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Chapter 2: Girth Check
"So," I said after a second, "I think you owe my roommate a hundred bucks."
Nick’s eyes went wide. He stepped out and pulled the door shut behind him instead of letting me in, which told me his roommate was asleep in there. He looked left, then right, down the empty hallway, checking. He was shocked but he was smiling, this nervous, excited grin he couldn't get off his face.
"What??" he said.
"Yeah," I said. "And I saw you, too."
He got sheepish then, the grin going soft, his hand coming up to the back of his neck. "I had to try it, after you said how good it looked.”
He stepped closer to me, looking at me. “But I never thought you would do it. You seemed like..." He searched for the words. "You were too much of a normy."
"I don't know," I said. "I guess I’m more wild than I thought. And you made it look fun."
"Oh yeah?"
“You, uh… you seemed like you had a good time.”
“So you took him for a sloppy seconds when I left?” He was leaning close to me now, smiling ear to ear.
“Yeah,” I said, feeling the smile pull at my lips. “It was kinda… awesome.”
He turned to look at his door, then back at me. We read each other’s minds. We wanted to go somewhere where we could talk freely, at normal volume.
"Hold on," he said. "Let me grab clothes."
He slipped back into his room and came out a few seconds later pulling a shirt over his head, sweatpants on, moving quiet so he wouldn't wake his roommate. He shut the door soft behind him.
—[]—
So we walked. No destination, just out into the cold and around campus the long way, and we talked the whole time. About the bet, about Peter, about the absolute insanity of the night, both of us still wired and not ready to be alone yet.
“Was that the first time you fucked him?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, “We’d been chatting on snapchat for a bit though.”
“No shit,” I said.
“I hit him up once when I was drunk. I was with a few guys from my hall and I told them about your crazy, gay roommate and his apparently ‘magnificent’ butt.”
“I never said…”
“So they pestered me until I messaged him on snap. I told him me and boys wanted to see it and he sent it immediately, without even saying anything.”
“Sounds like him,” I said, nodding.
“And then, you know, we just chatted here and there. And then tonight I finally said I would fuck him. Girls have been prudish as hell lately.”
“I know, right?” I said, “Same with me.”
“Must be midterms,” he said.
Every few minutes one of us would say something that made the other one crack up, and it kept building, this energy between us. It was different than our friendship before. I knew I felt good. I knew I hadn’t fucked everything up. I knew Nick and I were still cool.
"Okay, real talk," Nick said. "Was it weird? Like in the moment."
"It was weird the whole time," I said. "But not as weird as I thought it would be."
"That's what I'm saying." He was nodding fast. "That's exactly what I'm saying."
We kept going like that, comparing notes, two athletes who'd attempted the same zero-chance play and gotten the same insanely successful outcome. And soon it stopped being about Peter at all and started being about us, me and Nick.
"Girth check," he said suddenly, and pulled his waistband open.
It was a running joke on the team. Somebody says girth check, you flash your dick for half a second, everybody laughs, nobody actually looks. But I actually looked. He was hard, and I hadn't seen it at that state before, not a direct look anyway.
"Smash," I said, because I didn't know what else to say.
We both lost it laughing. But I'd looked, and he knew I'd looked, and we were both giddy about it.
—[]—
It was almost four in the morning when we ended up back at my dorm building. We stopped outside the door, and neither of us moved for a minute.
When the conversation faded, he pulled me into a hug.
It wasn't a typical bro hug. There was no back-slap, no quick squeeze and release. He just wrapped me up and held on, his arms all the way around me, his chin buried in my neck, and I held on back. It went on. Ten seconds, then twenty, then long past any typical hetero hug. His chest was warm and solid against mine, big and firm and broad, and I could feel him breathing. Our hips pressed together, and our bulges mingled, both of us hard against each other through two layers of fabric.
Then he kissed me on the neck. He did it in an almost fully hetero way, like it was just part of the hug. We stood there like that for a second, barely moving, basically grinding without admitting we were grinding.
Through all the excitement of the night, it was still truly late, even for me. My eyes closed, and my head started to feel heavy against his shoulder, and I had the strange thought that we could fall asleep like this, standing up in the cold.
He let me go.
"Night, man," he said.
"Night.”
I went inside. Peter had relocated to his own bed at some point, passed out on his stomach with the blanket kicked off and his bare ass exposed to the room. It wasn't the first time I'd come home to that. It was different now, though. I had put it in there. I looked at it differently than I would have a day ago, and then I climbed into my own bed, and I passed out, noting the distinct aroma of male bodies and sex.
—[]—
Waking up was somehow easier than I expected.
Peter was already at his desk in his underwear with big headphones on, doing something on his laptop.
"Morning, stud," he said, without looking at me, sounding like he had a sore throat.
"Hey, Peter," I said with a drier tone than normal, rubbing my face. "Your voice raspy?"
"My throat's a little sore," he said. Then, a beat later, "Because your dick is so big."
"Okay," I said, chuckling, trying to stop that line of dialogue.
