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He turned and found Lexi looking at him with a grin. Her eyes slowly lowered toward his lap, lingering there long enough for Cody’s stomach to tighten.
“Nice,” she said, quiet enough that Hunter and Audrey couldn’t hear her over the blaring stereo.
Cody shrugged and turned away, hoping to deflect whatever ideas Lexi might’ve gotten from their conversation.
He knew he was running out of time to keep turning down his girlfriend’s advances without giving her a real explanation.
Still, he didn’t exactly want their first experience together to happen at Audrey’s house, with Hunter and Audrey somewhere nearby and the whole night already charged with awkward sexual energy.
After the short drive, they pulled into the sprawling driveway.
Cody never felt more out of place in his little circle of friends than when they went to Audrey’s parents’ house—or, more accurately, their mansion.
A long colonnade stretched across the front, and a stone fountain sat in the center of the broad, arched cobblestone drive.
The place might’ve looked like a castle if it weren’t for the other enormous homes on either side of it, all tucked behind the gates and built with the same expensive, excessive grandeur.
Both girls hopped out of the car and immediately fell into a private conversation. They glanced back at Cody and giggled.
He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he knew enough to recognize that they were up to something. The looks they exchanged only made his stomach tighten.
He and Hunter headed inside, and the brawny jock led him upstairs to the living room with the big-screen television. Hunter dropped onto the couch, put his feet up, and laced his hands behind his head before switching on the sports channel.
“So, when are you and Lexi going to do the deed?” he asked.
“What? I mean, we’ve already kind of . . . I don’t know,” Cody said, caught off guard and immediately embarrassed.
“Come on, bro. She told Audrey she’s practically having to assault you just to get your cock out of your pants. She said she still doesn’t even know if you’ve got a big one or not.”
“Is she a size queen or something?” Cody asked.
Hunter shrugged and laughed. “Who cares? She wants to fuck, bro. You’ve got to get on that. For all you know, she’s a dirty girl. And if she is, count yourself lucky, because Audrey won’t do anything,” Hunter lamented.
“Really?” Cody asked.
“Well, okay, we fuck, but it’s all lovey-dovey missionary position. She won’t even let me take her from behind,” he complained, lazily flipping through the channels. “She says it’s because I’m too big and it would hurt her, but we both know it’s just because she’s that type.”
Cody could hardly concentrate after hearing the phrase too big.
His eyes drifted toward Hunter’s lap again, subtle enough that he hoped his friend wouldn’t notice.
He searched for some hint of the jock’s bulge beneath his jeans, but there was nothing terribly suggestive there.
Nothing like Cody’s own cock, which was thickening rapidly and pressing harder against the front of his pants as he imagined Hunter hung like a horse, taking Audrey from behind.
The mental image was immediate and filthy, and Cody hated how eagerly his body responded to it.
“What do you mean, ‘that type’?” he asked.
“You know.” Hunter glanced around for the girls before lowering his voice.
“Too good for everything. A prude. She won’t even suck my dick,” he said, quieter still.
“All the guys on the team keep talking about how amazing it feels to get your dick sucked, and I’m sitting there nodding and laughing like I know what they’re talking about. But I don’t, because Audrey won’t even try it—not even once. She says it’s ‘degrading.’”
Hunter sighed and sank farther into the couch.
Cody could tell his buddy was genuinely worked up and sexually frustrated, but all he could think about was what Hunter’s cock must’ve looked like. He imagined himself down on his knees, face-to-face with the jock’s big dickhead, staring at the small slit at its tip while Hunter looked down at him.
The thought made him harder than he’d ever been.
“Where did you boys go?” Lexi called from downstairs.
“We’re up here, babe, watching the highlights,” Hunter answered.
“Ugh,” Cody and Hunter heard Audrey groan. Then she shouted, “We’re going across the street to Crystal’s. She wants to show us the car her dad bought her for graduation.”
“What? When are you coming back?” Hunter yelled. “I thought you two were going to give us a show!”
“Oh my God . . . such a perv,” they heard Lexi mutter from the foyer.
“I don’t know. We’ll be back in a little bit,” Audrey called.
The front door opened and then shut, leaving the house suddenly quieter.
“Fuck,” Hunter said. “I was ready to go. I’m so fucking horny, bro.”
He shifted on the couch, still staring at the television without really watching it.
“I really thought I was onto something at the restaurant. Could you imagine my girlfriend and yours making out? Fuck, what if they actually, you know, got naked and went down on each other, too?”
Cody looked down again.
This time, he thought he could make out the faintest hint of a bulge in Hunter’s jeans.
The sight made him bite his lip, struggling to keep his expression neutral as his dirty thoughts became harder to control.
