"Well I Can See Why She Likes It"

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 1: Mr. Questions

In high school, I once had to share a room with my sister’s boyfriend on a trip. My Mom was being finicky about letting them have their own hotel room, so to keep the peace we all agreed to just split boys and girls in separate rooms of the suite. I had always thought Kenny was a cool guy. He treated me like a little brother, so I was kind of excited to share a room with him to be honest.

When we got ready for bed, the lights were still on as he removed his shirt while watching the TV. I admired the curvature of his muscular back. He had the same pale skin and shoulder freckles that I had, and even looked a lot like me except probably five inches taller. We could’ve been brothers ourselves.

“Your muscles look good,” I said, then sort of turned red realizing that maybe that was embarrassing to say.

He looked over his shoulder and smiled, putting me at ease. “Thanks, buddy, I’ve been lifting and swimming a lot.” 

He flexed and turned toward me, bouncing his pecs and bulging his biceps.

I felt a fair amount of envy, as well as a knot in my stomach, but I was enjoying the show. “I wish I could get jacked.”

He sat down across from me and started texting someone, probably my sister, but kept talking to me too. “You will, dude, just gotta find something physical you like and then keep doing it. The ladies will thank you.”

I rolled my eyes lightly. “Lost me there, dude. I can’t even fucking talk to girls. My mouth turns dry if they’re hot.”

He chuckled, and leaned back on his pillow, still texting. “Yeah, I’ve noticed you get a bit tongue-tied. Just gotta practice at that too. Start with girls who are easier to talk to.”

“You make everything sound so easy.”

“It’s easier once you do it. It’s just hard in your head. You’ll see what I mean after you get some practice.”

“How did you first talk to girls?”

“Honestly? I had a friend who got a crush on me, and it just went from there. When I realized I didn’t really like her back, I had to end it. It was hard and it isn’t the same, but we’re still friends. After that experience though, I found it easy to talk to girls, accept rejection, and all that.”

“Cannot relate.” I said, pulling out my own phone and scrolling through tiktok. We didn’t talk for a few minutes while I got bombarded with toxic masculinity reels, even though I don’t really like those. 

“How’d you get with my sister? I always thought she would never have a boyfriend. She’s too stuck up.” We laughed together.

“We just have a good… connection.” He said, cryptically, making me glare at him.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a good... physical connection,” he admitted. Almost looking embarrassed.

“Alright I don’t wanna hear any more about that.”

I sighed. He yawned. It was time to go to sleep.

He stood up in the space between our beds, only a foot away from me, and dropped his pants. From the side view, I was struck with the pronounced bulge in his tight, blue boxer briefs, with a neon green trim. I could smell his musk, emanating from his warm crotch. My mind instantly retracted into feeling like a little boy again, compared to him, even though he was only a couple years older.

“Woah,” I said, not sure what joke to say to ease the tension in my brain, seeing such a masculine body so close. 

He lightly chuckled. “Sorry, buddy.” He hopped under the covers and lay on his back. I was struck with some amount of awe, and I could still see his bulge through the blanket.

Without any filter on my frazzled brain, I blurted out the first thought that came to my head. 

“Well, I can see why she likes it.”

His head shot over to face me, looking almost confused. I looked back at him, and I could feel my face turning red. The mood of the room changed entirely. It was quiet, for just a moment too long. Why the fuck did I say that?

His face relaxed into a smirk. 

“Yeah,” he said, thankfully easing the tension in my body once again, “ladies love it.” 

“Your muscles,” I said, trying to erase the comment I had made about his package by redirecting it to something within scope of typical male bonding.

“Yeah,” he said, understanding my sentiment. He paused. “And you can’t skip leg day.”

“Really?” I said, “who cares about legs?”

“Dude, it matters,” he said, getting out of his bed again, this time his package having grown slightly, but noticeabley. It literally bounced up and down as he got up, a foot in front of me, in the space between our beds. From where he stood, I could see the whole thing up close.  

“See?”

I snapped out of it, forgetting for a moment that he was ostensibly showing me his leg muscles.

“You were talking about my muscles, right?” he said.

Then he wiggled his hips.

I could feel my body implode into a nervous ball of spiky energy. His thick sausage and large nuts were swaying back and forth. There was so much meat in his underwear, and they were filled out so tightly, I could fully see the shape of the head of his dick. It was the size of a tangerine, and it wasn’t even hard. He was smirking at me, and it turned into a giggle, his abs tensing as I looked up at him.

