Pranked on HotGuySecret
Jimmy stood up above the red and white diner table and began gasping for air. His face had turned a dark purple, and his hands were wrapped tight around both sides of his neck. I quickly got up from cramped table and wrapped my arms tightly above his waist. After placing my leg between his thighs I began to do the Heimlich. Finally, I could use my first aid training. I pushed into his body harder and harder. His hand came off his neck and he began slamming it so hard against the table that a glass of water rolled off onto the floor. He brought his other hand down, and reached back under by waist. As I struggled to save my best friend he reached under my waist and squeezed my crotch.
“You’re gay!” He yelled.
Jimmy turned around and gave me a soft kiss on the left cheek before flapping his arms around like a peacock. I guess that’s what Jimmy’s version of ‘gay’ was. Jimmy sat back down besides Craig, and they both burst into bouts of uncontrollable laughter. Craig wasn’t usually the one pulling these sorts of pranks, but he always went along with Jimmy’s nonsense.
I should have known Jimmy would do something like that. He was always pulling these sorts of pranks on everyone. The three of us loved to prank each other as much as we could, and what else were a bunch of senior college kids going to do all summer? We probably could have had girlfriends but we were all terrible at talking to girls. Jimmy usually screwed up any chance we had with girls because of his stupid pranks. Craig was too awkward because of his stutter, and I was too much of a pussy to talk to girls. To make matters worse, our sleepy town was so small that there really weren’t too many girls to choose from.
My face was about as red at the slice of tomato dangling off my checkered shirt. The few restaurant patrons, who reacted to the commotion, quickly resumed ignoring us. Most of them were too old to care or buried so deep in their newspaper you would need a life raft to rescue them. They were also used to us making trouble all the time, and just learned to ignore us. Even the waitress didn’t bat an eye, and just poured us another round of the worst coffee on the planet.
As we ate our omelets and drank our burnt coffee, Jimmy and Craig kept pretended to choke on their food causing me to blush. I knew Jimmy wasn’t done yet, and prayed he would divert his prank to someone else. There it was another one of his perfect opportunities. I knew I would finally be able to eat the rest of my meal without be ripped on. Jimmy put his fork down on his plate, and smiled up at the two of us.
She was sitting alone at the far end of the restaurant, where she always ate. Ms. Davies always had her little black shiatsu beside her and never hesitated to complain. She was rambling on to the young waitress about how her toast was overdone, her coffee was burnt and her cutlery was too dirty too eat off. The waitress nodded her head, and took everything back to the kitchen. If there was ever someone in town who complained about anything, it was always that old nag. The three of us couldn’t even walk past the old bitches’ house without her calling the cops on us. One time Jimmy had enough of her nonsense, and gave her a reason to call the cops.
Surströmming is a type of fermented fish which is so pungent that it’s banned on most domestic flights. Of course, Jimmy somehow got a hold of a can from another college friend. On the hottest day of the summer, Jimmy opened the can and set it down behind her house. Even from across the street we could smell the contents of the can. Her little shiatsu bolted towards Jimmy but was way more interested in the can of Surströmming. Jimmy ran back across the street and ducked into the bushes. The three of us pinched our noses shut while we watched the little dog eat all of it.
Ms. Davies was sitting up on her rocking chair and reading the bible while fanning her sweaty neck off in the hot July sun. The dog jumped right up on her lap and threw it up all over her floral sundress. She jumped up and knocked the dog down to the ground, but it kept throwing up on her feet. Unfortunately, we didn’t see the old man watching us from the window behind us and he ended up calling the cops. Lucky for us, Craig’s uncle was the sheriff and we got off easy. Nobody pressed charges, but we got stuck helping the old nag for next couple weeks. Her house was cornered off and a hazmat team came only to discover that the smell was from a can of fish. It was quickly sealed up and disposed of in the city dump.
But did the heavyset Irish troublemaker learn his lesson? Absolutely not, and no Jimmy never did.
As we left out the restaurant, the two of them held each other’s necks and pretended they were choking. They purposely made their face turn purple and pretended to do the Heimlich, while they humped each other. I wanted to turn around and punch them, but decided to shrug it off. Instead I grabbed Jimmy from behind and jokingly pushed his body against his jeep.
