Unwitting Queen of Spades Ch. 02

Chapter 2

The rest of that night was a haze of frustration and nervousness intermingled with my drunker than average constitution, and I don't remember much of it. So I'm not sure WHY I woke up in my bed butt ass naked with those damn panties wrapped around my dick. Obviously I had masturbated with them, and to conclusion it would seem judging by the hours old dried cum on my stomach and hands. 'And my god damn chin too' I thought. 'Fuck, what the hell was that last night? Jordan said all that weird shit and smashed his dick into mine. Is he gay? Does he think I am?' My mind was reeling, fighting my hangover for control. The hangover won and I rushed into the bathroom and vomited. I groaned into the toilet bowl and let my stomach empty itself while I prayed for the sweet release of death.

I slumped down onto the floor sometime later, maybe an hour, my retching finally subsiding and spread out onto the cold tiles of my bathroom. I closed my eyes and dozed off for an indeterminate amount of time and suddenly up with a start. My eyes hurt from the lights and I needed to get some water in me, maybe a light bite to eat. I sat up and realized that I had run into the bathroom with the panties still clinging to my dick. I stared at them, my mind empty, and my body seemed to come alive at that very moment. I felt the fabric shift and slide against my skin for the first time, well the first time sober anyway, and it sent an electric jolt straight up to my brain.

Oh no, that felt...good. It caught me off guard. I'd always enjoyed the feeling of a woman's clothes when I rubbed against them, but it had never occupied more than a fleeting moment in my mind. My next urge had always been to remove them to get at the warm skin underneath. I tentatively raised a hand off the floor and lightly wrapped my fingers around my hardness, pressing the fabric tighter against my skin. There was that damn jolt of pleasure again. I began to ever so slowly stroke my hand up and down my length, becoming almost immediately overwhelmed by this new sensation.

There's no way it actually feels this good, no way. I found a rhythm, not fast but not slow and kept it there, my eyes closing in pleasure as I realized I'd been holding my breath. I exhaled and the amount of lust that came with it surprised me. I opened my eyes and stared down at myself, the head of my cock oozing precum in volumes I'd never seen before. I got lost in that moment. Staring at myself, at the panties, at the precum flowing out of me, and then the image of what Jordan had done last night popped into my mind and the memory of how BIG and hard his cock had felt pressed up against mine shattered my thoughts. I came. Rope after rope of cum shot out, coating my hand and stomach, landing on the tiles and even shooting up to my cheek and lip. I kept pumping, determined to drain all the cum out of my body, the silk feeling of the panties prolonging and increasing the pleasure of my orgasm. My eyes rolled back into my head and my breath was coming out in ragged, short bursts.

I kept stroking until I started to shrink back down, my mind and body spent and sweaty. I laid back down not bothering to do anything about the cum rapidly cooling on my naked body. I stared at the ceiling, the mind fog of lust evaporating and taking with it the carefree attitude towards being covered in my own damn cum. I started to feel gross and dirty in more than physical ways. I needed a shower.

I stood up and peeled the panties from around my dick and tossed them into the sink, trying not to think about what I'd just done...again. I washed them in the sink with the hand soap and laid them out on the counter to dry. I didn't want to throw them in with my laundry, knowing my luck I'd bring them down to the laundry room and someone else would somehow find them. I walked quickly into my room and grabbed a pair of boxers and an undershirt and came back to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

The water warmed and I stepped in, immediately feeling a bit better and just stood there for a few minutes, letting the warmth and safety of the water wash over me. Then my brain finally woke from it's orgasm induced slumber and I started...thinking.

'What in the hell is going on?' My brain demanded of itself. 'I was holding the panties last night and had to have been thinking about how they felt and then decided to rub them on my dick, because of course I did.' I covered my loofa in body wash and began cleaning myself, focusing on the areas that cum had touched first. 'I masturbated and then passed out, which I've done before so no surprise there, but why was I naked?' I absently grabbed my shampoo and squirted some into my hands, lathering and going to work on my long hair. 'I hadn't actually worn them had I...?' That thought made me stop scrubbing my hair for a few beats. 'What if I had?' I looked down at my naked body in the shower and my dick twitched and swayed in the air. '...you fucker' I thought down at myself.