His mind kept circling back to the same thing: what his buddy’s big dick might actually look like.
He’d spent the past year thinking about it. Wondering about it.
“Come on,” Cody said dismissively. “You know there was no way they were going to do anything with each other. You just said yourself that Audrey was a prude. I doubt Lexi is much different, to be honest.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Hunter said. “Girls aren’t horny all the time like us.”
The jock laughed.
“You know, maybe Audrey was just being honest,” Cody said, still unable to steer his thoughts away from Hunter’s cock. “Maybe she isn’t a prude and you’re just too big.”
The words came out before he could stop them.
“Maybe they really would do something with each other, I mean,” he added quickly, hoping to justify the remark and disguise the real reason he’d said it.
“I’m not that big, bro. It’s like eight inches,” Hunter said.
“Fuck,” Cody blurted. The word escaped before he could stop it. “That’s really big—especially if you’re thick, too. I’m only six.”
“You think so?” Hunter asked.
“Come on, bro. We were on the team together. We both got a look at the other guys walking around naked,” Cody said.
The second the words were out of his mouth, he became painfully self-conscious.
Shit. What if Hunter didn’t look at the other guys? Did I just lie about something I don’t even do, only to make Hunter think I spent all my time on the team peeking at dudes’ cocks?
Cody’s heart began to race as he waited for Hunter’s response, suddenly aware of how eager he must’ve sounded.
“Yeah, true,” Hunter said. “Never saw another guy as big as me.”
The jock wore a satisfied grin, entirely unbothered by the confession.
“Well, there you go,” Cody said, nearly unable to keep his composure.
His mouth had gone dry. Hearing Hunter confirm it so casually made the image in Cody’s head feel even more real: eight thick inches hidden beneath the denim of his friend’s jeans, only a few feet away.
“So what if Audrey is a prude? Maybe she is, but it’s her right,” Cody continued. “It’s like we were talking about at the restaurant. Since they don’t think doing stuff with another girl is cheating, you’ll just have to do something with another guy if you want a good blowjob.”
For a moment, Cody sat in suspense.
He didn’t say anything else—not even a laugh to soften the suggestion. The words hung between them, far more suggestive now that he’d spoken them aloud. He shifted restlessly, worried Hunter might realize he wasn’t merely shooting the shit.
Finally, Cody let out a breathy huff of laughter.
“You could always just break up with her. Obviously, you’re not going to go out and do stuff with another guy,” Cody added, laughing nervously.
“I can’t break up with her, bro. Look at this house!”
Hunter grinned. “Her dad is the biggest lawyer in the state, and he’s running for office in a couple of years. If I tough it out, I’m going to have major job prospects after college if the football thing doesn’t work out. She likes me a lot. I can’t fuck it up.”
“Then I guess you’re screwed, bro,” Cody said. “Unless you let another guy suck your dick, you’re just going to be a miserable star football player with a rich girlfriend.”
He laughed, hoping it sounded casual.
Cody lowered both fists into his lap and rested them over the rock-hard bulge straining against his jeans.
The conversation about blowjobs—specifically, about Hunter receiving one—had left him too hard to hide easily.
His cock felt trapped inside the tight denim, throbbing every time his imagination returned to the thought of Hunter’s supposed eight inches.
He kept licking and biting his lips, trying to pacify the restless sexual frustration building deep inside his body.
“You know, I’d probably do it, too,” Hunter said.
“Do what?” Cody asked.
“You know, do something with another guy. Don’t tell anybody, but honestly, it doesn’t bother me, really. Like, I know I’m straight. I fucking love pussy, but what can I say? A blowjob is a blowjob, and an asshole is an asshole, right? Sometimes you just need a nice, warm hole to cum into.”
Hunter said it with a straight face.
There was no immediate grin to make it into a joke, no loud laugh to drain the seriousness from his words. He simply sat there on the couch, speaking as though the idea made perfect sense.
Fuck, Cody thought. He’s going to make me cum in my pants if he keeps leading me on like this.
“Yeah, you know, I guess I could see where you’re coming from,” Cody said.
He barely recognized his own voice. It sounded restrained and cautious, nothing like the frantic thoughts rushing through his mind.
“So you wouldn’t do it if the opportunity was right in front of you?” Hunter asked.
Again, there was little of the laughter or levity that usually surrounded everything the jock said. Instead, Cody noticed how genuinely curious Hunter seemed. His gaze remained on him, waiting for an answer.
The tension grew with every passing second and every shallow breath between them.
Cody shrugged despite already knowing his answer. His heart pounded faster, and adrenaline left his wrists strangely weak and shaky. He knew the answer well enough to blurt it out right then and there.
But he couldn’t.