Enhancing His Performance Pt. 1

Story by wrenquire on SoFurry

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#2 of Acreage High (i.e. Teenager Smut)

Here is another musk-centric commission from another anonymous commissioner about drug-induced cock growth! High school can be hard, especially when your dick doubles in size in a week and starts making all your friends gay with just its scent

The messier Part 2 will be posted tomorrow~


Day 1

Stephan trailed behind his friends across the Acreage High School parking lot. Along the edges of the lot, piles of ploughed snow melted in messy run-offs, but the five teenagers all still wore workout clothes--the crisp air a balm after soccer practice. It was the first week of March, and the furs felt confident about the season ahead of them.

Stephan was a shooter on the team, and the smallest out of his group of friends. The white-furred rat had a patch of black over his muzzle, and was short but fit and lithe. The five approached a beat up green Cadillac Alex drove that he dubbed the Green Machine. Alex was one of the all-american jocks at the school who ended up in every sport. The wiry African wild dog was telling the group, "Yeah, if you guys want, next week my folks will be out of town. My dad's got this huge stock in the beer fridge and I was thinking we invite some girls over and..."

Thom, his best friend said, "You get so drunk you spend the night in the bathroom again?" Thom was a seventeen-year-old maned wolf who had been growing the dark hair of his mane since freshman year.

Romeo, the youngest boy in their group at fifteen, said, "Shit I'd pay to see that." He was a bulky hare who was perhaps the most muscular of the group.

"You even drink before, dude?" Alex asked him.

"Yeah, and I didn't puke all over the place, either."

"Stealing what your parents don't finish doesn't count, dude," said Patrick. Like Stephan, Patrick just played soccer in their group. He was a tall, thin raccoon with a pointed muzzle and disinterested gaze.

"Whatever, bro."

When they reached the Alex's car, Thom slid into the shotgun seat with practiced authority while Romeo opened the backdoor and said to Stephan, "Alright, nerd, get in."

Alex said over the car, "You gonna take that, bro?"

Stephan looked from him to Romeo's smirk. "Uh..."

Romeo said, "Stephan's a team player, dude. He knows he's the smallest and that it makes the most sense he take the middle seat."

"Yeah, I get it," Stephan said and got in the car, barely catching Alex shaking his muzzle.

When they were all in the wide-set car, Thom started digging into his bag. "Speaking of nerd stuff, you reminded me Romeo, I swiped this from my mom and dad's work the other day."

He pulled out a single blue pill and presented it to the rest of the car. It was glossy, opaque, and about the size of a bullet.

"That some kinda drug?" Patrick asked. "I'm not going to let you make me start tripping around y'all. I don't fucking trust any of you, except maybe Stephan."

Patrick nudged Stephan with his elbow and the rat smiled.

"Come on, dude, I'm not trying to roofie you," Thom said. "My parents work for a pharmaceutical company, right? That big plant half an hour down the highway?"

"It's why our boy's living in a fucking McMansion," Alex said.

"Yeah, they're like R&D, my dad doesn't even talk about his work cause military contracts or some shit."

"So what, that pill going to make you into a Captain America?" Romeo asked.

"Fuck no, dude, I'm not taking it. They haven't even tested it on _furs_yet."

Alex snatched the pill from him. "Lemme see." He held it up to the light, then tossed it carelessly into the passenger side.

"Dude!"

"I think you're making shit up," Alex said.

"Then you take it," Thom suggested after he grabbed the pill from the floor.

"Fuck no," Alex said as he started his car.

Stephan decided now was the time to prove to his burgeoning friends that, just because he was quiet, didn't mean he couldn't take risks. He reached out and said, "I'll take it."

"Done, dude," Thom slapped the pill in his hand. "Nice to know someone here isn't a chicken-shit."

Patrick scoffed, "Yeah, that's why you wouldn't take it either."

"I still think it's a fake," Alex said, steering them through the parking lot.

