The Towel Boy Accidentally Jerked Me Off 05 (Patreon)

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Chapter 5: Bedtime With the Towel Boy

Who ever thought that two straight guys sharing a bed could lead to so much good stuff?

A few weeks passed and I don’t know exactly when it happened, but at some point my whole life had been reorganized around Kenny.

It just happened gradually. My mornings started either with my big morning wood pressing into his body, or with him already awake, sitting at my desk with his phone or his laptop, quietly studying, chilling there. My evenings ended with him in my bed, and some form of good luck ritual that involved increasingly intense ways of milking the soul out of my cock. Between bedtime moments there was class and practice, games and the rest of college life, but the bookends were Kenny, and it felt normal already. 

He had his own shelf now above my desk. His stuff had migrated over so slowly that I couldn't have told you when exactly it happened. His vape on the windowsill, his chargers in the wall, a few t-shirts folded on the shelf above my desk that I had cleared for him. His shower stuff was in my bathroom. His hat that he often wore, always backward, was on the hook by the door.

I liked it. He was a constant presence in my life basically overnight, and I preferred him being there to being alone, almost all the time. I didn't mind the way he took up space, or the way he left his shoes exactly where I would trip over them. I even liked the way he smelled in the morning before he showered, which was warm and close and familiar in a way I didn't know before. I didn't mind waking up in the middle of the night with his elbow in my ribs or him kicking me in his sleep. I didn't mind any of the things I would have minded about anyone else.

I hadn't gotten with a girl in weeks. I had noticed that, distantly, but didn’t even think hard about it. Kenny kept me pretty well taken care of in that department, which was its own kind of practical benefit. The good luck sessions had become a daily thing, often twice, and it was working. 

I was killing it at practice and in games. Even my grades were better. 

I looked forward to seeing him. Walking across campus after class I would think, Kenny's probably already there, and something in my chest would do a small warm thing, and I would walk a little faster.

I remember the first evening that I came back to the dorm and pushed open the door and he was there. He was sitting at my desk with his notes spread out, studying. The lamp was on and his backward hat was on and he had one foot up on the chair rung and he looked completely at home. I saw the box of donuts on the desk, unopened. They were my favorite kind, and I already knew that he had gotten them for me.

Something moved through me when I saw him. It was warm and immediate. I walked straight over without even putting my bag down, and he turned in the chair and looked up at me. I leaned down to grab a donut, and he kissed me on the cheek. I turned toward him, already starting to laugh when he caught me by surprise again, planting a kiss right on my lips. He was so soft, and warm. I froze, letting him kiss me until I found my senses, and kissed him back. 

This must improve the good luck bond I’ve been getting, I thought.

When I stood up to straighten out my body, he almost stood up to follow me, but didn't quite make it, his hands landing on my hips instead, and he turned his head toward me and dug his face into my crotch. I felt the warmth of his breath and then the pressure of his face against me and I felt myself respond instantly, that familiar pull, that easy heat as my cock started growing.

"Time for my good luck sesh," I said, looking down at him. "It's definitely been working. I've been killing it lately."

He made a sound that was almost a laugh, warm and muffled, and I put my hand on his head as he pulled down my waistband. As he started working me, coaxing out all my stress of the day, I remember thinking that this was actually a pretty great way to come home. I knew I could live like this for a very long time.

“Fuck, I love this,” Kenny groaned as he pulled off my cock with a slurping noise. He pulled out his own dick and started wanking. He did that sometimes. It made sense to me. If we both got off at the same time, it’s just efficient. 

He pushed me back on the bed, and lifted my legs in the air, even though my shorts were still around my ankles. He hadn’t done that before, but I had a certain depth of trust in him, and I was happy I let him do it, because the next thing I felt was his hot, wet tongue pressing into my ass. 

“God damn,” I said.

“How’s it feel?” he said, his wet face pulling up from my ass, making eye contact with me over my cock and balls.

“I like it,” I said, exhaling, “It’s weird, but good.”

He licked me for a long time, and rubbed my cock too. I watched the whole time, even using my hands to pull my ass open for him. I couldn’t help but moan a bit.

“You’re good at that… whatever that is,” I said. 

He stopped and looked at me again. 

I looked back, just waiting. I kind of knew what was coming, but since we were straight, and I never had that “itch” inside me like he did, I wanted to wait for him to say it.

“So dude,” he said, “You know that itch I get?”

“Yeah,” I said, swallowing, suddenly nervous for some reason. 

“You probably get it too,” he said quietly, “Just wait til you see how good this feels.”

“Okay,” I said without hesitation, “Do it.”

I was surprised I had agreed so quickly, but something about his presence was pushing me over the edge into deeper experimentation with “good luck”.