I finished my shower and stepped out into the cold air of my bathroom, drying off and attempting to not think about anything. My eyes moved around the room as I dried, making a valiant effort to find anything even remotely interesting to give my brain something to occupy itself, and then locked onto the damn bright pink panties laying on my counter. My dick twitched again as soon as I saw them. "Nope" I said out loud, and then opened the door and walked into my bedroom, leaving the damned temptation in the bathroom and closing the door to my room behind me.

I got dressed, knowing I would have to retrieve the set of clean boxers and undershirt from the bathroom at some point and put them away. I wasn't about to put myself in a situation where I'd let my dick do my thinking for me again this soon though. I threw on some sweats and turned on my PS5 and decided to zone out playing video games.

Hours had gone by, I wasn't even sure what time it was but I knew I was thirsty so I got up and sauntered into the kitchen to get a soda. I thought about going out to check the mail but decided against it as I cracked open the soda. I took a long drink and headed back to my room, hesitating by the bathroom door for a second. I had to pee damn it. I walked in and set the soda down on the counter at the farthest point possible from the panties and did everything in my power not to look at them.

'They have to be dry by now' I thought unfortunately. I looked over at them and they did seem dry, but why did that matter? "Stop it" I said to myself and shook my dick as I finished peeing. "I'm not dealing with this again" and I tucked myself back into my boxers and let my sweats snap back up into position at my waist. I grabbed my soda and walked back into my room and sat back down.

"God damn it" I sighed in frustration another hour or so later, staring at the 'YOU DIED' screen again. "I need a break" I said and got up, stretching along the way and heading back to the kitchen for another soda. I opened the fridge and grabbed one, and I had a thought. 'My phone has been oddly quiet today. I haven't heard from Jordan all day. That's weird.' I shook my head and popped the tab on my soda, 'maybe Jordan is weirded out by what he did last night and he's avoiding me?' I took a sip and thought 'Good, I hope he is. What the fuck was he thinking with that.' I walked over to my couch and sat down, cupping the soda in my hands and thinking more.

'He said it had turned him on when that woman had told him about the straight guys being into the queen of spades thing. That's kinda gay right? Maybe he's bi or just figuring it out?' I sipped my soda. 'But he implied completely he thought I should wear the panties and I'd look good in them and crushed his fucking cock into mine. Did Jordan want to fuck me...?' I shook my head and put my soda down on the coffee table. 'No way, he had to have just been super drunk. He wouldn't do something that random, that potentially damaging to our friendship intentionally, would he?'

I shifted on the couch so I was lounging back with most of my legs sticking off the cushion. I pondered the event again, replaying it in my head and noticed that my dick began twitching and growing as I thought about it. 'Son of a bitch' I thought, 'what the fuck is wrong with me?' I stared at my crotch in anger. I'm just like any other straight guy, I know I'm straight because women turn me on and when I had my teenage thoughts about guys vs girls, the thought of doing anything with a guy had not interested me in the slightest. 'Maybe I hadn't had the right situation?' I thought. I mean, I'd been around my fair share of women and their clothing before and I'd never had a desire or even a fleeting thought to wear them. Would I have if someone had suggested it? I had clearly demonstrated I enjoyed the feeling of these panties twice already, maybe I needed to find something out?

I got up from the couch, my dick tenting the front of my sweats as my mind raced around what I was about to go do. I walked into the bathroom and picked up the now definitely dry panties, rubbing the material between my thumb and forefinger like Jordan had the previous night. They felt good, soft and even cool to the touch. "Fuck it" I said to myself and put them back on the counter. I stepped back and dropped my boxers and sweats to the floor in one motion. I grabbed the panties again and held them up, staring at the big white spade with the Q in it. "This doesn't mean anything" I said under my breath. "You're curious and horny and just trying something out. You are not a queen of spades and you don't love BBC. You are a straight guy exploring a kink alone in your own bathroom." I could feel my cock bounce as I said the words and I bent down, bringing the panties to my feet to step into them.

