Practice Practice Practice

It was at school on Monday when Martin realized he had a major problem. Specifically, it was when he saw Tommy in the hall after the first period and felt himself freeze in his tracks when he saw his friend was wearing a pale blue tank top.

It was a hot day, so Tommy wasn't the only one dressing light, and Martin had seen him shirtless plenty of times (and recently with a whole lot less), so why was Martin hearing his heartbeat pounding in his ears when he saw his friend's bare shoulders in the halls at school?

They were walking in opposite directions so Tommy just held up a hand for a high five as he passed. Martin matched his gesture out of instinct and it seemed like Tommy didn't notice anything weird, but for his entire next class Martin thought about the thin hair under Tommy's arms and how he'd looked cumming on his chest the day before.

At lunch he got his bag from his locker and found Tommy at their usual spot on the East stairs holding one of the cafeteria mini-pizzas on a paper plate.

"Hey," said Martin as he approached.

Tommy smiled and said, "Hey."

There was a short beat and then Elizabeth, who was also there with Rebecca, said, "Hello?"

Martin snapped to attention and finally acknowledged his girlfriend with a quick, "Hey, babe!" He sat down beside her and brushed her cheek with a light peck and mentally slapped himself to get a grip.

"Babe? Like the pig?" Elizabeth asked with a smirk and a skeptical eyebrow.

Martin winced and apologized, "Sorry, I'm not sure what's wrong with me today."

"Awe, it's ok. I forgive you. You can be my little piglet." Elizabeth threw an arm around his shoulders and kissed his forehead. It made Martin smile and they were back to somewhat normal.

He stuck to his sandwich after that and added a few words to the conversation when prompted, but mostly he was happy to let Tommy and the girls do the talking. Elizabeth and Rebecca were big readers and theatre nerds, so they were running through all the Shakespeare and Shakespeare-adjacent movies they'd been watching.

Then Rebecca threw out, "Ok, but which one has the hottest lead?"

"Oh I know this one!" Said Tommy, raising his hand like the most eager kid in class. "Romeo and Juliet, Leonardo DiCaprio."

Martin bit his tongue.

"Correct!" Said Rebecca, pulling Tommy's head in for a kiss.

Martin sipped his water.

Elizabeth scoffed, "It's always Leo with you. There are other actors, you know? Actually, do you want to go to a movie after school?"

Rebecca finally pulled her lips off Tommy and said, "Sure!"

Tommy nodded and said, "Yeah."

Martin found his voice and said, "Weren't we going to practice?"

They all looked at him. Tommy raised his eyebrows. Martin tried to keep the blush from his cheeks as he quickly added, "You know, for the SAT?"

"Oh yeah!" Tommy said as if he suddenly remembered. "Yeah, we were going to practice, and study, and stuff."

Elizabeth looked disappointed but she said, "Oh, yeah, we could do that instead."

"No!" Said Martin. He was thinking fast. "I really need to study and, you know, it would be distracting."

"I'm distracting?"

Martin put a hand on her back and smiled and said, "Of course you're distracting, piglet."

"No no," Elizabeth shook her head, "You're piglet." She glanced at the other couple and then gave Martin a quick kiss. "I guess I like that you're responsible enough to study."

"But I'm not!" Said Rebecca.

"Me neither!" Said Elizabeth and the girls high-fived. "So I guess we will go see a movie while you boys nerd out together. I'll try not to get jealous."

She kissed Martin again as the bell rang to send them to their afternoon classes. Tommy winked over her shoulder.

The next few classes dragged out as Martin kept checking the time. The last class of the day was Math, and Tommy had the seat in front of him. He daydreamed through it thinking of what they could practice next. He almost embarrassed himself when the teacher called on him to give an answer, but he managed to pull something out of the air and tried to focus after that until the bell rang.

On the way to their lockers they made small talk about the movie the girls were going to see and how the heat had made Tommy's gym class hell. Martin was glad he didn't have gym this semester since Tommy's three-mile run sounded like it would have killed him, and when they got outside the sun and summer air hit them like a thick bright blanket.

Martin shielded his eyes as he looked in his bag for his sunglasses when he heard Tommy say, "Fuck this."

Tommy slipped his tank top off and used it to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Then he stuffed it in the back of his waistband and threw his backpack over his bare shoulders.

The light, mildly distracting thoughts Martin had been having all day went into overdrive. His heart rate increased and he felt himself sweating from more than just the heat. He fumbled around in his bag, trying to understand why Tommy's body was suddenly throwing him off.

He hid his eyes behind the sunglasses and stood up next to Tommy as he pulled his backpack on and they started walking.

"So, my place or yours?" Tommy asked.

"Is your brother around?"

"No, he's at our dad's place this week."

"And you're mom's working evenings still?"

"Yep," said Tommy with a smile.

"Your place is probably best then."

"Yep, lots of privacy. No one will bother us while we... study for the SAT."

Martin tried not to meet his eye, but he couldn't help it and the stupid mocking look on Tommy's face made him blush. Tommy elbowed him in the side.

"Just messing with you, dude, I'm glad you suggested it. I've been thinking about it all day."

"Really? Me too!"

"So what do you want to practice?"

"Well, I was thinking about what you said about lasting longer."

"Ah," said Tommy, nodding, "I was thinking about that too. Maybe we try jerking each other off? That way we'll see what it's like having someone else touching us?"

Martin nodded and hummed, "Mm-hm."

They reached Tommy's house. He pulled out his keys as they stepped up to the door and he turned to Martin to say, "What if we do it at the same time and the first one to cum is the loser?"

