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Chapter 5: Jimmy’s Release
"Hey Jimmy," I said, at normal volume.
Both silhouettes froze in the dark. Peter's head turned toward my bed. Jimmy's did too, a half-second behind, still hunched in the doorway with his pants already sliding down his skinny thighs.
Behind me, Nick stirred at the sound of my voice. His arm tightened across my chest before the rest of him woke up, and then his face lifted off the back of my neck and he blinked into the dark, getting his bearings. He did not startle. He did not roll away or grab for the blanket. He followed my eyeline across the room, put the picture together, and settled back against me to watch, his chin coming to rest on my shoulder.
"Is that the gym kid," he whispered into my ear.
"Yeah," I whispered back.
Peter guided Jimmy down to the edge of the mattress and knelt on the floor in front of him, and even in the dark the thing that Jimmy had was impossible to miss. Already getting hard, heavy against his thigh, it was more than most guys were at full attention, maybe double the average in length, and more than twice as thick.
It hung there like it belonged to a much bigger, much more confident person than the nervous student worker attached to it. Three days ago this kid had put a shy hand up to keep us out of a shower room, now he was having a “college experience” and seeing what it was like to indulge in some erotic male bonding.
Peter leaned in and started on him, sucking the big head into his mouth and closing his lips around it.
"Wait," Jimmy whispered. His voice came out tight and a little panicked. "I prefer the blindfold. I need to think about a girl."
Peter did not stop right away. "Just close your eyes," he whispered back.
"I can't."
I heard Peter sigh, the eyeroll fully implied even though his back was to me. He reached down to the floor near the foot of the bed without looking, found a fabric sash in the pile of his own clothes, and tied it around Jimmy's eyes with the practiced ease of a guy who had done this exact thing before. He knotted it snug behind the kid's head, and Jimmy let out a long breath the second the world went dark for him. His shoulders came down. The panic drained straight out of his body.
That was when I understood the whole thing. The blindfold wasn’t just some kinky tool of Peter’s, it was how he got the nervous straight boy to let him do what he wanted to his body.
Peter went back down on him, and this time Jimmy didn’t stop him.
I watched Peter work on his tool, coaxing it to its masterful target size, and I thought about the enigma that was Peter.
He was, on the surface, a simple person, but his special talents lay in his subtlety.
For weeks I had thought of him as just a horny catalyst, the gay dude who could not keep a guy out of the room for a single night, the reason my whole life had tilted sideways. I had never once given him credit for anything past having a voracious appetite for males.
But watching him kneel there in the dark, patient, groaning as he took his medicine in the form of an oversized freshman hog, I saw it for what it was. Peter was not taking anything from Jimmy. He was giving him something. He was handing a terrified kid the exact thing the kid was too scared to ask for out loud, and he was making it feel like it cost neither of them a thing.
He didn’t convert people for selfish reasons. He opened something up inside them.
"You're so big," Peter whispered to him as he pulled off the heavy rod. "I can barely take it."
Jimmy made a small sound and nodded behind the blindfold.
“Y-yeah?” he stuttered.
Nick's hand moved slowly on my chest while we watched, just resting there, taking it in with me.
"That was us a week ago," he whispered, even if the other two could still hear it.
"He's got it worse than we did," I whispered back.
"We just needed a dry spell. And a horny offer." Nick's chest shook against my back with a light laugh he was working to keep quiet.
Jimmy was straining to stay silent. I could hear it, the swallowed sounds, every breath he choked on.
"You guys can be loud, you know," I said, at full volume, into the dark. “If you want.”
"For real," Nick added, propping up on an elbow beside me. "Nobody's asleep. Nobody cares. Go nuts."
There was a beat where nobody moved. Then Peter, without losing a step, said "See?" to Jimmy, softly, and went back down on him.
And Jimmy let go. The first real sound out of him was half a groan and half a laugh, the sound of finally letting loose.
"Tell me," Jimmy said suddenly, from behind the blindfold, his hands gripping the sheets while his dick was in Peter’s mouth.
"Tell you what," Nick said from behind me.
"How big it is." Jimmy's face was tipped up toward the ceiling, and his voice had gotten open and uninhibited, the nervous kid scrubbed right out of it.
"I want to hear it. From all of you. I need somebody to say it out loud."
Nick and I looked at each other in the dark.
“You’re so big,” Nick said, testing the waters.
“Yeah?” Jimmy said.
“Yeah, that thing is a hammer,” I added.
I heard Jimmy groan, while Peter’s pumping picked up pace audibly.
“You’d make every guy jealous if you took it out in a locker room,” Nick said.
“Is it the biggest one you’ve ever seen?”
“It is, honestly,” I said. “Even in porn I think.”
“You’re more of a man because of that thing,” I said, “And it’s all in your nature, it’s a gift from God, dude.”
“Keep going,” he said, planting a hand on Peter’s head.
It seemed like he was talking to all of us, so I kept going.
“Plus you’re like, such a cool dude. Girls are gonna fall in love with you when you talk to them.”
I was just assuming that he didn’t talk to girls a lot, taking a swing. It seemed to hit though, because he finished right after that.
“I’m cumming,” he said abruptly, his blindfolded face looking down as if to watch himself. Peter moaned slightly as he held the big head of Jimmy’s dick in his mouth, milking his shaft with his hand.
“Ah I’m cumming,” he repeated, emptying his balls into Peter’s hungry mouth.
Nick and I just watched.
“I’m done,” he said, reaching for the blindfold.
Peter released him out of his mouth.
“Good job,” Nick said, “Hell of a performance.”
“Thanks,” Jimmy said, then looked like he regretted saying it, getting shy again when he could see us.
“Let’s hang out tomorrow,” I said, “You still owe us some video game time. Like, for real.”
He smiled, seeming to appreciate it, just like the first time, when that had been the actual plan.
“Yeah, cool. I’ll text you,” he said, pulling up his pants on the way to the door.
“That dude,” Peter said as the door clicked shut. “He has no idea what a gift he has.”
“Well,” Nick said, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. “We tried to tell him.”
It was late at this point, and Peter lay down on his back over his blanket, whipping himself out and closing his eyes. Apparently he needed a quick nut, and this was okay to do in the open now.
Nick's hand found mine on top of the blanket.
We had drifted apart a little to watch, and now he pulled me back into him, and the whole mood between us shifted off the comedy on the far side of the room and onto the quiet connect we had developed.
Nick settled back against me the way he had been at the start of the night, his weight heavy on my chest, his face tucked into my neck.
I did not say anything about what it meant. I did not narrate it to myself or reach for the point of the whole thing. There would be time for that. For now I just had Nick breathing warmly against my skin, and I lay there with my hand flat on his back and let the night be exactly what it was.
Across the room, Peter stopped stroking himself when phone lit up, and a second later I heard him start to type to someone.
I chuckled to myself as I closed my eyes, letting sleep take me, hoping I wasn’t interrupted this time.