"Guess we'll find out, eh, bro?" Romeo said, handing Stephan his uncapped water bottle.

Stephan took it in his free hand and said, "If this makes me sick you owe me lunch for a week." He slapped the pill into his mouth.

Day 2

Stephan's own sweat woke him. He groaned, the early morning light still cloaked by a heavy curtain in the rat's room. He reached under it to where he left his phone on the window sill and checked the time. 6:35. On a Saturday. He fell back into his full size bed with a grumble, kicking off the sheet tangled on his side. It was when he got it off he noticed the smell.

It wasn't weird for him to have morning wood. He woke plenty of times needing to get off before he could get out of bed. But as he looked down at his throbbing, upright dick, he was surprised by the smell. It felt stronger. Like he masturbated already, only he hadn't. No wet dreams, just a sweaty sheet and his uncut dick seemingly filling his bedroom with musk. He sighed, feeling like a chore, he reached down and groped himself while he started looking up porn on his phone.

Yet when he squeezed the base of his uncut cock, he shuddered. He felt sensitive this morning, and... thicker? His dick didn't look any bigger at first glance, it was totally an average five inches. Like his height, his endowment wouldn't impress any girls. But when he pulled the foreskin back and stroked his shaft, it definitely felt a bit thicker. Freed pre slipped down his hand and the smell... fuck. His scent never smelled so strong unless he got right up in it. And he was a teenage boy, of course he'd tasted his cum and smelled his jock, but he'd never been into that stuff... Until now.

The teenager moaned as that scent hit him. He rubbed his exposed head with his other hand then held it up to his nose. He couldn't help it. The smell on his gaunt palm made him buck upwards. He felt strangely, suddenly close. His scent made him a bit dizzy. Even the trace of smegma smeared now onto his palm seemed enticing. He came in a matter of moments.

Stephan's body quaked while he frantically stroked his dick. His seed fired across his belly, the smell a dizzying bouquet that collected warmly on his fur and skin. He felt himself cumming more than ever before. The teenage virgin wondered if this is how good sex felt. His orgasm exhausted, but, panting, he still scooped dollops of his seed onto his fingers and tasted it. For some reason, the taste of his own cum started getting him hard again. Stephan couldn't stop himself, he started messily wiping his cum off his fur and into his mouth. The thick taste of teenage seed was suddenly so enticing he needed more.

The rat rolled onto his back so his dick was tipped right at his face, the smell and pre hung down as he masturbated himself. Stephan panted and left his muzzle hanging open, trying his best to aim his cock so when he spilled it shot directly into his mouth. When his balls did tighten, ribbons of seed splashed across the teen's face, coating Stephan with his musky scent. Stephan's hips bucked, his tail quaked, and the boy wished that, for all the world, he could suck his own dick. A desire he had never felt until today.

"So you feel invigorated, dude?" Thom asked. Stephan was riding in the back of Alex's car again, this time sitting at a window seat. Patrick wasn't with them. The three other teenage furs had invited Stephan to the movies today.

"Uh... not really," Stephan said. After cumming two more times this morning, he was able to climb out of bed, crack a window and take a shower. It was the afternoon now--he had to cum two more times in between his shower and hanging out with his friends. That made six orgasms over all. Even for teenager his libido seemed heightened to ridiculous levels. But if that was caused by some weird pill, Stephan was too embarrassed to admit it. Besides, they would probably tease him to no end about how all the rat managed to make himself was horny.

"Sugar pill," Alex said and Thom punched his shoulder. "Dude! I'm driving!"

"Yeah, yeah, I bet it just takes a while to work," Thom said.

Romeo shook his head. "You know anything about medicine? Or steroids? The only shit that works in one dose is like molly or some shit."

The maned wolf huffed. "Whatever. I'm still banking on something happening. Like, lift some weights or something, Stephan, see if you get your max up in the next couple days."

"Nerd here don't lift weights, dude, all he plays is soccer."

