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Macklin toweled off his hair as he stepped out of the bathroom. After a couple seconds, he discarded the damp towel onto his bed and pulled a shirt on, wincing a little at the soreness of his shoulder. He swung his arms, hoping to relieve some of the ache as he took a scan of the hotel room. They’d given him a single room, which was nice, even if it was smaller than most rooms.
The comforter looked really soft.
He flopped down dramatically over it and was not disappointed. The duvet was fluffier than most hotels he stayed, and the smell of fresh linen washing over him was nice. He sighed as he nuzzled his face deeper.
This was nice.
He’d trade room size for a more comfortable bed, any day of the week. A minute later, he flipped around, and stuffed 2 pillows below his head as he reached for his phone on the night stand.
It was 7.30pm in Switzerland now, which means most places are closed for the night. And after that video came out, him and Dicky were really not allowed to go out much for the time being. Which sucked big time.
- Mack
- Smitty
- Smitty
- Smitty
- Smitty
- Will
- jesus mack wtf
- Mack
- Wyddd
- Just ended prac
- Im bored
- Entertain me
- Will
- bruh
- Mack
- Pleasee
- Will
- watch a movie or smth
- Mack
- Not feeling it
- Come onn
- Will
- im out for lunch w the jumbos
- Mack
- Huh
- Isnt jumbo in san jose
- Will
- nah hes here to visit
- Mack
- Ooo
- Where are yall gg
- Will
- its like a fancy italian place
- jumbo said the steaks like really good apparently
- so he’s bringing me there
- Mack
- Must be nice eh
- Free food
- Will
- nah bro im like mad uncomfortable
- Mack
- Huh
- Why
- Are you sick
- Will
- nah dude long story
- I forgot to do the laundry
- so stupid
- Mack
- ???
- Will
- basically im like out of clean underwear
- i wore my last clean pair for skates this morn
- didn’t know it was my last pair
- like i knew i was running low but not that low uk
- Mack
- yeah
- Will
- and then jumbo invited me to lunch during skates
- ill lyk if it was any good btw
- and he said i better dress up for it
- but yea basically i came home and there was no clean underwear
- and i didnt wanna wear my nasty ass sweaty underwear from this morning
- like what if it stained my dress pants or whatever
- or i started smelling
- i would kms
- Mack
- Ew
- Will
- yeah ew
- so now im just chilling at this fancy ass restaurant waiting for my food with jumbo with no underwear on
- its great
- Mack
- Uhuh
- Sure
- Ur fking w me
- Will
- what??
- NO
- im being so legit
- Mack
- No way ur going commando rn
- Pics or it didnt happen
- Will
- tf
- pics??
- Mack
- Ya bruh
- Pics
- Or it didnt happen
- Ur just fking w me so I’ll talk about it w Dicky or smth and make me look stupid
- Will
- that doesnt even make any sense
- Mack
- Your face dont make any sense
- Will
- fk u
- Will
Smitty 🦈🏒
Today, 7:31 PM
Mack tapped open the image. It was super dark, and he couldn’t make out what was happening at all at first glance. Will had taken it from a low angle, under the table. His white linen shirt was untucked on on side, and his other hand hooked down the side of his dress pants, showing just a sliver of his hip bones.
- Mack
- ??
- Bruh
- Cant see shit
- Ur just tucking ur underwear band tryna be slick
- Will
- so demanding tf
- ok hold on
- Will
Smitty 🦈🏒
Today, 7:41 PM
Holy fuck. Macklin’s dick twitched immediately in interest as he took in the picture Will sent.
Will must’ve been in the toilet now, hidden in some cubicle. It was a selfie, taken from a high angle. His white linen shirt was bunched up, the bottom held up by Will’s mouth in the corner of the photo. His cross and coin peaked out from below the shirt, the silver resting on his chest.
His abs were on full display, tight and defined. His black dress pants had been unbuttoned and zipped all the way down, the corners flopping down. He had his thumb hooked on the left side, pulling the pants down and to the side. Macklin could see the V-line of the hips, leading and pointing down towards Will’s blond pubes. Will’s penis was still hidden by the pants, barely, but there was no doubt about it.
Will really was going commando.
Macklin couldn’t help it. He scrolled back up and opened the image again, his left hand trailed down, palming over his hard on. It throbbed at the contact.
Fuck.
This was wrong. This was his buddy, his man, his guy. Macklin hadn’t really ever looked at Smitty in this way before. He’d seen more of him, of course, in the locker rooms and showers, but it was always clinical, business. Just bros. But this photo. Damn. It was like Macklin was a girl Will sent thirst traps to.
He could admit Will was objectively a hot guy. He was pretty, but not in a girly way. Still a man. But wow. Macklin’s eyes traced the treasure trail starting from Will’s navel down until it hit the pants and he kinda really wanted those pants to go away.
How big was Will when he was hard?
Macklin flushed as he thought about it. His dick was so hard now it was throbbing and he could feel himself leaking precome again, the way it did whenever he got really interested. He gripped it.
