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Chapter 2: Cockfight
I thought about the shower a lot over the next two days.
Not just the accidental blowjob, though I thought about that too, more than I wanted to admit. It was crazy that something like that would happen to me. I guess in college, around men, that kind of thing happens? It ran through my mind that Charlie must have done it on purpose. Maybe it was a favor to me, like he wanted to give me a testosterone boost? I gave up trying to piece it together, but it was the other thing that kept coming back to mind. The weight of his big balls in my palm, the way he just offered to let me hold his whole package in my hand, patiently while I stood there covering my boner with my hand. I'd never held another guy's balls before. I hadn't known it was something I was curious about until I was doing it, and then I couldn't stop thinking about it.
I saw Charlie again two days later. Same time, same floor, doing the same routine. He nodded to me right away, already sweaty, in a navy blue tank top this time. He waved me over and showed me a new movement, corrected my hip position twice, and told me my “posterior chain” was coming along. He didn’t seem awkward about what had happened before at all. In fact, it felt like he was treating me like a little brother, not exactly condescending, just attentive. He was being the older guy I never had in my life. It felt like he had decided I was worth his time, and I got a good feeling in my stomach that only grew as he provided more and more coaching and info about toxic male pseudoscience.
In the shower afterward, nothing happened. He hung his bag on my hook again, left his curtain open, and talked about protein timing while we sudsed our junk together. I kept my curtain open too. We were just two guys showering, and I felt slightly more whole.
I went home and wrote everything down.
That became the pattern over the next few weeks. Most mornings we overlapped, almost always alone around the time the gym opened. He kept teaching me stuff, I kept writing things down in my journal afterward back at my dorm, while my roommate snored away behind me. I got used to seeing him fully naked. I got used to the showers, and at some point I stopped feeling nervous about it and started feeling basically comfortable.
Then one Saturday morning, after a session, he stepped into my shower stall instead of the one across from me.
I didn't say anything. He picked up my soap without asking and started working it across my back, feeling the “muscle” there, pressing into my shoulders, like a light massage. It felt glorious, having his firm fingers press in. I had never had a real massage, and the workouts had apparently given me lots of tension to release.
"You're getting some meat back here," he said.
He moved his hands down and squeezed my ass with both of palms pressed into me firmly. "You don't even have any ass hair. It's like a girl's ass."
I stood there under the water and tried to look like that was a normal thing someone had just said to me. I liked being touched. I didn’t really like that I liked it.
Then I got a rapid boner. He saw it and chuckled.
"You woke up the beast," I said, trying to sound like I wasn't embarrassed.
He set the soap down. "See you at the tonight at the party?"
I looked at him. "The what?"
He was already pulling his shirt on. "I’ll text you the address. It’s a good group of guys."
I didn't ask anything else. I didn't know what I would have asked. I had been to plenty of freshman-style ragers, which were pretty much just loud music and red cups and not being able to hear the person next to you, then some drunk girl tries to make out with you and you try to avoid getting puked on. But I had a feeling a party with Charlie would be different.
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The address he sent was an apartment two blocks off campus. I heard the noise before I even knocked, voices, music, a room full of guys who were already rowdy, and it was barely past sunset. Someone opened the door and I didn't recognize him but he waved me in like he did.
There were probably fifteen guys there, and no girls. I was the youngest by at least two years and the shortest by a few inches, even at a solid five-foot-ten. The room was warm with bodies. Someone handed me a red cup and I held it without taking a sip.
I looked around for Charlie and found him leaning against the far wall, talking to an athletic guy with a lacrosse shirt on and a sharp jawline. Charlie caught my eye and nodded once. That was his typical greeting, nothing new there.
I talked to the guy who let me in. He was a junior, and we were in the same major. I kept hearing guys in my periphery talk about a “cockfight” that was supposed to happen, and I started to realize that this party was some form of that, whatever it was. Before I had a chance to ask the guy I was talking to, he moved on, and another guy started talking to me, a tall and lean dude with a backwards hat on who started asking me which pornstar I thought was “hottest right now.” We laughed and I felt a bit at ease.
I still didn't know what a cockfight was. I picked up fragments from conversations around me, something about rankings, something about a spreadsheet. I ended up not asking, afraid of seeming dumb. I was trying to look like I belonged there.
Then the guy with the lacrosse shirt, Reese, someone had called him, pulled a MacBook off the coffee table and started connecting it to the TV. A few people stopped talking to watch what he was doing.
“What’s on the marquis today, boys?”
A few people shouted out some girls’ names, probably pornstars as far as I knew, to varying levels of enthusiasm from the group.
"Highlights reel," somebody said, and then half the room cheered.
I looked at Charlie, who was closer to me now, just a couple people between us. He was watching me. He didn't explain anything.
Reese opened a folder on his desktop. It was full of video files, a long list of them. He selected them all and opened them as a playlist, and the first one started on the big screen.
A guy's face filled the TV, setting up a camera. Some guys in the room reacted, laughing and pointing, and I followed their eyes to a guy sitting across from me on the couch. He was the guy on the video. He grinned and took a bow without standing up.
In the video he stepped back from the camera and he was naked and hard, and there was a girl on the bed behind him. Her face was obscured in the video, and her voice was heard saying, “Just don’t show my face.”
"Oh shit," I muttered.
He proceeded to crawl on top of her and stick in in as a few guys cheered. He fucked her for the camera. The room was only partially watching. Guys were talking over it, finishing drinks, someone throwing a chip at Reese.
The next video started and the reaction was louder.
"Man meat!" someone shouted, and now most of the room stopped what they were doing to watch.
It was Charlie.
