Chapter 143 – Getting To Know Brady
Realizing my anger was quite the motivator, I decided I didn’t like anger as a motivator. I took some time to sit down and think about what all had transpired today and tried to reason through it rationally to see if I could arrive at a healthier mental state. Physically, I was capable of winning the state championship, and that was all I really needed to know at the time. If I wasn’t physically able, I wouldn’t have just successfully set a new school record and even recorded state record. We decided to keep today’s timing under wraps for the time being. Erin was still working on his launches from the platform and I was coaching him at the moment, but was really just relaxing a little and trying to think through some relationship matters involving Dawson and Les mainly. Andy, although not happy about Ashton’s needs, seemed to have decided to work through them with him. That was one of the problems checked off.
While sitting on the bench giving Erin some pointers, Les was being a smartass down a pool flashing cock at me and making obscene gestures. I was mainly ignoring him which seemed to bother him some. He finally made his way down to me and sat beside me on the bleachers as I coached Erin.
“Congratulations, Josh. Everyone’s talking about the new record you just set. Damn, boy, you got some speed. What got your ass all fired up?” Les asked slapping me on my back.
“You for one, Les. Then there are others also,” I said stopping there.
“How’d I get you so fired up? You thinking about my hot ass on your dick from last Friday? Pretty hot wasn’t it? Brandon. Wow. Who’d ever thought that would have happened? Scared the fuck out of me when he first came out of the closet. About gave me a heart attack. Shit. Turned out okay though,” Les said kidding around. I wasn’t sharing his enthusiasm.
“Not really any of that, Les. I just found out that you outed me to some girl you hardly knew, who told a friend of a friend that I was gay which came back to me. And just where did you get this information and why would you do something like that to me? That’s extremely disappointing since we’re supposed to be friends and even been intimate friends lately,” I said making his mouth drop.
“Wait. What the fuck is that all about? I don’t have any idea what you just said,” Les answered puzzled.
“Some girl you were fucking with that big fuck stick of yours asked about gay guys on the swim team. You named, me, Andy and Jack as the gay guys on the team. Why would you do such a thing?” I asked. Les could tell I was deeply disturbed about this and he seemed to want to help me find information, even if incriminating to him, so we could resolve any issue that was obviously causing a new problem between us. I could tell he was just as worried that I was upset, and he didn’t want any of that.
“Josh, I have no idea why I did a stupid thing like that and really don’t remember saying anything to anyone. I could have for that matter, but I sure don’t remember it. If I did, it was way before I even knew you that well or I even thought about any gay things myself. I would never do that to you now. Hell, I’m just as bad as you are in that area and that would be like me admitting to the world I was gay now. Fuck, that wouldn’t be cool,” Les said still bewildered by what was going on. “What brought all this up and what happened that brought all this shit to light?” he asked. I told him about another friend of mine wanting to experiment and trying to find a gay guy to experiment with. I didn’t name Trevor or even indicate that it was one of Drew’s gay friends for as far as I knew, Les didn’t know anything about Drew at the moment and it needed to stay that way. Les was thinking hard as to how that information might have come about and what motivated him to say such a thing. “I truthfully don’t remember any girl in the heat of passion asking about gay guys on the team, Josh. But I wasn’t too interested in that stuff at the time and don’t even remember why I would have known you were gay,” he said trying to think back through how he found me that way.
“Supposedly the information came from Dawson who outed me, Andy and Jack in a conversation he had with you. You, then, shared that with your one-night stand you had which then was shared with others. That ring a bell?” I asked.
“Fuck, Josh. I do remember what happened with Dawson now that you mentioned him. That son-of-a-bitch. One day the guys were razzing me about my big cock and Dawson heard it. He said in passing, you better be careful with that around Josh, Jack and Andy. I asked him what the hell that meant. He told me that you guys were gay and might like a piece of that. I told him he was full of shit and didn’t think much about it at the time. I guess when that girl asked me if there were any gay guys on the team, I must have told her your name as if it were true what Dawson said. I really didn’t know you guys at the time and stupid me didn’t think anything about it or it meant anything to anyone. For that, I am ashamed now, Josh. I sure as hell never meant to hurt you, Andy or Jack with any of that. I thought Dawson was just full of shit at the time and kidding around. I guess that’s when I started teasing you some and you were such a good sport to tease back. Actually, that kind of got me interested for some reason. You were so great to play along and tease, that I immediately liked you. You gave my shit right back to me. I respected that,” Les said sincerely. “I am so sorry, buddy. Shit, that was horrible of me. My bad. My very bad. It was being stupid like I am half the time.”
“I get it, Les. You had no idea about any of that stuff at the time. You being the macho stud with the big cock and fucking a different girl all the time would never have thought anything about it. But now, knowing what you know and experiencing what you’ve experienced, you understand how hurtful that could be. Luckily everything turned out okay, but that information in the hands of the wrong people could have been terrible,” I told him as he hung his head, ashamed he could have possibly hurt me.
“Josh, I respect you more than any friend I have ever had. You have helped me in so many ways. I was telling Brandon what a great guy and friend you are. He agrees wholeheartedly. You made a lifetime friend last Friday with that boy, and me before then. Brandon can’t stop singing your praises and for helping him find out about himself also. We spent a lot of time together this weekend discovering who we really were,” Les said revealing himself.
“You guys didn’t have sex with each other did you?” I asked concerned.