"What happens to the loser?"

Tommy opened the door and tossed his backpack on the bench inside. He shrugged his bare shoulders and smiled, "I'm sure we can think of something."

They both kicked off their shoes. Tommy stripped off his socks and tossed them on his backpack along with his shirt. Martin removed his socks too, but he put them neatly away inside his shoes. Tommy bound up the stairs ahead of him and Martin followed.

The main floor of Tommy's house was wide open with the basic living room setup of a couch and armchair in front of a TV on the right, a dining room table at the centre at the top of the stairs, and then the kitchen on the left. The space continued around a corner past the kitchen to an office area with an electric fireplace, but Tommy stopped in the kitchen to open the fridge. He sighed in pleasure as the cold air hit his skin, and he turned around to let it cool his bare back. He grabbed the water jug and carried it to the counter to pour two glasses.

"You can make yourself at home, you know," said Tommy as he poured the drinks.

Martin glanced down at his bare feet and tried to figure out what Tommy meant. Suddenly something hit him in the face and he was looking at a crumpled pair of shorts.

Tommy stepped out from behind the counter with the two glasses, his long legs poking out of his tight boxer briefs.

"Gotta practice being naked around other people too, right?" Tommy said, handing him his drink.

"You're not naked though," said Martin without thinking.

Tommy's eyes narrowed and he put down his glass. Without breaking eye contact he slid his underwear down to mid-thigh, letting his half-hard cock pop out. With a casual flick of his wrists the underwear fell to his feet and he stepped out, naked.

"Am I practicing by myself this time?" Tommy asked.

Martin took a big gulp of water and put down his glass. The butterflies in his stomach were threatening to take off, but he quickly slipped his t-shirt over his head and with only a tiny bit more hesitation he dropped his shorts and underwear. His dick was hard enough that the tip showed, and it pointed at Tommy like some kind of nudity divining rod.

"I'm never sure what I should do with my hands," Martin admitted as he tried resting them on his hips and then crossed his arms.

"I think I know one thing you can do," said Tommy, and he reached out and wrapped his fingers around Martin's cock.

Martin gasped at the sudden touch. Tommy's fingers were still cold from holding his glass of water, but the electric jolt that radiated through his body felt amazing. The pressure on his dick was familiar, but having someone else doing the touching was a whole new experience. Suddenly it felt a little too good and he grabbed Tommy's wrist to stop him moving.

"Fuck, I'm close."

"Wow," said Tommy, "I am good."

Martin glared at him, "I thought the whole point was to not cum too quickly."

"I mean, we haven't settled on what the loser has to do, but I think the point was to just not cum as fast as the other guy. And I think I might be winning, as usual," Tommy grinned and tightened his grip, making Martin flinch closer to cumming.

"Not this time," said Martin and he reached out for Tommy's shaft. It seemed thinner but longer than Martin's as he started to stroke it.

Tommy grunted and said, "Try not to tug it though."

Martin was jerking Tommy the way he would jerk himself, but without the foreskin it was strangely difficult and he fumbled around with different hand positions while Tommy continued to edge his own orgasm forward.

"Fuck," said Martin in frustration, "How are you supposed to use this thing?"

Tommy chuckled, "Usually I have some lube or spit." He stepped a little closer and increased the pressure of his strokes on Martin's cock. "Guess I've got the advantage on this one. Maybe the loser has to actually study for the SAT?"

Martin had had enough of always losing to Tommy, so he said, "Fuck that," and fell to his knees, and before either of them had fully processed it, Tommy's cock was in his mouth.

"Holy fuck!" Tommy's hands went to Martin's head to hold himself up as his legs went suddenly weak.

Martin held the base of Tommy's shaft and his hip as he tightened his lips around the middle of Tommy's cock and tried to keep his teeth away from the delicate skin. He let his tongue explore the soft round head and discovered a salty drip of precum of the tip.

"Holy fuck," Tommy repeated, quieter this time with his eyes closed. He let his fingers slide into Martin's long hair as he started slowly fucking his friend's mouth.

Martin focused on Tommy's pleasure as he let him use his mouth, but he gently touched his still-throbbing cock, pinching the skin around the head to keep himself on the edge of cumming.

Tommy thrust a little deeper and Martin gagged, so he pulled back and kept to just the top few inches. But he fucked a little faster and a little harder as his grip on Martin's hair tightened.

"Fuck, I'm going to lose," said Tommy, "Can I cum in your mouth?"

Martin hummed another "Mm-hm" into Tommy's cock and the vibration sent a shiver through Tommy's body.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming," he said as hunched over to clutch Martin's head and rapidly fuck his lips.

The loss of control as Tommy took charge was a shock for Martin as his friend's cock pulsed and then shot a thick splash of cum against the roof of his mouth. He swallowed quickly as a second injection overwhelmed him and he felt some drip out over his chin. The salty load and Tommy's ecstatic moans were a powerful combination and Martin rapidly jerked his fist along his cock to throw himself over the edge as well.

Martin's load splashed out across Tommy's bare feet and the kitchen tile. He held his cock tight, the foreskin stretched back, as he kept cumming and swallowing.

As Tommy finished, Martin gently sucked out the last drops and pulled away, still holding his own dripping cock, and he looked up at his satisfied friend.

"I guess we tied," said Tommy as he let go of Martin's head and lifted his cum-covered feet.

Martin shook his head as he finished swallowing, "No, you lost."

"I don't know, I felt your cum hit my feet pretty much immediately."

Martin licked the cum from his lips, thought for a moment, and asked, "Tie breaker?"