By Cutieboy90

Derek huffed impatiently at the door. He could hear the party continuing outside as if nothing was amiss. His body was suddenly pushed backwards.

“HMMMMMCKK!”

Fuck. Derek glared at the ceiling, still trying to avoid reality. Or at least, cherry pick parts of it…

“Ffrrry…” A soft, meek whimper shattered Derek’s denial. He rolled his eyes and tried to give his fellow prisoner a reassuring, forgiving look. Sure, it wasn’t Andy’s fault for losing his balance. But it was his fault for reminding Derek of their situation.

The situation was that Derek, the star quarterback of the college football team, was tied up in a closet, face-to-face with the towel boy! They’d both been stripped of their shirts, hands and feet taped, and were gagged together with a double duty gag. It was a wide leather strap that forced a fake dick into their mouths, made them drool, and the only thing that kept them from kissing was the leather strap that held the peckers.

That wasn’t all though… Their actual dicks had been crammed into a double-ended vibrating fleshlight. While that lubed up sleeve had fallen off some time ago (thankfully before either of them had shot into it) Derek and Andy were still exposed down there. And hard.

Of course, the obvious thing to do is to keep your hips away from each other. Dudes don’t let their dicks touch other dicks, after all. Problem with that, is that when you’re joined at the mouth by a double duty cock gag, it puts you way off balance. The solution was simple, but Derek was not about to accept it.

“AAAAAAAARGH!” Derek raged as he fell forward again. “HHCK RGH MMGHR mmPHHKKKRGHH!!!”

Andy rolled his eyes. No one was listening, no one was going to let them out.

“SSPHHUUU UHHH.” He snapped, as he struggled under the muscular weight of the jock stud he was tied to. This was nonsense, and even though he hadn’t been to many parties, even he was sure this wasn’t how they were normally spent. He held still to give Derek something stable to lean on.

“Cmn, phll mmphr mth hmmph…” Andy’s garbled words were accompanied by yet more drool sloshing down their chins.

Derek winced in disgust, but he knew Andy was right. He sighed, still glaring at the door as the two tentatively inched their knees closer to each other. Time seemed to stop. Derek held his breath. They’d touch any second!

They both jumped when Derek’s tip brushed Andy’s thigh.

“MMPHHHHHHKK!!”

“HOO IDIUHMPH!”

More eye rolling, indignant glares, and annoyed huffs.

Andy inched forward again, this time keeping his stance wider for better stability. He was tired of this football stud’s hypermasculine nonsense.

“Mmmmphh..” Every time their dicks touched, Derek backed away. But in this small broom cupboard, there was only so much room to back into before…

“HMmmm…!?” Derek’s eyes shot open as his back made contact with the wall. He could feel the heat of Andy’s cock drawing closer and closer. He was trapped!

Derek tried pleading with his eyes, but Andy just glared back indifferent to the quarterback’s discomfort.

Poor fucking broflake, Andy thought. It’s just like taking a bandaid off…

Sure enough, once passed the initial shock, this new closer contact made staying upright much easier. Derek found the awkwardness faded fast, and he could think through the situation at hand more clearly. This whole thing was a prank, but surely it would come to an end soon?

Derek finally looked at his fellow victim’s eyes. They were a deep hazel, with shades of resigned indignance.

“Cmmm’nn, dnnmph uphk m mmme ike thammpth,” Derek protested through the gag, spattering both their chests with yet more spit. None of this was his fault, after all!

The bound pair locked eyes and stared at each other in silence. It was Andy who finally looked away, muttering through the gag.

“Hmmpph?” Derek noticed a blush forming on what he could see of Andy’s face. But before he could ask, he got his answer.

Andy’s boner was throbbing! Like he was enjoying this!

“HMMPH!” Derek demanded, as he felt the unmistakable slickness of precum between them. Andy was blushing hard, his initially steely cold demeanor had thawed in an instant. What the hell was this about? The only reason that made any sense was…

No, wait…

Derek felt his gaze soften as the lightbulb finally flashed in his head. He smiled to himself. As the star player, he was used to admirers and how to read each type. Andy here liked to act like steely and professional, but it was a facade. Just like his reasons for joining the team as the laundry help. Yes, Andy made perfect sense now. The next part though, required some finesse. Derek gently leaned back to force Andy to look at him again.

