Bro Science 04

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Chapter 4: Outdoor Nudity

Midterms were finally over. The whole dorm building felt lighter, energy all around with the relief of people who had pulled too many all-nighters. A frat down the block threw a party, and of course Logan dragged me along. He was the type who walked into a room and instantly had people talking to him. I stayed near him at first, sipping from a red cup, until I realized I didn’t feel as nervous as usual. Something about what he and I had been doing made it easier to relax around people. Girls felt less intimidating. I knew I could get turned down a hundred times and still go back to our dorm and have fun with my roommate. And that safety net changed everything.

I watched Logan holding court with a few frat guys. They were comparing workouts, swapping gym stories. 

One of them leaned in and asked, “What’s this I hear about you guys doing some… uh… gooning thing?” 

Logan laughed, too loud, and admitted just enough to make them snicker at him. “Bro science,” he said, flexing his arm. They ribbed him for it, but I could tell they weren’t judging. They slapped his back, called him a "legend", and moved on to talking about “pussy”.

Across the room, I was chatting with a couple girls. I guess I was putting out some new kind of confidence, because one of them pressed close and asked straight up if I wanted to fuck. The boldness made my cock twitch instantly. Three months ago, I would have followed her out without thinking. But tonight I hesitated. The thought of breaking whatever weird thing I had with Logan felt wrong. For the first time, I made the choice to do the “semen retention” thing, rather than just doing it because I had to. I smiled at her, said, “sorry, not tonight,” and went back to my drink. 

It shocked me how easy it was. Somewhere in the noise of the party, Logan caught my eye. He was pressed against a wooden wall by two aggressive girls who were kissing him together, but when I saw one of them reach down for his crotch, he pushed them off gently. His eyes searched for me, and he raised his eyebrows at me like we were in on the same joke together.

Around two in the morning, Logan nodded toward the door. I said bye to the dudes I had been chatting with and followed him out without a word. We cut across the quiet campus, the cold air hitting our faces. Instead of going back to the dorm, he steered us toward the open grass quad.

“We need the energy of the earth, bro,” he said. “Manly vibes. The science.”

I laughed, but stripped down anyway, without a second thought honestly. The grass was damp under my feet. In seconds, I was still working off my socks while he was already naked, stretching under the dim glow of the streetlights obliquely illuminating us. I surveyed his body in the new light. With the dim setting, his cock was a huge silhouette between his legs, and it looked even bigger than normal because of the shadows. If it were my first time seeing it, I would have thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.

“Today’s warmup is pushups,” he said. “Then it’s legs and hole day.” He pulled out a mini bottle of lube from his pocket. He must have been planning it all along. I just shrugged and waited for instructions.

"First set, pushups and handjobs."

We took turns, one of us hitting push-ups while the other stroked him. Logan went first, dropping into position, his arms flexing with each rep. I knelt beside him, wrapped my hand around his cock, and stroked in time with his push-ups. It started out sort of mechanical, but when he told me to put on some porn on my phone, the vibe shifted into full gooner mentality, as exposed as we were out on the grass. He groaned with every descent, sweat dripping onto the grass. His pace quickened and I tightened my grip, trying to keep the rhythm. When he finished his set, he flipped over onto his back, chest heaving. Then it was my turn. I lowered into push-ups, and he immediately took hold of my cock and balls in his hands, stroking and tugging with steady pulls. The sensation almost broke my form when he rubbed the sensitive tip, but I forced myself to stay locked in. My arms trembled, my core burned, and the added pleasure made every rep harder to finish. By the time I collapsed onto the grass, both of us were sweaty, hard, and laughing a bit, as usual.

When we paused, he wiped his forehead and then bent down and licked my ass, muttering, “Boy fuel.”

I smirked through heavy breaths. The old me wanted to say, “You’re such an idiot," but I had to admit I liked this, even in public, as weird as it was. I just kept grinning at him.

He grinned back, stroking himself lazily. “Science doesn’t lie.”

"Second set, squats and oral. Your turn,” he said, standing tall and planting his feet. He started dropping into squats with perfect form, even holding a big rock he found in the garden, his glutes and thighs flexing under the moonlight. I crouched in front of him, my knees pressing into the grass, and tilted my head back so that his dick could pop into my mouth. With every descent, his cock slid deep over my tongue. I gagged once, caught off guard, but he paused and steadied the back of my head, guiding me through it.

“Good form, bro,” he groaned, voice strained. “Keep the rhythm.”

I laughed around his shaft, spit dripping down my chin, but no sound really came out with his girthy meat stretching my lips to their maximum. He counted reps out loud, his groans breaking between numbers. My jaw ached, my knees screamed from the damp ground, but I stayed locked on him until he slapped my shoulder to mark the end of the set.

