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I don't even remember which one of them it was, the first time I saw a friend naked. It was either Drake or Colin, two brothers I grew up with.
I had been friends with them since middle school, which was long enough that almost nothing felt weird anymore. I had eaten meals at their house more times than I could count. I knew their mom's schedule, knew how to read Drake's moods, which were more up and down than Colin’s, who was the even-keeled one. I knew all their different habits. I knew that Colin, even though he was the skinny one, would eat the last of anything in the fridge, even if it wasn’t his. I basically knew everything about them and their entire house.
Drake was the older one by two years. He was bigger, and taller, more built, with a broader frame. He had played every sport going through school and his body showed it. He moved slowly when he didn't need to move fast and quickly when he did, and he never seemed to think about either.
Colin was leaner and faster, a different kind of athletic. He ate garbage, slept ten hours when he could, and still looked like he worked out. He had a plain face, but not in a bad way. People would meet him for the first time and think they already knew him. He had already learned to tell people, “I just have one of those faces”.
I was skinny, and I felt fine about it, but the two of them were more “hot”, whereas girls reliably called me “cute”, which you tend to notice after a while is a non-insignificant distinction. I had learned over time that it was different word for a reason. I could see the difference when I looked at them. They were more classically attractive, and I just didn’t have like, cheek bones, or a jawline, or whatever it was they had.
Drake and Colin they look enough alike that from behind, at a distance, in bad lighting, they could be the same person. The time I saw one of them naked was a few years ago, and while the image is still burned into my brain, I can’t recall exactly which one it was. They even have a birthmark in the same spot on the left side of their ass. They have the same pale skin, dark, curly hair, similar builds even. The family resemblance is strong.
So I genuinely cannot say which brother I caught a glimpse of that afternoon. I just remember a smooth, head to toe glance of another male, the shape of an ass that was toned from sports, the defined curves of an athletic side profile.
I was waiting in the hallway outside the bathroom, the door open a crack, the way it always was in their house, because the latch never caught right. I wasn't actually trying to look, as curious as I was at the time what my friends’ bodies looked like. I was just standing there, thinking he was just going for a pee, and waiting my turn, playing on my phone. Then I saw a naked guy step from the sink to the shower, crossing the visual gap the door had left, and the angle was exactly lined up to see nudity.
My eyes were glued to the image of it reflexively.
And then, as he turned, the front of him for just a second before he pulled the glass door open. He had a sparse trail of hair leading down his abs, and a small, thick bush pubes above a dick that was, plump in a way. It wasn’t hard exactly, but I knew it was bigger than mine. It swayed, jiggling as he stepped in, rather than just bouncing on his balls like mine did. It literally hung down further than mine, requiring different physics. There was a decent set of balls going with it, and I just couldn’t look away. I don’t even think I blinked once until glass door steamed up, his dick and ass fading into obscurity.
His shape went soft and indistinct, and I snapped out of it. I wiped my face, realizing I literally drooled for a second while I was staring. I made myself look away. I didn’t have to pee anymore. I had a whole different situation going on in my pants at this point, that I completely pushed out of my thoughts.
—[]—
It was a couple years before I saw the nude male form again in person, and naturally, it was Drake and Colin.
I was hanging at their house one day, when nothing was really going on. Colin had to finish some homework, and I looked out the window and saw Drake shirtless in the sun. He was in the backyard, and he was supposed to be mowing the lawn, but he was kind of just goofing off and procrastinating the chore, doing nothing in particular. I don't know what came over me, but I got some burst of energy, some testosterone spike, and I felt like I wanted to take a shot at him. He was bigger than me, and I knew it, but I was feeling fearless for no reason at all, and I was in the mood to test my strength.
I stepped outside and crept up behind him while he looked down at his phone, the lawn mower idling several feet away from him. I lunged for him and grabbed him from behind, got maybe two seconds of surprise on my side, but I had barely managed to shift his body when he got a footing, turned around, and put me on the ground without much effort.
He lifted me swiftly, and landed me on my back, knocking the wind out of me, my head landing surprisingly softly onto the grass. He didn’t stop there, though, and he dropped down onto me immediately, one knee between my legs, his hands on my shoulders and his weight distributed in a way that made it hard to get any leverage. He was chuckling as he watched me try to get away. I started laughing as I bucked and twisted and tried to get a leg free, but every time I moved, he adjusted. He moved up and straddled me, rendering my attempts to escape futile as his ass held down my hips, his hands moved to my wrists, and my flailing legs found nothing but air.
