Bro Science 08

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Chapter 8: Fucking in Broad Daylight

Spring semester hit different. By then, Logan and I were basically boyfriends, whether we said it out loud or not. He groped my ass in public a few times, just casual, and people who knew us barely reacted anymore. At first there were looks, but by now nobody cared. Our nudist routine in the dorm was normal, and we even fucked in the gym locker rooms a couple times, just for the thrill. The quad at night had been a repeated spot for us too. We always walked back naked, and somehow people just didn't care that much. I guess a college campus at 5am is prone to crazier things than that already.

The second week of the semester, Logan got a notice from admin, his grades were shit. First semester had been a disaster. He spent two days sulking, skipping class, not even lifting. The only thing that seemed to make him feel any better was if I could convince him to take a blowie from me, and even that was only a temporary boost. I had to drag him out of bed, shove food in front of him, push him to move. The only card left to play was football. If he could walk on next fall, he had a shot at staying in school without going on "academic leave," which was code for failing out. That became the plan, and I promised to back him up however I could. Meals, tutoring, motivation. But the biggest support was obvious: I was his designated hole when it came time to combine workouts and gooning. That was how we would keep him focused.

We started serious workouts again. Early mornings, long sessions. Logan was ripped already, but he hadn’t done real football drills since high school. He needed it. And if that meant mixing in goon sets with squats and planks and more serious sets, I was all in. I didn't exactly keep up with him, but I was there the whole time.

One afternoon, he decided it was time to push harder. “We’re going outside,” he said, tossing me a pair of shorts. The quad was alive with people, but he didn’t care. It was part of his training. We ran sprints, then he dropped and gave pushups until sweat poured off his muscley back and dripped into his shorts. It was almost kinky just to see him work out in shorts again, after seeing him exercise naked more often than clothed. Then he grabbed me, scooped me up over his shoulder like a tackling dummy, and started carrying me across the quad.

“Bro, what the fuck,” I laughed, bouncing on his back as people stared.

“Resistance training,” he grunted, pushing through, his muscles straining. He carried me all the way across, then back, before stumbling and collapsing on top of me in the grass. I gasped, catching my breath, then froze when I realized where we were. It was the same spot we’d fucked the first time outdoors.

“Dude,” I said, smirking. “Look where you landed us.”

He turned his head, noticed it, and shook his head. “No way.”

“Way,” I said, tugging at his shorts. “Fuck it, let’s do it again.”

His eyes darted around. People weren’t close, but they weren’t far either. A few heads turned, though no one was walking right up. I pulled his dick out, and it stiffened quick in my hand. I stroked him to the tip in broad daylight, and wrapped my legs around him, pulling my shorts to expose my ass. For the first time since I’d known him, Logan actually looked nervous. But what lit me up inside, was that for the first time in days, he didn't look upset. The rush of working out in the quad instead of cooped up inside, mixed with the thrill of getting his rocks off in public, was having a good effect on him. Nervous was better than depressed.

“You’re wild,” he muttered.

He looked down, and raised his eyebrows when saw that my hole was visible. 

“Spit on it,” I whispered.

He hesitated, glancing around like he was checking if anyone was about to bust us, then finally leaned over and let spit fall from his mouth onto my hole. The cool slickness made me flinch and then shiver. He pressed his cock against me, rubbing a few times like he was testing whether he could really go through with it. My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear the voices echoing around the quad. I pulled my shorts lower, lifted my legs higher, and locked them around his back. “Come on, don’t stall,” I whispered. He looked down at me, nervous but clearly turned on. That hesitation broke as soon as his tip pushed past, sliding in slow. His breath caught, and mine did too. He fed me more, stretching me until he bottomed out. I groaned, clutching his shoulders.

“Fuck, Logan,” I muttered. His face relaxed, his body loosening as he realized it how hot is was. The sting in me turned into heat, then into pure thrill, making me forget we were in the middle of the quad in broad daylight. My nerves were softened and I let go. The thought came to me that maybe I shouldn't be having Logan do risky stuff when he's already on thin ice, but it honestly felt like he needed it emotionally, and this was the first time I saw him animated in days. If we were going to get in a little trouble, so be it.

We stayed half dressed, our tank tops rucked up, shorts pulled low, just enough to get away with it. From a distance, it probably looked like we were just grinding like horny boys. Up close, he was all the way inside me, pushing deeper with each thrust. I clung to him, staring into his face, watching the stress about school drain away with every pump.

“You’re insane,” he whispered, his hips slapping harder. “I’m gonna cum in you.”

His hand went to my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision sparkle, my face go hot. I gasped, trying to speak. “Do it, daddy.”

That was it. His thrusts went ragged, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. His face twisted, body flexing, hips jerking uncontrollably as he let go. I felt every shudder, every pulse inside me. My nails dug into his back. Just as it peaked, fat drops of rain started falling, sprinkling over us, cooling our overheated bodies. He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing hard, peace finally on his face.

We lay there for a moment, then scrambled up, tugging clothes back into place. A couple people across the quad were staring. One guy gave a low whistle, shaking his head, but nobody came closer. We jogged back to the dorm, laughing like maniacs.

A few minutes later, I checked my phone and saw a text from Brody: "faggots". I opened it to see it was accompanied by a photo of us in the quad, zoomed in from far away. I reacted to the message with a heart. And he added "It almost looks like you guys were fucking in broad daylight."

"We were," I responded.

He just replied with "jfc", then a minute later, "thanks for the show ;) "

I was starting to think he might be one of us. Maybe all straight guys are just a tiny bit interested in dick in general.

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That night, Logan set up a final goon set before bed. No release this time. We edged like the old days, porn flickering on his laptop, our hands slow and steady.

“I gotta do semen retention for real if I’m gonna max out my football potential,” he said seriously.

I looked over. “I thought you made that stuff up.”

“The retention thing is real,” he insisted. “I gotta save it up for a bit. But, like, you can still cum as much as you want. Maybe even get with other guys if you want.”

I raised my brows. “You actually want me to do that?”

He smirked, stroking lazily. “I would fucking love it. Then come back and tell me all about it while you edge my fat cock.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Deal.”

While he wouldn’t let himself finish, he edged in my hole for a while, grinding slow and pulling back every time his breathing got too heavy. He kissed my shoulder and whispered, “Not yet, bro.” After a few minutes of holding himself there, he pulled out and rolled onto his back, cock still rock hard. The gargantuant pole levitated over his chiseled abs. He slapped it onto his stomach and smeared the messy pre-cum and lube, and said, “Shoot on me, bro. I wanna see it.” His voice was steady but intense, like he needed me to give him that. I stroked myself over him, panting, until I erupted across his crotch, streaking his abs and dick. He moaned as it came out of me, then laughed, rubbed it into his skin with his palm, smearing it across his stomach like it was part of his gooning ritual.

“Good,” he said, staring right at me. Then he reached out and tugged me down beside him.

“Perfect,” he said quietly. I collapsed next to him, spent, and he pulled me in tight, wrapping his big arm around me, rubbing his cummy cock into my bare ass, still rock hard, the denial obviously aching in his balls.

“Just stay with me here forever,” he said quietly. I rested my head on his arm while his breathing slowed.

"I'm not going anywhere," I replied with my eyes closed. We drifted off like that, tangled up, his warmth covering me.

The semester was only getting started.