“What? No, hell no. Physical stuff with each other? No, no. We discussed our feelings we had been experiencing towards guys, well me towards you mainly. Brandon said he’d had feelings and interests in guys for some time, but had never acted on any of them or had any experiences. He just suppressed any feelings he had and concentrated on studying. I asked him why he’d never discussed any of that with me. He told me that I was the macho brother and had the bigger cock and fucked all the girls I wanted. He said there was no way he thought he could ever discuss the fact he might be gay with a brother like that. I told him, fuck, bro, I was the same way, just took me longer to find out. I don’t know how I would have taken a discussion like that a few months ago. I might have been okay with it, being open minded about anything sexually, and gawd knows I’ve tried about everything except gay sex until just recently with you. Shit, Josh, this is all new to me. Brandon and I were always close as brothers growing up. Hell, we used to jack off together when we first got hair on our dicks. We compared cock sizes over the years as we had to take showers together at home. Believe it or not, he was larger than me at one time, being the older brother and all, then I kind of out grew him. Ha. Still, he’s my big brother and I love him. Like I said we had long talks over the weekend about our new found discoveries and how it was that we came to have gay feelings and all. We couldn’t think of anyone in the family that we knew was gay, but then there were several we never really knew. Maybe our parents shielded us from that stuff growing up for all we knew,” Les said thinking back.
“It’s kind of ironic that both of you ended up being that way. I know you enjoy the anal part, but I wasn’t sure you could suck a dick or not, and even kissing bothered you the first time. You seemed to get into both oral and kissing this last time. I guess you got over your hangups there,” I suggested.
“Yep, pretty much. Think I kind of like it all at the moment. You were a great teacher, Josh and I’m kind of your sex slave as a result,” he said smiling, but with a certain pride in his voice.
“We have to find you different partners for you and Brandon, Les. I can’t take care of you, let alone both of you. You guys need to find some nice guys to care about and enjoy,” I said encouraging him to find others.
“Where in the hell am I going to find anyone as great and as thoughtful as you, Josh?” Les asked.
“They’re there. I’ll help you and Brandon with that. There’s always Andy and Jack,” I said tongue in cheek.
“What the fuck. I don’t want anyone on the swim team knowing about me,” he said concerned.
“Gees, and that didn’t stop you from diming me out now, did it?”
“I see what you mean. I was a different guy then. Now, I’m your friend, and an intimate one at that. We have to stick together. By the way, Brandon wants to know when you can come back and teach us more. He’s dying to do everything we did again and then some,” Les said excitedly.
“Seriously?” I asked, surprised he even asked me given the circumstances. But then this was Les who only thought about sex most of the time.
“Yeh, Josh. Last Friday was amazing. Brandon and I talked about it all weekend and how hot and sexy you were and how fantastic the sex was, once the pain went away. We even bought a pair of dildos over the weekend and played with those. Not a bad way to jack off with a
Dildo up your ass. Still not as great as the real thing though. You are the greatest at that action,” Les said smiling. “Fuck I get a huge boner just looking at you anymore, what we did was so fucking hot. Please, Josh. You can’t cut us off cold turkey. We’re just discovering who we are right now. To quit all this, just as we’re getting started, could have a traumatic effect on us. We need cock right now and you have the greatest cock in the world as far as we’re concerned,” Les said pleading.
“I’ll have to think about that one. I promise to help you work on finding more cock to please the two of you. But you can’t go doing stupid things anymore. Let’s be discreet on this stuff from now on,” I warned him.
“Mums the word from Brandon and me, Josh. We can be totally discreet and need to be. You’re so right about that.”
“Still bothers me why Dawson dimed Andy, Jack and I out to you,” I said thinking about it.
“I don’t think he was even thinking about it, Josh. It just came out like it was no big deal at the time. Hell, none of us even believed it at the time. I’m sure I thought he was just dicking with you,” Les replied.
“I could tell you stories about that boy that’d curl your hair,” I said stopping myself before I did.
“Oh, do tell,” Les encouraged me.
“You missed the swim party at Coach’s house at the beginning of the school year. There were several guys from the team for an all-day party. I’m telling you, you’d have thought that we were all gay after that day. We had a lot to drink and were naked the entire day. It was like there was a day out of their lives they could be gay and have sex with one another and then leave and forget about any of it. Strangest thing I ever saw, but it was hot to say the least. I even sucked off Dawson a couple of times and he said he loved it. But that was one day and he’d never admit to it today,” I told Les thinking back on that party and sucking Dawson’s cock.
“You fucking sucked Dawson’s cock and he didn’t kill you?” Les asked dismayed.
“Yep, sure did. Made him cum so hard. Hell, I did it a couple of times to him that night. I was beginning to think he was coming over to our side. Then he got real indignant about it after that day. Go figure. Then there was the time ….” I stopped short of anything else.
“What happened after that? Go ahead tell me,” Les begged.
“Not important. Maybe someday,” I said thinking about what I was wanting to say, but shouldn’t. Drew finally walked over to us so we ended the conversation. I could tell Les wanted to talk more, but it was useless to have that discussion here.
“Les, you need to get back to practice. You know if you didn’t have that big rudder of yours, you might be able to swim faster,” Drew said kidding Les. Les smiled.
“Yeh, but the chics dig that big rudder, Drew. Keeps them happy. And you know how I love to keep them happy,” he said was he got up and walked away.
“Wouldn’t mind feeling that big rudder up my ass sometime,” Drew said to me quietly.
“Who knows, Drew. Maybe you will someday,” I said smiling.
“You’d have to pry it out of some girl’s cunt first. That’s all that cock’s ever going to see,” Drew said assuredly. If he only knew.
“Trevor said Dawson was trying to bug you over the weekend. Does he know about you and Trevor?” I asked Drew.