He turned his head and smirked at me, then went back to his screen. He was building something technical, a website maybe, lines of stuff I didn't understand.
"Are we..." I started.
"Yeah," he said. "We're cool.”
I just nodded.
“Take me again anytime, by the way," he added.
"Like... anytime?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Don't even ask," he said, nodding once, never looking away from the computer.
"What about Nick?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Bring him."
I let out a breath I had held for a full minute.
—[]—
I met up with Nick for lunch. We both smiled nervously when we saw each other, telepathically acknowledging the weirdness, but clearly both having a good morning already. We talked about everything except what had happened, even though the phrase “gay sex” was running through my mind on repeat.
Within a few minutes, we were slamming french fries into our mouths and belly laughing about random jokes. The friendship was intact, maybe better than it was before. We sat across from each other eating junk food like two normal guys, and the entire time there was this thing under the table neither of us would name.
"You wanna hit the gym?" he said.
"Yeah," I said. "Let's go."
The gym was a little different. I spotted him on bench, my crotch right over his face, like normal, while he pushed up more weight than I could, his chest blowing up under the bar, his face going red. And seeing the large mounds of pec tighten under his shirt made me think about the hug from last night, even more than the gay sex with my roommate.
The showers afterward were different, too. We were technically supposed to shower in the regular student lockers, but since we were hockey players, we were able to sneak into the big, athlete-only shower room. Normally, there were ten or twenty guys in there with us, but today it was just me and Nick and the hot water. And this one didn’t have any dividers between the shower heads.
We got naked and walked around like we were even more nudist and unabashed than normal, leaving our towels far away from us. We turned on a bunch of the shower heads, turning it into a steamy water blasted fun zone as we bounced around the white tile. We poured out a ton of the body wash from the dispensers, sudsing ourselves until we looked like snowmen.
“Look, I got snowballs,” Nick said, with a bunch of white suds on his scrotum, making it look like they were indeed made of snow.
His muscular thighs and thick dick were visible in patches as the suds sank down his body, and when he turned around, showing his big, muscular ass, I got another idea.
“I’m gonna try something we used to do on the team in high school,” I said as I reached for the dispenser.
I carefully opened the top, and dipped my hand into it, pulling out a handful of the liquid body wash. I dripped it down the front of my body without letting it get sudsy, then dropped down onto the tile floor of the shower.
“Push me,” I said.
Nick smiled, getting onto his knees and grabbing my feet. He pushed me hard and I slid all the way to the wall, laughing like a little boy all the way. I spun my body before I smacked into the tile, and landed my feet directly on the wall. I pushed myself off and rocketed right back toward him.
His eyes went wide and he couldn’t slip out of the way before I collided directly into him, the meat between his legs pressing into my face. My hands reached for his legs to stop myself as my cheeks and nose got sudsy from his balls and dick smashing into them.
“Nut tap,” he said.
He got onto his belly as well, and we slid around, pushing each other back and forth, colliding with walls and each other, our butts up in the air as we got giddy and stupid and acted like we were kids again. It was ecstatic fun until a random freshman in a polo shirt appeared at the doorway.
We didn’t see him at first, until he announced himself for what sounded like the third time, based on his impatience.
“You guys aren’t supposed to be in here,” he said loudly over the sounds of showers running and two dudes giggling loudly in the echoing, tiled room.
We both looked up, our smiles unfazed, our perky butts in the air, knowing we must look ridiculous. He looked like he was a student-worker, and his job was to clear the rowdy jocks from where they weren’t supposed to be. He looked nervous.
“Sorry, buddy, we’ll head out,” Nick said.
We stood up, our dicks on display now, but we were in the shower so we still weren’t feeling bashful. I saw the dude had a nametag on that said “Jimmy”, with a little school logo.
He looked down quickly, like it was an instinct to see what our bodies looked like, then just nodded.
“That looks fun though,” Jimmy said, a little smile forming on his boyish face.
I smiled too. “It is.”
He watched us for another second, then headed out as we walked back to get our stuff.
"We should go see Peter," Nick said as he started toweling off his dick and balls, looking at me.
"You read my mind," I said, smirking.
When I pulled out my phone, I saw a notification from Peter. He had started sharing location with me. I opened it quickly, and he was at the dorm.
“Speak of the devil,” I said.
Nick just smiled.
—[]—
The walk back was quick.
Peter was waiting for us when I opened the door, lying on his front on his bed, in just a jockstrap. His butt was perfectly framed by two little straps. I had seen similar straps on a million male butts over the years, but they were never quite this aesthetic.
The straps perfectly framed the ass that started this whole thing, and Peter looked back at the two of us walking in together and smiled.
"There they are," he said.
Nick and I approached him tentatively, not sure how to do this. It was strange, but the anticipation was throbbing in both of our pants. Nick approached Peter’s face and whipped himself out of his pants, pointing his big dick at his face. Peter opened his mouth and took him in quickly, and it had started.
I dropped my pants and kicked them off quickly, pulling my shirt over my head last as I crawled on top of Peter’s smooth body. My hard dick hovered over his round cheeks and I grabbed them.
