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Chapter 6: Fuck Boys
I woke up to gentle heat surrounding me, and Nick's breath slowly and rhythmically warming the back of my neck. For a second I could not figure out why the bed felt busier than two people. Nick's arm was heavy over my ribs. There was a weight lower down, though, under the blanket. Something on my legs. Someone on my legs, a shifting that woke me up. Then I lifted my head off the pillow and looked down and there was Peter, reaching for my dick and getting ready to drop his head down onto me. His other hand was already working on Nick, his messy hair the only part of him catching the golden morning light.
I closed my eyes when the warm velvet came onto me. I always loved a morning wank. I had never had the pleasure of a morning blowjob before. This was nice.
"Morning," Peter said, coming up for half a second, entirely unbothered.
I dropped my head back onto the pillow and let it happen. The warmth built slowly in my lower body, the pleasant warmth of the bed and Nick adding sensual details to the sex of it all.
Beside me, Nick stirred, his arm tightening across my chest, and then I felt him shift under the blanket as Peter moved from me over to him. He wordlessly acknowledged what was going on. He had a similar reaction to me, with slightly more eyeroll implied.
I heard Nick's breath go out of him in a quick rush, and I knew that Peter had gotten his mouth onto him. I felt his hips settle.
We both got more animated from the sensuality of the wakeup, and soon we both sat up, pulling away the blanket. Peter ignored the development and kept doing what he was doing. Nick and I kept an arm around each other, providing balance as we played with Peter’s head, passing him back and forth a few times, almost giggling as we did it.
We looked at each other, and despite the morning breath, Nick pulled my face into his and we kissed. He pulled me back and we were lying down again. He grabbed my rod and I grabbed his, Peter fading away as it became the Nick-and-me show. He fell back to the foot of my bed and leaned against the wall, touching himself while he watched us.
“That’s so hot,” he said, while Nick and I got lost in each other.
Nick rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him with his strength, looking up at me with a grin.
"I wanna take it again," he said casually, with an implied shrug.
“You do?” I said.
"Put it in me, baby. I like it."
"You got it," I said. "...baby."
He chuckled at the last word, but I liked saying it, and hearing it, even if it was a light joke. I think all stupid, cringey terms start out thinly veiled as jokes.
This was the guy who took Peter cheeks apart in chapter one of this saga, when my real college experience started. He was the confident one, the one the girls on campus chose over me at parties, and now he was lying under me asking to “bottom” for me, and cracking a dumb joke while he did it. He was not nervous. We had come far enough that this wasn’t intense anymore. It was fun now.
I reached for the bottle Peter kept in the drawer.
“I’m gonna owe you a whole new bottle soon,” I said, turning back to Peter.
“Use all you need, slut boy,” he said, making me chuckle.
I wanted to take my time getting him ready. I pressed my fingers in lightly, watching his face, mostly going off of assumptions. One hand worked slowly on his meat while the other figured out how to best stimulate his hole, watching his face the whole time. His eyes went half shut. His breathing slowed as I went deeper, and faster, and his hands came up to grip my forearms, not to stop me, just to hold onto something.
He moaned for a long time on my fingers until I got three inside, stretching him out all the way. I finally decided to get up on my knees and push his legs up to his shoulders. I pressed into him and he let out a breath like he was steadying himself, his hands falling to my sides. He held me, reminding me of his strength as he gripped me with his insides as well as his fingers.
His head went back into the pillow as I felt the pleasure between both of us, his body contracting against mine in waves. I felt it in his meat in my hands and his body on my rod, and I pumped repeatedly as I got us both closer to our happy place. His grip on me tightened hard when I started to go faster, saying without saying it that I was about to climax. He held still with his thighs pressing in tight on me.
I knew he was about to finish when his face got a pained look on it that I recognized at this point. I slowed my hand until I caught up, and thirty seconds later I went for the double nut trick, and he understood my wordless calculation. Just as he started to pulse on the side, I blasted my seed on his insides and coaxed the first streak from him across his abs, and watched his face feeling as happy as I was. The moment was perfect.
Peter was already wiping his tummy and pulling on a pair of briefs by the time we came down from it. He plopped down in his desk chair and pulled out his phone.
I lay there and put my head on Nick’s chest, his heart pounding against my ear.
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Nick and I walked to a party that night. It was possibly the last really warm night on campus that season, and people were going out with tank tops and shorts and skimpy dresses on. Nick’s shoulders bumped mine along the whole way. A thought occurred to me, and I didn’t realize it might be kind of serious before I said it out loud.
“So, like, do we tell people?”
"I told my parents already," he said with a chuckle. "About, you know, seeing a guy, or whatever."
I raised my eyebrows, surprised he hadn’t told me.
"Yeah? How’d it go?"
"Fine, honestly. Mom cried a little but the good kind. She’s always been kind of ‘pro-gay’. My dad just wanted to know if you were a good guy. Like if you weren’t a stoner." He laughed, then stopped.
"The only one who's gonna have a problem is my brother," he said.
"Yeah?"
"He's such an ass. Real MAGA garbage person. Hates gays, hates everybody." Nick shrugged. "Whatever. We're not close. I stopped caring what he thinks a long time ago."
“How did he get like that if your family is cool?”
“I don’t know. Reddit I guess.”
“No, Reddit is cool.”
“Then incel Twitter I don’t fuckin’ know.” He chuckled, letting me know to drop the topic.
"That sucks, man," I said, and I meant it. I bumped my shoulder into his and left it pressed there for a couple steps. He bumped back. That was as much as either of us was going to do in that moment. I didn’t want to make it a bigger deal than he did, but I could tell it stung in him a bit.