No. Stop.
He tapped out of the photo.
Mack opened the camera, pointing it down at his body. From this angle, he could see basically everything from the chest down. His dick was just a lump of fabric under his undies and shorts though. Frowning, he dropped his phone and shimmied his shorts down, showing his tight grey underwear.
Taking the underwear off was probably too much.
Deciding not to, he tugged at the bottom of his shirt and brought it to his mouth, his teeth clamping on the hem, holding it in place. He picked up the phone again and snapped a pic.
Damn.
He looked good.
The lighting was doing him great justice, the soft lamp lighting casting a warm light that made his abs look rock solid and lean. He was tenting really hard in the photo, the band of his undies lifting a little to show a dark smattering of pubes. He was leaking really hard, and the light grey had turned dark around the tip of his dick.
One of the best he had ever taken, actually.
He hoped Smitty liked it.
Gnawing on his bottom lip, he sent it before he could think too hard about it.
- Mack
- Will
- holy
- damn mackie
- u sure u didnt cum?
- Mack
- Yea
- Why
- Will
- ur underwears soaked dude
- looks like u nutted in ur undies
- Mack
- Fk off
- Its just pre
- Will
- u sure?
- maybe u came without knowing
- since ur a two pump chump
Smitty 🦈🏒
Today, 7:56 PM
Mack frowned. Smitty was being an asshole. Mack did not have premature ejaculation issues, and definitely did not cum in his undies like he couldn’t control himself.
Fuck it.
Mack reached down and pulled his underwear down to join his shorts at his ankles. Bringing the phone closer with his right, he tried to angle it so he looked bigger on screen. Look, he knew his penis wasn’t the biggest, and no one really complained about his respectable 5 and a half inches, ever, but he still wanted Smitty to think he had a big one. Sue him.
He angled it again, more from the front. His girth was really shining through and he guessed that was good enough.
Bringing his left index finger into frame, he tapped at the large bead of precum gathered on top of his slit and pulled away, a long line of slick connecting the two tips. In the lighting, his dickhead was really glistening, throbbing hard and wet.
Snap and send. There.
- Mack
- Will
- oh shit
- ok fine
- i believe u
- Mack
- see
- I told u
- Will
- do u always leak so much
- Mack
- Sometimes
- Mostly when im really into it
- Will
- guess ur really into this then
- Mack
- Maybe
- Do u leak too
- Will
- a little
- not as much as u tho
- ur kinda a freak
- Mack
- Like u arent one
- Just a different kind
- Will
- lol
- Mack
- Smitty
- Are you hard too
- Will
- yeah
- why
- Mack
- Are you still in the bathroom
- Will
- yeah
- gotta go soon tho
- jumbos gonna think i died or smth
- Mack
- Can you show me
- I wanna see
- Will
- jumbo?
- Mack
- Smittyyy
- Will
- mackieee
- Mack
- Show me your dick
- Please
- Will
- oh
- fk
- ok wait
- Will
Smitty 🦈🏒
Today, 7:58 PM
Mack tapped on the photo. Will’s dick was longer than he thought it would be. He had only ever seen it soft in the locker rooms, and it was no where near this length. Fuck, he must’ve been 7 inches or more.
Will had taken the photo from his chest height. He could see his lower abs and the pants pooling around Will’s ankles on the tiled floor. Will was gripping his cock by the middle and pressed it down, showing the full length to the camera. The middle of his shaft was thicker than the base. It was not skinny by any means, but the length of it, wow.
The shaft was shining a little from the wet tight skin. The blond pubes at the base was compressed, damp.
He must’ve been jerking it before this.
Mack’s own erection was twitching in the cold air of the room. A small puddle of precome had settled in his navel, dripping from his cock head.
Fuck.
With his left hand, Mack swiped up some precome from his stomach. He gripped the base of his dick and pumped. Slowly, his hand twisting at the top of his stroke the way he liked it. Then again. And again.
It felt so good.
His hand kept going, wet noises filling the room. Shit. He wasn’t going to last very long.
Oh. That was easy. Macklin let go of his hard cock, whining at the lost of contact. He pulled the shirt over his head and threw it over to the wall while he kicked off his shorts and undies.
Unable to resist anymore, he went back to jerking off while he snapped a photo as evidence.
- Mack
- There
- Can I cum now
- Will
- that was fast
- Mack
- Mhm
- I told u I’ll do it
- So can I cum now
- Im rly close
- Will
- no cumming
- Mack
- Whyyyy
- Willll
- I was good
- Will
- ok on one condition
- Mack
- Yes
- What is it
- Will
- after u cum u gotta eat it
- and show proof
- Mack
- Fk
- Ok
- I will
- Will
- good
- Mack
- Can you
- Do that too
- I wanna see
- Will
- yeah
- ill do it
- Mack
- Ok
- Smitty
- Can I cum now
- Will
- yes
- cum mack
Smitty 🦈🏒
Today, 8:09 PM
Macklin’s fist picked up speed when he saw Smitty’s reply, setting a pace he knew he would not last in. Will had stopped typing now, which meant he was probably also jerking off right now, trying to cum. Was he trying to keep quiet in the stalls so no one would catch him? Macklin twitched, nerves on fire as he twisted his palm over the top of his glans. A deep whine escapes him as he tried not to cry at the intense stimulation.