When it was my turn, he did his version of it, stroking me and licking my nuts and taint every time I dropped down. I couldn't do nearly as many as him, and my sets ended more quickly. He watched me struggle until he slapped my ass at one point and said, "that's enough."

The next set was “edging in my lap”. He pulled me onto him as he sat his bare ass on the damp grass, guiding me until I straddled him. He lined us up, cock poised against me. “Don’t cum,” he warned in a whisper close to my face. 

“Never cum,” I said as he popped into me, fully pushing me into horny gooner mode. “I’m a good boy.”

I stared at his face, jaw tight, as he pushed in slowly. The stretch made me shake, my nails digging into his shoulders while his hands gripped my hips. He moved with control, slow and steady, until my ass was full. The intensity made my chest heave. My cock throbbed between our abs as he ground deeper.

“Almost there,” he groaned, forehead pressed to mine. “Good boy.”

I squeezed around him, tensing my ass muscles, helping him stay steady. He cursed under his breath, both of us trembling on the edge, clinging to each other while time stretched thin around us. Some distant part of my brain realized this wasn’t even exercise. This was just gay sex. But that’s honestly what I was doing it for at this point.

Footsteps crunched on the path nearby. A couple students walked past, laughing when they saw us. 

“What the fuck?” one guy in a backward hat yelled. Logan didn’t break stride. He flexed his arm, showing off, and shouted back, “Science, bro!” 

The guys howled and kept walking. I buried my face in his neck, mortified, but weirdly turned on even more by his shamelessness.

We kept going. At some point he made a small thrust, and I lost the battle and came hard, squirting up to our chins, my dick untouched, just from the pressure of him inside me. I gasped, shocked at the force of it. He held me tight, still moving gently.

“Don’t worry. That doesn’t count,” he said, grinning. “You didn’t touch it.”

I groaned, shaking, but he didn’t stop for a minute, until he was ready. Then he slid me off of him and placed me on my ass on the grass in front of him, while his giant dick hovered in the space between us.

"Third set, planks… and more hole."

He dropped into a plank, arms shaking a bit, but his body tight. He looked back over his shoulder. “Get down here.”

I lay on my stomach on the grass, and he positioned himself over me, dropping into a plank with a heavy rock balanced across his back. My throat went dry as I felt him line up and press forward, his cock nudging at me while he held his body rigid. The pressure built, sharp at first, then gave way as he sank in. Logan groaned into the grass, arms quivering under the weight. For sixty seconds he held the position, thrusting shallowly, the rock forcing his core to stay tight. I gasped and groaned beneath him, my own cock hard again and grinding into the grass. When his time was up, instead of pulling away, his muscles gave out, and he suddenly dropped his hips and slammed into me balls deep. I cried out, my body tensing as his cock pulsed inside me.

“Ah fuck,” he said, his voice breaking. His manhood throbbed in me, making me groan, my own dick straining harder against the ground as he filled me with jizz.

I realized that the sesh was over, even if I hadn’t even gotten a turn to do planks. He stayed buried inside me after he stopped pulsing, not pulling out at all for a minute, until he caught his breath and slipped off to his side, holding a handful of my ass, mumbling, “boy fuel”.

We shut off our phones and silently stumbled back to our dorm, both opting to stay naked, breathing in the cool early morning air. An entire running club ran right by us, spreading their own energy and giving us some hoots and hollers. We were both wiped, but Logan found the energy to wiggle his giant cock at them, shaking his hips and his taut ass in front of everyone. I smiled and shook my head. 

We finally got back to the dorm just before sunrise. Logan collapsed onto his bed. I lay on mine, staring at the ceiling, cock still twitching from everything we’d done. I realized I didn’t even care about chasing girls anymore. In a weird way, I had what I needed right here, and we had never even kissed. I just liked the male bonding of it, I think. It was definitely a gay thing, but it was different than all the sexual attraction I had always felt for girls.

From across the room, half-asleep, Logan mumbled, “We’re champions, bro.”

I laughed softly. “Yeah. Champions.”

“You dropped your load,” I said meekly.

“Actually,” he whispered, turning to his side facing me, speaking slowly and thoughtfully, “the newest science says you can cum as much as you want, but only if it’s inside another guy. Then you don’t lose it, because the male camaraderie synergizes and raises your male hormones even higher.”

I couldn’t believe how far this had gone. The seal burst inside me. I simply had to ask. “Just what fucking podcasts are you listening to? They’re basically just saying to be gay and FUCK GUYS to improve your masculinity??”

He let out a deep breath and rolled onto his back, and I saw bits of grass still stuck to his body, and the sides of his meaty ass sticking out from his very lean frame. The first rays of sun crept over the horizon through the window.

“You wanna know the truth, dude?” he asked.

I took a breath and narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m wondering if I already know.”

He looked me dead in the eye.

“There are no podcasts."