Pretending To Be Gay 02

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Chapter 2: Saturday

After we got our rocks off in the hot tub. The rest of the night was even more fun. We walked around the house in our underwear. My little brother woke up and joined us on the couch for a movie, and then fell asleep right away. We started piling pillows on him to see when he would wake up, and we ran out of pillows and he was still asleep.

When the movie ended we went back into my room. He joined me on my bed to scroll through reels and he just passed out at one point. I looked down at his toned body in his skin tight boxer briefs. The bulge was just so impressive. It was cool that he showed me how big it got, and how he revealed his little jerking off kink. I pulled my blanket over both of us, and as I kept scrolling, the tingling urge to jerk off again crept slowly into my crotch, and in a minute I was slowly rubbing myself. In another minute I was furiously tugging on my dick without any thought of not waking up Miles or anything else in the world.

That’s when he moved. I held still and looked over to see him watching me, and slowly rubbing himself over the blanket. I wordlessly peeled the blanket off of both of us, and found that his underwear was completely gone. He was holding his giant dick, as wide as my arm, and I watched it throb.

“You were just gonna jerk it while I was asleep?” he asked rhetorically under his breath.

“Yeah,” I said, putting down my phone and watching his cock. He looked down at mine and started rubbing himself faster.

“What were you gonna do with your cum?” He asked, getting a little breathless now.

“Probably just cum on myself,” I said. He groaned.

I continued, “I was just gonna rub it into my skin and leave it there.”

He released a strained hnnng and squirted up into the air. It was as big of a load as last time, and some of it landed on my hand and cock. It lubed me up and I groaned and came onto my abs quickly.

His quiet orgamsic tension quickly melted and he sank back into the bed with his eyes closed. He had a light smile on his face.

“This is fun,” he said quietly, “…hanging with you.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“So,” he said, hesitating, “you just… rub it in?”

“Yeah, sometimes. Have you tried it?”

“No.”

He opened his eyes and watched me as I lay next to him, both of us naked and satisfied. I reached my hand down to my cummy abs and started to rub in the cum. He just stared as I kept smoothing it over me until it was just a thin, shiny layer on my skin. He looked down at himself and started doing the same. We didn’t have any stomach hair at the time, which made it work more easily.

“This is kinda nasty,” he said.

“You just gotta rub it all in,” I said, “You just came a shit ton so you gotta rub all the way up to your chest.”

I acted on instinct and reached my hand over to him. He didn’t flinch as I started to rub his white globs of cum up to his hairless chest until they disappeared into a thin, shiny layer on his skin.

“Hmm,” he said, like he was pondering what I was doing. He touched the wet layer and rubbed it between his fingers. “I guess that kinda works.”

“Now you just let it dry for a minute and it’s like it was never there,” I said. Exhaustion suddenly swept over me after all the energy I had spent that day. I don’t even remember what happened after that, as my eyes got heavy and I let my head rest on the pillow, with an arm over his torso.

When I woke up, I was spooning him and we were both naked. Our bodies were pressed together. I had never spent the night cuddling someone before, and it felt so fulfilling in my body, even if it was awkward that my morning wood was pressed between his cheeks.

When he woke up, we dove straight into my pool instead of showering. We fucked around for a few minutes. Then my little brother came out to tell us that he was leaving with our parents.

“K bye,” I said dismissively, and he went back inside. Miles and I threw a water polo ball back and forth for a bit. Then he had an idea.

“Everyone’s gone, right?” he asked casually, throwing me the ball.

“Yeah,” I said, catching it.

“You wanna skinny dip?” His face turned to sort of a devious smile, his wet hair sticking to his forehead. I smirked back at him, and quickly reached for my shorts under the water. A second later, I lifted them up above the water, like I was accepting a dare. He did the same, and we threw our shorts onto the stone deck of the pool.

We swam around for a minute like that, just enjoying the freedom. When he swam at the surface, I could see his muscular butt cheeks break through the water. Two white melons revealing themselves. When he swam to chase the ball, I swam up behind him and slapped him on the ass. He flipped over quickly and his big dick flopped around at the surface before plunging into the water as he flipped around to chase me.

He ended up catching me quickly since he was a good swimmer and I was just an amateur. He bear hugged me and we wrestled at the surface for a minute. He was stronger than me, and when he wrapped around me I was cooked. His big, floppy cock squished against my hip as he held me in place. I felt his big balls. It was strangely comforting.

