“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.