Fuckkk.
Macklin imagined Will as desperate as he was, body shaking in pleasure. Maybe he was biting his shirt to try and keep quiet. What if he came and it dripped down on his dress pants? Everyone would look at his cum stains and knew what he had done.
He keened as the thought pushed him over the edge, back arching as his cock shot spurt after spurt into the air. He hand gripped the base of his cock, the pressure feeling amazing as he felt his load rushing through his urethra. Breathy moans filled the room. He hoped his neighbours couldn’t hear him. Warm patches landed on him, his abs, his shoulder, his neck, and some on his hair and cheeks.
Holy shit.
Breathing shakily, Macklin lowered himself back onto the bed as this dick laid flat, finally spent. Mack knew he came a lot. Like, a lot. His load sizes were pretty high volume, like his precome, but this was on a different level. Smitty would probably be shocked at the volume.
Oh shit. Smitty.
Quickly, he unlocked his phone and snapped a picture of the mess on his body, which was an absurd amount even for him. White milky splatters basically covered his torso, like a hose had unloaded all over him. Which, he guessed wasn’t too far from the truth.
Flushing as he remembered what he had to do, he quickly scooped cum up from his chest using four fingers like they were tissue. He flipped the phone camera to front view, and positioned it so he could see his nose to his clavicle on screen. He stuck his tongue out.
Was he really going to do this?
Yeah. He’s not a quitter. He’s good.
Brow set in determination, he wiped his fingers down, depositing the load on his tongue. He snapped a photo. There was no denying it, his whole tongue was coated in the white stuff.
He swallowed.
The taste was interesting. It didn’t taste like anything else. There was a thick musk to it that flooded his nose and clung to the back of his throat.
He opened his mouth and took another photo. There. Smitty can’t say he didn’t eat it now.
- Mack
- Will
Smitty 🦈🏒
Today, 8:11 PM
Macklin tapped the photos open. The first was a close up to Will’s dick. His right hand was in a fist loosely covering the tip of the penis, pinching slightly between his thumb and first knuckle, creating a small bowl filled with cum. There were a couple of thick droplets spilling out the side, dripping over his other fingers.
Damn. Macklin could feel himself turning red. Swipe.
This time it was from a lower angle, a selfie that showed the lower half of his face. Will was licking the puddle, mouth open and tongue out, the tip dipped in the fluid. The corners of his mouth was up in a small smile.
Swipe.
Same angle. A smily, open mouthed Smitty. His lips were wet, and there was nothing in his mouth. Beside his face and to the front, his right hand was raised, finger splayed, showing the back of the hand to the camera. The crevice between the thumb and index finger was licked clean.
Holy shit, he ate it all.
Macklin put his phone to the side, and basked in the after glory of the best orgasm of the year. Maybe of his life.
Damn. That was crazy.
He wondered if it was as good for Smitty as it had been for him. He’d never done anything like this before. Sure, he’d sent a few sexy texts to girls before, but nothing on this level. And he’d definitely never sent any dick pics to his guy friends. Or gotten one back.
And those last few photos?
He took a deep breath.
Fuck.
He hoped this didn’t change anything between them. It would suck big time if Smitty stopped talking to him now. Maybe he’d become one of his puck bunnies, fucked and tossed aside. Ok, maybe not fucked, but still. Sexted and tossed aside? Whatever. That would suck, big time.
He hoped it will happen again. And what did that say about him?
Shit.
Macklin sighed and pressed the heels of his hands in his eyes, the pressure a soothing welcome. A wet schlick sounded out and he froze. Fuck. His face was still covered in his come and his left hand was wet from his fluids.
Disgusted, Macklin sat up and grabbed the towel still damp from his shower sitting at the edge of his bed, quickly wiping his, well, everything. He spent a good 3 minutes trying to wipe his come out from his hair before he gave up and just took a shower.
By the time he got back, he was feeling better, at least.
He picked up his phone, and saw he had 5 unread messages from Smitty.
- Will
- 6.5/10
- the portion size was good
- tasted a little off
- and it was kinda cold
- jumbo liked it tho
- Mack
- Maybe it was ur jizz that tasted off
- Will
- fk u
- Mack
- You savored that shit
- No way the taste was leaving anytime soon
- You ate like every drop
- Will
- shit
- ur right
- i can still kinda taste it
- Mack
- EW
- YOUR NASTY AF
- Will
- I dont wanna hear that from u
- guess i gotta come back again to try the steak another time
- ur fault
- Mack
- Lol
- Your welcome