His thighs came tighter around my hips as the struggle continued, and at some point I became aware that his shorts were loose and thin, and that the volume of flesh pressing forward in his shorts was very much pressing down against my stomach.
I kept moving because stopping felt worse than admitting I had noticed his dick and balls basically touching me, and that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. My breathing was hard and uneven and every exhale basically shifted him closer to me. His shorts let everything move freely, and his low hanging manhood was suddenly all I could think about. I could feel the weight of him shifting with me, and at some point in the middle of all that straining I thought I felt something change. I paused to breathe, while he kept his death grip on my body, and I felt a small twitch, a tension, something in his shorts that moved on its own.
Just before I geared myself up for another attempt at escape, he seemed to notice the situation himself, and he pushed off me, quickly standing up.
He adjusted his shorts quickly, then reached down and pulled me to my feet without any ceremony.
He smiled at me. "You good?"
"Yeah," I said.
“You dick,” he said.
“I’ll get you next time,” I said, my empty words not affecting him at all.
“Okay.”
I went back inside and poured myself a glass of water. Colin came in behind me, and I turned to face him as I chugged. He looked up and down at my dirty clothes.
“The fuck happened to you?”
—[]—
I hadn’t exactly planned on sleeping over that night, but honestly, I never really planned it. When it got late before I had the impetus to leave, one of them would just say, “You should crash,” and I would.
It was a Friday. We had eaten, gone through three different things to watch before landing on something none of us actually cared about, and were lying around in that post-dinner state, making each other crack up as we talked about people from school, doing impressions and talking some smack and stuff like that. It had the vibe of a sleepover already.
At one point Drake was on the couch, still shirtless, one arm behind his head, unknowingly showing off his excess of arm pit hair compared to my never-gonna-happen patch, staring at the screen with about forty percent of his attention. Colin was on the floor. I was in an armchair.
I found myself watching Drake as he reached into the front of his shorts, adjusting himself thoroughly, like he was doing one of those balls scratches where you pinch the skin and twist it gently, the most satisfying kind. I don’t really know why I was watching, but I kept looking as he pulled his hand back out. He brought his hand up toward his face, in another boys-would-know ritual that is rarely spoken but (probably?) universal, and he sniffed his fingers.
He did it quickly, and it made me feel something. I had done it myself a thousand times. In my head I knew other guys might do it out of instinct, but it made me pause. I almost wanted to know what his balls smelled like, if they smelled like mine.
Drake put his hand back on his stomach and kept watching TV.
I looked back at the screen.
—[]—
A few minutes later, Colin started laughing a lot, and Drake and I crawled over to see what the fuss was.
He removed his airpods and turned his phone toward us. It was a tiktok video. A broey dude was explaining, with demonstration, that the human butt, even on a guy, can look convincingly enough like a pair of tits that it is “possible to masturbate to”.
We all laughed, Colin cracking up even harder, which made Drake and me laugh harder too.
It was kind of just a typical brain-rot video, but it was extra funny for some reason. The funny tiktok guy was very confident about it.
Drake grabbed the phone and replayed it, and we laughed some more. It took us a full minute or so to calm down and catch our breaths, before Colin spoke.
"That's actually not wrong," he said.
Drake shrugged. "We should see."
This was how things went with us. One person proposed something stupid, and the rest of us went along until we hit the natural limit of it. We had been doing stuff like that our whole lives, but the limit had never been pushed toward taking off our clothes.
Colin was first. He seemed genuinely curious as he dropped the back of his shorts, leaving his dick covered, and basically just showed us his ass. Drake and I chuckled as we watched him attempt to get in the position of the guy from the video.
“It’s not working,” Drake said. “It’s just your butt.”
He tried sitting on the floor. “What about this? Cleavage?”
“Maybe a little,” Drake said.
I couldn’t really find it in myself to comment. The whole thing was tripping me up a bit. I got kind of a rush from the idea of doing naked activities.
“You try,” Colin said to Drake, who dropped his own shorts as quickly as Colin had.
“Here, take a pic from the right angle,” he said to me as he held his butt cheeks together.
I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach, and took out my phone, dropping it on accident. No one said anything as I bent to pick it up, then stayed squatted down, looking at Drake’s ass up close while I took a few pics, trying to make it look like boobs.
“I don’t know,” Colin said, “Maybe that guy in the video just has the right butt for it.”