“No, but he’s trying to find out who’s occupying my time. I keep telling him I’m busy and to go fuck his girlfriend. He seems to be having problems in that area for some reason. He’s so fucked up lately, Josh. I mean he fucked me day and night on break. We get back to school and it’s like nothing happened. He won’t fuck me here for some reason. He’s back to girlfriends, but having problems with relationships there. I know for a fact, he couldn’t get it up with one of the girls he used to fuck. He told me he was drunk and had ‘whiskey dick’. Go figure. Great excuse to use, I guess. He wanted to hang this weekend, but I told him I had projects to do and was doing some things with other friends. He wanted to know what friends. I just told him my roomy and a few other dorm friends were doing things. I guess he bought it, but he grills me all the time wanting to know what I did with what friend. He’s jealous I have friends other than him,” Drew said somewhat perturbed with Dawson.
“He’s certainly and enigma, Drew. Wish we knew what was bugging him. Surely, you don’t think it’s the state championship and me fucking him do you?” I asked concerned.
“I doubt it. For some reason, he thinks that’s never going to happen, Josh. Not that you won’t win the state championship, but that you’ll take pity on him as a friend and won’t hold him to the other. I don’t think he’s sweating that bet much. Just saying and maybe not. He never mentions it and when you bring it up, he just ignores it,” Drew explained.
“Just wish he could just be a good friend to you and let you and Trevor live your own lives. He needs to stay out of yours except for being a great friend. You’re not his property,” I told Drew. Drew looked down at the ground.
“I could have been if he’d let me,” he said kind of embarrassed.
“Drew, don’t say that. It doesn’t work that way. For all we know, Dawson is straight and he can’t love you the way you need to be loved. That’s a one-way relationship you had with him. You love him and cared about him, but he can only love you as a friend, not an intimate companion. Falling in love with a straight guy can drive you insane and it’s taken a toll on you already. It doesn’t work and you know it doesn’t work so don’t drive yourself crazy thinking about it. You and Trevor have a great relationship, and it’s made you happy for once. This is the happiest I’ve seen you in ages. I think it’s great. Don’t let Dawson ruin it for you, Drew. Don’t do that to Trevor also. You have him to think about now,” I somewhat lectured. Drew looked me in the eyes.
“I know that, and for the record, I am happy, Josh. Old loves are hard to give up, I guess. I’ve known Dawson all my life practically. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I loved the sex with him. You’re right though. It isn’t going anywhere, and I know that. I really care about Trevor and that relationship gets better every day. He really knows how to treat my ass,” Drew confessed.
“Do you ever take care of his ass?” I asked.
“Oh, yeh. We’re versatile. Hell, we both were straight dudes at one point in our lives. That we know how to do. But now, we can do so much more. I guess he told you we had a great weekend together. I’ve practically moved into his apartment with him. It’s so great to study with him and have sex breaks then wake up in his arms in the morning, take a shower with him. Damn, it’s just great. I’m so happy, Josh. I really am happy now,” Drew said softly and smiling.
Dawson saw us talking and motioned for us to get busy. I swam a few more laps with Erin for the hell of it then quit for the day. Jack came by and congratulated me on my new record.
“Kind of miss you lately, Josh. I miss some of the hot sex you and I used to have,” he said suggestively.
“I thought Marty was your end all to that sort of thing, Jack. How is his hot ass?” I asked.
“Marty’s Marty, Josh. Hot, but not great in the conversation area. He’s got a hot bod and the sex is scorching, you might say, but, I don’t know. He’s not the great buddy I’d hoped to have. He’s no Ted or you. You can’t love someone like that, you just take advantage of them and enjoy it while it lasts. I still miss Ted, if the truth be known. I need to talk to him sometime. I just have to get over my outside desires to have a real relationship, and I just don’t know if I can ever make that happen. Marty’s the same way, but I guess you knew that. He still fucks the hell out of Tommy. Me too sometimes. Kids got a tight asshole and cums like a motherfucker. Then there’s this Joey kid who helps out with the dive team. That little fucker has a tight ass also. Marty and I’ve fucked him a few times,” Jack said getting boned up telling me about it.
“I think Allen and OBB have had a run at the kid a few times,” I told Jack.
“Who hasn’t? That ass has seen a lot of cocks, even a few straight ones that just wanted to try it,” Jack said half laughing. “Anyway, just wanted to say hi and congratulations. Kick the shit out of Max next week, Josh. Do it for all of us. Then I want to see you fuck the shit out of Dawson. You can do Dawson some other day than after the match. Might as well save up a good load for that bastard,” Jack said with some contempt. “That prick deserves a cock like Les’ up his tight little virgin asshole. Make him squeal like a piggy,” Jack said making a squealing pig sound. I just shook my head at him. Dawson heard Jack make the squealing noise and looked at him with some contempt. He had no idea it was about him. I had to laugh.
Andy congratulated me in the showers for my new record. I told him he was half responsible. He gave me a curious look. “It was all the pent up frustration I had on my mind, and it all came out in a record breaking swim. What can I say?” I said shrugging my shoulders. Andy quickly hugged me.
“You’re amazing, Josh. Don’t let my problems become your problems though. That’s not right,” he said concerned.
“If I care about you and you know I do terribly, then your problems are my problems. You know I love you and am here to help. You don’t have to bear all the pain yourself, Andy. You have friends,” I reassured him. He hugged me again.
“You hug him one more time naked and wet like that and you guys are going to give me a boner,” Erin said showering right beside us. Andy and I laughed.
I gave Eric a thumbnail sketch of what happened today regarding the revelation of some outing accidental or otherwise on our way to the frat that night. He was blown away by what small talk could create. I told him it gave us a new friend anyway with Trevor, but I didn’t appreciate the things that took place creating that situation. I neglected to mention Les and what all that relationship created. Eric knew about Trevor, but didn’t know about Les and less was more in that situation, no pun intended. Eric was still concerned about all the wedding hassle, thinking all this hullaballoo was a big mistake and a small family wedding would have been much better for everyone’s sake. I patted him on the back and told him to hang in there and it would be over before he knew it. He said he guessed I was right if he could survive it somehow. I told him we’d make sure he did. He hugged me.