I slid them up my legs and settled them around my hips, adjusting the back a little so it comfortably sat in between my ass cheeks and then messing with the front so my cock and balls just barely stayed inside. I don't have a small penis, but it's not breaking any records either. I'd call it average at best, about 6" fully erect when I'm super horny. I was super horny. My cock poked out above the white lace trim at the top and I could see it oozing precum already. I looked at myself in the mirror and frowned a bit. I took off my undershirt and stood there, completely naked except for the pink and white lace frilled queen of spades panties. "Fuck" I said. I was *really* horny.

I walked into my bedroom to look at myself more fully in the full size closet mirror. "Fuck" I said again, and rubbed my right palm on the front of the panties, and my body shivered with insane pleasure. I gasped out loud and stood still for a moment, trying to understand how this could feel so good, and why I was so turned on. I wasn't gay, I wasn't a crossdresser, so what the fuck was going on. My phone chimed into the silence, startling me out of my stillness. I looked over at my bed against the wall and saw the screen of my phone lit up. I walked a few steps over and saw Jordans name next to a text.

[Did you wear them yet?] 6:46 PM

I stared at my phone, dumbfounded and frozen in place too terrified to move. Even though I was alone, I felt like he somehow saw me and knew what I was doing. Guilt? Shame? I don't know what it was that made me feel that but I didn't like it. At least my brain didn't anyway, or my rapidly beating heart and tight lungs. My cock however, didn't seem to get the memo and I could have sworn was even harder and leaking more precum than it had been a minute ago.

'What do I do' I thought. I stood there for a few minutes, motionless and staring at my phone as if it held the power of life and death over me. It sort of did I guess, depending on what I did next. Lying was the obvious choice, so I did.

{Nope.} 6:51 PM

Simple and straightforward, an absolute. I had not worn them and I will not wear them...as I stood wearing nothing BUT them, after having masturbated with them twice and in the middle of doing so a third time. Minutes went by with no response. I put the phone down and stared at myself In the mirror. I...liked the way I looked. The way the panties hugged my hips and the lines they made across the tops of my thighs...turned me on. I rubbed my palm across the front of my cock again while I looked at myself. Seeing what I was doing and wearing just made me harder and breathe heavier. "Fuck" I mumbled as I could feel myself slipping off the road of self control and careening towards another orgasm. My phone chimed again. I froze. I knew it was Jordan. I picked my phone back up.

[You will.] 7:02 PM

My cock throbbed as I read the text and my fingers flew across the digital keyboard, my brain letting my baser instincts take over.

{lol no way man, not happening.} 7:02 PM

All I had to do was not respond and it would be a non issue. This whole thing would go away if I just ignored it. But I didn't. I engaged because I knew that whatever this taboo shit was that I was doing, was revving a sexual motor I'd never used before. This was new, this was scary, this was...interesting.

[Give it time. 20 bucks says you do it before the end of the day.] 7:03 PM

{Easiest 20 I've ever made} 7:03 PM

[I bet you wore them last night didn't you. You're probably wearing them now.] 7:03 PM

The front of my panties were flooding with precum. Had I just called them *my* panties? Fuck.

{You're being freaking weird dude.} 7:04 PM

[That wasn't a no. Are you wearing the Queen of Spades panties right now, yes or no?] 7:04 PM

My cock had never been this hard in my life, I felt like it was going to pull all the extra skin on my body taught and grow another few inches. Do I tell him the truth, do I keep lying? Why am I even talking to him still?

{What if I was? Hypothetically.} 7:04 PM

[Then I might hypothetically have a surprise for you.] 7:05 PM

And then Jordan sent me a picture of his bulge. Not of his cock, but it might as well have been. I could see the entire outline of the thing through his boxer briefs. They contoured his cock perfectly and it was HUGE. At least 9 inches and I had no idea how thick but it was not skinny. "Holy shit..." I said and stared at it in amazement and confusion. Amazement at how truly girthy it was, and confusion at how my body reacted to it. Not in revulsion or even ambivalence but...was this excitement? My cock strained at the barrier of my panties and oozed more precum, darkening even more of the front of them than before.

