Bro Science 07

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Chapter 7: The Boys in the Hall Freshman Year

I woke up to Logan leaning down and giving me a quick peck on the cheek. Technically the first time he ever kissed me in any way, unless you count him licking my teasing, so as benign as it was, I was somewhat shocked. My eyes shot open, confused, then he smirked and tugged my blanket off my body, I looked around to get a sense of my surroundings, still groggy. I barely registered that his dick was hanging out of his shorts before he shoved his massive pole against my lips. I barely had time to react before he was in my mouth and stretching me wide. I still wasn't used to his surprise morning sex, but he held my head steady in place, hips working like he didn’t care if I had just woken up. My eyes watered quickly as I gagged around him, but the thrill of the surprise made my body heat up fast. He pushed my head down onto him and fucked my throat as much as he could, making me retch loudly. When his balls started slapping my chin, my mind went blank, realizing how much of his massive cock was burrowing inside me. He grunted once, shoved deep, and started pulsing. I retched twice before he pulled out, leaving his last drops of jizz on my tongue, his breath heavy. He wrapped his wet dick in his shorts and grabbed his backpack.

“Later,” he said, already heading for the door with his backpack. “Don’t be late to class.”

The door slammed, leaving me lying there dazed, spit and cum on my face, too tired to walk out to get food, wondering if his load just counted as breakfast.

I dragged myself to the showers mid-morning. The locker room was mostly empty except for one stall. The sounds of skin rubbing and slightly slapping and the light grunts and muttering to himself gave it away before I even saw him. It was Brody. I walked by and caught him, fist working fast on his thick shaft, red-faced as hell. His eyes went wide when he saw me.

“Shit,” he muttered, yanking his towel over his hard cock and shifting to pretend he was digging through his backpack.

"Why didn't you just wank it in the shower stall?" I said, curious but really just poking fun at him.

"Fuck off," he said, chuckling. But his face softened. "I don't know. It's more fun out in the open."

I leaned against the wall. “Don’t stop, then.”

He froze, putting down his body wash. “What?”

“Finish. I don’t care,” I said, almost whispering. “You caught me and Logan enough times. Fair’s fair.”

He looked like he wanted to vanish, but his body gave him away. His cock twitched in his fist, and his face scrunched. He turned slightly away from me, still seated on the bench, almost like he wanted to hide, but his hand kept moving. I watched his back muscles tense as his arm worked himself over, while he looked at his phone. His bare butt was visible as he sat facing partially away, and I couldn’t help it. My own hand went to my cock. The silence was heavy except for the sound of skin and the running water. He had one AirPod in his ear as I heard the shlicking of his cock get louder.

“You make a lot of pre-cum,” I whimpered between breaths as I watched him watch his porn, working himself up.

“Yeah,” he muttered between breaths, his face Redding redder as his short brown hair started to dampen with sweat and steam from the showers.

After a minute, he slowly turned back toward me. His eyes drifted from his phone over to my cock as I worked it over slowly, staying on the edge of orgasm, sharing this moment with him.

I kept my eyes locked on him, and he finally let go of the hesitation. His eyes shot down to the blur of his hand on himself as finished with a grunt, chest heaving as he squirted into the air, several volleys of cum landing on his thighs and crotch, his eyelids getting heavy. I followed right after, shaking, leaning into the tile for balance as I aimed for the floor between us. A small squirt landed on his foot, and I saw him see it, and pretend not to notice as he stood up, his hard cock pointing right at me.

He exhaled strongly, grabbed his towel and muttered, “This never leaves the locker room.”

I nodded. “Fine by me.”

I watched his body move as he slowly slipped into the stall, his taut, hairless ass disappearing as he closed the curtain behind him.

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After a long day of classes, Logan was buzzing with energy, and so was I. We were ready for a goon sesh.  Just as we were stripping and choosing videos, I got a text from Zack: "Hey"

Me: "Sup"

Zack: "You wanna hang out?"

Me: "Hanging w Logan rn"

There was a pause for a full minute, while I saw Zack's texting bubble pop up and disappear several times. Finally, a text came in.

Zack: "I could join"

Me: "We're naked"

I showed Logan the texts, chuckling. 

"He'll come," Logan said.

"We'll see," I said back.

Probably two minutes later, Zack just showed up to our dorm. I threw on underwear to answer the door, but Logan didn't bother, staying seated and scrolling through more videos to add to our open tabs.

Zack came in and closed the door behind him, his eyes went wide seeing Logan's big cock hard and up close for the first time. He set his backpack down, and said, “So… gooning, right?”

Logan laughed. “Damn right.”