When we finally stopped our shenanigans, Craig took the front seat and I climbed over into small backseat. It wasn’t much of car. It was rusted top to bottom, and it took a few extra starts on a cold day. But it was the best way for us boys to get around town. Jimmy put on his favorite rock station, and started jamming with Craig. But as soon as he saw her mint condition pink Caddy parked near the door, I knew he was about to pull something.
Jimmy stepped back out of the Jeep and opened up the trunk. She was looking right at Jimmy, and he made sure to smile back at the old miserable wrench. Under her watchful eye, he took a massive bag out of his trunk and poured something all over her shiny car. He climbed back into the jeep and drove to the nearby corner. Once he parked facing her Caddy, he turned to us and grinned like a true idiot. Whatever Jimmy did was definitely going to cause some problems. Jimmy leaned his seat back, and turned the music back as a massive flock of seagulls appeared above her car.
Within minutes her pride and joy was coved in a thick layer of seagulls proudly mewing at their latest meal. They quickly ate the birdseed Jimmy had poured and left a series of small white ‘thank you’ marks in exchange. Jimmy was laughing so much his large belly kept smacking back and forth against the Jeep’s steering wheel. We were begging Billy to drive away before we got into more trouble. We didn’t want to spend another minute in her smelly dirty house. Billy jammed his fingers back and forth against the Jeep’s steering. There it was, the moment Billy was waiting for. He turned the music louder in anticipation. To Billy, this was probably one of his life’s biggest accomplishments.
She flung the diner door so open hard, that it nearly flew off its large metal hinges. Her little Shiatsu was tucked neatly in one hand and her cane was raised high in the air. The little dog was barking wildly at alongside her but in the wrong direction. Her yelling was so loud that she scared the three remaining seagulls off her car, and the waitress came out to see if everything was ok. To add insult to injury, the last seagull swopped down and grabbed a fry right off her flowery sundress.
Ms. Davies looked right at Jimmy’s Jeep and waved her cane high up in the air. She began speed-walking down the block towards us. For someone who used a cane, it was impressive how fast she was able to walk. Just as she approached the jeep, Jimmy gave her the old ‘one finger salute’ and began to drive off. Well, at least that what we thought he was going to do. Jimmy glanced over at the massive puddle on the dirt road beside, and drove right through it. Poor Ms. Davies was now soaking wet, with a crazy enraged soaked dog and car decorated in bird shit. I didn’t want to tell Jimmy he’d gone too far, it would just get him more excited.
Jimmy knew he would pay the price, but to him it was worth it.
The cops tried to get Jimmy for this one. But we denied it, and nobody in the diner wanted to get involved in ratting out Jimmy. They all knew that they would become Jimmy’s next target. We drove past Ms. Davies house the next morning and laughed hysterically as she wiped the bird shit off her car in the hot sun.
We drove along the main road until we got to what we called ‘The Spot’. It was a mile off of the main road and two miles long a small dirt path. At the end of the uneven dirt path was the old barn on Jimmy’s grandpa’s farm.
Jimmy’s grandpa was way too and frail and week to tend to it, and Jimmy was busy studying to be a truck mechanic. The rest of Jimmy’s family were too rich too care for the decrepit property and it mostly served as our playground. The condition was that Jimmy could use it as long as he checked up on his gramps. Usually we would get drunk and shoot BB’s into the lake or create mini explosions with burnable anything inside our massive fire-pit. Sure, we were probably too old for this shit but we were still kids at heart.
“Truth or dare?” Jimmy asked, while chucking an empty beer can into the fire pit.
“Dare.” Craig answered.
Craig was always up for a good time and when drank enough that anything was possible. Craig was a fairly small guy and his tiny five foot frame was perfect for sneaking in and out of places. It also helped that Craig was an easy drunk and after a beer or two he would be nearly hammered. It was hard for Craig to make friends because of his stutter, but we all grew up together and he never stuttered when he was with us. Other kids would rip on him, but we never made fun of him. It was his fault that his mom drank through her pregnancy.
Jimmy smiled at him, and chugged down another beer. Jimmy was easily two-hundred pounds and he could drink anyone in town under the table. Jimmy’s family was loaded so he could afford to drink as much as he wanted.