They both looked at me. I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”
For some reason, I didn’t get much of a say in the next part. Colin got on his knees behind me as I stood up, and whipped my shorts and underwear down together in one go, making me laugh out of shock as I reached for them and pulled them up in the front.
Drake was taking pics already, zooming in, blocking out the rest of my body.
I liked the attention, even if I was self conscious.
“How’s it look?” I asked.
Drake and Colin stood shoulder to shoulder and looked at the phone as Drake swiped through the pics.
“Wow,” he said calmly, “Yeah. It looks like tits.”
I turned my head and failed to look at my own ass. The two of them looked down too. Drake reached out and squeezed my butt cheek, making me flinch. Colin mirrored him on the other side and gave me a firm grope with his whole hand.
“Nice,” I said, nibbling on the inside of my cheek, pretending not to feel embarrassed about the escalated attention.
"You win," Drake said. He was leaning closer to my ass. I was just trying to make sure I didn’t fart or anything, while they continued poking me and touching me, making me tense it up and then release.
We stayed like that a quiet beat.
"I'd let you guys titty fuck me any day," I said, and the tension broke.
Colin lost it entirely, grabbing his stomach as he started to laugh hard, like he was out of breath immediately. Drake smiled, smacking my butt to make a loud clap before sitting back down on the couch. I pulled my pants up and settled back into my spot.
The conversation moved on, and we told jokes and goofed around for a long time. I never really stopped thinking about their attention on my butt. I was secretly hoping they would bring it up again, or maybe we would find a new reason to expose ourselves some more. But the hours passed without much highlight until it was time to go to sleep.
—[]—
Whenever I stayed over, for whatever reason, Colin slept in Drake’s room, and the three of us would crash on Drake’s big bed, and Colin would usually wind up on the floor at some time during the night.
We turned off the lights and fucked around for a bit longer before finally succumbing to late night exhaustion. I was in the middle.
The room was dark and quiet.
Colin said, "Hey. Fair warning. Drake humps people in his sleep sometimes."
I started cracking up. We had done a million sleepovers and I never experienced this.
Drake said, "I don't do that."
"You did it to me," Colin said. "Twice."
"You were in my spot."
"I was on the floor."
Drake said nothing.
"I don't care," I said. Because I didn't. Or I did, but I didn’t hate the idea.
The laughing died down. That was a strange revelation. Why were they even sleeping in the same room if I wasn’t there? Do they do that all the time? I had questions but it didn’t seem like they were in the mood to continue on that topic. We were quiet for a long time, and, as usual, I heard them each fall asleep beside me. I turned to my side, facing Colin, and heard his breathing become audible as his bare back slowly rose and fell. Drake was behind me, facing the other way.
I could feel the warmth coming off of Drake behind me, the small shift of the mattress every time he adjusted. His feet moved until he was touching my leg.
I closed my eyes.
—[]—
I woke up to movement. I didn’t move, but my body was being held while I rocked forward and back. I realized after a moment that a hand was holding my hip while something touched me from behind. Warm skin pressed against my back, toned pecs. My shorts were down. Colin was gone, probably on the floor.
Drake had worked my shorts down at some point while I was asleep, far enough to show my ass, and he was pressed up against me from behind, slowly and rhythmically thrusting his hips at me, as his big, hard dick rubbed hard on my ass.
His breathing was low and even, in a way that meant he could be doing this in his sleep, exactly how I was warned. I didn’t really think he was sleeping, but it didn’t matter, because my instinct wasn’t to move away anyway. I liked being held, and I was getting a thrill I didn’t recognize.
I lay still. I kept my breathing where it was. I let my eyes stay mostly closed, and I thought about what was happening.
He was big. At least I thought so. It’s hard to judge size without holding it in my hand, to compare the feeling to my own dick. But pressed against me, rubbing up and down, it felt like a sizable piece of meat.
He went slowly, like he was being patient. His hips kept a mechanical pace, and the friction built as it got warmer between us. A layer of sweat made it easier to glide between my butt cheeks as it continued. I was hard, and I wanted to touch myself but knew I had to pretend to be asleep, or else he might stop. It was probably five minutes before anything changed at all.
His breathing got heavier, and I felt it against me. I got a chill down my spine, and I might’ve even shivered for a moment, but he didn’t react. I lay there and breathed and let it happen as he thrust hard and stopped. I felt warmth trickle down my ass. He thrust again, and i felt the pulsing shaft squirt some more onto me. It dripped down between my globes of ass, a paint job done well.