I clicked play on the first video on the laptop, like always. It was technically straight porn, but the gangbang had so many dicks and loads of cum that you could literally barely see the girl. I was more into the dicks cumming than the girl, but it was like there was some plausible deniability that would make Zack happy, and Logan too honestly. Zack tried to act chill, but his hands shook a little as he stripped down.

Logan looked at his dick and raised an eyebrow. "Bigger than I expected."

"People always say that," he replied, smiling nervously.

He was already half hard, his pale skin flushed. Logan started jerking himself without hesitation, and I followed suit. Zack started rubbing the head of his shaft in circles, just like in class. I watched his big balls bounce under his heavy cock, all on his tiny, boyish frame. He was made to be a gooner like us. In seconds it felt like we had been doing this as a trio forever.

The room filled with moans from the laptop speakers. Zack sat cross-legged on the floor, jerking fast like he was scratching an itch on his cock. Logan lounged back on his bed, stroking slow, every inch of him on display. I sat next to him, matching his rhythm, stealing glances at Zack.

“Holy shit,” Zack said, eyes locked on the screen. “This is insane.”

I looked at the video playing to see a chick getting stuffed with two dicks at once. Not even the craziest thing I had seen that day.

“Welcome to the club,” I said.

He groaned, rocking his hips, rubbing his cute little ass on our floor. His whole face was turning as red as his ginger hair, sweat beading at his hairline, noticeable in the light illuminating him from the computer screen. Logan chuckled and nudged me with his shoulder. We stroked side by side, speeding up as we watched Zack lose control. Quietly, I grabbed Logan's cock and turned onto my side, guiding him to my ass. The real gooning started when he penetrated me using just his spit and pre-cum. My groaning got loud, and Zack finally looked over at us. His jaw dropped. He stared at us, his hand frozen on his throbbing cock for several seconds before finally saying something. 

"You guys do that??"

We didn't answer, I just let Logan roll me into a prone bone position and start properly fucking me. I gripped the edges of the bed as he started to go hard, and kept my eyes on Zack as he started stroking again, this time watching us. He walked over to me and watched me closely, like he was more interested in my face than my ass. Logan started pulling out and tapping his giant cock on my butt cheeks, then shoving back inside and making me groan. He was edging with my hole, the perfect goon. Zack was getting so excited, and I could see the eagerness in his eyes. I reached out to grab his cock, and he flinched, but dropped his hands to his sides. I pulled his naked body toward me as I stuck out my tongue and started tracing circles around the head of his big cock. It rivaled Logan's, and looked even bigger on Zack's smaller body. It was like puberty had only affected his dick and balls, leaving the rest of him looking like a little brother. 

Zack came quickly, without warning, splattering my face and open mouth, shuddering like it was his first time. As soon as I had milked the last drop out of him onto my tongue, he quickly scrambled to his feet like he couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

“Later,” he said, pulling on his hoodie, bolting out the door.

Logan and I burst out laughing. “Post nut clarity,” I said. “Hits him hard.”

Logan wiped his chest with a towel and tossed it aside. He wasn’t done. “My turn,” he said, grabbing my arm and dragging me off the bed to stand.

He bent me over the mattress, rough, like he’d been waiting all day. My face pressed into the blanket, his weight crushing me down. My nerves lit up. I grabbed the sheets, knuckles white, feeling every shove of his hips. He didn’t hold back. I groaned, my cock grinding into the bed, my whole body tightening with every thrust.

“Take it,” he growled.

I couldn’t even form words. My chest burned, my stomach clenched, and all I could do was nod. He pulled me up suddenly, flipped me onto my back, and pressed in again. His face hovered over mine, sweat dripping onto my cheek. Then, for the first time, he leaned down and kissed me. Not a peck. Not a joke. A full tongue, pushing past my lips, claiming my mouth. My body shivered like I’d been shocked. My toes curled, my stomach dropped, and I came hard, harder than I’d thought possible, without even touching myself.

Logan didn’t stop. He pounded until he groaned, collapsed on top of me, and held there. Heat spread through me. His forehead rested on mine. His chest heaved. We stayed tangled, too tired to move, except we couldn't keep our tongues out of each other's mouths. We held each other, keeping his dick in my ass, and frenched for what felt like an hour. He finally shifted to his side, pulling me with him. His arm wrapped around me, big and warm, his lips brushing against my neck. Little kisses, soft and quiet, nothing like the way he had just railed me.

“Still not gay, right?” he whispered.

I laughed, still catching my breath, his jokes becoming more stupid by the day. “Whatever the fuck it is, don’t stop.”

He squeezed me closer. “Ok. Boyfriend.”

I didn’t care what label it was, but I felt my whole body turn warm on the inside, knowing that he shared how I was feeling. I just wanted to fall asleep in his arms, his lips on my skin, and nothing else mattered.

“Ha,” I mumbled as I drifted off to sleep. “Gay.”