Tuck was fairly chipper and in the room when I arrived. He had normal boxers on for the evening which was a surprise. They were navy blue. He looked rather hot in them I thought, but then Tuck always looked hot to me. Tuck was working on some last minute scheduling, getting ready for some regional playoff games this week. He had to go to the arena for a meeting and told me I was on my own for the evening after he picked me up and hugged me and kissed me on the forehead.
“If you’re going away, who’s going to attend to my sexual needs?” I asked looking concerned. Tuck laughed, then walked over and forced his boxer clad junk in my face rubbing my face with it over and over. I laughed. “Gave me a boner, Tuck. I liked it. We should do that more often, getting up close and personal with Hector,” I said teasingly.
“Josh, you are one crazy motherfucker. I have to admit, I love you though. I’ll try to make it up to you sometime,” he said as he put his jeans on covering up his hot looking crotch. I sighed as he zipped up his jeans. “What? You miss Hector that bad?” he asked.
“I miss Hector a lot, Tuck. We haven’t played in a long time. Don’t tell me you went straight on me now. You know we can’t have that. I’d never get over it,” I teased. He came at me and threw my contoured brief clad body on the bed and tickled me, until I begged him to stop. Then he looked into my eyes and kissed me on the forehead again. I pinched his nipple which got me tickled again. Finally, he said he had to go, but I was going to get some shit if he got back in time. I told him I could only hope. He was laughing on his way out the door.
Since I was Tuckless for the night, I texted Brady to see if he was available to work out in the basement gym. He was at Tuck’s door in a heartbeat. He was wide-eyed seeing me in my contoured pouch briefs. “Haven’t you seen guys in their underwear before? We live in dorm for Heaven’s sake and are involved in sports. What’s the deal?” I asked him noting he was amazed to see me dressed in my undies.
“I’ve seen guys naked many times, Josh. I’ve just never seen you in your underwear before. No worries, it was just different when I first saw you,” he said getting a grip. I went to Tuck’s chest of drawers and pulled out the Tuck shorts.
“Gotta have something to wear down the hall to the basement gym,” I said as I put on the oversized shorts. “Don’t want the other brothers getting too excited seeing me in my briefs,” I said chiding Brady. He just shook his head and smiled.
We made our way to the basement and to the gym. I got the key and unlocked the door and turned on the lights. “I never knew this was down here,” Brady said as he surveyed the layout of the gym. “It’s pretty cool. Nice equipment. It’s older, but nice.”
“I use it from time to time. I mean the Arena has new modern equipment, but this works just as well and it’s more private here and a shorter walk, you have to admit,” I said as I turned on a couple more lights. “Take off your clothes and let’s get started,” I said making Brady a little uncomfortable.
“All our clothes?” Brady asked somewhat concerned.
“No silly. We can work out in our underwear, unless you brought gym shorts. I’m not working out in these huge things,” I said as I pulled off my Tuck shorts and was down to my briefs again. Brady started taking things off and finally got down to his tighty whities. He had a nice little bulge out front. I had to admire his physique. Brady had good definition, one that would be expected from a tennis player. He had nice dark brown hair on his legs, not too dense, just the right amount, a nice treasure trail leading from his naval disappearing into his tighty whities and the promised land, he had decent pecs with quarter sized nipples with a little smattering of hair around his nipples. His arms were fairly muscular giving him a killer serve in tennis with his right arm a strong backhand for his left arm. His ass muscles were nice and firm from what I could see of them, his leg muscles were just right and well defined. From the tighty whitie underwear, you could see his inner thighs which were well defined, but not overly, just right. He was so adorable in this state, I wanted to fuck him right then and there, but who knew if he was into any of this or not. I had to take my time and see if we could get there somehow or if I was wasting my time. Still, he seemed like a decent guy to hang out with.
“Are these okay to work out in?” Brady asked referring to his tighty whities.
“Sure or we can work out naked. It’s your choice. I’ve done both, but your underwear probably gives your junk better support when you work out,” I said stating a fact. Brady blushed.
“Underwear is probably a good thing,” he said somewhat nervously. “I like your underwear better than mine. I hate these old fashioned white things. My mother insists on buying them for me so I feel like I have to wear them. I guess I should have worn my jock, but I thought that might be a little too skimpy if we weren’t wearing jeans or gym shorts.
“Like I said we could have worked out naked if you wanted to. It doesn’t bother me,” I said again trying to make him feel a little more relaxed about our semi-naked state. He was starting to relax a little once I go his mind off the fact that he was almost naked with another almost naked guy. “We need to do some stretching exercises first before we hit the weights or the machines. Lay on the weight bench, Brady and I’ll help you stretch,” I said motioning him to the weight bench. He was a little hesitant not knowing what to expect. He did as I requested, however and I took one leg, putting my hands around his leg above his knee and then moving it towards his core. My right hand moved to his inner thigh as I did this and briefly brushed against his ball sac in his tighty whities as I brought my hand out. That made him twitch a little. I did this a few times, then took his other leg and did the same with it. Then I stood behind his head almost straddling him as I pulled both his arms back stretching them and holding them against my bare legs. He was staring up at the underside of my bulge. I could tell he was nervous and I could see a little stiffness starting in his crotch. Not wanting to embarrass him and scare him off, I told him to lay on his stomach and I then bent his legs back one at a time stretching them, felling the muscles in each of his legs as I did, running my hands up his calves and onto the back of his thighs all the way to his ass cheeks, my fingers hitting the bottom of his ball sac and catching a little taint. I could tell I was torturing the boy and backed off. He continued to lay there in that state trying to talk to me about anything other than what we were doing, sometimes not making much sense. I could tell he had an erection and was trying to talk about something that would ease the tension. I helped him with that, acting like I was oblivious to anything going on below his waist. Finally, I thought he was in good enough shape to have him stretch me. I laid down on the bench and had him repeat on me what I did to him. I remember doing this with Ted when we went to run, only we did it in the nude. At least I was sparing him that. I decided against suggesting we jack off before we work out to relieve the tension. I didn’t think he could handle that one tonight. We were too unfamiliar with each other at this point and he was definitely nervous.