“Bro your dick and balls are all over me,” I said as I braced, submitting to him winning the wrestling squabble.

“You love it,” he said. Then, I’m not sure if it was to taunt me further or what, but he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I laughed, and he laughed too. He finally let me go and floated away from me.

He drifted back from me in the pool with a little grin. I floated there, catching my breath, water humming in my ears. We were both quiet, but not awkward.

“Hungry?” I asked.

“Starving,” he said, and he climbed out. His body looked especially muscular and toned after swimming. His pale ass stuck out like two cantaloupes. He grabbed a towel and I watched him dry off his junk. It flopped around heavily. I wondered what it must be like to have a package that size.

I got out too and wrapped a towel around myself. We walked inside without even putting on our clothes, our wet hair dripping down our shoulders.

I pulled out leftovers and set them out on the kitchen island, and we just chowed down without even reheating it. It was good.

“I dare you to drop your towel,” he said, smirking at me. He always knew how to amp up whatever we were doing.

A minute later, we were eating leftovers again, except naked. He told another ridiculous woodshop story. I laughed too hard, and it was so funny my stomach was hurting. When we cleaned up, he kept bumping me with his hip like we were kids playing goofy games. I actually did feel like a kid again.

Eventually my family pulled into the driveway and we rushed to put on some shorts. We hung around the rest of the day, and ended up in my living room again that night.

On the couch we queued a movie, then never watched it. We talked. It felt stupid easy, like I had known him forever, even if we had only had our first real conversation a week prior. At some point he dozed off, head on my shoulder. I let it stay there. I told myself I would wake him in a minute, but I didn’t. My mind kept circling one question. Am I a straight guy who really likes this one boy, or a boy who has been pretending he is only straight. The thought didn’t even feel scary. It was like maybe I just didn’t know what gay actually was. Maybe you could be gay for one guy, and maybe it was more about a bromantic attraction than getting boners for him all day like I thought.

He woke up and blinked at me. “I should head out.”

“You can crash here again,” I said.

He studied my face. “You sure?” I guess he might’ve thought two nights in a row was pushing it.

“Yeah,” I said, “I’m not sick of you.” And he nodded.

We changed into clean underwear and brushed our teeth. In the hallway he paused like he was about to say something big, then just hugged me. Not a pat on the back. He held on for a beat. My chest pressed into his and all the noise in my head went quiet. When he let go I felt lighter.

He paused in the hallway like he had a bigger sentence brewing, then just said, “Night.”

“Night,” I said, and reached for my door.

He did not move. “Should I sleep in the guest room…?” He scratched his neck and smiled. “I kinda don’t want the night to end.”

“Fuck no,” I said. “Crash in my room. Bed is big. We can keep a diplomatic pillow border if you want to keep some space.”

He laughed. “What if I don’t want a pillow border?”

I just laughed and walked into my room.

We climbed in from opposite sides while we chatted about movies and TV and what it would be like to be famous. The sheet became the official border for about thirty seconds. Then he shifted closer.

We lay on our backs, shoulders slightly touching. Warm. Eyes on the ceiling fan. He told me about his first swim meet, how he false started and still swears he heard the gun early. I told him about the time I pretended to twist an ankle during sprints to get out of practice and sold it so hard the coach called my mom. We tried to be quiet, but we kept laughing, probably too loud, but no one complained. Our feet found each other under the sheet. Mine were freezing but his were warm. I tucked my feet under his to warm them up.

“You’re feet are freezing, dude,” he said.

“Just need to warm them up on you,” I said. He giggled.

“It’s warmer up here,” he said, and reached down to grab my foot, pulling it up to his crotch. My leg was bent now, and he pulled my foot firmly into the leg hole of his boxer briefs, pressing it under his balls. He squeezed it with his thighs and I just laughed. I could literally feel his heartbeat.

It really was warm.

“That does feel good,” I said.

The room settled, Spring-night stillness, window cracked, far-off traffic. He let my foot fall out of his crotch and turned on his side, face angled toward me in the dark.

“What if we never figure out a label,” he said softly. “What if it just keeps feeling like this.”

“Then we win,” I said.

He smiled, even in shadows I could tell. Warmth moved down my ribs, a small but strong fire in my abdomen. He reached for my hand, just kind of holding it loosely. No fireworks, just a grounded feeling. I fell asleep to his breathing, steady and close.