He stood up and rubbed his dick on my ass, pushing onto my whole quickly. The pressure felt like too much already, and he wasn’t even inside. 

“Is it gonna hurt?” I said.

“No,” he said back, “Just relax. I’d never hurt you.”

He was mostly right, as the pangs and pressure as he pushed into me went away pretty quickly. He held my big dick in his hand and wanked me slowly while he massaged my insides with his own appendage. 

“That’s a trip,” I said. “It kind of is like you’re scratching an itch inside me… sort of.”

“I know, right…” he said under his breath, staring at my body and his dick going inside it.

Soon he was slapping his body against me, the clapping sounds getting louder as he wanked me even harder. I held onto his hips, accepting this new type of gift he was giving me. It felt like heaven.

“It feels so good,” I said, pulling him harder as he continued to slam into me. 

“Is it ok if I…?” he said, gesturing down to his rapidly pumping cock. 

“Yeah,” I said, “Only fair. And easier cleanup.”

“Here it goes,” he said as his voice broke for a second, sounding like a pubescent boy whose voice was changing. 

He suddenly froze his hips, but kept working me roughly, working my whole pole with his hand while he started pumping a load inside me. I couldn’t explain it exactly, but I liked it. 

“I’m going too,” I said, and he aimed my dick down at himself as I spurted out my first load of the day. I streaked his abs with white and clear fluid, as I felt my ass contract on his rigid pole. 

“I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” I said as he pulled out of me, throwing a towel to me.

“That’s what good luck charms do,” he said simply.

“I meant… having you,” I said quietly. 

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The big rivalry game was the next Thursday.

We had lost to this team six out of the last seven times we played them, which Coach brought up approximately once a day during the week of practice leading up to it. I went into it feeling different than usual though. I was more loose, more in tune with my body somehow. 

I had a career game. It was the kind of game where everything I tried worked. My body did exactly what I told it to do, and then a little more, and the crowd noise became a background presence floating above me. We won by four runs.

Coach found me after, when the team was still celebrating on the field. He grabbed me by the back of the neck the way he did when he was genuinely proud, and then he kissed me right on the lips, old school.

“You nailed it, kid!” he said proudly, holding the sides of my head too tight, shaking me a little.

I was grinning so hard my face hurt.

"It's all thanks to Kenny," I said. "Seriously. He's my good luck charm."

Coach pulled back and looked at me. He had this expression that was still smiling but had narrowed around the eyes slightly, like something had just occurred to him.

"You boys still doing that?" he said.

I just smiled. He looked at me for another second, shook his head slightly, and his smile grew again, even wider than before. He clapped me on the shoulder. 

"Good game, kid," he said. "Hell of a game."

The party that night was loud and long and I was the center of it, which I usually liked, and I did like it, but sometime around 2am I found Kenny near the door and we just sort of drifted out together without making an announcement. The night air was cool. The campus was quiet. We walked back slowly and didn't talk much, and it was still the best part of the whole night.

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A few days later, before practice, I was getting dressed at my locker when Michael came in and dropped his bag. 

He started doing his own thing, and I said, without really thinking about it, "Hey, have you gotten any good luck lately? From Kenny?"

Michael stopped what he was doing.

He turned and looked at me slowly. "Nah," he said. "I wouldn't want to step on your territory."

I looked at him. "My territory? I don't have territory. Kenny does the good luck thing for everyone."

"He used to," Michael said carefully.

"What do you mean?"

Michael looked at me for a long moment. Then he put a hand on my shoulder, warm and solid, and he said, "He's all yours, bro," and there was something in his voice that was fond and also slightly exhausted.

"But you don't need the luck anymore?" I said.

Michael picked up his glove. 

"There’s other options around campus," he said, “on the apps and stuff.” 

I was about to ask what he meant, but he walked away, toward the field, and I could hear him laughing quietly to himself as he went. I was glad he was getting good luck somewhere too. We all needed it!

On the other hand, Michael had a lot of respect for how seriously I took my role as captain. He was making sure the good luck was distributed properly. Real leadership stuff.

I felt good about that.

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I started to think about our next break from school, and going home, and the season ending. For some reason, the only thing I could think about was how I was going to miss Kenny.

That's how good our friendship had become.

One night, sitting with him on my bed, watching TV with my arm around him, holding him close to me, I just asked. 

“Will you come to my house for break?”

He thought for a second. “It’s about time I met your parents, I guess.”

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Thank you so much for reading this! This was one of the most insanely fun stories I have ever written, and your comments and likes genuinely made it better at every step. Kenny will always have a special place in my heart, and I think our captain will figure things out eventually. Cheers, and see you in the next one.

Cody