We got to the door of the party and he kissed me, right out front on the sidewalk, with two guys standing at the door. They saw it, not saying a single word about it. But they both looked, their eyes tracking us for a second. I felt warm and fuzzy and mortified all at the same time, some brand new mix of feelings. Then Nick took my hand and pulled me through the door before I even registered the feelings.
The party itself is mostly a blur to me now. I know we were handsy the entire night. I know I had one somewhere on Nick most of the time, his waist, his shoulder, the back of his neck. I think we even made out at one point, actually. I do not totally remember.
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The next day at practice, everything was normal until we were in the big athlete showers afterward, ten or twelve of us under the water with no dividers between us, doing our loud and dumb male nudity-based joking around that solidified our bond in its way. It felt different, but I wasn’t sure if it was just in my head or not, steam everywhere, guys chirping, someone singing poorly. And then one of the seniors brought it up.
"You were pretty touchy with your boyfriend last night," Dominic said to Nick, grinning, water pouring down his big chest and down his muscular body, coming off his dick like a waterfall, his arms crossed as he smirked.
My stomach dropped, and I was surprised by how hard it dropped. We had joked about gay stuff in this exact room a hundred times. We had made every gay joke there was to make, both verbally and physically. It was commonplace to literally hump someone when telling a sex story, while soapy and naked and laughing our asses off. But this wasn’t one of those common jokes. It wasn’t aggressive, but it was sort of a question. Sean was standing off to one side, another freshman, quiet, keeping to himself, and I caught him glance over at us turning mostly away, showing only his butt.
Dominic looked at me next, waiting to see how we would play it, and before I could get my mouth open Nick beat me to it.
"We fucked," Nick said. “For real.”
One guy laughed. The rest of them could not tell yet whether it was a bit, and there was this half second where the whole room was gently suspended, trying to read Nick’s face.
"We're still fucking," Nick added, with a shrug, water running off his shoulders. "It's whatever."
The voices all came at once, overlapping, incredulous, and I stood there under the hot water waiting to find out which way the room was going to break.
"You serious??"
"No way, dude."
"Oh shit, wait, for real?"
Nobody backed away. There were a few wide eyes and grins and guys turning to each other, their eyes saying, Wait, seriously?
"You got this dude to take it in the butt?" Dominic said, pointing at me, and he was laughing but there was nothing mean in it.
"Actually I take it more than he does," Nick said. "I love it, actually."
Nick turned around and smacked his own ass. Dominic and several others looked at me. I wiggled my dick at them.
The room lost it. Dominic stepped up behind me and mimed humping me, hands on my wet hips, hollering, and instead of dying of embarrassment I played right into it, pushing my hips back at him, and the whole shower room cracked up, twelve naked hockey players losing their minds laughing in the steam. It was the dumbest and warmest, most team-bonding moment I had felt in my life.
Then the questions started, and they came at me harder than they came at Nick, which I did not understand at first. Guys I had known since September were suddenly full of genuine, wide-open curiosity, and they asked me things right there while our dicks were out. We were all standing around naked with soap dripping off of us, and somebody asked if it hurt the first time. Somebody asked how you even, you know, get ready for it, and tapped my butt when he asked, not even being weird, just pointing out the referenced part of my body.
Somebody else even reached for my dick and squeezed it while asking if “anal is better than pussy”. They asked me everything, like I was the expert now.
I answered what I could, and laughed off what I could not. And the whole time I was aware of Sean in the corner, the one guy not asking anything, not laughing along, just standing under his own showerhead with the water running down him and his eyes somewhere else. At some point when I looked over to find him he was already gone, out early, before anybody else had started to clear out.
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I was walking back to my dorm alone afterward, hair still dripping down my collar, when I heard someone coming up behind me quickly on the path.
It was Sean. He had a certain kind of “freshman nervousness” that I recognized from Jimmy in a way. I think it was specific to “nerd” types, who are just shy and self conscious for no reason, it seemed. Still, he fell into step beside me and did not say anything for a second, and I could see him building up to whatever it was he wanted.
"Hey, I just wanted to say," he started, then stopped, then made himself keep going. "I thought it was really cool of you. To come out or whatever. In there."
"Thanks, man," I said. "It's honestly not a big deal for me."
He nodded, and I suddenly realized that whatever he had inside was not as easy to let out, but that maybe I had helped him along the way. And then his eyes went down quickly, all the way down my body and back up. I’m not sure what he was seeing that he hadn’t seen in the showers five times a week with less mystery, but he caught himself doing it and looked back out at the path in front of us. I saw his ears turn a little red.
"Cool. I'll, uh. See you at practice," he said, and peeled off, orthogonally from where I was walking, toward his own building.
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I saw Nick’s face immediately when I got to the dining hall for lunch. He was sitting with three other hockey guys, and nothing had changed. I felt like we were back where we had started before any of this, still best friends, just a step toward “bester friends” than before.
We ate as a group. We fucked around. Somebody re-litigated a bad call from a recent game, and somebody else threw a fry across the table and it bounced off Nick's forehead and everybody lost it. The sun was coming through the big windows and landing on the table, and it was one of those quiet perfect afternoons where the whole world felt like it was just right.
"Oh, roster went up for the tournament," one of the boys said around a mouthful of food.
"Nice," Nick said, reaching over to steal one of my fries. "Where's it at this year?"
"State. It's like a six hour bus, it's gonna suck."
Nick went still. I watched the color drain right out of his face, the stolen fry stopped halfway to his mouth, everything about him locking up at once.
"State?" he said.
"Yeah, dude. Why?"
Nick set the fry down. He turned and looked at me, stern.
"My brother plays at State."
My eyes went wide, feeling his fear through him.