"That's why he needs to take the pill, duh."

"We're almost here, can y'all shut up about this?" Alex said.

"Please," Stephan added, trying carefully to bury his embarrassment about the morning in case he should give anything away.

They pulled into a small mall that was located in the next town over. There was a movie theater inside, and their plans were to catch a movie and hang around town for the evening. They got to the theater late, so the boys rushed into the matinee screening while the trailers were rolling. They were catching last week's new MCU movie, which Stephan was genuinely interested in, but as the reel started going the other teenagers kept chattering away until a persnickety older fur threatened to have them thrown out. That broke things down to a whisper, and Stephan tried to settle into and watch the movie.

It was about in the third act, right before the climactic fight, that Thom leaned over and whispered, "Yo, this theater smell funky to you?"

"Huh?"

"Like it got a stink, right? Alex thinks some employees fucked in here recently or something."

"Wouldn't we have smelt it when we came in?"

"Huh, that's a good point. I guess--"

"Shhh!"

Both boys flinched and while Stephan sunk into his chair, Thom turned and flipped the old fur off. But Stephan smelled it now, too. He checked his armpits, nothing amiss. He wondered if...

Panic set in. Voice strained and terse, he leaned over and said, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom before things get good again."

Stephan marionette-walked rigidly out the theater before he rushed for the bathroom. The polished boy's room smelled a mixture of chemical cleaner and urine, but no one else occupied it. He sighed and said, "Thank fuck." Stephan went to a stall at the back and unzipped his fly. The smell that hit his snout made his knees weak. He leaned against the latched door and groaned, feeling his dick coming to life in his briefs. He couldn't go back to the theater like this. His underwear already had a wet spot with pre, and when the rat fished his cock out it was undeniably bigger than it had been the day before.

Stephan panted, his dick felt oily, and his musk made his head murky. He peeled back the foreskin to reveal his glans and saw the smegma gathered there looked like he'd not cleaned his dick in days. "Wha-what?" Stephan reached down and groped his balls. They felt greasy, sweaty... and larger? Heavier, certainly. So heavy...

"God..." Stephan leaned forward and planted a hand on the wall. He frantically started stroking his cock over the toilet. The smell had him so worked up again. The promise of his cummy musk urged him to risk getting caught. It was like a part of his brain had been rewired--no girls, no pussy. Just dicks. He wanted other boys to rub their musky shafts on his face. He wanted them to mark his soft white fur with cum and not let him wash it off so he carried it along. He wanted--

Ribbons of seed split the air. His cum spilled in ropes across the toilet, most of it not even landing in the bowl. The thick, musky rivulets were even more potent than his load this morning. The stall became filled with the smell of cum, like he pressed his nose into a seed-smeared jock. It made his entire body quake, he fell against the wall, balls still heaving even as his orgasm faded. He moaned weakly, and at the same time heard a toilet flush.

Stephan's face flushed red the next moment. Someone had heard him? He quickly recoiled from the door, pulling long tail into the stall with him.

The person started washing their hands, and after a moment: "Stephan?" It was Thom.

Stephan wanted to die. He didn't speak, but tried to get his breath under control lest it should give him away.

The older teenager on the other side of the stalls tsked. "Dude, we got to get you laid. I won't tell the guys about this, but you gotta be more subtle. At least use a family bathroom or something."

Somehow, that criticism only embarrassed Stephan more. His friend left the bathroom and Stephan glared at his waist. He still had a half-chub, which was nearly of size with his old endowment. He reached for some toilet paper and tried to clean himself off. Aside from his hand and around his foreskin, he hadn't got any cum on his clothes--thank god. He wadded up the tissue and considered cleaning up his mess in the stall, but then the smell of cum started to become enticing again. He threw the TP into the bowl before he was too tempted to put it to his muzzle and rushed out.

He splashed water on his cheeks and washed his hands. Cursing that, with a sinking feeling, he was sure he would need to take Thom's advice on this trip.

