Bro Science 06

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Chapter 6: Boyfriend Jokes

Come Monday morning, I had had such a fun weekend of exhibitionism I literally hadn't thought about school or classes at all. I woke up to my ass getting eaten out by Logan, who apparently wanted a morning fuck. He slipped in and I felt that familiar burn before it gave way to that pleasurable rhythmic pounding. He finished inside me, apparently giving up on the edging concept for now.

"Later. I've got class," he said as he threw on shorts and bolted out the door.

My eyes went wide. I literally forgot I also had class soon. I didn't even drink over the weekend, but my mind was so occupied by the gooning that I hadn't prepared at all. I just grabbed my laptop and threw on a pair of sweatpants and headed out.

I was zoning out halfway through the lecture when I felt a soft kick against the back of my chair. I turned. Zack leaned back in his seat, red-haired and baby-faced but athletic, still carrying that fresh-faced vibe of a fellow freshman. I smiled at him, remembering showing off for him on Saturday night, and wondering what he wanted my attention for. Honestly, with his boyish face and eager smile, he gave off excited virgin energy, the same way I probably did before I started the gooning stuff with Logan. It was kind of cool, like a little brother vibe. Today though, he had some confidence about him. His arms folded behind his head, grinning at me like he had a secret. Then he shifted, pulling his hoodie up just enough for me to see the outline pressing hard against his sweatpants. Obvious, shameless. And it was bigger than I expected. He covered it again, then lifted it once more, eyebrows raised, waiting for me to react.

I looked at him sort of confused, pulling out my phone. I texted him, "What's in your pants?"

He pulled out his and responded, "My cock dumbass."

I turned to look at him, shaking my head a little and half smiling. I didn't believe him. He did not look like a "hung dude" if that makes sense. He was eighteen, but looked like he didn't even shave yet.

He just smirked, with some confidence I had never seen in him before, and pulled the tip of his cock out of the top. It was real, and just the head of it looked like the size of a tangerine.

My chest tightened. This wasn't just in public, there were people literally feet away from us. I wanted to look away but couldn’t. Heat crawled up my neck. I slid lower in my chair as I got excited, my heart thudding. The energy in my body was completely undirected, and I literally felt my abs quivering. Zack mouthed, your turn.

I hesitated, then eased the waistband of my sweats down under the desk, hooking under my balls. My hand moved slow, pulling myself free just enough to give him a flash. Zack’s smirk widened. He stifled a laugh, glancing at the professor scribbling formulas on the board. Math was the furthest thing from my gooned brain. Zack pressed a hand over his lap, pretending to scratch an itch, but I could see his cock twitching under the thin fabric. I shifted in my seat, giving him a better view, pulse racing. Little Zack had just made class fun again.

Soon we both had our dicks fully out, and no one had noticed. We were slowly rubbing them and glancing at each other frequently. 

My fist moved slow, careful, hidden by the desk, while his shoulder jerked just slightly with his rhythm. He had a fast pace, and he was all wrist. He was rotating his fist on the head of his big cock and rubbing in the pre-cum drops as they came out. Every time our eyes met, my stomach flipped. It was insane, doing this in a room full of people. Pens scratched on notebooks. The professor’s voice droned. But all I could focus on was Zack, red-faced and grinning at me.

I edged closer with every stroke. My leg bounced against the floor, almost giving me away. He bit his lip, fighting to keep steady. I could tell he was right there, teetering on the edge. I forced myself to slow down, then sped up again, then stopped, catching my breath. He matched me. We were synced without even trying.

The clock ticked. The professor said, “And that’s where the limit converges…” and right then the tension broke for both of us. We came almost at the same time, bodies freezing, faces flushed, trying not to make a sound. I aimed my cock down and squirted on the floor, but a bunch of it was on my sweats as well and even landed on my shoes. I watched as Zack milked himself and tried the same strategy as me, but with even less success. He had squirted all the way to the seat in front of him, and that's when I finally noticed it was Brody! He had been sitting there the whole time, but a couple seats down from me and wearing a hoodie, so I didn't even realize it was him. He was always quiet and anti-social in classes, so I'm not surprised he didn't say hi. But as Zack was trying to surreptitiously wipe himself off and put his dick away, the back of Brody's chair had a white glob of Zack's cum dripping down the back, and it was about to drip right onto Brody's bare back, where his hoodie had ridden up, exposing his skin. Even the top of his ass was visible, two plump cheeks peaking out of his tight athletic shorts. Panic set in momentarily as I realized Brody was about to get an accidental load of cum on his ass, and I had nothing to wipe it with. 

I reached over and wiped it away quickly with my hand, and luckily nothing got on Brody. He looked at me, noticing me for the first time, as I wiped my hand on my sweats. He nodded to say hi, then looked down at my sweats with streaks of wetness and jizz on them. He looked confused, but started to put things together, and just shook his head.

