Sitting On My Buddy’s Lap 02

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Chapter 2: Afterparty

The ride back was less eventful. Seat positions shifted, and Seth ended up in shotgun, while I ended up sitting on Chris' lap in the back. He was almost as big as Seth, and I was a bit nervous after the first trip, but Chris did not have the same problem that Seth had. He just poked me and tickled me the whole way home, making everyone in the car laugh. I was like a little toy to them, even at my height of six feet. There was no boner on my ass this time, which was a relief.

Even Seth seemed to relax after a bit and joined everyone in chatting and jokes. I noticed that he had let his shirt hang low enough to cover his jizz stain.

By the time we got back, I had almost fully put it out of my head. Until the party that night.

After people showed up, we had a proper rager going. By 2AM, we were the biggest party on campus, and guys and girls were flowing in by the dozen, pushing us far past safety capacity. Our frat president, Evan told me I was in charge of kicking some people out so we didn't get shut down.

"You got it," I said, letting go of a girl I was grinding with on the dance floor and heading out back to kick out the people I didn't like. 

I decided to start with the smokers, since they smelled bad. When I got to the side of the house where they typically ended up, I just saw one person, Seth. He was alone, hitting a vape and looking at his phone, his hoodie pulled up. The sight of him, and being suddenly alone with him, brought back the events in the car. A flash of his boner under me was so real it was like I could feel it on my ass in the moment. 

He looked up at me.

“What’re you doing out here?” I asked, curious why he was standing alone out here when the party was bumping downstairs.

“Just… chillin’,” he said with a shrug, but his face seemed a bit down.

“Evan says I have to bounce some people to make capacity,” I told him.

“Need any help?” he asked, standing up straight and pulling his hoodie back. His height and build was going to make this an easier job for me. His broad jawline looked even more stark with the shadow of the moonlight. 

I smiled. “Let’s do it.”

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We started by heading down the ancient stairs of the frat house, and picking out everyone who had to leave. We worked as a team. I was the mouth, and he was the muscle. We high fived after every group we sent out the door. After we made the last round and kicked out all the douchebags, pot heads, guys that were too drunk and everyone else we found annoying, we had made capacity. 

“Thanks for your help. You wanna head back downstairs?” I asked when we finished escorting the last batch out of the house.

“Nah, I’m feeling a more chill night,” he said, “You wanna chill in my room? Chris should be done with it by now. It’s been more than two minutes.”

I chuckled. I knew from context that it meant he had told Chris he could take a girl in there, and he had a reputation for finishing quickly and being unable to get hard for a second round. 

“Sounds like he should definitely be done then,” I said, and we laughed together as we headed up the stairs to the next floor.

When Seth opened the door to his room, we were surprised to learn that Chris was indeed not done with his girl yet. He was lying naked over a girl’s lap like a toddler, and she was clearly in the middle of giving him a spanking. Our jaws dropped, and as soon as she shrieked we started cracking up, registering what we were seeing. We closed the door immediately while we heard them scurrying around inside. 

We cracked up in the hall for a minute before the door flew open, and the girl stomped out, her clothes having been haphazardly thrown on, her hair all messed up. Chris ran along after her down the hall, clad only in his underwear, showing off an impressive bulge, trying to tell her everything was ok. 

Seth and I stepped into his room and I collapsed on the bed on my back, as he sat his tall and muscular body down at his desk, pulling up some music. 

“Dude,” I said finally, breaking the silence, “What happened today in the car?”

“Nothing happened,” he said. I leaned up on my shoulders to look at him. He was unable to stop a nervous half smile from appearing on his face. 

“Are you just that easily triggered?” I said, “Do you get hard for anything?”

“NO,” he said sternly, but still chuckling a bit behind it. “I don’t know. That never happens. Not with a dude. I’m not gay.”

“I know,” I said quickly, “But I was just sitting there and you jizzed your—”

“STOP,” he said, cutting me off. He shook his head and his face showed confusion and laughing at the same time. “I just wanna pretend it never happened. I’ve always gotten a boner from the vibrations of a car… and I haven’t gotten laid in a while—”

“Okay, I don’t wanna hear about any of that,” I said, my turn to cut him off. He just smiled.

A new song came on, and we sat in silence for a beat. It seemed like a common thing since I got to college. Sitting in silence. Sometimes you just hang out in someone’s room, listening to music, letting thoughts swirl. This time, however, I said what was on my mind.

“You seemed big, though,” I said, smirking at him.

“Shut up!” he said, throwing a pillow at me.

“You did!” I said.

“Nah, I’m not that big. You’re probably the same size,” he said, gesturing down to my crotch.

I suddenly felt more bold against his humility.

“I’ll compare,” I said, the sensation of his dick against me flashing again across my mind. “Hard.”

“No way, dude. I can’t get hard with you here,” he said, making me narrow my eyes in response to the sharp irony of what he said.

“Are you kidding me?? After today?” I said, giving him the Nick Young face.