Day 4

"Mom, I'm not feeling well."

Stephan's mom looked up from her morning coffee. It was six a.m. and older grey rat was about to leave for work when her son entered their small kitchen. Stephan was, truthfully, feeling great. But that robustness extended to places he was worried would make him the target of ridicule at school. Not to mention what might happen if he got caught with his dick out.

She frowned. "Are you sick, honey?"

Stephan's faked a cough. "Yeah, I woke up pretty nauseous."

"You spent all day in your room yesterday, too."

"Y-yeah..." Stephan said. He had, but that was because he could not stop himself from masturbating. Even with a scented candle stolen from the bathroom and the window open despite the season, he just smelled so good. His cock and balls had grown still. Stephan didn't know what to make of his changes, but he didn't think they could be permanent. He thought if he rode this out--got that pill out of his system--he'd be fine.

Stephan approached his mother at a wave from her and she pressed her hand to his brow. "You don't seem to be running a fever or anything."

"I feel like I might, ugh, puke."

His mom's ears flattened. "Really?"

"Mom!"

She sighed and said, "Okay, now I know you're faking it. Honestly, Stephan, is it a test or something. Another bully? We can call the principal--"

"No! We don't need to call anyone... I'll, ugh, I'll go to school."

Stephan's mother took a sip of her coffee and said, "There's my good son. Now go take a shower. You smell like a boy's locker room."

Blushing, Stephan listened to his mother's advice, even though he knew it wouldn't help.

Despite the cold weather, Stephan chose to ride his bike to school. He wanted the crisp air and wind to put his dick on ice. It was a good strategy. He tried to take extra precautions, too: slinging his cock in a jock with his underwear and jeans. He just needed to get through his classes. He could skip out on practice and head straight home. Just go six hours without cumming.

First hour, Stephan was even more quiet than usual. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. Occasionally he would notice classmates give him looks, or take furtive sniffs of their clothes. He knew he smelled, but at this point his funk just seemed impossible to washout. He sat in the back of his English class and just tried his best to imitate furniture.

From there his second period, then third, then lunch. By then even the act of walking stirred a warmth in his jeans. He quickly got food from the cafeteria and found a table to sit at. He was barely able to take a bite of his cheap cheeseburger when someone clapped him on the back. "Hey nerd, you been avoiding us, huh?"

Stephan swallowed and faced Romeo with a grim, "Uh-uh." Behind Romeo was Thom, Alex, and Patrick.

"We were going to drive somewhere for food, how about you pack that stuff up and we can get some real junk," Alex said.

The last thing he wanted was to be trapped in the car where his smell had nowhere to go with a couple of canines. He said, "Uh, no thanks. I'm kinda under the weather today."

"Yeah, you said that this morning when you texted me, but you look fine and you're still eating. What's up, dude?" Alex asked, sitting on the end of the table next to Stephan's tray.

Thom's eyes widened and the maned wolf got in Stephan's face. "Is it the pill? Has it been doing something?"

Romeo shook his head, "Dude, lay off that. Unless that thing is a BO enhancement."

Stephan blushed and leaned away from Thom. "I--um, yeah! Yeah, it's been... it fucking sucks dude. You are going to owe me once this stuff is out of my system."

Romeo blinked. "No way, seriously?" The hare leaned in, almost touching Stephan's shoulder while his button nose wiggled. "Dude, you do stink."

"I don't think he smells that bad," Thom said.

"You're just saying that cause you don't want to have to buy him lunch for a week," Alex said, shoving Thom's shoulder.

Patrick added, "I can smell him from over here." The raccoon's muzzle had wrinkled at the smaller rat's scent.

"Guys..." Stephan's face was red to see through his fur, but worse--the attention had caused a stir in his loins. He felt his dick stirring, which terrified him because it was so large at this point he couldn't hide his tent. He stood and announced, "I need to go."

