Jared and I had been friends for a long time but after he became a jock, I pulled away from him. I wanted to keep our friendship like it had always been before jock season but Jared wanted to talk more about jock season and I wasn't ready for that. Instead, Jared started hanging out with Lucas more.
Finally, contemplating the idea of Mr. Ferguson sponsoring me, I asked Jared, "What was it like to be a mounted cock on display." We had just finished an hour of being on display so we were all naked.
Jared said, "It was wonderful. I actually miss it. You should give it a try." He reached down and touched my cock.
I backed away and said, "I'm not gay."
Jared said, "Neither am I. Being someone's trophy isn't about being gay. It has its down sides, sure, but it's also liberating to allow other people to handle my privates. Lucas, come along. Let's go into the shower and I'll show you."
We went to the showers and started washing up. Jared asked Lucas, "Are you gay?"
Lucas said, "Of course not."
Jared said, "Squat down and open your mouth."
Lucas did so without any hesitation and Jared put his cock in Lucas' mouth. Lucas didn't move much like he was frozen but Jared shoved his cock all the way down Lucas' throat until Lucas gagged. Then Jared pulled out and pushed back in. Jared started getting a boner so that he shoved further down Lucas' throat but Lucas did his best to keep still. I stared in disbelief.
After Jared shot his load down Lucas' throat, Jared pointed at my cock and Lucas immediately took my cock into his mouth. My cock wasn't hard and Lucas wasn't moving so I said, "I'm not gay." and I pulled out.
Lucas said, "I'm not gay either. It's just that after spending so much time as a cock cozy, I kind of miss having a cock inside me. It makes me feel kinda lonely and empty."
Then he put his mouth around my cock again and we just stayed that way for a while. Jared put his arm around my hips and asked me, "Don't you miss being a trophy?"
I thought about it. I didn't want to be a trophy but I was part of Mr. Corcoran's family. I had pleasant dreams about standing their on display while the family went about their day. I also hadn't admitted it to anyone but I was touched more as a trophy than I had been touched as a son. My dad stopped touching me when I was young because it was unmanly for a man to touch a man even if that man was his son but Mr Corcoran had no reservations about touching his son's trophy. I even enjoyed the occasional touches I got as the hunting lodge or the rec center. They didn't touch me a lot but they would make up the pretense of measuring my rack. I got used to the idea of thinking of my genitals as my rack and being very glad that my rack was nine inches, an impressive rack. My rack attracted a lot of attention as many people wanted to feel my rack.
I got a boner thinking about it and felt the tip of my cock trying to press down Lucas' throat. Neither of us was really moving. We just stayed there that way.
Dan happened to walk by. He said, "You miss being a trophy too? Of course you're just a kiddie trophy. You haven't been bagged by a man like I have." Dan was naked and he walked around me. Then I felt his hand probing my asshole. I froze. No one had ever touched my asshole before. "You're still a virgin here."
Jared brushed Dan's hand away. "Lay off him. He's only had one year as a trophy. Don't push him." Jared rested his hand on my ass in a protective manner. It still felt kinda good to have Jared's hand on my ass.
Dan said, "I bet you miss having a cock inside your hole. Didn't Billy fuck you regularly."
Dan moved around and started fucking Jared. Jared didn't resist. Instead, Jared leaned in close to me ear and kept telling me, "Just imagine yourself as a trophy again. Close your eyes and pretend to be a trophy and just enjoy."
While I still had Jared's hand on my ass and him leaning against me and Lucas' mouth around my cock and knowing that Jared was being fucked, I just froze and let things happen to me. I thought about how Billy must have wanted to fuck me but couldn't because I belonged to Nick. I thought about how Mr. Ferguson wanted me. Before I knew it, without either Lucas or I moving, I shot my load down Lucas' throat.