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Even with Hunter seemingly baiting him into admitting it, Cody couldn’t bring himself to say exactly how badly he wanted another guy—or how badly he wanted Hunter specifically.
It didn’t take long, however, before Cody began wondering where the line might be. How far would Hunter go? How much more would he have to say before Cody finally relented and admitted that he was desperate to see the jock’s allegedly huge dick?
“I don’t know. Maybe I would. The girls don’t think it’s cheating, after all,” Cody said, adding a small laugh to the end of the remark.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think they snuck off to Crystal’s to do something with her—the three of them having themselves a nice little lesbian threesome,” Hunter said, grinning.
Cody knew the idea was ridiculous, but he could entertain it.
By that point, he could entertain anything that kept the conversation moving in this direction.
“So it’s only fair that we get to relieve ourselves, too, you know?” Hunter said.
Silence settled between the two eighteen-year-old boys.
The room was quiet except for the low murmur of the sports highlights playing across the television. Cody could hear the commentators talking, but the words had become meaningless background noise. All he could focus on was Hunter beside him and the sledgehammer beating of his own heart.
He wondered whether Hunter could hear it.
Cody knew that if his friend had any interest in looking, he could probably tell that Cody was hard. His fists might’ve covered the most obvious part of the bulge, but they couldn’t hide the stiffness of his posture or the way his jeans were stretched tightly beneath them.
Maybe he knows I’m hard. Maybe that’s why he’s saying all of this.
Cody knew he shouldn’t let his guard down. It could’ve been a test or a trap, after all—some cruel attempt to get him to admit something Hunter could laugh about later.
But he couldn’t help himself.
The stakes were high, but the possible reward was even higher.
“No doubt,” Cody said. “Sometimes I definitely wish I could get a good blowjob, but Lexi is too good for that stuff, too.”
It was a lie, but it came easily enough. He needed Hunter to believe they were in the same position—two frustrated guys with girlfriends who refused to give them what they wanted.
“Really?” Hunter said. “Damn, I had no idea. So we’ve both got ourselves a couple of prudes.”
The jock laughed. “You know what I really wish I could try? Anal. But good luck getting that with Audrey, since she won’t even suck me. You think she’d let anything near that perfect little asshole of hers?”
“Perfect?” Cody asked.
“Yeah, bro. So fucking nice I could eat off it.” Hunter grinned.
“Have you ever done that?” Cody asked.
“Done what? Eaten ass?” Hunter shifted his eyes from side to side, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. “Maybe.”
“No way,” Cody said, growing harder by the second.
“Just once,” Hunter said. “I was . . . fuck. Bro, if you tell anybody this, I will kick your ass—no lie.”
Cody dragged his fingers across his closed lips in the motion of a zipper, hoping to earn his buddy’s trust. His pulse had already started beating harder. Whatever Hunter was about to admit, Cody could tell it wasn’t going to be another casual joke.
“Look, I’ve already done a thing or two with another guy—a couple of the guys from the team,” Hunter said, lowering his voice. “What could I do? I was fucking desperate to get a good blowjob, bro. And yeah, I returned the favor by teasing some ass with my tongue.”
“You’re fucking with me,” Cody said.
“Cross my heart.” Hunter wore a proud grin, apparently more amused by the confession than ashamed of it.
“Who?” Cody asked.
“I’m not telling, bro. They asked me never to tell, so fuck if I’m telling you,” Hunter said.
“After all, if it was you sucking my dick, would you want me blathering about it to the guys on the team? I keep my secrets, dude. All I’ll say is that they were both assistants on the coaching staff—both from the college team.”
Cody’s head went hot at the direct mention of him sucking Hunter’s cock. The words landed so naturally that, for a second, he wondered whether Hunter had chosen them on purpose.
He already felt faint and overwhelmed with lust, but now it seemed more inevitable than ever that his buddy was inviting him to do something. Maybe not saying it outright, but leading him there one confession at a time.
Cody wanted it more than anything.
“How long ago did this happen?” he asked, still shocked.
“It was only a couple months ago. The first time was, like, the weekend after my eighteenth birthday, because one of them was hanging out at my parents’ house to give me my gift.”
“How did it start?” Cody asked, looking down at the bulge in Hunter’s jeans. “Like, what happened first?”
“Well, you know,” Hunter began. “We were watching porn together, just like you and me right now. I mean, it wasn’t sports highlights, but we were sitting just like this.”
Hunter shifted slightly on the couch. “And he was all like, ‘Fuck, I’m hard, bro. If I don’t get my cock out of these shorts, it’s going to hurt so bad.’ So I was like, ‘Go for it, bro.’ I could already tell he was hard inside his shorts. He had a full-on tent going in them.”
Hunter laughed.
“Anyway,” he continued, keeping his voice low and glancing around the room.
He acted as though somebody might walk in and catch them talking about such filthy things.
“He tugged his shorts down, and bam, there it was. His cock was pretty big, too. It wasn’t as big as mine, but it was big enough to kind of make me want to pull my dick out, too.”
“Fuck,” Cody gasped.
The reaction slipped out before he could temper it. His imagination had already replaced the unnamed assistant with himself, sitting beside Hunter with both of their cocks exposed.
