Garrett's Destruction: VI LENGTH: 2,047 words
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VI
I woke up the next morning groggy and hungover. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge downstairs and hopped back in bed with every intention of going back to sleep, but I decided to check my phone first.
Facebook. Instagram. Tumblr. There was a new post.
It was a video.
Garrett. He was lying on the ground. It looked like the video was being recorded by the front-facing camera of his phone again. I recognized the room in the background. It was Hayden's room. There was a pair of black boxer briefs on the ground. Hayden's. The ones he had been wearing in the locker room after soccer earlier in the week.
Garrett was wearing the clothes he had on at the party the night before. T-shirt and jeans.
"Hey babe."
Garrett was whispering. He was clearly intoxicated. The smile drawn on his face hovered midway between arrogant and goofy. It was somehow the most genuinely "Garrett" smile I had seen in a post. I smiled.
"Babe, I can't do that here. I'm at my friends place."
He swung the camera around the room. I saw Bryce's still shirtless frame on the floor, partially concealed beneath a blanket. Hayden was passed out on top of the covers of his bed. He hadn't even bothered to take his shoes off. The room was dimly lit by the incandescent lamp on Hayden's bedside table. Garrett's face came back into view.
He stared into the camera blankly, waiting for a response. After a few seconds, he smiled.
"I don't know babe. You never even showed me your tits."
A few seconds of silence. Then Garrett laughed quietly. The camera shook and then stabilized. Garrett stood up and paced around the room for a few seconds, ensuring that Bryce and Hayden were asleep.
Thirty seconds later he was sitting on the ground in front of the camera wearing nothing but his underwear. This was a new angle. He wasn't standing up. He wasn't bent over. He was just right there in front of the camera with his back leaning against the foot of Hayden's bed. His underwear were blue with little green dots all over them. The Calvin Kleins that I had peeked at while he was doing a keg stand. Here they were. I had never seen his bulge up close. I could tell that he wasn't erect, but his package filled out his underwear very nicely. The bulge appeared heavily constrained. His legs were coated in a layer of light brown hair. I traced the hair up the legs of his underwear and waited for it to reemerge above the waistband in the form of a happy trail.
He moved his hands to where the bottom of his underwear were hugging his right thigh. His hand slipped under them and gently pulled the leg of the underwear back until his package slipped out through the opening. He removed his hand. He was still wearing his boxer briefs, but his big fat cock and huge balls were now hanging through the leg of the underwear. The sight was delicious. That big bulge exposed. That forest of pubes, probably still damp with sweat from a night of partying and drunk hormones. He was still flaccid.
Suddenly, Garrett reached and picked up the pair of black boxer briefs on the ground near him. Hayden's dirty underwear. He turned them inside out and laid them on the ground in front of the camera with the pubic side face-up. He drunkenly laughed into the camera and then leaned forward and licked the cotton. He turned the underwear over and dropped them back on the ground, this time with the ass side face-up. He leaned down again and started licking the cotton, his eyes looking straight into the camera. I noticed his cock was hard now.
What did Hayden's sweaty ass taste like, Garrett?
After a few moments, he pulled off.
"Yeah, I've got it with me," Garrett whispered into the camera.
He reached over and grabbed his jeans, digging in the pocket for something. He pulled out a dildo. It was black. It was much smaller than his own dick, especially now that he was hard. It was a little smaller than my own penis.
He held it up to the camera, seeking approval.
Emboldened, he reached down and slid his underwear halfway down his legs. He then leaned back against the foot of the bed and lifted his legs up. His package was on full display again, except now his legs were in the air and his boxer briefs were stretched taut between his knees and his ass cheeks were spread and that tight little butthole was exposed and on display. I knew it was slightly damp with sweat.
He picked up the dildo and rubbed it up and down his ass crack a few times. Then he tapped the tip of it teasingly against his hole. Then he just went for it. I watched him push the tip past the rim of his hole, and I watched his face fill with pain. He held the dildo with the tip lodged in his ass for a few seconds. Then he pushed harder.
The dildo didn't go any deeper, but the look of genuine, sharp pain returned.
"Fuck," he said. He let go and the dildo slipped out of his ass. His hole clenched tight.
"I can't do that shit. It hurts too fucking bad."
I guess he thought it would just go in easily.
