Chapter 2
“Shit, you’ve been holding out on me.”
“How?” Corey choked out.
“You never told me you had a porn dick!”
“Of course not! That’s so gay! And I do not!”
Corey disentangled himself from his shirt and threw on the pile of wet clothes. They were both completely naked now. There was nowhere to hide. For either of them.
“You can’t be serious. Who hasn’t watched porn and compared themselves to the men there? Bro, be real.”
“Well… maybe once or twice…but they’re all so much bigger so-”
“Whoa, you need to share this big-dick porn you’ve been watching, if you think that.”
So Corey liked it when the dicks were massive in his porn. So what? It meant they were the stars of the show. A preference he shared with Brooks, it seemed.
“I gotta see who’s bigger.”
Brooks moved closer, pressing them together. Chest to chest. Close enough for their swords to cross.
An electric jolt zipped up Corey’s spine.
“Fuuuck,” Brooks said.
Corey moved away, but Brooks followed. They were both under the spray now. Brooks rested his head on Corey’s shoulder, watching their dicks. Corey hesitantly mirrored him.
At least Brooks was willingly standing under the warm water?
With all their joking about ‘no homo’ and ‘that’s so gay!’ he’d thought Brooks would react more negatively to being dick to dick, naked and hard.
Brooks twisted his hips, knocking their dicks together, and laughed like it was the funniest shit he’d ever seen. He swung again and grunted as if he’d just swung a broadsword.
Not to be outdone, Corey swung in return, his harder dick knocking Brooks’s around and grazing Brooks’s stomach.
If there was any chance of him softening, it was gone. Along with Corey’s hesitance to play this game.
They both laughed, taking swings at each other, even as Corey secretly wondered why this wasn’t gay if everything else they’d joked around about had been. There was a thrill to it, though; he couldn’t deny that.
Maybe this was a sign they were both in shock.
Did Brooks get a zing of pleasure every time they knocked their dicks together?
Actually… it was starting to feel too good. Like the gay jokes were hitting too close to home, good. Corey had the unmistakable urge to stroke himself hard and fast.
“We having a sword fight or are we going to measure?” Corey said.
At this rate, they were going to go from two straight guys paying around, to something really gay!
“Right, let’s see who is bigger,” Brooks said, sounding absolutely fixated.
Together they gripped their dicks and held them up side by side. Brooks was slightly taller than Corey, so Corey had to go up on his toes and rest a hand on Brooks’s shoulder for balance.
“Ha! I’m bigger, who’s the gay one now?” Corey crowed.
Now this was the kind of game Corey was happy to win.
“No fucking way.”
Brooks did the unthinkable. He stroked himself, knuckles brushing against Corey’s shaft.
Corey gulped.
“You’re so gay,” Corey scoffed. Anything to distract himself from how hard his heart was pounding.
But he should have known that saying that was a mistake.
“I’ll show you gay.”
Brooks took their dicks in both hands and stoked them together.
“Gah!” Corey cried out in shock, arching into the sudden and intense stimulation. “How is this not gay!?”
“You’re the one who got hard first. I’m just catching up.”
“Or you can admit defeat. I’m the bigger swinging dick.”
“You haven’t seen me at my hardest yet.”
Corey couldn’t look away. Their dicks looked perfect together, side by side in Brooks’s hands. Brooks’s big, soft hands, warming up from the water and the heat from their dicks.
“Oh,” Corey breathed. “But do you need to stroke me too?”
This was dangerously close to Corey’s favourite porn. Corey loved to watch double penetration. Nothing beats two dicks in one hole. Especially when the camera zoomed in on them, side by side, entering together. Two dicks rubbing together while fucking a girl wasn’t gay.
Watching Brooks’s hands pump the two of them together was like getting his first ever bird’s-eye view.
Was this what it felt like to be in those videos? Christ.
“Just making us even.”
Brooks firmed his grip, working the two of them up with such practiced precision that Corey had to wonder if he’d done this before. Where was this focus when they pulled an all-nighter in the library?
Fuck it was good.
Too good.
Corey tightened his grip on Brooks’s shoulder
He should stop this. He should laugh, call Brooks gay, and put an end to this game. This was getting too real.
Brooks was supposed to be against gay things! So was Corey! They’d both reacted with disgust when they’d stumbled on their friend Lance fucking Reece against the library window a month ago.
“I’m not gonna stop until my dick is bigger than yours. Just you wait.”
“Yeah, but…”
Corey was into girls. So was Brooks. They’d established this.
Was Brooks doing something so gay to get Corey’s dick to soften? So that he’d win?
Oh. Ha! That explained everything. Brooks thought he was being so smart. Little did he know, that wasn’t going to happen.
“I’m almost there,” Brooks said, unknowingly bringing Corey closer and closer to the edge.
The more Brooks stroked, the bigger he became. His hands knew exactly what to do. Thank God Brooks couldn’t see Corey’s face, or he’d realize the effect he was having.
Or maybe Brooks did know. He switched to fucking his hands, their shafts rubbing together, exactly like in Corey’s favourite porn.
It was too much! Too close to- He was close to-
“Enough! It’s a tie! We can stop,” Corey blurted out.
Brooks had taken longer to catch up, but he was there now. No reason to continue. Brooks was the normal one. He hadn’t gotten rock hard at the first touch of a warm body. Corey was the gay one here. He was the one who was making this weird.
“I’m not done yet!”
Brooks stopped thrusting, only to resume stroking them both with his hands. Paying extra attention to the sensitive heads.
Realization washed over Corey like a wave.
“Brooks, I’m- Brooks! I’m gonna- Oh Christ!”
Warm, wet hands flew over their dicks.
Corey griped Brooks hard, curling into him, joining in to stroke them exactly as he liked it.
Oh fuck.
It was like getting hit by the avalanche all over again.
Cum hit them both in the chest. Brooks’s vigorous stroking did not stop even as his hands used Corey’s cum as lube.
“Wow, that’s so gay.” Brooks laughed, before he froze, squeezing tight, his cum joining Corey’s in coating their dicks and bodies.
Corey’s head was spinning.
So was Brooks’s, going by the way he was leaning against Corey.
At least Corey wasn’t alone in taking the game too far.
On the bright side, they were both warm now?