“That was a fluke,” he said, seeming confident, “It wouldn’t happen again in a million years.”

“Well that’s a very different bet,” I said.

“What bet?” he asked.

“To see if I can make you hard again,” I said with a smirk.

His face cringed hard, like the words made him feel a sting. “Dude,” he said, his eyes scrunched up, “What would you say it like that?”

“What’s it gonna be?” I said, inching toward him from the bed.

“Ok…? I guess...?” he said hesitantly.

I reached down quickly and rubbed his pants. He braced himself, looking around out of instinct even though we were alone in the room, then settled back into his chair. “Never gonna happen.”

“We’ll see,” I said, and started moving up and down his bulge, trying to mimic the movements in the car earlier. After a minute or so, it seemed like he was really going to hold out, not getting very hard. He closed his eyes, wincing like he was working intensely to not get hard. 

“Don’t fight it, dude,” I said in a soft voice. His big meaty thighs were stretching his pants. I recalled what made him hard before, and decided to turn around and sit on his lap, suddenly putting all my weight on him. 

It made him flinch and grab my waist out of instinct, and I got hard from that. He chuckled. “That fat ass is your secret weapon?”

“Whatever works,” I said. 

He didn’t push me off, and I just moved around in little circles. In about ten seconds, I felt a stirring in his crotch. There it is, I said, the thing that had given me a weird sense of pride earlier. Then, to my own surprise, I wasn’t satisfied with just giving another lap dance.

I reached into his waistband, and he grabbed my wrist. All I could feel was a patch of his pubes. 

“That wasn’t part of the bet,” he said. 

“Yes it is,” I replied quickly, looking him in the eye.

He looked at me curiously and let go of my wrist as I pulled his fat dick out of his pants. It was surreal seeing a big dick like that in person, and feeling its warmth in my hands. It was thick like those bad sausages in the baskets you get at Christmas. 

He was officially hard, and I wasn’t done yet. 

“I’m gonna make you cum, bro,” I said, looking him in the eye.

“Re- Really?” he said, choking on his words.

I just nodded, and he lifted his ass to pull his pants down, letting them fall to his ankles. His knees spread out instantly, giving me a closeup of the last thing I ever expected to turn me on. A dude’s masculine crotch. His pubes were neatly trimmed, and his muscular thighs framed his cock in an enviable way, with just the ideal amount of light body hair. I was envious instantly, but that only gave me a harder boner as I sloshed his big meat up and down.

He stopped fighting against it and let me do my thing, staring down at me and moving his hips a bit, grunting and breathing hard. He touched my shoulders a bit, even running his fingers through my hair once. I half thought he was going to push my head down to blow him. I’m sure he thought about it. His pre-cum was coming out in little spurts and making my strokes sound squishy and loud.

He put his hands on my arm, just feeling my rhythm. He alternated closing his eyes and looking down at the action. I stroked from base to tip and got faster and faster, watching his face and his crotch and his taint, trying to gauge what he wanted. He clearly liked a fast pace, a tight grip, and squeezing extra hard at the big tip. 

In less than two minutes, I felt the familiar pulsing in his dick. It was like being on the other end of one of my own orgasms. He was about to cum. 

He didn’t even say anything, just exhaled deeply as I aimed his big cock up toward his navel. Just as the first big, white volley of jizz squirted up in the air, the door burst open behind me. 

Chris came in, not even noticing us at first as he started searching for something he had left on the floor. Seth hunched forward and grabbed my hand, holding it on his dick, unable to give up the orgasm he was having, even if we were being walked in on. 

Seth kept pulsing out jizz onto himself and my hand while we stared at Chris as he wandered around on his hands and knees. “I just need my pants… Oh there they are.”

As Chris stood up and started putting on his pants. He finally noticed that we were in a weird position. “Hey what’re you guys…”

He cut himself off, narrowing his eyes as he zipped up his pants. “Oh…”

As Chris continued putting on his shirt, with an awkward silence, Seth slowly released my hand, letting the last drops of jizz fall out of his big flesh tube on their own, grabbing tissues off his desk and starting to wipe himself. No one was saying anything about what should have been a rich area for jokes and funny banter. It was awkward.

Seth was tucking his big dick back into his pants just as Chris was heading for the door, and I blurted out the first thing I could think of, just to say something. 

“WE WERE COMPARING DICKS,” I said, surprising myself that I had decided to use that excuse.

Chris stopped, like his ears had perked up. He turned back to us, curiously asking, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Seth said, clearing his throat, “We uh… had to settle a bet.”

“Who won?” Chris asked. 

“Seth,” I said, relieved that he was buying it, but wiping the smile off my face to match my story about losing a bet. 

“Nah, you were bigger,” Seth said, challenging me with a smirk. 

“No, dude, you were definitely bigger,” I said, trying to make him understand what I was saying.

“I don’t think so,” Seth said back, blowing out a puff of his vape. 

“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?”