Brady cautiously repeated the steps I had taken with him on me for stretching. He carefully avoided touching anything that could have possibly suggested a more sensuous touch. He was trying to be very professional about the process. I even tried to get him to touch me by moving quickly or turning differently hoping to catch a hand in the right places, but he was very quick to avoid any of that. We finally got through the process and I had him pull me up. I grabbed my junk in front of him and readjusted myself down there as if something had stirred and turned the wrong way while I was laying on the bench. He noticed it. I was being a terrible tease, but I wanted to find out if anything was working. I came to the conclusion it was working only too well, to my satisfaction.
We decided to work the bench press first. I told him to go first and I’d spot him. We loaded the bar with suitable weights for him to do several reps. I had to stand almost over his head to spot him properly. He had a nice shot of the underside of my Calvin clad junk. I could tell he was desperately trying to concentrate on the weights and avoid looking at the bottom side of my contoured pouch. I even adjusted myself a little sticking my hand down in my Calvin’s and rearranging my junk causing him further angst. I was such a tease and having fun being naughty. After Brady finished his reps, he had to readjust himself also in the groin area, which I enjoyed watching. I desperately wanted to see him naked now. It was a quest I would try to achieve before the night was over. I knew I had to take things easy with him, so I wasn’t sure about any sex together tonight, but I wasn’t going to give up until I at least had him naked in front of me. I wanted to see my new cute friend in all his glory if nothing else.
It was my turn to bench press, and I wheeled my ass onto the bench and adjusted myself again giving Brady another view of my package. I also had a wonderful view of his staring up at the underside of his bulge. I was enjoying the entire time I was lifting looking at the underside of his package and wondering what it really looked like exposed. Did he have ass crack hair? Was it thick or thin? Did he have shaved balls or just naturally hairy? Was his cock thick, thin or just right? Was it long, short or average? These were questions I was dying to find answers for. I was sure these types of questions were going through his mind also. We were probably both equally tormented with wanting to know more about each other physically as well as mentally.
We managed to do at least two reps apiece on the bench and were starting to sweat now. There wasn’t much air circulation in the room which made it a little close in there. I loved the smell of male sweat and Brady’s was very pleasing and somewhat intoxicating. Laying underneath his junk on the bench press I could get a whiff of male musk smell from Brady which almost gave me a hardon. Damn, I wanted to lick his balls and suck his cock, then swallow his cum. If only he knew I lusted after him. But I had to behave.
I decided to steer him to the pullup bar next remembering how I sucked off Jack as he did his pullups and he sucked me off doing the same. That was a very hot night and we did some crazy things together. I tried not to think about that at the time I helped Brady up to the bars. Brady did several pullups and I encouraged him to do more until his muscles failed. Of course, I had to assist him in the upward motion putting my hands squarely on his buttocks and feeling how nice and firm they were. Oh, I wanted to run my fingers through his ass crack and tease his asshole, but I was professional and just assisted in the upward motion. Next, I did the reps and he had to assist me at the end. He was somewhat cautious, but I told him to grab my ass and push. He did, but apologized for the way it might have felt. I told him it felt pretty good to me which made him blush a little. When we got done, I felt his arm muscles. You could feel how we strained them with the pullups. I showed him the muscle definition and the progress we made on our arms doing this exercise. From there we moved to the squats for leg development, the crunch for abs, leg lifts, then the dumbbells for curls. Then I had him do sit ups as I held his legs down firmly, my thumbs on his inner thighs just above his knees. From there I could definitely detect the musky smell of his sweat in his pubes. That was starting to get to me. I had him hold my legs while I did sit ups also hoping he too got to smell my male scent.
During our exercise regimen, we got to know more about each other. Brady told me about his family back home. He was the oldest of three boys. He had a brother that was a junior in high school and one in 9th grade. He said the brother that was in high school was more macho and played football. They were close, but had different interests. His brother had a steady girlfriend and they spent a lot of time together. Brady said, unlike his brother, he was very awkward with the girls and kind of shy there and was more interested in sports than entertaining women. I told him I was the same way. Who had time for all the drama. Brady agreed entirely saying what all his brother had to go through to keep his girlfriend happy. He said he didn’t have time or the stomach for all that nonsense. Then Brady told me that he knew for a fact that is brother was having sex with his girlfriend which worried him some for the fact he was only a high school junior and he was afraid they’d get careless and the girlfriend might end up pregnant. I asked him how he knew his brother was having sex with his girlfriend. He said he caught them in the act one time. It almost freaked him out when he did. His brother told him unless he wanted a piece of the pussy he was getting to get the fuck out and leave them alone. He said his brother later told him he should have jumped in there with him and taken turns. Brady said he told his brother that would have been extremely crass, and what would his girlfriend have to say about that. His brother told him he thought Brady was gay anyway because he didn’t have a girlfriend, so what did it matter. Brady said that really hurt coming from his brother. I patted him on the back and told him that was a stupid thing for his brother to say. Brady agreed. Brady said that still bothered him to this day. Then his brother bragged about all the pussy he was getting and told Brady he was missing out on all the sex he should have been having. Brady told his brother unless he truly cared about a girl, he didn’t think having sex with her was the right thing to do. Brady said his brother said that the girls were the hunters and wanted sex more than the guys today so why not take care of them. Brady said he didn’t think that was right. I told Brady a lot of that was true, but that didn’t mean one should have meaningless sex with women. Then I thought about Les and all the meaningless sex he had. I guess he was a perfect example. Then I told Brady about Tuck and his girlfriend he dated for some time who only really wanted him for his money and family ties, more of an arranged marriage for political purposes. Brady said that was terrible and he really didn’t trust women in general. I told him I didn’t either and my male friends were the only ones I trusted. That made him smile and feel more at ease with me.