Jimmy was definitely going to make this an interesting one for Craig. We finished our beers and chucked the rest of the empties into the red hot fire-pit. We forgot about the cans of food we threw in earlier, and ducked down as they exploded high in the air just above our heads.
After doing a few burnouts in the muddy grass we drove to the main highway. Jimmy parked across the street and the three of us looked up into her bedroom window. Shauna was sitting in front of her brown secretary desk and brushing her long blonde hair down. Jimmy had a crush on the pastors daughter since elementary, but he would never admit it. Now she was a college senior, and Jimmy took any chance he could to get her attention. Her bedroom lamp flickered off, and we waited quietly in the jeep for the next twenty minutes.
Jimmy gave Craig the signal, and Craig quietly stepped out of the jeep.
Craig scaled up the bricks on the side of her house, and right up to her open bedroom window. We could see him moving around her room through her light silk curtains, as he fumbled around her bedroom. A few tense minutes later, he slid down the side of the house and landed onto the wet grass. He ran back across the street, and quickly jumped back into the jeep.
He was sweating down from his short black hair, and we could hear his heart pounding wildly against his chest. He looked up and smiled at Jimmy, as he pulled something from out from his pocket. Jimmy smiled wide and held it between his fingers like it was some sort of trophy. If only Shauna knew that a bunch of perverted boys were rubbing their hands up and down a pair of her pink satin panties. We took turns sniffing them and imaging her wearing them in church. Yes, Craig had just stolen panties from the pastor’s daughter.
We drove back to the old farm and continued our wild night of spring break drinking. We treated Craig as if he was some sort of hero, and Jimmy carried him around on his shoulders. Craig was even given a title that night. In our little group he became known as ‘Craig the pink Panty gatherer’.
By now we were all pretty wasted. Even Jimmy was barely handling his liquor. Somehow one of our shoes landed high up on the barn roof. Craig was running around naked with the panties wrapped tightly on his head.
“Truth or dare?” Jimmy said, nearly falling into the fire-pit.
“Dare.” I replied, downing the rest of my cold beer.
Jimmy undid his metal pants zipper and fumbled inside his boxer shorts. He undid his jeans button and pulled his cock out of his boxer shorts. He began playing with it while we each drank another beer. Craig was completely oblivious to what we were doing. He was standing high up on the roof and waving the panties wildly like a flag while singing the star wars theme song. Jimmy set his beer down on the ground, and grabbed my arm.
“Touch my dick.” Jimmy said.
“But I’m not gay.” I replied.
Jimmy moved my hand up and down, and his cock started to turn harder.
“It’s a dare you’ve got to do it.” He said, moving my hand even faster.
He was right a dare is a dare, and his hard juicy cock was turning me on.
At least point I was pretty wasted, and it was hard not to ignore his massive cock swinging up and down in both our hands. Jimmy let out a soft grunt as I began thumbing the tip, while stroking him. I thought it was pee but it wasn’t warm enough. Something wet was definitely sliding down onto my fingers. Jimmy began to moan as I wrapped my hand next to the thick base of his cock. His thick hairy balls seem to ‘glue’ to the base of my hand as I moved it faster and faster. He sat up and pulled his pants down just past his knees. More and more of the liquid kept dripping down onto my closed fingers. Jimmy grabbed my hand and pressed it tightly between his big hairy legs.
A sudden warm rush came pouring out from the opening of his tip. It was much thicker and warmer then whatever the other liquid was. It was the same warm liquid I felt all over my hand whenever I looked at the dirty porn magazines hidden between my mattresses. But his was so much thicker, and there was so much of it spread all over my sore hand.
Jimmy kept drinking with his cock still dripping onto his thigh. He stroked his cock up and down a few more times because my hand was hurting. Another small white splash shot from between his legs, and landed right in the fire-pit. He drank another beer and pulled his pants back up. He gave me a pat on the shoulder and headed inside the barn. I sat at the fire for a few more minutes and finished my beer before heading in after him. Once I found a small comfortable space near the barn door, I drifted off to sleep.
