AVERY:

    Jerking off with Chase had become a near-daily occurrence since he moved in. We usually did it in my room in the evening, either before or after dinner. But last night, Chase upped the ante by sneaking into my room in the middle of the night, sliding into my bed, and asking me if I wanted to crank one out.

    For some reason, masturbating in bed together felt much more intimate than doing it while sitting on the floor across from one another. I could feel Chase's body heat next to me, making a chilly night feel hot as hell. My cock wasn't even fully hard yet and I was already sweating like crazy, drenching the sheets.

    "Let's play a game. Whoever shoots first gets to cum on the other person," Chase suggested. In the dark of my room, his pearly white teeth glistened as he grinned.

    "Deal," I said. While Chase started to stroke faster and faster, I actually slowed my strokes. This was one game I was happy to lose. I wanted to feel my buddy's jizz on me, so I closed my eyes and tried to think of something ugly. No matter what, Chase needed to nut first.

    "Ahhh, fuck!!!" he moaned a bit too loudly a few minutes later. My father was in his room across the hall and the last thing I wanted was for him to hear us, but there was no going back. Chase kneeled on the mattress next to me, aiming his dick in my direction and showering me with a warm load. My stomach, my chest, and even my face got a taste of my friend's spunk. 

    "YES!" I shouted, letting my dick explode, adding even more cum to my torso. 

    "Dude, that's so much fucking jizz. You're covered," Chase laughed, looking down at me, milking the last few drops from his cock and making sure they ended up on my belly. 

    Then, my friend stood up and snuck out of my room. He was stark naked, so I hoped my father wouldn't catch him leaving my bedroom like this. Meanwhile, I was left covered in cum, with no tissues or towels nearby. I did the only thing I could think of: scooping up as much of the spunk as I could and lapping it up.

    The following morning was a Saturday, and Chase had plans to go down to San Diego to watch his little sister play in a soccer game. Dad and I had nothing to do, so Chase invited us to come along. Since Dad's SUV was more comfortable than Chase's car, it was decided that Dad would be the one driving to San Diego, which would take slightly over an hour.

    As we were about to get in the car, I automatically headed for the passenger seat. Chase cleared his throat and nodded to the backseat, inviting me to join him in the back. I immediately knew he was up to no good, but I agreed to go along with it.

    "You're both gonna sit in the back?" Dad asked.

    "Yeah, I wanna show Avery a game review on my phone," Chase quickly came up with an on-the-fly excuse.

    Dad shrugged and got in the driver's seat. Chase winked at me and sat behind my dad, with me sitting on my friend's right. Once we hit the highway Chase did indeed play some YouTube video review of a game we'd talked about earlier in the week. Although he was holding his phone with his right hand, it was clear to me that Chase wasn't watching the video. Instead, he was rubbing his dick with his left hand, stimulating it through his gray sweatpants, making it quite clear he was already semi-hard and not wearing any underwear. After a few minutes, the video was over but Chase continued to rub his growing bulge. 

    "You guys mind if I turn some music on?" Dad asked while adjusting his rear-view mirror. I assumed he didn't see anything incriminating, since he didn't react to the fact that Chase was pretty much jacking off in the backseat.

    "Go ahead, Dad," I replied, smiling at him when his eyes caught mine in the mirror before focusing back on the road. 

    Chase looked up at me and mouthed two words: "Join me." I was already nervous by my buddy's boldness, even though I was just a witness. I stared at Chase speechlessly, unable to respond to his request. 

    Pretty soon, Chase pulled his boner out of his sweatpants, tucking the waistband under his hairy balls. My eyes bulged, and I looked to my father, who was happily jamming along to his '80s hits station. I was too horny to not go along with my friend's pressure. I kept an eye out for my dad, making sure he wasn't looking in the rear-view mirror… and I pulled out my own dick as well.

    For the next few minutes, Chase and I quietly jerked off in the backseat, doing our best to stifle fits of giggles whenever Dad would try to hit a high note. I had to admit: being so close to my dad and the risk of getting caught was pretty exhilarating. To make matters even more extreme, Chase suddenly reached over and grabbed my dick! At first, I nearly gasped in surprise, but I caught myself before I made any noise that would draw my dad's attention. My body melted at Chase's touch as he tightened his grip and scooted closer to me.

    "I love this song!" Dad said, making me jump. "You guys know this one? It's a classic."

    "It's a good one, Mr. Evans," Chase replied in fake enthusiasm, still holding onto my tool. "Sorry, Brad. I forget sometimes."

    Once my dad went back to singing, Chase leaned over and whispered in my ear:

    "You do me and I'll do you." 

    Ever since the day I'd laid eyes on Chase's cock, I'd been daydreaming about wrapping my hand around it. But right now?! Right here?! My dad was literally inches away. But, we were already this far into it. I couldn't miss out on this opportunity. Hopefully Dad was distracted enough by traffic and all of the crazy drivers.

    I tentatively reached over with my left hand and gripped Chase's hard-on with it – my fantasy come true! I loved how firm his boner felt in my hand, his skin hot like it was on fire and yet so soft. 

    As thrilled as I was to be exchanging handjobs with my buddy, I kept nervously glancing at my father. I could've sworn a few times he looked back in the mirror, but I wasn't sure if he was looking at us or the cars behind us. Either way, he didn't say anything and nothing changed in his demeanor. I was almost certain we were in the clear.

    Unlike me, Chase didn't seem antsy at all. With his left hand, he started pushing down his sweatpants until they were all the way around his ankles. I held my breath, hoping he wouldn't accidentally kick the back of the driver's seat. He then splayed his legs out, his nutsack spilling onto the leather seat. With his balls and taint free, I couldn't help but notice his unmistakable musk. It was a smell I was now greatly accustomed to by now, after bating with my buddy so many times. My sheets even smelled like him this morning, following his visit in the middle of the night.

    If I could smell Chase's balls, I worried my dad might feel the smell, too. As if on cue, I noticed that Dad started sniffing. Or was I just being paranoid? Either way, he didn't say anything and he didn't turn around to check on us – but I knew we couldn't get away with this for too long. Thankfully, I was close to the edge, and so was Chase, judging by his panting. As I gripped him tighter, I felt his shaft throbbing in my fist. His precum was starting to drip down my fingers. After all the times I'd seen him cum, I could recognize the signs that he was about to bust. We made eye contact and he nodded, urging me to keep going.

    At the same time, Chase's pace was quickening on my cock. I kept remembering the taste of his cum and how it burned on my skin, and I couldn't wait to see it shoot again. With a strangled sound, Chase finally started to erupt. His cum shot high and went everywhere: on his thighs, in my hand, and even splattering the back of the driver's seat.

    Feeling my crush's spunk on my hand sent me over the edge and I started spurting. I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from moaning out loud as I shot my cum all over Chase's hand. He grinned, seemingly elated by the fact that he was getting me off in my own father's presence. 

    As if it was fate, I found some tissues in the seat pocket in front of me and we used them to clean up the mess we'd made. While Chase was wiping the seat, I discreetly licked my fingers, savoring his juices all over again while stuffing my softening cock back in my pants.

    Finally, Chase pulled his sweatpants back up and stuffed the cummy tissues into his pocket. We then burst out laughing, unable to hold back anymore. That's when my dad adjusted the mirror so he could see us both, trying to figure out why we were cackling.

    "Something funny back there, boys?" he asked cluelessly.

    "No, Dad."

    "No, Brad."