We exercised on a few more machines both of us getting more used to having our hands on each other as we did. Brady was starting to relax a little more and opened up more to me the longer we worked out and talked.
“You have some very close friends from what Jack says,” Brady commented.
“I do. I love them all. They are the closest people to me in this world, Brady, and I care about all of them,” I admitted.
“But are they just close friends or do you really ‘love’ them?” he asked.
“How do you want to define ‘love’? It all depends,” I responded. “If you mean do I care about them, worry about them, want to make sure they stay happy, help them out when I can, they are in my heart and I’m in theirs, then I’m guilty as charged,” I added.
“Wow, you really do care,” Brady said looking me in the eyes. “I’ve never had a friend care about me that way before. Is that kind of unusual?” he asked.
“To some people maybe, but not to me. That’s what makes me happy in life, fulfilled, I guess you could say. I think I’d be sad and lonely if I didn’t have close friends to care about and share their lives with them. When you get excited about something, the first thing you want to do is to share it with someone close to you that you know will appreciate knowing. That’s a good friend. When you’re sad and hurt, you need someone to lean on, your close friends are there for support. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is,” I said making a point.
“Josh, you are incredible. I’ve never known someone that cared for others like you. Are there any girls in your life that you care that much about?” he asked the million-dollar question.
“No, can’t say that there are. Again, they’re too much drama for me to contend with. I’ll take a close male friend any day over a girlfriend that I can’t trust. Guys are so much easier to be close to. We are what we are. Take it or leave it. I consider Jack a close friend for more than one reason, but sometimes I can’t stand him for some of the ways he treats some of his friends and his stupid actions, and he knows it. He calls me his conscience, and he doesn’t always like what I have to say, but we’re still close friends. Then I have others I would literally lay down my life for. You just know how much you love each other and there are different degrees just like I’ve explained,” I tried to explain to Brady who was fascinated by this conversation. We finally finished up our workout session and were just sitting beside each other on the weight bench.
“Is it okay to hug another guy that you’re close friends with to show him how much you care about him?” Brady asked.
“Absolutely. I hug my friends all the time. It’s a wonderful gesture to show someone how much you care about them. I’d be hurt if one of my friends didn’t hug me,” I said enthusiastically. Brady grabbed me and hugged me. We held each other for a few moments and I ran my hand up and down his naked back. “Make you feel any better that we care about each other?” I asked.
“You don’t know how great this makes me feel, Josh. It feels wonderful,” he said still holding onto me. As we broke I could tell he definitely had a boner going on down there, although he was trying to conceal it the best way he could, and I pretended not to notice. A few more hugs like that one and I’d be joining him in the boner department. I had to be careful myself.
“I’m glad you hugged me, Brady. I really like you and I think we can be great friends. Don’t ever be afraid to hug me or someone you really care about. It’s a natural act of affection. Affection between friends is wonderful and not to be taken lightly. It’s meaningful and deep. I love the closeness it brings,” I said truthfully, but wanting to keep talking somehow to make him feel better. I wasn’t sure what he was feeling at the moment, but I could tell he was struggling with something and looking for answers but maybe embarrassed to ask the right questions.
“Thanks so much for your kindness, Josh. I haven’t had much of that my
Freshmen year here. I feel like somewhat of an outcast because I don’t always conform to the ‘norm’ around here. My roommate thinks I’m weird, but we talked about that. I’m not close to any of my tennis teammates, but most of our competition is individual so I guess it really doesn’t matter, but I wish I could be closer friends with a couple of them. Most of them like to party and get drunk or have girlfriends and have sex. It’s kind of frustrating actually,” Brady admitted.
“Brady, just be yourself. Trust me, there are enough guys in this world just like you and me that you don’t have to contend with the ‘norm’. I swear they’re the odd ones and we’re the sane ones if you ask me,” I said trying to make him feel better.
“But you’re very popular and everyone loves you, Josh. You’re just so genuine and caring and do so much for others. Tuck says you’re the greatest friend ever. You’re a great swimming athlete, you have your own business already, all your friends seek your guidance. I just don’t know what’s the matter with me,” he said feeling awkward again.
“All I can say is be yourself, Brady. I like you for who you are. We’re having a very deep conversation and trust each other enough to have a conversation like this. Is there something else that’s really bothering you?” I asked trying to dig out what was on his mind as I had a feeling there was a lot more he wasn’t saying yet.
“I, I, don’t know. I guess I’m just trying to figure things out right now, where I fit in and what part I play in this world. It’s frustrating at times and I don’t know if I really know what I’m saying, Josh. Just forget it,” he said giving up going any further.
“Say what’s on your mind, Brady. I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to help you and now I guess I kind of care about you also,” I said making him brighten up a little anyway. He smiled.
“You really do care, don’t you?” he said looking at me with his beautiful eyes.