It was almost noon by the time we all woke up. The roosters had been making noise for hours, but we were all too gone to hear them. We were covered in hay and dirt, and Craig somehow had fallen asleep on the barn roof. He had the stick beside him, and the pink panties were still proudly hoisted on it. My hand was still a thick sticky mess, and I quickly wiped it across my jeans before Craig would ask about it. The fire was still going strong and Jimmy cooked us sausages and bacon for breakfast. When Craig walked off to go pee, Jimmy took his thick cock out and jokingly stroked it in my direction. He walked closer to me and I began to stroke it again, but we heard Craig coming and quickly stopped.
After breakfast we climbed in the jeep and drove back to Shauna’s house. Her two little sisters were playing in the front, and she was hanging her laundry out in the warm spring sun. She was wearing a light pink sundress and humming church hymns. Jimmy pretended not stare at her perfect body. But who could resist her perfect figure. Her perfect plump breasts were pressed neatly against the top of her dress, and when she turned around to pick up her laundry bucket we all got a nice view of her pear shaped behind. We waited until they began going inside for lunch, and Craig got ready again. Shauna went in last, and we all ogled her perfect backside in her light summer dress.
Craig ran up to the door, and knocked on it as hard as he could. As soon as the door opened, he bolted towards the Jeep. Shauna came out to see what the commotion was all about. Jimmy had the brilliant idea of honking the horn as Craig climbed back into the jeep. We all laughed hysterically as she picked her panties up. Lucky for us, we got a decent peek at the top of her breasts peeking out of from her open top buttons.
Jimmy could barely keep a straight face in church Sunday morning as he grinned at Shauna. Shauna looked right at him and scratched the side of her cheek. It was pretty clear to all of us that she was giving Jimmy the middle finger, which he very much deserved. Jimmy laughed and punched Craig hard in the arm, causing the three of us to laugh like idiots.
After church we ate a late lunch over a Craig’s house. His family wasn’t rich like our families, but his mom made a wicked Mac and Cheese. After watching a bit of Sunday cartoons with his younger brothers, we got back in the jeep at went back to the farm. Jimmy grabbed a case of cold beer and set it down near the fire pit. The three of us drank beer after beer, and kept chucking random shit into the fire. After six or seven beers Jimmy badly needed to pee.
The only rule on the farm was that you peed in the stream. That was because the water would wash it off, and nobody else smelled it. Jimmy stumbled off his plastic chair and knocked it over on the ground. He grabbed his small pen flashlight, and walked over to the nearby stream. Just as he pulled his dick out from his boxers, he heard a big splash. We quickly grabbed our flashlights to see if he was ok. It turned out someone had sneaked up behind him, and shoved him forward. This was war, and we knew exactly who did it.
The three of us grabbed our flashlights and pointed them in their direction. Us boys tried to chase them down, but they ran faster than we thought possible. It was most likely one of the senior college girls from Shauna’s cheerleading team. Jimmy was covered head to toe in a thick layer of swamp mud. He was swearing so much that we couldn’t understand him. While pulling his pants back up, Jimmy swore he’d get those girls back any which way he could. Jimmy went to his Grandpa’s house to get cleaned up. He came back twenty minutes later with a fresh set of clean clothes. He forgot to do up his zipper, and the tip of his cock was pushing the opening in his boxer shorts. If only he knew had badly I wanted to touch that giant snake again.
We spent the rest of the night trying to find ways of getting those two girls back. If it were a bunch of boys, Jimmy would have probably beaten the crap out of them. But this was something different, and this was something Jimmy didn’t know. We also, had never seen that brunette girl before.
The next night Craig snuck up into her room again. We watched nervously as he moved around the room, looking for more of her underwear. It was a clear summer night, and even with her curtains drawn the moon lit up her room. It was enough that we could see Craig moving around and opening up her underwear drawer. He finally slipped back out of the window, and began to slide down the side of the house. Just as he hit the ground her bedroom light flicked on. She smiled from the window at waved at us. Our jaws nearly fell off, as she began to pick up her white cotton T-shirt.
We all stared in disbelief at the beautiful blonde in the bedroom window. She came closer to the window and pressed her white cotton shirt against the glass pane. Her shirt was pressed so tight that we could see her hard nipples against the window. She started slowly picking up her shirt, but instead she lifted both arms and gave us two middle fingers. Craig reached into his pocket to pull out the pair of panties he’d stolen. Craig was in for a very big surprise. She had somehow stolen his underwear from her top drawer! She even went as far as placing a giant red lipstick stain on the crotch of his underwear.