He stared at the screen for a moment. He nodded. He brought the dildo to his mouth and started sucking on the tip. It sunk further into his mouth. I was watching Garrett suck a rubber cock that had just been in his sweaty ass.
He took the dildo out of his mouth.
"The strap? Yeah, it's right here," he whispered. Without moving from his position, legs up above his head, asshole exposed, he reached over and pulled something else out of his pants. A strap.
He attached it to either side of the dildo and then stuck it back in his mouth. He sucked up and down the shaft a few times and then pushed it all the way into his mouth. At first, he coughed up spit and had to pull it out. But then he slid it back in until the base was rubbing against his chin. He grabbed the strap dangling from the base and pulled it over his head. His face turned red for a moment, like he was suffocating, but then his throat relaxed.
He was wearing a cock gag.
His hand moved down to his ass and he started rubbing his index finger against his hole. I watched him push it in. It sunk slowly. One knuckle. Two knuckles. Then it was all the way in. I watched him withdraw it slowly and replace it with his middle finger. Longer. But it disappeared just as easily.
He pulled his finger out and undid the strap. He coughed when the dildo slid out of his throat. I could see the saliva glisten upon the surface. It was drenched with his own lube.
He slapped the saliva-covered tip on his asshole a few more times and then pressed the tip past his rim. This time it didn't stop. It sunk deeper. He involuntarily moaned. The moan was noticeably loud, so loud that he stopped and picked up Hayden's underwear from the ground and stuffed them into his mouth to dampen the noises.
Then he resumed. It sunk in: slowly, and then all at once.
Garrett's legs were above his head. His six pack was flexed. His face was flushed and sweaty. His own huge cock was erect and bulging and leaking precum on his belly. His underwear were holding his spread legs together. Two feet to his left was Bryce. Two feet behind him on the bed was Hayden. And Garrett was sitting there with a huge fucking hard-on while his tight little butthole stretched around five inches of rubber cock.
Did he enjoy the taste of Hayden's underwear? I don't think I would have cared to taste them.
Then he started pumping the dildo in and out of his own hole. His eyes started rolling back into his head. He looked intoxicated. Intoxicated by the feeling of cock moving in and out of his butt. I could hear the rubber slapping against his small sweaty ass cheeks. I could hear his moans, even gagged by Hayden's underwear.
Then the underwear fell out of his mouth.
"Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, my fucking god!"
The dildo bottomed out in his ass and shots of cum fired out of the tip of his cock and hit him on the face. Then his chest and his belly. The whole time he kept moaning. He hadn't even touched his penis.
He leaned his head back against the bed and put his hands on the ground to stabilize himself when he stopped shooting. He took deep, heavy breaths. His stomach was drenched in semen.
I was a fag. I remembered jerking off thinking about what it might feel like to have a man's dick inside me. Garrett's dick. I remembered fingering myself on occasion. But even as a fag, I didn't own a dildo. And Garrett had found out what it felt like to have a cock in his ass before me. An artificial one, at least.
Garrett finally reached for the the base of the dildo and pulled it out of his ass and let his legs fall to the ground.
He stared at the camera, still out of breath. His eyes scanned left and right, as if he were reading the page of a book. I knew he was reading new messages on the screen of his phone. New instructions.
Then, he brought his hand up to his face. He wiped the cum off his index finger. He held the finger out in front of the camera. Then, he leaned forward and licked the cum off the tip.
He picked up the dildo from the floor and used it to mop up the cum on his stomach. He held the rubber cock in front of the camera. The surface was wet and shiny and covered in white semen. He brought the dildo up to his mouth and stuck out his tongue and licked the tip. He looked directly into the camera. The dildo slid into his mouth. The base bottomed out against his lips. He pulled the strap over his head again. He reclined against the base of the bed and lifted his legs once again.
Garrett. His mouth was gagged by the semen-soaked five inch rubber cock that had just popped his cherry and plowed his tight little sweaty ass. To this day, I can't imagine what it must have tasted like, a mouth full of your own semen and ass, but I do remember that huge man cock hanging beneath his thick forest of pubic hair between his upturned legs. His penis was hard. He was staring straight at the camera. His ass cheeks were spread and his butthole was exposed yet again. Except it was gaping.
The video ended.
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