“Sorry, guilty as charged. I can’t help it. It’s an affliction I can’t control. I guess you’ll just have to live with it if you want to be close friends,” I said shaking my head. Brady hugged me again. “Gees, I’m starting to really like your hugs, Brady. We should do this more often,” I said somewhat jokingly, trying to lighten up the conversation. He hugged me tighter as I ran my hand up and down his bare back as we were cheek to cheek. I was trying to think of what to do next so we didn’t hug each other all night. I liked it, but I wanted to move on. “What say we take a shower and get all this sweat off of us,” I suggested, hoping to move on to me at least seeing him totally naked for the first time to satisfy my curiosity.
“What?” he asked somewhat alarmed. “There’s no shower down here. I can take one when I get back to the dorm,” he said somewhat rattled.
“Sure there is. It’s an old one no one uses anymore right outside the door down the hall. It’s perfect for the gym here,” I said trying to make him feel more at ease.
“But we don’t have towels or anything to dry off with,” he said almost stammering.
“Got those also. There’s a whole closet of them in the shower room. No problem. Come on. I’ll wash your back if you’ll wash mine. Come on,” I said almost dragging him up off the bench. He was really nervous now, so nervous he lost his boner, I noticed. So far so good. He was following me, but I could tell he wasn’t sure if he could go through with it or not.
I turned on the lights then slipped out of my Calvin’s and stood before him naked. I thought the boy was going into shock as he stared at me. Then he turned his back to me as I turned on the water for the shower, only turning on one shower head although there were two in the same shower room. “Get your underwear off and get in here with me,” I said prodding him. He stood there with his back to me and slowly slid his underwear down to his feet then kicked them to the side. He was shaking as he reluctantly backed into the water. “You okay?” I asked noting he appeared almost to be having a panic attack. I turned him around only to see a beautiful 7+ inch boner sticking straight out in front of him. “Nice one there, Brady. Looks damned good on you,” I said chiding him, trying to ease the panic he was feeling. Brady broke down and cried.
“I’m so sorry, Josh. Don’t hate me. I didn’t mean for it to happen. Sometimes I just can’t control it. That’s why I can’t take showers with the team or really anyone else but myself,” he was able to get out sobbing terribly. I pulled him towards me and hugged him, his nice boner ending up beside my still flaccid, but growing cock. He hugged me tightly. “You don’t hate me or think I’m a faggot?” he asked. I hugged him tighter.
“Brady, I care about you very much. No, I don’t hate you or think you’re a faggot, but could care less if you’re gay or not. Labels are stupid anyway. You’re my friend and I care about you. Trust me, that’s all the matters. Besides, that’s a pretty impressive piece of meat you have between your legs, buddy. You’re no slouch in the cock department. You could make a lot of guys envious there,” I said trying to calm him down.
“Really? Why would any guy care?” he asked somewhat getting a grip and over the initial shock of me seeing him naked with a boner.
“You’d be surprised, Brady. Guys care about things like that. There’s a lot of smaller guys out there that’d kill to have a dick like yours,” I said trying to lighten him up a little.
“Josh, our dicks are touching each other. Is that weird?” he asked as we were still hugging.
“Kind of hard for them not to touch when we’re hugging each other naked like this,” I came back with a small chuckle.
“That doesn’t weird you out?” he asked curiously.
“Not me. Should it?” I asked.
“Not sure, but it probably would most guys. You’re an exception to everything I thought was the norm. You’re unbelievable,” he said breaking the hug and stepping back a little.
“Let’s get a look at that baby,” reaching down and gently stroking it in my hand then running my hand over his golf ball sized balls which impressed me also. He was a little reluctant, but having survived the embarrassment and I still hugged him, he went along with what I was doing. “Yes sir, pretty impressive, I’d say.
“I’m so embarrassed. I feel so awkward, Josh. Thank you for your kindness and not making fun of me,” Brady said as he stepped back. “It’s still hard. Sometimes I just can’t control it. I’m sorry. You actually touched me there,” he said in a thankful way, not in a way he didn’t welcome.
“Well, if we’re going to be close friends, we might as well get to know everything there is to know about one another. Here, feel my junk since I felt yours,” I said reaching for his hand and helping him feel my cock. It only took a couple of seconds for me to get hard. “Look, I’m boned up too. Now we’re even,” I said kind of chuckling, but enjoying his touch down there. Brady gently stroked my cock, so I took the liberty of stroking his again. I moved my hand over his balls again which prompted him to move his hands over my balls also. We were both a little nervous doing this, but we managed to continue.
“I’ve never touched another guy like this before, Josh. It’s so different, yet so nice in a way. Does this make us weird?” he asked hesitatingly.
“It’s perfectly natural, Brady. Doesn’t bother me that I’m sharing some type of intimacy with a close friend. I hope it doesn’t bother you,” I said reassuringly.
“No, Josh. It feels wonderful, actually,” he said as we both stepped up the action a little. “Look how your penis curves up and mine sticks straight out. That’s wild. I actually like the way yours curves up like that. It’s different, but neat,” he said looking at my cock as he stroked it.
“I really like yours, Brady. I think your girth might be thicker than mine,” I said as if I was comparing. “The length looks about the same,” I said taking a moment to grasp both our cocks beside each other and stroke them together. Both our piss slits were stunk in one another’s pubes when I did that causing him to gasp a little. There was no doubt about it. Brady was beautiful from head to toe. He was gorgeous in his own way. I wanted to fuck him in the worst way, but knew that was totally out of the question as he was too new to any of this, and I wasn’t sure if this was just a friendship gesture to show me he wanted to be friends in the worst way needing a friend desperately, or he definitely had the gay gene and was testing it out for the first time. I was pretty sure it was the latter, but he needed guidance and an ease into his discovery so as not to traumatize him. I had to admit it was pretty hot doing what we were doing at the moment.