Stephan rushed out of the cafeteria with the other boys calling back for him. The small rat's heart raced in his throat. He didn't know where he was going--away from his friends, other furs, places furs went. He wound up in the school's small auditorium, which he thanked god was left unlock and was cavernously empty. The room could seat about two hundred people in its theater chairs. The empty stage at the front had a curtain drawn and the room was completely dark except for the light of some exit signs.

Stephan took a seat in the middle of a back row, and put his head in his hands trying to breathe. His out-of-control cock, in the meantime, strained to be contained in his jeans, even with the extra protection. His emotions were a tangled knot. He wanted to cry or masturbate or call his mom or--

From his right he heard a door open.

"Steph?"

Stephan jumped a little in his seat, making it impossible for Thom not to notice him. Thom stood at the doorway and said, "Come on, dude. We were only having a little fun. We didn't mean anything by it."

Stephan's voice came out a croak. "I just need some time alone."

"Dude..."

But Stephan kept looking down at the thinly carpeted floor before him. He heard the door shut, a set of footsteps growing louder in a crescendo that matched the tension building in his stomach. A pawed hand rested on his shoulder, and Thom took a seat beside him. "So what man? You stink a little... no one cares. In fact, I don't think it smells that bad."

"R-really?"

Thom said, "Yeah... I kinda... kinda..." even in the dark theater, Stephan could see Thom was looking at him strangely. "I think it smells good," he finally finished. He leaned in close to Stephan, and the younger boy was shaking as the junior touched his knee, hand sliding up his thigh. The tone of his whisper nearly made Stephan whimper, "It's not your BO that I'm smelling, is it?"

Stephan gasped as he felt claws brush along the bulge in his jeans.

"It's so weird... I've never really--shit dude." He pulled his hand away and looked around. There was no one in the auditorium, room still darkened. Even if someone walked in, they weren't quite in view of the door. Thom faced him again and swallowed a knot in his throat. "I'm gonna help you out but you can't tell anyone, okay? I'm just doing this because I feel bad about what happened to you."

Thom's muzzle descended on Stephan's. He was embarrassed to admit it, but it was his first kiss. The older teenager took it with an eagerness that made Stephan squirm. He never once felt anything towards his friend, but now in the dark auditorium he was pulling Thom into him, desperate for anything that helped this heat in his crotch. Thom rubbed his bulge again, one hand groping his jeans while the other fumbled to undo the button on the offending pants. Thom's tongue met his in a heated tangle, the taste of another boy something new and exciting. Alarming how it exciting it was.

Thom broke the kiss, panting as his head fell against Stephan's shoulder. Stephan felt the sweat on Thom's brow--he was just as worked up. He took another deep breath and uttered, "F-fuck... so good." He kissed Stephan's throat, grazing the flesh with sharp teeth before his hands finally got the jeans undone. The hem of Stephan's pants crimped in Thom's fist before he yanked them down. They came off with his briefs and the band of his jock was stretched to snapping as his ten inch cock tried to leap free.

Thom still had his forehead pressed against Stephan as he gaped at his friend's new endowment. "God... you're like a goddamn horse."

His musk was much stronger now. The pungent smell of oily cock had both boys trembling while they watched pre leak in copious amounts from the tip of the cotton jock, so much it dripped through it and onto the chair. Thom kissed Stephan again, the urgency just as desperate. Stephan moaned in his mouth as his friend grabbed the base of his shaft. He was so thick that Thom couldn't close his fingers around his girth. He slowly stroked the younger teenager. Pre cum spilled faster and the throbbing pulse through his shaft told both boys the obvious.

Thom broke the kiss and whispered in his ear, "You're close, yeah?"

"Y... yes..."

"Cum for me, Steph, I wanna see it--fuck dude I wanna taste it."