The bell rang, and Brody muttered, "You must've been having fun. Let me know if you need my notes from class. Since you clearly weren't paying attention. Little freak boy."

I just shrugged and said, "thanks."

The class got up to go, and Brody turned away, spotting Zack with a similar pattern on his own clothes. He shook his head even deeper. "You guys are freaks," as he walked away.

Chairs scraped. Bags zipped. Zack hunched forward, face hot, hoodie covering his lap, clearly trying to hide the same release I had just felt. I froze, forcing myself to look normal even though my whole body was still trembling. Relief washed through me in a wave I couldn’t control. He shoved his notebook into his bag and bolted for the door without even looking back, zooming out like his life depended on it.

I chuckled under my breath, tucking myself back in. Besides Brody, nobody noticed. My day suddenly had a secret that made me feel weirdly invincible.

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That night, Logan came back to the dorm, and instead of asking me to edge, he just said he felt disgusting and needed a shower. I shrugged. "I'll join you."

He was already stripping by the time we reached the communal shower room. The locker room echoed with distant voices and the hiss of running water. He grabbed me by the wrist and tugged me into a stall where he had already started the hot water. Steam curled around us, giving us a mini cloud of privacy.

“Open up,” he said, leaning close, eyes narrowing at me with a sort of mischief.

I tilted my chin. He let the water pool in his mouth, then tipped it into mine, grinning as he filled my mouth before spitting it out. It felt  weird and dirty and strangely intimate all at once. He pulled back, smirking. “Not gay ‘cause it’s not kissing.”

"Okay..?" I said, chuckling at his stupidity. He was getting into his gooner mode. And he was due for a dumb gooner sesh since we had skipped it tonight.

He chuckled, stroking himself lazily while the spray hit his shoulders. He leaned forward and used his body  to press me back against the wall. My cock hardened instantly at the weight of him against me, the way his muscular body filled every inch of space in the stall. He leaned his head to mine, our faces almost brushing, just barely not quite touching, his breath mixing with mine. His hand moved faster on himself, his abs tensing with every stroke. I pumped myself in sync, my chest heaving. The shower steam made it hard to breathe, but I didn’t care. He rested his forehead against mine, and for a second it almost felt tender.

“You’re gone, bro,” he murmured, grinning.

“Yeah,” I panted. “Gone.”

We stood there until our knees shook, clinging to each other, water splashing off our slick bodies as we trembled. We never broke eye contact as we jizzed onto each other's crotches. I grabbed his balls and felt the mix of water and cum on the round kiwi-sized ovals.

Then we rinsed off, laughing quietly, the water washing everything away like nothing happened.

The door banged open. Zack and Brody walked in, towels slung low. Zack froze when he saw me step out of the stall, dripping wet, Logan right behind me. His face went crimson. Brody’s eyes flicked between us, smirk forming as he took off his towel. He never had any qualms about nudity in the showers, and usually had his junk hanging out long before he went into a stall shower.

“You guys are basically boyfriends,” he said, voice echoing off the tile.

“He wishes,” I shot back before I could stop myself.

Logan didn't hesitate and ripped my towel away in one motion. I lunged for it, slipping on the wet floor. He held it out of reach, laughing as I grabbed at him. “Give it back, asshole!” I shouted, grinning despite myself. My butt was bouncing in the air as the guys started to laugh too. Even Zack lightened up and smiled. 

Logan spun, keeping my towel just out of reach. I wrestled him, bouncing around the shower room completely naked, my feet sliding on the slick tile. There was no beating him. He was bigger, stronger, built like a wall. The guys laughed, egging us on. My chest heaved as I jumped and grabbed, only to be shoved gently aside again.

“Earn it,” Logan teased, flexing his arms as I tried again.

Finally I lunged hard and ripped his towel free instead. For a beat the room went quiet. Logan’s cock swung heavy between his legs, impossible to ignore. Some of the guys hadn’t seen it before. Their eyes widened. Brody’s smirk faded into awe.

The silence broke with laughter. Zack buried his face in his towel, red as a tomato. Logan just shrugged, flexing like it was nothing, his cock swaying as if he’d meant to show it off all along. He tossed my towel back at me, ruffled my hair with a wet hand, and walked out like the king of the locker room.

I stood there, still grinning, still naked, my pulse racing. Maybe Brody was right. Maybe we were basically boyfriends. I wasn’t sure I cared anymore. But we didn’t kiss, so maybe the “still not gay” game was just becoming Logan’s new version of bro science to replace “doing it for the gains”.

Just as I was leaving, Brody was still commenting to Zack about Logan’s cock. “Well, I see why he likes it, I guess.”