I stood there, naked except for the bright pink lace frilled Queen of Spades panties barely containing the biggest, hardest, most painful erection I'd ever had in my life, staring at the outline of my best friends Big Black Cock. Do I take this further? I was obviously turned on. What do I do? I stood motionless, breathing heavy and rubbing my cock through the panties and staring at the picture.

'One good deed deserves another I guess' I thought and thumbed over to the camera app. I held my phone out, tilted it down and turned my lower body, trying to get a shot of my ass. I hadn't really looked at that yet. Damn my ass looked good in these. My dick felt like it got harder. I snapped a few pics and then filtered them down to one I felt made my ass look the best. I went back to the text thread and loaded the pic in, hesitating over the send button. This was a game changer. This was an admission of at least some of what he had been saying. Where would this go? What road was I about to start down? Could I turn around once I started? "Fuck it" I said out loud, and hit send.

I sent Jordan a picture of me from the mid chest down naked except for the panties, the not quite thong strip separating my ass cheeks from one another. I stared at the smaller version of the pic on the screen. If it weren't for my body hair, it would look like a chick sent him a lewd. My dick throbbed. "Damn it" I said.

Excruciating minutes went by. MINUTES with no response, not even the little 'I'm typing a response' bubbles. I stared at my phone, willing anything to happen. It chimed and vibrated in my hand, a message from Jordan appearing.

[Holy shit] 7:12 PM

'Holy shit? That's good right? It has to be, why wouldn't it? Did I take it too far? Fuck.' I shook my head, 'No I couldn't have, HE's the one who sent me his freaking bulge, he started this shit.' My phone chimed again.

[I can't believe you actually wore them...that's...that's really hot. You have a really nice ass dude. Is that from last night?] 7:12 PM

Woah, Jordan said I had a nice ass, and that this was hot. I responded to him.

{Actually...that's from right now} 7:13 PM

I waited maybe 6 seconds before he responded.

[No fucking way! Send me a live pic of the front, I want to see the QoS logo 😏] 7:13 PM

God damn I've never been this horny. Ever. I opened the live pic camera from the text screen and hesitated. The head of my cock was poking out the top of the panties and just flooding the front of them with precum. The whole front was drenched with it. That's embarrassing, sending him my ass is one thing but this...this is something else. I might be able to play off sending him my ass as a goof. Some sort of gotcha moment if I...aw who am I kidding, there's no way I could make that seem like a joke. That was intentional and directed and, and kinda gay. Shit, am I bi? "Fuck it" I said again, and snapped a pic of myself from the front.

This time I didn't tilt the camera down to cut my face out. I looked at the picture before I sent it, noticing that I'd subconsciously tried to pose like I'd seen some of my exes do in their sexy pics they'd sent me. Legs together and bent a little to the side, hips almost stuck out all the way to one side and my torso slanting the opposite way. Fuck that made me hornier. I sent him the pic. My phone almost vibrated out of my hands and the chimes couldn't keep up with each other the texts were coming so fast.

[!!!!!] 7:15 PM

[No fucking way] 7:15 PM

[Holy fucking shit dude] 7:15 PM

[This is so hot] 7:15 PM

[FUCK] 7:15 PM

[dude] 7:15 PM

I giggled. I actually giggled. It was turning me on even more seeing his reaction. One simple photo had elicited that much of a response. I'd never had a woman react like that to any picture I'd ever sent. Granted I hadn't really sent that many outside of the occasional goofy picture here and there but this made me feel good. Almost wanted or desired and all he'd basically said was fuck. My phone chimed again, and my jaw almost fell off of my head.

It was his cock. Completely uncovered and fully erect, his boxer briefs pulled down under his balls. It was amazing, almost a picture perfect version of a circumcised cock. Like it had been drawn up and created from a sampling of all the best looking cocks anyone could find. It was sticking straight up and judging from where his hand was holding down his underwear, I was willing to bet he needed to use both hands to do anything with that monster.

I was fucking mesmerized. I stared in disbelief at how straight and thick and veiny it was. My cock felt like it was going to drain all the blood out of my body and it got harder. Then, I heard a knock on my front door. It was Jordan, it had to be. Who the hell else could it possibly be. Do I let him in? If I do what is going to happen, what will we do? Holy shit indeed.