Sitting On My Buddy’s Lap 03

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Chapter 3: Seth’s Room

“I guess you need another measurement,” Chris said, suddenly a bit energetic as he plopped down onto the bed. “I’ll join this round. What does the winner get? Another handjob?”

Before I could even answer, Chris had taken his pants off. The speed of it threw me. One second he was joking about another round, the next he was standing there with his joggers pooled at his ankles and his boxers already halfway down. His dick bounced free and hung there, heavy and bold. I didn't notice earlier when we caught him getting spanked, that he was hanging serious dong. I tried not to stare, but it was bigger than mine by a good margin and pretty much tied with Seth, which already felt surreal.

I let out a breath I did not realize I had been holding. I had seen plenty of naked guys in this frat, the showers and the stupid locker room challenges and drunken dares. But none of those moments involved a guy presenting himself inches from me with the expectation that I would be giving him a handjob if he was bigger than me. I felt my chest tighten for a second, with some sort of disbelief that this was real life.

Seth was still red in the face. He stood frozen for a moment. He had not had time to process everything before gettin barged in on by Chris. He had already cum twice from me today, including me jerking him off. I had not processed it either, honestly. His breathing seemed a bit shallow and he kept rubbing the back of his neck.

Chris cleared his throat dramatically and wiggled his big, floppy dick around by his hips. “Well? Round two or what?”

That snapped us out of the moment. Seth let out a weak laugh and tried to play it cool reached for his waistband yet again. I stepped closer, trying not to let my eyes linger on their crotches, even though my curiosity kept pulling my attention back downward.

Seth dropped his pants and revealed that he had never gotten soft.

"Nice," Chris said, "Now I just gotta get hard."

He started tugging on himself, holding it by the base and slapping it around, making it look even girthier. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

I pulled mine out too, and saw Seth glance at it. It was his first time seeing me naked and hard, and I felt a bit ashamed at being smaller than them, even if I was a girthy 6.5", but Seth didn't seem to judge it. If anything, he seemed excited for me to join in on the nudity. 

Chris started asking us about our fantasies as he rubbed himself, eyes still closed. Seth and I looked at each other.

"I love when I'm held tight," I said, staring right at Seth.

"Yeah," Chris said, still pounding away, bringing life into his hog.

"I love rubbing my dick up and down that pretty ass, knowing what I wanna do to it," Seth said back, keeping eye contact with me. I gulped.

"I love hands on my hips," I said as I stroked myself, even though I was already hard.

Seth started stroking too, slowly, watching me while Chris was still lost in his own world. 

"I love eating ass," Seth said, making my stomach feel like it dropped into my ass.

"Fuuuggg," Chris said, "Aight I'm hard."

I looked down and saw he was indeed at full mast.

I watched him line up with Seth, who was suddenly more cavalier about it all. They pressed their dicks to each other's bodies, and Seth was longer by a hair.

"Damn," Chris said, "Thought I had you."

"Too bad," Seth said, "But you didn't come in last."

They turned and looked at me.

Chris smirked immediately. “Loser pays. Rules are rules.” He sat his bare butt back on the bed.

I was warm and wired from everything that had happened already. I felt pulled forward. I swallowed and stepped between his legs, lowering myself onto my knees.

“Let’s get this over with,” I said.

Chris chuckled. “That’s the spirit.”

I wrapped my hand around him as he fell back completely and closed his eyes. The heat coming off of it was notable. He let out a soft grunt as I stroked it to the tip, muffled like he was trying to hold it back, and his legs shifted wider like it was instinctual.

Seth watched from the side, pretending he was relaxed. But the way he was leaning forward told me he was watching over me in a way. It felt a little like a betrayal to jerk off someone else after we had made some sort of unspoken bond, but from his wide eyes and half smile, I could tell he wanted me to do it. His arms rested on his knees. His eyes stayed locked on me. He didn't seem to blink enough. Every few seconds he rubbed at his jaw or his thigh.

Chris started talking like nothing intense was happening. “Dude, Kayla is gonna text me back for sure. She was all over me before the spanking thing.”

Seth groaned. “She literally spanked you like a child.”

“Yeah,” Chris said proudly. “That’s kinda her thing.”

"Yeah right, dude," Seth replied, "I bet it's your thing."

They kept talking. About girls. About the party. About who did what embarrassing thing in the downstairs bathroom. Just frat guy chatter. But the normality of their conversation only made everything I was doing feel more unreal. My hand kept moving up and down Chris’s shaft, slow and steady. My palm barely fit around it and the heat of him filled my grip. My thumb circled the top in tight slow motions that made his stomach jump each time, even when he tried to hide it.

I watched those twitches. They made something light up in me. It felt like I had control over him. It was like jerking off Seth, except with more context. And I got to have Seth watch me do it, making it so strange and taboo, which made it hotter. Chris was enjoying the strokes, getting off to whatever image was in his head, while Seth watched with curiosity as I pleasured this big dick in front me. 