I groped and jostled them for a moment, watching them jiggle independently.
“Can I just…”
Mmm-hmm, Peter moaned around my dick, affirming the openness of his ass without taking Nick’s dick out of his mouth.
I pushed into his ass, looking for the hole, and it was warm, but I found resistance. It wasn’t as wet as the night before. I looked at Peter, who was busy bobbing his head. I turned to Nick, whose eyes were closed as he soaked in the wet mouth on him. I was looking around for something to make it run more smoothly when Peter reached into his side drawer without looking, pulling out a small bottle and tossing it at me, all without stopping what he was doing with his head on Nick.
I smiled when I read the label of the half-empty bottle of clear liquid. I had never used lube before, since a pussy is self-lubricating, and it was kind of exciting to do it. Nick being there made it all even better, somehow.
I popped the cap and poured a little too much onto my dick, letting the rest drip down onto his ass. I pushed in quickly after that, and felt my body tingle from the inside out as he tensed around me. I fell down onto his back and started just humping like a rabbit while he started groaning harder onto Nick.
Nick held his head and pulled him deep, and I felt his body tense, both under my chest and on my dick.
I started humping even harder, wondering how much this body could take, and started to revel in the idea of fucking a male. These bodies are made for so much tense, physical activity.
“Fuck,” I said, my face buried in the back of his neck as my ass bounced hard on top of him, feeling happier than I had ever felt before.
I turned my head, and saw Nick up close. His muscular body was right in my face as I arrived almost cheek to cheek with Peter, Nick’s dick sliding in and out rapidly.
“This is a cool angle,” I said, and I heard Nick chuckle above me.
He reached a hand down to my head and twirled his fingers in my hair, lingering for a second as I thrust even harder.
“Your butt looks good,” he said.
Peter mumbled something around his dick.
“Yours too,” he said, “But I meant his.”
He reached a hand down and grabbed my ass. It hit me that he had been looking at it all day while we fucked around naked in the gym. But it was only okay to grab it, when we were here, with Peter.
I giggled, feeling almost tickled as his fingers approached my hole. I stopped thrusting for a moment, letting him feel me. He gave it one more smack and laughed, like it was just a joke. There was an implied “no homo” in the moment.
I shifted back, pulling Peter’s body with me as he rose onto all fours.
Nick crawled onto the bed, following Peter’s head before he shoved back in quickly.
We started to move his body back and forth between us, as Peter’s own movements guided the momentum. From here, Nick and I could see each other more clearly. We looked back and forth between the action on each end, and Peter’s perfect ass and slender body bouncing on both our dicks.
I held his hips tight and slammed into him hard a few times, still trying to see if there was a limit, but he just seemed hungrier for me with each thrust.
I looked up at Nick when I noticed him watching my face. His mouth was open, his body pushing into Peter’s head repeatedly. We each started to lean slightly forward, like we were finding a new position to fuck Peter’s respective ends, and our heads started to approach each other.
I looked at Nick’s chest, and reached out a hand, feeling the size of it. He let me, and my hand drifted up to his shoulder, then the back of his neck. Our eyes met again, and we were inches away from each other. I could feel his breath on my face, and suddenly we weren’t really thrusting anymore. Peter was bouncing between us as we stared at each other.
I bit my lip, and then he kissed me.
I kissed back, and it was the gayest thing that had happened in all this time. The feeling it sent through me was stronger than anything. It was a strange validation I didn’t know I needed. And it was all thanks to the gay dude underneath us who had worked his magic.
Suddenly, Nick and I lost in each other, I felt myself fall past the edge. I was about to cum, and I groaned into Nick’s mouth as his hands rubbed around my body. Peter’s butt milked me tightly and expertly while I held still, frozen by Nick’s touch, and suddenly I was pulsing.
Nick groaned back into my mouth as I moaned into his, and I felt him tense, holding me tighter as he nibbled my tongue and my lips.
Peter had done his magic on both of us simultaneously as we fell into each other, our muscles holding each other up for a full minute before either of us relaxed at all.
When I finally came down from my intense high, I pulled slightly back and opened my eyes. Nick opened his a moment later.
He was smiling at me, and I didn’t even realize that I was smiling back at him. We looked down at the architect of our bliss today, as we each pulled out of him slowly.
Peter fell onto his side, looking up at us, smiling, almost smirking. His dick was hard and sticking out of the pouch of his jock strap.
Nick and I were catching our breaths as we settled on either side of Peter’s calm body.
Nick reached for him first, pulling his dick and balls the rest of the way.
It was gratitude for what he had done, and I joined in, rubbing Peter’s body up and down.
He reached for my hand and pulled his to his nipple, and I pinched it. He squeezed my fingers directly, encouraging me to pinch harder, and I did.
He started to moan as he sprayed streaks of his white juice onto his neck and abs. I had never seen a dick spray out actual cum, besides my own, not in person. It had always been inside someone else.
“Nice,” I said.
“Yeah,” Nick agreed.