This time, Andy was unprepared as his weight was pulled forward, his now-slickened boner sliding against Derek’s. He looked up at Derek again, bewildered only to find a very different Derek looking back. Calm. Still. Relaxed. Maybe even… Inviting?

It gave Andy pause. He cocked an eyebrow in question.

Derek gave some gentle thrusts in reply, giving a self-induced shiver of pleasure as he frotted his captive admirer.

Vibrations from the bass shook through the floor, and even on his knees Derek felt himself moving to its beat. Dancing as it were. Who knew even that was more fun tied up with your partner? Grinding didn’t require much skill, but the bound pair was finding it difficult to maintain balance when their bodies were slick with sweat and spit. The lewd attempt at a dance turned into another awkwardly-balanced attempt at frotting.

By now even the walls had warmed up, and the air in the tiny room was heavy. Derek’s shoulders slid against the wall as he bucked against Andy’s leg. The horny pair kept their eyes locked on each other, wordlessly making up for their earlier avoidance.

Andy was moaning, humping Derek’s treetrunk thigh like a horny animal.

“Hmmmm.. Mmmmm… MmmmPH…” His slender frame began to tremble as his thrusts grew erratic. Derek gave him an encouraging nod, and slipped his hard cock under Andy’s balls poking at the towel boy’s taint.

“HMMMMMPH…!!!” With a unison howl, Derek and Andy shot their hard-earned loads. Andy’s shooting up onto their chests in a powerful arc and Derek’s splashing down Andy’s groin toward the floor.

“HHMMMPPH!??” For a split second, time seemed to stop. Frozen in bliss, shock, and lust, the lovers found themselves falling. His cock still nestled under Andy’s nutsack and suddenly overcome by post-orgasm sensitivity, Derek bucked wildly from overstimulation. He jumped from the wall like a bronco at a rodeo, his muscular bulk sending them both crashing onto their sides.

Derek’s wrists broke free of the tape upon impact. The tumble had broken Andy’s bonds too, and the two of them scrambled to unbuckle the gag.

“Fuck!” Derek spat out a mouthful of drool as soon as the silicone cock was out of his face. Looking down at himself then over at Andy, they were soaked with their own sweat, slobber, and cum. Soaked!

Derek grabbed a cloth laying on the floor, and wiped himself off. He started to tear at the tape still binding his legs.

“Gross…” Andy was looking around for a cloth or a rag.

“Here,” Derek tossed him the one he’d used.

“Hey! That’s my shirt!” Andy protested. “Thanks, fucker…” He found a dry spot and begrudgingly cleaned himself up.

“Oh… Sorry bro,” Derek apologized. “Uhh, here, take mine. It’s still dry!”

“You sure?” Andy hesitated as he was handed Derek’s t-shirt.

Derek grinned. “Sure, buddy! Besides, I walk around shirtless all the time anyway, so it’s cool!”

Andy nodded, and pulled the large t shirt over his head. It smelled of Derek, his sweat, his soap, a touch of his musk at the armpits… There was no way Derek was ever going to get this shirt back.

Derek gently pulled Andy into a hug.

“You good, man?”

Andy nodded. “This wasn’t exactly how I thought this blind date thing would go, but I think I enjoyed it.”

Derek laughed. “Dude, you shot a bigger load than me! I’d say you enjoyed it alright.” He gave Andy’s ear a quick nibble.

“Dream come true,” Andy whispered. “Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

“What!?”

“Without the kidnapping, duct tape, and gag, I meant.” Andy quickly assured him.

“Well I mean…” Derek smiled bashfully. “I wouldn’t mind that part again either.”

“Huh… Interesting.” Andy smirked. “I’m game!” He gently pecked the quarterback’s lips.

“So uhhh…” Derek blushed. “Let’s keep this off the field. You know?”

Andy nodded. “Of course.”

“Good. Well, see you at practice. I guess.” Derek gave Andy’s shoulder a squeeze and turned toward the door. He still needed a drink.

The End

Metal would like to thank the author, Cutieboy90, for this story! This is re-posted as an encore.