“We’re not playing right now.”
“Troy, seriously. Just drop it. You were right, okay? It was a stupid idea.” I can feel a hot flush creeping up my neck. I want to disappear. I want to rewind the last five minutes and just play the fucking game.
“Hang on. Let’s be real for a second.” He leans forward again, forearms on his knees. “You were actually thinking about us doing what I did with that guy in the bathroom.”
I wipe a sweaty palm on my thigh. “Got caught up in what you were saying. You made it sound… I don’t know. Logical or whatever. It was just talk.”
“And who would be doing the sucking in this scenario?”
“What?”
“Who would be on his knees? Me or you? Hypothetically.”
“I don’t know, man. We could take turns. Or… I don’t know, rock-paper-scissors or something.”
“Rock-paper-scissors?” Troy laughs. “Damn, you really didn’t think this through, did you?”
“Like I said, stupid idea.”
“No. What I mean is, I’m way too big for a first-timer. I’d choke you out. You can’t seriously be thinking of starting with a dick like mine. No offense.”
I stare at his crotch again, at the bulge pushing against the gray fabric.
“You’re notthatbig, man. Save the bravado for the girls you’re trying to impress. I’ve seen you naked. Yeah, you’re a little bigger than me, but you’re not a fucking porn star.”
“You been measuring up, bro?” There’s a glint in his eye now, the cocky Troy I know creeping back in.
“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re my roommate. I’ve seen your dick a hundred times. It’s not like I’ve been checking you out.”
“But you’ve never seen me hard, have you?” He gives my shoulder a squeeze, and I tense up. “You don’t have the full picture.” He reaches into the front of his sweatpants, shifting himself around. “There’s a difference. Trust me.”
“I know how erections work, Troy. I’ve got one of my own.”
“But not like this, I bet.” He pats the front of his pants. “Want a sneak peek?”
His fingers are already hooked under the waistband, right by the drawstring tie. My eyes follow the movement.
“Dude…”
“Just giving you the intel you need to make an informed decision. Because if you’re serious about this, which, let’s be honest, you were, then you need to know what you’re getting into.” He tugs the waistband down a couple of inches. Dark brown pubes spill over the top. He stops and looks at me. “Well? You want to see? Or we go back to me kicking your ass. Your call.”
It’s weird. Half an hour ago, if Troy had pulled this shit, I would’ve told him to fuck off. Or laughed it off. But now, after everything he said, after picturing him in that bathroom… I’m genuinely curious. I want to see it.
“Yeah, whatever,” I say as casually as I can manage, even though my heart is trying to punch its way out of my chest.
Troy grins, the smug bastard. “Thought so.” He takes his time tugging his sweatpants down, dragging it out like he’s enjoying the suspense. The base comes into view, and I can see the vein on top pulsing. He’s already half-hard. It’s thicker than I expected. He pulls the fabric down a little more. More cock reveals itself. Then more. And more. Jesus Christ, it just keeps coming. I had no idea. I really thought he was bullshitting.
But he wasn’t.
Finally, the head pops free, the foreskin pulling back to reveal a glistening, purplish tip. The whole thing rests againsthis thigh, bigger half-hard than I am fully erect. Troy lets the elastic waistband sit under his balls, pushing the whole package up. He grips it at the base and gives it a little shake, letting it swing back and forth.
“Still think you can take it?”
I stare at it. At the veins snaking up the shaft, the curve of it, the way it looks soft and hard at the same time. At the full, heavy balls underneath. I’ve never been this close to another dude’s cock before. Never studied one like this.
I’m surprised at the feeling stirring deep in my gut. The sudden, overwhelming urge to touch it. To taste it. To see how much of it I can fit in my mouth.
“I, uh…” I clear my throat.
