I sniff and stand up, wiping my finger on the back of my thigh before I pull up my clothes. I'm still hard as hell, my pathetic dick straining against the cotton of my underwear.
"That's it. There's my good little submissive. You're my good boy. Good boys deserve a present, don't they? I'll get something special arranged for you."
Sir hangs up on me. Both my heart and cock are going crazy. The suspense of what he's prepared for me is going to end me. Before leaving the restroom and collecting my things, I take a moment to sort myself.
I wash my hands, scrubbing them with warm water and soap. I also wash some water on my face before I look into the mirror.
There's no helping it. I look like a hot mess. Just one phone call with Sir has left me with burning pink cheeks, and wide eyes. I look like a prey animal already in the jaws of the beast.
But that's okay.
I can already tell that whatever he's arranged for me tonight is going to leave me even messier.
2
"I thought football season ended in January?" I ask, perched on the edge of my bed watching Josh get ready for his big game tonight.
"It did," Josh says with a shrug and a smile, flashing me an obliging look while putting a water bottle into his bag. "This is just an exhibition game. Something fun before graduation, you know?"
Well, I know now.
To be honest, I've never been much of a sports guy. I'd much rather spend my time with my nose in a book or my ass planted in front of a computer screen. And if I'm going to chase after balls...well...I'd much rather it be the real thing.
"That's cool," I say while checking my phone. "I hope you win tonight."
Sir hasn't tried to call me back. Or even sent a text. I try not to be disappointed, but I'm already jittery with anticipation.
And I'm still horny.
"You don't got to hope for it." Josh's smile breaks into a grin as he walks over to our dresser and pulls out...oh. The panties. Cute and lacy and all the things a boy like me shouldn't want to wear. "You're going to help us win tonight. Put these on."
Josh balls up the panties and lobs them in my direction. To my embarrassment, I fumble the catch and drop the pretty underwear to the floor. That's when I notice the color...I've never worn these for Josh before. They're not the pale blue ones he usually has me wear for him.
These must be new.
I pinch the delicate fabric between my fingers. These panties aren't just pink. They'repinkpink.
"How does me wearing this help the team?" I ask with a doubtful frown.
"You in those panties is good luck for me and Mason," Josh says, putting his hands on his hips. "It's a sports superstition thing. Anyway, put them on."
Josh leans back against his desk, gripping the wooden edge as he watches me with heated eyes. Oh. He wants a show. I swallow hard and stand up, undoing the button and fly of my jeans. No matter how many times I undress for another guy, I still get nervous.
Heat blooms across my face as I shove everything down to the floor. My hole is still desperately empty and lightly loosened from fingering myself in the library bathroom. I'm half-hard by the time I pull up the lacy pink panties. My trapped erection strains against the flimsy fabric.
Josh has been watching me. Not so discreetly rubbing himself as I put the panties on. He loves when I wear those, and so does his best friend, Mason. They fuck me extra hard and fast when I'm a little dolled up for them.
Maybe...maybe that'll be tonight's surprise. Maybe Sir has told Josh it's okay to have another threesome.
"Shit," Josh hisses as he pulls his hand away from his dick. "Dude, I want to fuck you so bad right now, but I can't. Got to save up all this energy for the game."
I stand there in the middle of our room, nodding my head. I reach down for my jeans and pull them back on, kicking my far-less suggestive briefs underneath my bed. They're dirty from tonight's degradation in the library. I'll do laundry later. For now, all I plan on doing is watching some TV shows to unwind and maybe sneaking in a bit more study time before bed.
Josh turns back to his bag and shoves a few more things in it before opening our closet. He pulls out a gray sweater. Holding it in one hand, he walks over and offers it to me.
My phone buzzes with a new text message, but I'm distracted by why Josh is trying to give me his sweater. "Here, take this. It's supposed to rain tonight, and might get chilly."
"Oh, thanks," I say, accepting the sweater, "but I'm not going out."