He was setting up his own camera in what looked like a dorm room. He stepped back and he was naked and fully hard. His monster cock looked even bigger on this video than it did when I saw it hard. I could tell the clip was a year or two old, from how his body had grown, but he was still dense and muscular, probably just eighteen in this video.
I felt my stomach do a flip as he showed off for the camera, flexing his arms, running a hand over his chest, grinning. Then he turned his attention to the girl on the bed. He started to bang her hard, and he kept stopping to flex for the camera, turning sideways, showing off his dick at different angles. He knew how to play a crowd.
I watched the whole thing without blinking, mesmerized. His hips moved like an animal. It was even better than working out with him. I felt myself getting achingly hard. I looked around nervously, and noticed the whole room was also gently readjusting themselves, even Charlie, which made sense. What I didn’t realize, was that they were preparing for something.
"Alright boys," Reese said, pausing without standing up.
He looked around the room with the expression of someone who had done this many times. "Three. Two. One."
I had no idea what the countdown meant. The guys around me had gone still during it, bracing slightly, which I noticed a half second too late.
Then Charlie's hand was in my waistband.
He yanked my pants down in one motion, aggressive and fast, and I didn't even react in time. By the time I understood what was happening I saw that it was happening everywhere. Every guy in the room was giggling and laughing while wrestling with the one next to him, getting pants down, and then…
Everyone was jerking each other off.
Right in the open in front of everyone else, all of them settled into a mutual masturbation rhythm, acting like this wasn’t the craziest thing.
I sat there for a second with my pants around my knees while Charlie’s fist rubbed my hard dick, his bulky forearm rubbing against my side. My brain was completely offline.
I looked up to his face and he was watching me. "You gonna just sit there?"
I reached over and pulled at his sweatpants. He lifted his hips to help, which somehow made it worse, and then we were both sorted out, dicks out in the open, and I wrapped my hand around his large meat tube, my fingers not even touching as I held it tight.
"You're going down," he said, and started stroking me faster.
I matched his pace as best I could.
"What the fuck is going on?" I muttered, getting slightly out of breath.
He chuckled. "This your first cockfight?"
I started to put the pieces together, finally. It was some sort of competition. It seemed like the idea was to get the other guy off before he made you bust a nut. Whoever finishes first loses. In retrospect, it started to explain the energy in the room from the moment I walked in.
I watched in awe as dicks of all sizes and colors and shapes got stroked out in the open. Some were big. None beat Charlie as far as I could see. Some were tiny, disappearing into the fist of the guy doing it. I saw one guy say “Dammit,” and jizz in the first minute.
“Poor guy,” Charlie muttered when he saw it too.
I leaned over and spit on Charlie’s dick, adding some lubrication before looking up to smile at him. He chuckled.
"Two can play at that," he said.
He shifted his grip, spit on his other hand and pressed one firm, wet finger straight down under my balls. He basically lifted me up with a quick flick of his arm muscle, the strength of which surprised me. A finger appeared quickly between my butt cheeks and a second later shoved its way directly up into me, right in front of a room full of dudes doing the gayest competition imaginable. I felt my face turn red and I forgot about everything in the world for a second. It felt weirdly good, the shooting sensation combined with the stimulation on my dick.
I came immediately, before I even felt the orgasm. It was like it was delayed.
“Oh shit,” I muttered quietly, my abdomen twitching as the orgasm hit me next. Charlie was looking right at me, half smiling, like he was curious how I would react.
He never stopped rubbing me as his finger twisted around inside me, feeling even better than it had at first.
“What the fuck,” I said, a little too loud, and some guys looked away from their own chaos to see what was happening.
“No way,” someone said, “Charlie fingered the new freshman kid.”
The fallout was undercut by a loud orgasm occurring on the other side of the room.
“Fuck!” someone shouted, half in pleasure and half in the agony of defeat. All eyes crossed to watch his explosion, much to the joy of the one jerking him off, and it seemed my own dramatic climax was quickly dismissed.
"Keep going," Charlie whispered to me calmly, like none of it was interesting. "It's in your best interest."
I chuckled, and I kept going. Eventually the dicks in the room started to explode, one by one, and I got Charlie over the edge too. When I finally started feeling him breath heavier, his body tensing, I got a flashback of the shower when he came in my mouth. His dick pulsed to maximum size, and for a moment, I almost put my mouth on it. My mind was still undecided when he went still, and I stroked the load out of him as it sprayed his abs, a big, watery load that quickly dripped down his sides.
As the dicks in the room released their loads, my dick never really went soft. I knew that would happen. Everything was too intense. Butts started to disappear as guys stood up and pulled their pants back up. The guys started to devolve into a general party atmosphere, and someone turned music up.
Reese was moving around the room with a notebook, asking questions, writing things down. "When did you finish, when did your guy finish." He got to us. Charlie answered for both of us without looking at me.
"I'll add these to the spreadsheet tonight," Reese said. "I'll have an AI run the new rankings."
He moved on to the next pair.
I pulled my pants up. Just as someone started talking about “when the girls were coming over,” Charlie turned to me. “You wanna head out?”
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On the walk back Charlie was quiet for the first block and a half.
"That was crazy," I finally said.
"It's just a thing we do," he said. "Goes back to the old days, apparently. Like when the university was founded."
I didn't ask for more details. I didn’t really care that I had done something super gay with a bunch of fratty “bro” types. I just thought it was cool that I had done something with Charlie, outside of the gym. I walked next to him and thought about the finger in my ass and tried not to say anything about it, or how good it felt.
We got to my door first, since his place was on the other side of campus.
“See you around,” I said, trying to act nonchalant after a crazy night.
“Yeah,” he said, “Let’s hang out again soon.”
I smiled involuntarily when he said that, and nodded. He smiled back warmly, and waited for me to get inside before he headed off.