I finally found a smile inside my nervous energy. But my mouth was dry. I was having the same feeling when a girl tries to talk to me. I couldn’t focus. My brain was a barrel of monkeys.

I could see in his face that he noticed my nerves. I was quiet. He turned to the side, showing his package from a new angle, still pretending to show me his leg muscles.

“When you said you can see why she likes it, did you mean this?” He tensed his leg, showing his quads, his glutes, his hamstrings. They were thick. He even pulled up the boxer briefs to show the muscle definition, and showed part of his balls and the base of his thick shaft. My face was stone as my mind went into overdrive. The tension was breaking me. He gave himself a wedgie and showed his hairless ass muscles, and gave his butt cheek a loud slap. He faced me and tensed his thighs repeatedly. They looked like they were made of concrete.

“These could smash your head, bro,” he said through a tensed flex of a breath.

Then I felt it. My nervous tingle traveled to my crotch, and I felt liftoff. My salami pressed against my underwear under the blanket. This is just a nerves boner, I thought to myself. I couldn't admit what I was feeling, even inside my head. I was wearing loose clothes and there was no way to stop it from showing. I pulled my legs up and leaned forward, still looking at Kenny. Or, rather, his meaty junk.

“Did you mean you get why she likes this?” he said, then leaned forward, his arm an inch from my face, his junk pointed downward in his underwear and it was getting harder. He flexed his bicep an inch from my nose, and suddenly, I pictured my head trapped inside it, losing consciousness as he squeezed me, his sweaty aroma overtaking me as my eyes went dark.

But my eyes returned to the sausage hanging down between his thighs. The pink python he was hiding under his blue and green boxer briefs. I was sure it was getting harder. I think I even saw a twitch.

“You can touch it,” he said, looking down at me.

“I… could… what?” I stammered, looking up at him, pure fear on my face, fear of how my body was reacting.

“Go ahead, it’ll give you some motivation,” he said, then bumped my shoulder with his elbow, nodding to his bicep. Oh, right, he’s talking about his arm.

I reached out, and tentatively felt the steely firmness. I was more focused on hiding my erection. My hand couldn’t even grip the full muscle, let alone approach the girth of his large arms. It was like his elbows had swallowed grapefruits. A pair of veins was running right down the middle, and I pictured what kinds of veins might be present under his secret area. The only part of his body he hadn’t fully shown me yet tonight.

I finally found some words. “It’s… yeah it’s big. Nice dude… I gotta work out more.”

He stepped back and looked me over. “I’ll help you, dude. Let’s see what we’re starting with.”

I was confused for a second. I kept my legs up and the blanket over my lower half. “Well, I’ve always played football, JV now.”

“Good start,” he said, sitting back on the bed, “gimme a flex.”

I pushed my chest out, and lifted my arms, giving a weak little bicep tense.

“Are you flexing?” he asked.

“Yes!” I said a little too loudly. And we laughed, finally breaking some of my tension.

“Alright stand up,” he said, and I froze. Words escaped me again.

“C’mon, let’s see what else you’ve got,” he pressed a little further.

“Nah, I don’t have any muscles.”

“Yeah you do, everyone starts somewhere. Let’s see those legs.”

“Nah I can’t.”

“Don’t be shy, dude.”

“Nah, dude, I can’t,” I said, as I gestured to my crotch. His face showed that he realized what I was saying. My shame only grew as I saw him realize why I was hard. His smirk returned.

“No worries bro, it’s just us guys here. Happens to me all the time.” 

“Really? I'm hating it right now,” I said with a sigh.

“Nah, it’s just a part of being a guy. Check it out,” he said as he closed his eyes and sat back on his bed. 

I waited for a moment to see what he was doing, and within seconds I saw it. 

He was growing harder in his boxer briefs.

I swallowed, but my mouth was a desert. He lightly thrust his hips into the air, while his pink lips slightly parted. He was thinking about something sexy. I got so hard that I felt my underwear getting moist with pre-cum leaking out. He grew so large down there that his package was literally pulling the waistband out from his body. He opened his eyes, stood up, and shoved his manhood an inch from my face. I froze, uncomfortably thrilled on the inside. It was the essence of masculinity, right in front of me. Everything I wanted to be. His long shaft looked painfully constricted by the underwear as it bent from the tension, and pointed downward. 

He looked me in the eye. “See dude, now you’re not alone. Brothers in arms.”