Stephan's back arched and he felt a sweaty paw clamp over his muzzle before his unchecked moan carried out of the auditorium. It was loud and broken, his hips humped weakly into Thom's slow stroking as his dick spilled balls churned. He came through his jock. Both furs watched while his lower half thrashed and thick ribbons of seed shot through the cotton, the fabric barely slowing it down. The chair in front of him took two strings of cum before it leaked in weaker strands onto the floor, his bundled up jeans, and then cushion he sat in until thick waves of cum simply ran down his shaft, into Thom's hand and his balls.

Thom's hands slowly withdrew from Stephan's mouth and cock. Stephan watch him, breathless, lick the glossy seed off his paw pads in the dark. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as he savored cleaning his hand. Stephan cock stayed hard, and he wanted more than anything to keep making out with his friend. Thom, though, seemed to have a better sense of their surroundings. "Shit, dude, we made a fucking mess."

"Uh, yeah..." in the moment Stephan found it difficult to care.

Thom said, "Let me get your bag from your locker, and you can change into your gym clothes. What's the combination--"

"Thom?"

"Yeah, Steph?"

"I need to cum again..."

Thom gave his cock a pointed look. "Already?"

"It's alright--I can take care of it while you grab my stuff."

"Fuck... dude..." Thom was still staring at his leaky prick. "We could get caught--I bet people can smell you from outside."

"I can take care of it while you're--"

"I... I told you I'd help you, alright? Shit... you're so big."

"You like that I am?"

"Shut... shut-up--"

Stephan stroked the soft fur of Thom's cheek. "I like that you like it. It's really hot."

"Steph--" But Thom's confusion was silenced when Stephan pulled him by his mane into another kiss. Stephan awkwardly reached down and groped the tent in Thom's jeans. It was clear his friend needed to cum badly. Stephan wanted to know what Thom tasted and smelled like, too. When his hands made his intent clear, Thom groaned and moved to help. By now, Stephan was leaning into the older boy, his cock and cum covered jock rubbing against Thom's thigh. Stephan broke the kiss when they freed Thom's cock. It was a girthy seven inches of canine dick, with pre already leaking along its red shaft.

Stephan leaned down, the heady smell of his musk finally meeting the smell of another boy. It was weaker of course, but still exciting and desirable. He kissed the tapered tip of Thom's dick and his friend whined, an uncertain hand grabbed the back of Stephan's head between his large ears. But it was Stephan who worked that musky shaft into his muzzle. His friend's bitter tang made Stephan moan around the tip of the cock as he lapped at the urethra. Thom's hips bucked and that cock jerked deeper into Stephan's wet mouth. He kept his lips sealed in a wide-O while Thom watched Stephan in disbelief, both boys staring at each other.

Thom said, "Sh-shit Steph, I'm supposed to be helping--ah--you!" But in the dark, Thom couldn't see Stephan was already stroking himself off. His large, ten inch tool dripped pre on the floor while he started bobbing his head. This was exactly what he needed: to taste another, musky male while he got himself off. He watched Thom shake in the chair, the maned wolf obviously trying to hold back.

Stephan slowly sucked till the tip of Thom's dick and then popped off. He looked up at Thom and told him, "It's okay, I want to taste you." Stephan rubbed the throbbing canine dick against his face, taking a deep breath before he groaned at the pleasing scent. Then he wrapped his lips back around the cock he was content to worship.

Almost soon as he did, Thom grabbed Stephan's head and pushed him down his shaft, until he threatened to break open Stephan's throat. Stephan fought not to gag as he watched Thom's knot swell, but that sort of rough treatment sent the rat over the edge again. Still stroking his dick, he whined around Thom's while both boys heard more thick spills of seed fall on the floor. The blooming musk of fresh cum triggered Thom's orgasm. Stephan felt his teenage cum spill into the younger fur's throat. Stephan gagged but swallowed; he managed to yank his head back so Thom's next shot spilled into his muzzle proper. Stephan sucked hard, which made the overstimulated maned wolf struggle in his seat while his young balls flooded Stephan's mouth. Stephan savored the taste of another boy's cum like he never thought he would, not letting a single bit leave his lips till his mouth was full of his panting, exhausted friend's juicy seed. Stephan moaned then started swallowing, working the thick load down his throat while he kept his eyes on Thom's.