He went still one last time, and held there for a long moment. I kept my eyes closed and my breathing even and waited, again. His lips found the left side of my jaw, dropping a quick kiss before he separated from me. I felt the cool air hit my back and ass where he left, as he turned over and faced away. I stayed where I was, the thrilling pulsing through my body as I waited, for something, I didn’t even know what.
The room was quiet, and soon, he was asleep again.
I lay on my side and stared at the dark shape of the wall, and after a moment I became aware of something else in the room, a presence.
I looked toward the floor.
Colin was down on the fuzzy rug with a blanket, propped up on one elbow, looking directly at me. His eyebrows were up.
I looked back at him.
He looked at me.
Neither of us said anything for a long moment. I knew he was saying something telepathically. He must have seen the whole thing.
I slipped off the edge of the bed, carefully, keeping the mattress from shifting. My shorts were still pulled down and I didn't fix them. I could feel the mess between my cheeks, warm and obvious. I smelled it at this point, the familiar scent of a load of boy batter, but the first time it wasn’t my own.
I padded over to Colin's sleeping bag and lay on my stomach next to him, and we looked at each other in the dark.
"You let him do that," Colin whispered.
It wasn't a question. I shrugged.
He looked at me. I looked at him.
"You want a go?" I said.
His eyes changed. Something in them lit up that had been sitting behind whatever neutral expression he had been holding, and he pushed his sleeping bag aside, revealing his toned body and a tight pair of boxer briefs, and he up onto his knees.
He stayed quiet as he climbed up behind me, straddling my body. I looked back and saw his boxers were removed, his stiff dick pointing up in the air already. He seemed like an animal ready to mount me, turned on and desperate to play with the ass he had probably been thinking about all night.
“Don’t look,” he whispered, and I turned my face back to the pillow as he brought his hips to meet my ass.
His firmness pressed against me, slipping between my cheeks easily, and I felt his hand hold it down tighter as he rubbed it up and down slowly, testing the waters. There was no question of what was already there, the wet slickness of the load Drake had left. He moved slowly, deliberately testing out the angles of my body on himself, as he held his breath intermittently, apparently overstimulated by the sensations.
He changed positions, dropping his elbows to either side of my back and letting his chest rest on my back, while he continued humping into the lubricated pocket my ass made for him. His head dropped next to mine, and his warm breath hit my face.
He started to move, and it felt even more like “sex” than the first brother had. I was being held down by body weight, and I was being thrust against. It felt animalistic.
Soon his dick was catching slightly against my actual hole, and I liked the feeling. He was humping at a more direct angle, and it was pushing slightly “in” rather than up and down.
I started to look forward to it hitting that spot again, even trying to move my body to make it happen more. He started to pick up speed, the slick rubbing actually making a little noise as it squished back and forth. I didn’t want it to end quickly, not before I really went for it.
"Just stick it in," I finally whispered, turning my head toward his.
He stopped for a second. I could feel the gears grinding in his head.
He shifted his hips. He didn’t even reach down. He just pulled back until his dick was right where it needed to go, and he pushed forward slowly between my cheeks, until his dick found my hole. He pushed it in.
I tensed up, surprised at the sudden pressure. He paused. I reached back for his hip, feeling his own toned ass, and quietly pulled him downward. I wanted him to continue.
He went slowly, one careful inch at a time, and I kept my face down and breathed through it, and he gave me time. He had more patience than I had given him credit for and more stamina than his brother had shown, and he worked at it steadily, quietly, with a deep concentration. I felt his measured breaths against my ear as he held himself back from going too hard. His abs tensed against my body, and soon he was resting his weight on me again, fully penetrated.
“You’re inside me,” I whispered.
“Shut up,” he said, and I chuckled. In the darkness, I could see him smile, with a strained look behind it.
“I won’t last,” he said quietly, moving his mouth to my ear.
“Finish inside,” I whispered, turning my face back to the pillow.
He thrust deeply, barely moving his steel-hard dick a centimeter, finding my deepest parts with his tool, and he did it again. The third time he held it there, and I felt it swell up slightly larger. It pulsed rapidly, and he exhaled a broken breath against my cheek as he filled me with his seed.
It seemed like a long orgasm, and when he was finally done, he pulled out, a little too quickly, and scooted over, giving me space. I rolled onto my back, feeling the mess on me, the stretching my body had taken from the inside.
I looked at Colin. He was looking up to the bed. Drake was looking down at us. His head rested on one arm as he smirked.
"Well," he said at normal volume. "I didn't know that was an option."