Hunter grinned and continued. “Yeah, so he was right there next to me, jerking himself off. Once he’d started, I didn’t feel as insecure about doing it, too. So I pulled out my dick. He took one look at it and was like, ‘I’ve got to try sucking that thing.’”
“You’re full of shit,” Cody said.
“I’m serious, bro.”
“So what? You just let him do it?” Cody asked.
“Well, I mean, I was fucking horny as hell, and Audrey was giving me the cold shoulder that week because we’d gotten into a fight. I don’t know what came over me, but yeah. I figured it couldn’t be any different from a girl’s mouth, right?”
“And?” Cody asked.
“He sucked it good, bro. He sucked it so good I accidentally came in his mouth. But he said he didn’t mind. Said he was actually hoping I would.”
“That’s wild, man,” Cody said, shaking his head.
His own cock was so hard that he wondered whether it might break if he didn’t free it from his tight jeans soon. The denim felt stiff and unyielding around him, pressing painfully against the swollen length beneath his zipper.
More than anything, he wanted to find himself in the same position with his buddy. He wanted Hunter sitting beside him with his cock out, giving Cody permission to stare at it, touch it, and finally put it in his mouth.
He just didn’t know how to make that happen without coming right out and asking to suck Hunter’s cock—and that was one proposition he still couldn’t bring himself to make.
“Anyway, he said he was in the closet and asked me not to tell anybody. I told him his secret was more than safe with me. Only, like, a week later, I ended up in the same kind of situation at the other guy’s house. We ended up sucking each other, and, well, that time I was kind of drunk,
so I said ‘fuck it’ and ate his ass. I thought it was going to be a big mistake, but it made me cum so fast.”
Hunter smiled as he remembered it, his expression loose and satisfied.
“You’re full of it, bro,” Cody said.
“No way,” Hunter protested. “I felt pretty bad about all of it, too, until Audrey said she didn’t think it was cheating if it was with the same sex. I’d been trying to feel her out on that for a while.”
“That’s why you brought all that lesbian stuff up?” Cody asked.
Hunter nodded.
Cody could hardly contain himself. He wanted nothing more than to reach across the space between them and feel Hunter’s cock through his jeans, confirming with his own hand that the thick bulge was as big as Hunter claimed.
He wanted to look Hunter directly in the eyes and search them for permission. Then he wanted the space between them to disappear, their mouths meeting in a long, passionate kiss that would finally make all the tension between them impossible to deny.
He couldn’t believe Hunter was telling him such intimate things. He felt strangely honored by it, surprised that his usually stoic and jocular friend—so often seemingly unaffected by anything that crossed his path—could let himself be this vulnerable in front of him.
Hunter still dressed up his confessions with the usual nervous laughter, the constant bro this and bro that, as if making everything sound casual could keep it from meaning too much.
But Cody knew his friend well enough to recognize that something about him was different now.
The change was subtle but undeniable, and it was enough to make Cody believe Hunter was telling the truth—that he’d really done things with other guys, and the experience had changed something in him.
Cody, on the other hand, was still sexually conflicted and had no stories of his own.
He was attracted to girls, or at least he thought he was, but he remained confused by how intensely the guys in the locker room excited him.
He couldn’t explain why a brief glimpse of a bulge through football leggings could stay in his head for hours, or why Lexi’s hand on his cock made him soften while the memory of Hunter changing across the locker room could leave him hard almost instantly.
Now Cody could think of only one thing: getting Hunter to pull out his cock so he could finally see another guy’s dick up close and in real life.
Only then, Cody decided, would he know for sure how he felt.
“I still don’t know if I believe you,” Cody lied. “In fact, I call bullshit on the fact that your cock is just so fucking perfect that everybody has to suck it.”
The blond hoped he could goad his buddy into proving it somehow, though the possibility made his stomach tighten with nervous anticipation.
“Guess you’re just going to have to see it to believe it, aren’t you?” Hunter said.
The jock grabbed the remote and began punching a few buttons.
He opened the television’s internet browser and quickly navigated to a porn website, which splashed across the enormous screen in front of them.
The first video he landed on showed a sexy, pale-skinned redhead stripping out of a college sweater and then slowly removing her bra and panties.
“Fuck yeah,” Hunter said. “You in or you chicken?”
“What?” Cody asked.
He looked down just as his buddy started working his way out of his pants. Hunter slid the zipper down his jeans and tugged them to his ankles, taking his boxers with them.
It took only half a second for Cody to see the massive cock spill free and spring into the air, already stiff and every bit as impossibly thick as it was long.
“Fuck me,” Cody blurted.
He immediately covered his mouth. “I mean . . . what I meant was . . .”
Hunter laughed and shook his head.
“I fucking told you, bro,” the jock said.
Cody’s eyes locked onto the massive dick Hunter had pulled from his pants. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Hunter had told him it was longer than eight inches—maybe even nine—with a perfectly shaped reddish head sitting at the top like a crown.
It was thick, too. Much thicker than Cody had expected. He wondered whether he could even close his fingers around its wide girth. The shaft was smoothly wrapped in pale pink skin, with small veins rising beneath the surface and running along its length.
Cody’s mouth watered just looking at it.