When he finally released his friend both boys were panting. Thom said, "Fuck... I've never cum that hard."

Stephan said, "It tasted really good."

"Shit dude... are we gay?"

"Who cares--do you wanna taste it?" Stephan was over Thom now, the other male uncertain now that he had the clarity of a post-orgasm. Still, Stephan's musk was strong and left the maned wolf hazy and wanting.

"Steph we can't keep doing this..." but Stephan didn't listen. His hands twined themselves in the wolf's mane and pulled Thom in for another kiss. Both boys felt their lengths stir while Stephan showed Thom what his cum tasted like.

Thom was late for his next class. It took Stephan two more orgasms before he calmed down, which by then, he'd gotten Thom's clothes off and they simply frotted on the floor. After cumming all over each other--Thom naked and Stephan in his now ruined clothes, Thom was able to use the unsoiled parts of Stephan's clothes to clean off some of his fur before he got dressed. He rushed to Stephan's locker and got his friend's bag. And after changing into gym clothes, they tried their best to mop up the scene of the crime with Stephan's clothes before they tossed them in the boy's bag.

Thom had told him at the door to the auditorium, "Text me when you get home," then kissed him again. Stephan, fortunately didn't get hard while his friend cupped his jaw and messily pressed their lips together, but the rat did feel his heart flutter in a way it never had for another boy before.

Their alibi was going to be a simple one: Thom found Stephan in the auditorium, unable to make it to a bathroom before he started puking. Thom stayed with him till Stephan was able to stand, got him a change of clothes, and Stephan left the school. When Stephan got home before his mom and threw his ruined clothes in the wash it would seem like he was cleaning off something else. As he did take his clothes from his bag, though, he noticed something missing.

H got the washing machine started then retrieved his phone and texted Thom: "You took my jock?"

"I didn't think you'd notice..."

"You're fucking nasty, dude_,_" Stephan wrote as he made his way to the bathroom. He started running water for a hot shower and added, "Imagining you using that thing to get off later, though? That's hot. You have to send me pics when you do."

"Come on, dude."

Stephan had stripped now and was letting the bathroom fill with steam. He pointed his phone down at his cock, the mass of flesh an easy six inches while soft now. He snapped a picture and sent it to Thom.

"I'm in class!"

Stephan smirked and wrote, "I'll send you another when you send me one." He left his phone on the bathroom sink and stepped into the shower.

It happened sooner than Stephan expected. Before sixth period even let out, Thom sent a picture of his half-hard doggy dick filling out the still-damp jock Stephan had ruined hours before. Thom sent it with, "I think I smell like sex. People keep giving me looks... but I also like it. Feel like I could get horny any moment."

Stephan lied back in his bed, naked and his dick firming up. He groped his balls while he typed in the other hand, "Now you know how I've felt."

"I don't know if I'm gonna go to soccer practice today."

"Alex will give you shit."

"Yeah, but" a pause, then the next line, "I want to send more pics."

"I could just come over to your house, tell our parents we're studying for a big test."

"Fuck." Stephan started stroking his length, remembering how it sounded when Thom uttered that same line in the auditorium a few hours before. Thom wrote, "I can't tonight. Tomorrow though."

"I'm gonna make your room smell like me, so even when I'm not there you think of my dick."

"God dude, I'll fucking die."

Stephen looked up at his cock. Even with the shower he took, his dick already felt oily and musky, and when he peeled his foreskin back smegma beaded the edge of his glans. He took another picture like that, hand gripping the base of the fat, uncut shaft. He sent it to Thom with, "At least wait for me to fuck you, first." Even through the phone, he could feel his friend's simpering need.