"Jeff, that was not cool!"
Jeff turned his attractive face to Michael and smirked. "Would you relax? It's a tube of lube. Probably costs $3.99, and that price is jacked up. Probably costs fifty cents to make."
"That's not the point," Michael said. "Besides, I think that creepy old man saw you take it."
"He didn't say anything."
"Jeff, just take it back and pay for it," Michael suggested. "Tell him you forgot to pay."
"Forget that!" Jeff continued walking away from the shop. Michael raced to catch up to him and fell in step with his friend.
The six-foot tall, 185 pound Jeff was everything Michael had dreamed about for years. Then, almost overnight, like waking up from one of those sexy type dreams, he realized that his best friend in the world had transformed into one of Barrie High's sexiest hunks. He had muscles everywhere, wide shoulders, great teeth and smile, and a handsome face. He also had a big cock, which was a discovery Michael made later after they modified their friendship into something a little more.
But, at times, his self-centered, entitled actions drove Michael crazy.
This was one of those times.
Jeff bumped him, deliberately, and whispered, "So, can we go back to your place?"
As tempted as he was, and he was sorely tempted, Michael put his foot down. "No," he said. "I don't think so."
A flash of anger disfigured Jeff's handsome face. He wasn't used to anyone denying him anything, which was part of the big picture problem.
Jeff tried to grab Michael by the waist, turning him to face him. "Please," he whispered. "I'm so horny."
"I said no," Michael said, twisting out of the larger guy's reach.
"Fine!" Jeff said. "Your loss."
Michael gave back for a change. "You've got your lube and two good hands. Go take care of it without me."
Jeff's cock twitched a bit in his pants. Despite his irritation, he enjoyed baiting Michael into these moments of defiance. For him, it was part of a larger dance. "If that's what you want," he said.
"It is," Michael said. They parted, each heading for their respective homes.
Jeff arrived to an empty house and went directly to his room. He locked the door behind him, flung himself on his bed, and immediately pulled the tube of lube from his pocket. He looked at the plastic tube with weird Chinese lettering printed on the label. His other hand opened the front of his jeans. He put the lube aside on the bed as he reached inside to stroke his growing cock through his boxers.
In a short time, he had a raging hard-on. He stood and shed his clothes: shirt, pants, and, finally, the boxers, pushing them down to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and then dropped back onto the bed.
He popped the lid on the tube and squeezed a drop of the lube into a waiting palm. The lube looked transparent until closer inspection revealed sparkling specks inside it, reminding Jeff of glitter. He curved his hand and brought it and the small dollop of lube into contact with his hard cock. A few strokes later he began to feel an incredible tingling sensation that emanated from his cock but sent similar sensations all the way to the tips of his toes and fingers.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned.