whatever he was talking about? It's metal. It's heavy." Having gotten that off his chest, he turned away from Sam to take off his cargo shorts then his boxer briefs, replacing them with a jockstrap and athletic shorts. Sam usually tried to sneak a look at Henry's hairy bubble butt when the jock strap went on, but today he was too nervous to take the chance.
"Yeah", Sam said again. Then realizing he'd just been standing there, staring into his locker, he quickly added, "I guess they think some people will want to become chemists or whatever, and this class will help them?"
"Maybe...", Henry said, making a little bit of a face at Sam. "You're being weird. Do you wanna come over after school for some Call of Duty? You left so quick yesterday."
"Oh, yeah, sorry. Just a little tired. But yeah, that sounds good man, yeah. Oh, shit, I gotta get changed. Tell coach I'll be out in two seconds!"
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Coach was clearly working through some anger issues. He'd made them run a million laps around the track for no particular reason. Sam, a swimmer who occasionally played tennis for fun, found it pleasantly challenging. Henry, on the other hand, was winded when they got back in the locker room. He was by no means out of shape, but he wasn't prepared for so much running.
While Sam was thin and lithe, Henry was more on the stocky side. He was muscular, but not so built that you'd see sharply defined muscles on him. Not even if you shaved off all of his dark body hair. He liked the way he looked, but he was sometimes jealous of other guys. He got girls' attention, but not as much as Sam did.
His legs ached, but he couldn't rest. He still had to shower and get dressed for his next class. With great effort, he pulled down his shorts and peeled off his jock, leaving him in just his shirt. His balls hung low and full and glistened with sweat, with his flaccid cut dick resting on them. He heard Sam's locker close, and footsteps retreat. Sam was really making good time today.
Henry finished stripping down, grabbed his things and showered. By the time he returned to the lockers, Sam had already finished dressing and left for his next class.
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Sam acted much more normal on the bus ride home, though he was still quieter than usual. On their brief walk from the front of the neighborhood to Henry's house (made somewhat more painful for Henry by the endless laps earlier in the day), Henry made smalltalk about whatever current relationship drama "everyone" was talking about.
When they arrived at the empty house, they went up to Henry's room, just like normal. As they set their things down, Henry asked "Hey, should we finish that Megan T. video? We... uh... finished before it was over."
Sam had been trying all day to not get hard around Henry and to not think about that video. He didn't want to make things weird, but he hadn't been able to stop thinking about the video, what they'd done together or finally getting to see Henry's cock and balls, even though it was only briefly. He immediately felt a flush of excitement, then felt the blood rushing to his crotch. "Yeah, um... yeah, I guess we didn't." After a brief pause, he continued, "We should do that."
"Sweet" was all Henry said, as he grabbed his iPad off his desk and brought it to the bed where they both sat down, just like they had the day before. He quickly pulled up the video (as if he'd done so many times) and scrubbed to shortly before where they'd left off last time: the cameraman's cut dick was pumping in and out of Megan, who was moaning each time he buried himself in her.
Sam was already completely hard in his boxers and shorts. Unlike last time, he didn't attempt to hide it. He wanted to wait to grab himself until Henry had done so (he still wasn't completely sure whether Henry wanted a complete repeat of the day before or not), but after maybe ten seconds of waiting, he gave up and started openly groping his cock through his clothes.
Henry looked over at Sam's brazen display and laughed, saying "Damn, dude, looks like you really like this video. You boned up in seconds."
Sam looked at Henry, then down at Henry's lap to see a smaller bulge than he'd seen the previous day, then back up at Henry's smiling face. "Yeah, man, look at her. Taking that dick like a champion. Who do you think the guy is?"
"I don't know", Henry said, starting to grope himself through his own cargo shorts. "I heard someone say it was Jeremy Hill, but I've heard he has a small dick, so I don't think it's him."
Right on queue, the cameraman in the video pulled his dick out of Megan and slapped it on her pussy a few times before re-inserting it and building back to the rhythm he had been in.
"Yeah, no, that guy doesn't have a small dick. I guess it's, like... average?" Sam agreed.
"Yeah. Seems like she's enjoying it -- look at her."
"I am", Sam said both as a joke and as a defense. In truth, he was also enjoying watching the man's cock pumping in and out of her.
"So", Henry said, still groping himself, "last time, you had to leave right after because you didn't want anyone to see you in my clothes, right?" He added playfully, "Even though they looked good on you."
Sam's heart skipped a beat, hearing Henry say 'last time'. That made it seem like this was... a thing. A thing they did together. It also made him think of the pair of boxer briefs he'd borrowed from Henry that already had two of his own loads in it.
"Yeah", Sam confirmed.
"So, if we take off our shorts, then we won't get our cum on them, and you won't have to borrow mine. So then you can stay and play Call of Duty."
"Um... yeah, I guess that makes sense." Sam wasn't sure how good of a job he was doing hiding his excitement. His physical excitement was obvious through his shorts, but he hoped to conceal his exhilaration at Henry's plan.
"So, I guess...", Henry said, pausing just a moment before unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts, revealing the outline of a hard cock, straining against black boxer briefs and being pulled down and to the left by them.
Sam did the same, but his shorts were much tighter than his cousin's, and his boxers were much looser than Henry's boxer briefs, so his hard member sprung most of the way up, though his open fly.
"Nice, dude", Henry said, as he lifted himself off the bed and slid his cargo shorts all the way off, throwing them on the ground at the foot of the bed. He then grabbed his cock through just the thin fabric of his boxer briefs and stroked it, shuddering as he did.
Sam followed suit, though when he lifted his butt off the bed, his cockhead slid slightly out of his foreskin, making direct contact with the thin material of his boxers, and making a little wet spot of precum in them.
Henry noticed the wet spot, but didn't mention it. Instead, he said "Ahhhhh, that feels better, doesn't it?" as he continued to stroke his barely covered erection.
