Chad was slathered in sweat, and he was hornier than ever. Chad knew how his body worked. He should have blown his load a hundred times in the nearly 2 hours that he had lain in bed jerking off, but he still hadn't cum once. It was infuriating.
Suddenly, he heard knocking at his front door. Then the knocking became pounding. Chad paused. He got up to go answer the door. His cock was fully erect and bright red from his constant rubbing. He tried on some shorts, but his huge boner forced its way out the bottom of one of the leg holes. The pounding continued.
Chad shouted, "I'm coming!" Then added under his breath, "Damn, I wish I'd cum already."
Chad wrapped a towel around his waist, and ran down stairs with his erect penis flopping like mad under the terrycloth towel. He paused at the door. He needed to deal with his erection. He used his best kung fu grip technique. His knees started to buckle. The pounding on the door stopped. There was a loud moan from outside the door. But Chad still hadn't cum. The pounding resumed. Chad opened the door a few inches and peered out.
Rico was standing on the doorstep. His face and arms were slick with sweat. Rico looked exhausted. Rico's jeans were soaked from his crotch down to his knees, and his wet crotch was tented.
"Rico?"
"Gawd, I wore you too long or maybe its because I sent you that vid?"
Chad still peering around the door asked, "What are you talking about, Rico? And what happened to your pants?"
Rico pushed his way into Chad's house, and closed the door behind him.
"I've blown like a thousand loads into my pants!" Rico announced testily. Chad's towel had fallen away as the door closed with the edge of the towel caught in the door. It revealed Chad's straining red boner.
Rico glared at it, and accused, "I bet you been jerking off all morning!"