“You’re so big,” I said, “yeah, I can see why she likes it.”

“I knew you were talking about my junk,” he said, smirking wider now.

I dropped my face into my hands. “Fuck, I accidentally said that out loud.”

“I get it, dude. But I’m sure you’ve got a nice slab of meat too.”

“No, you’re bigger. Way bigger. I’m just normal.”

He laughed. “I’m normal too.”

“No, you’re not dude. You’re a fucking moose.” He laughed again at my comparison.

“I measured it. It’s eight inches.”

“It looks even bigger.”

“How big are you?”

“Six inches, unless I’ve grown more... Also, you're like, as thick as a baseball bat. How does that go inside someone?”

His casual tone had lifted the nerves out of me, and I let him pull me into the fun. He paused for a second, and gestured to my crotch. I pulled off the blanket, showing him my tented underwear.

He looked at it seriously for a moment. “I bet you’ll get even bigger.”

I smiled. A bit of hope didn’t hurt. Then he went further.

He stood up and dropped his underwear abruptly. Flashing me his pink rocket and that pale skin that you only see in the underwear region. My mouth dropped. I could see precum on the tip, leaving a string downward. I followed his lead and pulled down my own underwear.

His face grew slightly more serious. The muscle comparison was done. We were comparing something else now. It felt like his body was sending electricity directly into mine from a foot away, as his throbbing monster looked me in the eye. He was controlling me with tension. My body was begging to be told what to do. I froze, with my red dick throbbing in the air, leaving a sticky trail down my shaft.

His eyes narrowed. “You wanna know what girls really like?"

A pause. "Firm glutes.”

I tilted my head, confused for a second about why we were talking about muscles again, until I remembered that glutes means ass. And my stomach dropped out of my body when I realized what he wanted. 

“Oh… yeah?” I said, squeaking on accident.

“Yeah,” he said smoothly. Another pause.

“Let’s see where you’re at, and I’ll give you some tips to improve.” 

I swallowed, but my mouth was still producing no saliva. I kicked off my underwear, now fully nude, my thin frame on show for him, and I turned over on the bed. He reached down and grabbed a cheek. “You don’t have any ass hair.”

I didn’t respond. 

He gripped my asscheeks firmly with both hands, kneading the flesh like he was working dough.

“You need a massage, buddy,” he said, his voice casual but my body was anything but. His thumbs pressed into my lower back, working their way back down, and I felt a shiver run through me as they brushed against my entrance.

“Relax,” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but obey. His thumbs circled, pressing closer until one slipped inside, slick with my sweat. I gasped, my body arching involuntarily, and before I could process it, I came, my face buried in the mattress, my hole pulsing around his thumb.

He chuckled, amused, and I felt something wet land on my quivering entrance. He just spit into my ass.

“You’re tense, dude. Let’s loosen you up.” He grabbed a bottle of lotion from the nightstand, squeezed some into his hands, and smoothed it over my ass, his thumbs slipping inside me again, deeper this time, while his fingers kneaded my glutes into a pseudo-relaxation.

Then, he straddled me.

His weight pressed me into the bed, and his cock rested against my hole.

“Girls love this,” he said, his voice steady, almost matter-of-fact. He pushed in slowly, and I chewed my lip to stifle a groan.

“Guess I’m a girl then,” I managed to say, my voice shaky.

He laughed, sounding almost satisfied, and started moving, his rhythm slow but deliberate. Soon, he grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up onto my knees, and I felt his bicep wrap around my neck.

“Breathe, buddy,” he said, and I did, my body trembling as he choked me just enough to make my head swim. The numbness helped the tension in my ass, and my dick was still as hard as steel. The weirdest mix of body sensations happening together.

His thrusts grew harder, faster, and when he reached down to rub me, I came again, my hole tightening around him.

“Good boy,” he growled, his breath hot in my ear. He adjusted his grip, his bicep flexing tighter, and I could barely think, barely breathe, as he kept pounding into me.

I came a third time, my body convulsing, and he finally let out a groan, his hips slamming into me as he filled me up.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice a growl, and I felt him pulse inside me, his cock twitching as he emptied himself.

He released my throat, and I collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, my body spent but buzzing with adrenaline. He patted my back, his touch almost brotherly, and said, “You’re a natural, dude. I owe you one.”

I just laughed, my face flushed, my mind still reeling. "No, I liked that. What the fuck happened?"

We both paused.

"Well, now you really do get why she likes it."