“Josh, maybe we should stop. I feel like I might ejaculate if we keep this up much longer,” Brady announced.
“Cool,” I said rather cooly. “Let’s see who can shoot the farthest. You can probably outshoot me with that stick of yours,” I said smiling. Brady smiled back.
“I doubt it, Josh,” he said. “We’re going to hit each other if we keep doing it this way,” Brady said noting we were facing each other.
“We can face the wall and stand beside each other,” I said as I turned to face the shower wall. “Are you a shooter or a dribbler?” I asked him with a smile on my face.
“If I’m really excited about something, I can shoot pretty good, but if I’m just trying to relieve a little stress sometimes I don’t shoot that far and dribble a little. What about you?” he asked curiously.
“Same with me. I can shoot pretty good if I’m excited, but then you never know,” I said as I stepped up the action feeling my balls start to boil and knowing full well I was going to hit the wall in front of me pretty hard tonight with cute Brady’s hand pumping my hard cock. “Are you close?” I asked.
“Very,” he said as he arched his back. I stepped up the action and he soon was shooting a hell of a load all over the shower wall. Seeing his hot load hit the wall hard, mine let loose seconds later and hit the wall hard also. We stood there with each other’s cocks in our hands as we watched our cum slide down the wall and onto the floor making its way to the drain with all the water from the shower.
“Nice load, Brady. Looks like you may have been a little excited tonight,” I said admiringly.
“Yours also,” Brady said still staring at our loads sliding down the wall. “It’s been awhile for me. Guess I was a little backed up. Looks like we both were a little backed up and excited also,” he added. I chuckled.
“I guess so. Wow that felt great. Always good to get off, but much better with a friend and helping hand,” I said smiling.
“That wasn’t too weird, Josh?” he asked concerned.
“Hell no. It felt great to both of us. We’re pretty close friends now, I’d say.” Brady hugged me again, letting all his apprehension slip away, and just hugged me not caring if our junk was touching or not.
“I love you as my friend, Josh. I really do,” he said sincerely. I ran my right hand up and down his naked back as we hugged.
“I love you as my friend too, Brady. We’re tight. Now let’s get you cleaned up,” I said as I saw a small string of cum still hanging from his piss slit. I grasped his penis at the base and forced any remaining cum out the end of his cock then flung it off. Brady kind of laughed at my action. It was all I could do to hold back and not suck the last drop of his seed from deep within his balls, but we’d have to work up to that. Brady reached down and performed the same action on me I had done to him, only I didn’t have as much to fling as he had. We both kind of chuckled.
I grabbed the soap and started to wash his shoulders, chest, then down over his junk, spending more time on his junk than I should have, but enjoying it nonetheless. Brady followed suit with my actions and cleaned me up there also. Then I turned him around and washed his back running my hands all over his beautiful back and down over his buns and a soapy finger through his ass crack. I just couldn’t resist. He jumped a little when my finger touched his asshole. “That felt different,” he said kind of chuckling.
“Gotta get everything clean,” I said teasingly. It was all I could do to keep from boning up again washing his beautiful body and then the ‘piece de resistance’ discovering his lightly hairy ass crack and the little hairs around his virgin asshole and on the side of his taint that just about gave me a second orgasm. I knew right then and there, I had to have that ass before school was out. I was impressed that the boy was well groomed in the junk department. He definitely shaved his balls and nicely trimmed his pubes. The little fucker was too hot for words, but had no idea he was. Brady followed suit and washed my back mimicking the ass action I gave him. I jumped a little acting a little surprised that it happened as he did, although I was secretly praying he’d do the same to me and delighted he did.
We finally finished up and I grabbed the towels after we rinsed off. I dried his back for him which surprised him. He did the same for me, enjoying the closeness we were sharing. We managed to keep ourselves semi-flaccid during the toweling off process, kind of a little more than a post orgasm stiffness which indicated some continual penile excitement in both our cocks. To Brady, he was flaccid. To me, he was definitely interested. In my mind, I kept wondering what next and how long would it take for us both to figure out he was gay and for him to discover I was definitely gay. Would it change our semi-innocent relationship? Only time would tell. We both finally put our briefs back on, then went back to the gym for my Tuck shorts and his jeans, shirt, socks and shoes. I turned out the lights and locked the door. Before we got completely out of the door Brady hugged me tightly again.
“Thank you for a wonderful night, Josh. I feel so alive and cared for. I’ve never felt this way before in my life. You’re a wonderful friend. I feel like I can tell you everything I feel and think now. I’ve never had a friend I could do that with before. You’re so special,” he said hugging me.
“Brady, you’re a great friend and I enjoy spending time with you. We’ll do this again sometime. It felt great to me also tonight. I feel like I know you so much better now and I really want to care about you as my friend. I’m very serious about that,” I said patting his back as he hugged me. We finally broke apart and climbed the stairs to the main floor of the house. He went one way and I went another, but I patted his ass as he left me. He just turned around and smiled. Later he texted me and said tonight was the greatest night of his life. Made my heart warm and my cock a little stiff thinking about it. I texted him back and told him it was special for me also.
Eric asked me on the way home what Tuck was up to. I told him Tuck had a meeting at the Arena and I didn’t get to talk to him much before he left. He wasn’t back before I met Eric to walk back to the dorm. Eric asked me what I did all night without Tuck around. I told him I worked out in the gym with another brother. That made Eric smile.
“So’d, you get any action in the gym?” he asked.
“I helped a friend out and got a hug for it,” I said. Eric just grinned at me.
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