The power felt good. I felt bold. My hand tightened a bit on the next stroke, dragging up the length, squeezing around the base on the way down. He let out small breaths amid his conversation with Seth.

His thighs opened a little wider around me, giving me more room. I eased closer, settling between his legs more fully. I could smell him from here. It was manliness. It should have been gross, but it only heightened the weird moment.

Seth kept watching us, and every time his eyes tracked my hand, something flickered in his expression. He was talking to Chris, answering his stupid questions about Kayla or the party, but his attention stayed locked on what I was doing. I saw his chest rise a little quicker, and his jaw kept flexing.

I let my strokes get a little slower but firmer, dragging my palm up with steady pressure, then twisting my wrist slightly at the top. His abs tightened right away. I could see each muscle contract under his skin. He grunted once and bit down on his lip.

“Bro,” he muttered in the middle of a sentence about the party, “what the hell… where’d you learn that…”

I smirked without meaning to. “I don’t know. Felt right.”

He breathed out hard through his nose and let his head fall back for a moment. His neck stretched.

It all felt mechanical and intimate at the same time. My hand, his reactions, Seth watching. It shouldn’t have felt so good to do this. It shouldn’t have felt right. But it did. It felt insanely right.

“So,” Chris said between breaths, “how long do you think this’ll take?”

“You tell me,” I said.

He laughed and leaned back on his elbows. “Bro, you’re good, but I need more than this. I’ll never cum from just your hand. I’m not built like that. Just give me h—”

“No,” Seth cut in. The word came out a bit sharp.

We both looked at him. His eyes didn’t leave mine.

“That’s crazy,” he said.

Chris shrugged. “Fine, just try harder then.”

It was kind of cool that Seth got a little protective over me. He was almost territorial. I felt sort of safe in a way.

I went back to stroking Chris, but I stepped it up a bit, having fun with it while Seth and I exchanged glances. This time I added my other hand, sliding it between his thighs to cup his balls firmly, tugging them a bit away from his body, just like I did to myself. His breath hitched instantly when I did that. His legs jerked.

“Oh… dude,” he gasped. “Okay. That’s… yeah… yeah, that’s it.”

I worked him steadily. One hand pumping, the other massaging underneath, even pressing into his taint. He kept panting harder.

I locked eyes with Seth, and whispered, "I'm gonna make you cum."

Seth started to rub himself over his pants, and Chris' chest rose and fell quickly. His abs flexed with each breath.

“Bro,” he said, voice cracking, “I’m gonna… dude… I’m…”

His whole body tensed. His hips bucked up once. White warmth streamed onto his stomach and my wrist in several quick pulses. I kept stroking until his body finally sagged back into the bed and the last drop was. squeezed out of him.

He lay there for a second, breathing heavily. Then he slapped my shoulder like a teammate.

“Damn. Thanks, bro. Seriously.”

I wiped my hands with a tissue and tossed it aside. Seth stood up and walked to the mini fridge like he needed a distraction. He handed Chris a water bottle with a new, nervous expression.

“Hydrate,” he muttered.

Chris grinned and chugged half of it. “Honestly,” he said with a stretch, “I might go find Kayla again. I could go for another spanking after that.”

Seth and I both laughed. The tension broke instantly. Chris pulled his pants back up, tossed his hoodie over his shoulder, and headed for the door.

“Later guys,” he said.

The door shut behind him.

And suddenly it was just me and Seth again.

I smiled nervously. It was different. Not awkward. Warm. Heavy in kind of a good way.

Seth sat back down in the chair. I sat on the edge of the bed. We didn’t look at each other for a minute. I checked my phone and winced at the time, exhaustion suddenly hitting me.

“Jeez, It’s almost four,” I said. “I should probably crash.”

Seth stood up instantly. “Wait. No. Just crash here, dude.”

I looked up at him. “You sure?”

“Of course,” he said, like he had been waiting for me to ask.

He kicked off his shorts and climbed into the bed without thinking twice. He moved with a casual confidence that made my stomach twist. His boxer briefs clung to him, showing his muscular bubble butt and his heavy package. His body looked stupidly good, masculine and enviable in the low light. Broad chest, thick arms, shredded thighs.

I stripped to my underwear and slid under the blanket next to him, curling up into a pillow.

The moment my head touched the bedding, Seth shifted toward me. He didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around my waist, pulling me into him, before moving his hand up my chest and holding me tightly. His chest pressed against my back. His hand moved up and down my abdomen. We still hadn't said a word about what was going on, but it felt so warm and so right that I didn't break the silence.

As we drifted  to sleep, he pulled me a little closer. His breath warmed the back of my neck. The hallway light shut off on its own, leaving us in soft darkness.

His arm tightened once around me, gentle but sure.

I let myself sink into him. The warmth of his body pressed against mine. His breathing slowed. Mine matched it in a rhythm.

I slipped into sleep, melting back against his chest.