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I'm sitting on my bed now fully dressed, looking at my phone & scrolling through social media. I've got to get into the bathroom to brush my teeth when Ben gets out of the shower. I made sure to put my cum covered t-shirt into a large pile of other dirty clothes and stuffed it near the bottom. I definitely have to do laundry soon now. I know from past experience that cum rags (or shirts) start to get pretty ripe within a day or two, especially if there's more than one load on them.
I hear the door handle click open, and see Ben walk out of the bathroom with a cloud of steam following after him, billowing through the air. He has a towel wrapped snuggly around his waist, so tight that it reveals the outline of his thick cock. He trots out, throws his head back with eyes closed for a few seconds and blows air out through his lips.
"ugghhh. I feel so much better now," he said with his head still back.
I take the opportunity to get a good look at his body. Water droplets still cascading down his body. He didn't dry off well, and must've just run the towel over himself and then walked out. The downpour of water from the shower head has left his body hair damp and straightened out all down his body, making it clear just how hairy he was, from top to bottom. He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes so I quickly stopped looking him up and down.
"I'm sure you do. And plus, you smell much better now," I joked.
"Oh you know you love to have my manly musk fill up the whole room." As he said this he flexed both biceps to stress the word 'manly'.
"Oh you know it! Mr. Manly Musk over here!"
As I said this, he chuckled and reached to unwrap the towel from his waist. He pulled at the corner that was tucked into the waist and it quickly unraveled from him and he brought it up to tousle his hair. His dick free once again, bouncing back and forth as he roughly dried his hair. Knowing he couldn't see my eyes while the towel covered his head, I took another opportunity to really take in the sight of his dick. Again, thick. I saw that he was cut like me, but his head was pretty damn big. He was completely soft, and even though you could tell he was large, I had a feeling he was a grower. The shower was obviously warm, because his ballsack hung down fairly low. His pubes, like the rest of his body hair, had straightened due to the weight of the water, but were beginning to spring back into its normal curliness. Ben took care of his pubes, trimming them I'm guessing. He didn't seem like to type to shave it clean down there. And would probably look silly to be silky smooth in only that one triangle of space and be hairy everywhere else. I also felt that it fit in with his manly presence.
He seemed to dry his hair for an extended period of time, because it felt like I was taking his dick into my mind, inch by inch by inch. Was he letting me take time to look at it? No. No.. Although, he could have taken the time to dry off completely in the bathroom before walking out. But he was just doing what was comfortable? And then it hit me. He's been playing sports for years. They shower together after every practice, every game.. So this really is no big deal to him. He's been doing this kind of thing for years: showering with other guys, drying off in front of other guys, talking to them while they showered and dried off. He's probably had countless conversations with guys drying off their dick all the while drying his own dick off. This wasn't weird to him. This was normal. This was comfortable to him. And he wanted to be comfortable.
Come to think of it, he and Ethan both playing baseball together had to have showered in the locker room together. Four years of the same sport, seeing each other all sweaty after workouts and then in the showers. Then I got to thinking about Ethan. I wonder if he was as comfortable as Ben about being naked. Surely so if he showered with the rest of the team. Assuming he did so. I guess you could choose to not shower and go home right after practice or a game? By not playing sports in high school I didn't have all the answers. If Ethan did shower with the rest of the team though, he was probably just as comfortable as Ben was & probably didn't mind being seen. Then I started imagining what Ethan looked like. I'd seen him without his shirt plenty of times, as the guys would typically shed their shirts on a hot day. As I mentioned before, he was super thin, probably weighing no more than 130? 140? You could tell he lifted weights, but the muscles didn't stick as easily to him. But he was toned for sure. But how would he compare to Ben below the belt? Bigger? Average size? Cut or uncut? Pubes: trimmed, shaved, full on bush?
"EARTH TO WILL."
"Huh?" I looked up and realized that Ben was talking to me, still drying the rest of his body. Apparently I was so deep in thought (about Ethan? weird) that I zoned out and was staring at the floor (thankfully not still at Ben's dick).
"You okay bud?" Ben asked.
"Yeah sorry. I guess I zoned out. Still waking up I guess."
I stood up and headed to the bathroom.
"Gonna brush my teeth real quick and I'll be ready to go," I said.
"No rush, I'm going to air dry a bit," Ben said.
He had finished toweling off his entire body now and was dry for the most part, but was still a bit damp. He plopped onto his bed, picking up his phone to begin scrolling, not caring to cover up at all.
I walked into the bathroom and began brushing my teeth, staring at myself in the mirror as I did.
'What is wrong with you?' I thought. Pull it together. I can't stare at him every time he gets undressed. And what is the deal with that anyways? Am I... what? jealous? I mean, he does have a great body. I'd do just about anything to be as fit as Ben. Just not work out regularly, I guess. I laughed at myself and lifted up my shirt in the mirror. Not bad, nothing really to complain about. I was average. No six pack for sure, but not pudgy either. I was pale though. It came with the territory of being a red head. I never was able to tan. I only turned beet red and then it was back to normal. I finished brushing, spit in the sink, and straightened up. Before I walked out, I pulled my waistband out from me, looking down at my dick. Even though I had cum (literally, what, 5/7 minutes ago?) my dick still had not retreated completely. A slight chub was still present. Having Ben this comfortable was going to be difficult for my cock to handle.
I stepped out of the bathroom to find Ben still laying naked on his bed, laughing at something on his phone. Without thinking my eyes went straight to his cock once again. Slightly bigger than it was when I walked out a few minutes earlier. His eyes still on his screen, he reached down and took all of himself, cock and balls, into his hand and readjusted. Flicking his dick to the side, he gently dropped his balls and scratched an itch, rubbing his fingers around in his pubes.
"You still hungry?" I ask.
"Ah yeah, my bad. Let me throw some clothes on."
He grabbed a t-shirt and put it on first. Interesting choice. Then grabbed some basketball shorts and pulled them up. No underwear. I guess he was a fan of freeballing as well. He walked to grab some shoes and it was unmistakeable in the shorts. Dick flop to the left, then the right, and repeat.
"Alright, lets go dude. We can take my truck." Ben offered.
I followed Ben out our door and to my surprise Ethan & Logan were both sitting on the couch. The tv was low and I hadn't heard them out there this whole time. We walked further out into the living room and I see that both guys are in their underwear, Ethan in boxers, and Logan in boxer briefs. Again, this really isn't that weird in reality, just a little surprising since we always used to strip down no further than shorts all these years.
"Morning boys!" Logan says cheerily with a smile.
"Ah yes! Looking much more comfortable fellas! Much better!" Ben responded. "We're headed out for some breakfast. You two want us to pick up anything?"
They finished their exchange but I couldn't help but wonder. What was Ben talking about?
We headed out the front door with breakfast orders from the other 2 and climbed into Ben's truck. Ben started the engine and I asked,
"So.. You mentioned 'being comfortable' with the guys too?"
"Oh yeah! I caught them this morning before I left for the gym. I told them about how we talked about being able to be comfortable last night and that they should be too. They were down for it - as you can see. haha, Logan shucked his shirt off right as I was telling them."
"Oh, I gotcha. Makes sense," I said, realizing this was going to be harder for me than I had anticipated.
"Yeah man! It's just us bros. No big deal.. right? You're still cool with it?"
"Oh.. yeah, totally. Just us bros." I responded.
We talked about everything & nothing on the drive to pick up breakfast and on the way back, windows down. It was warm but felt nice to have the wind in our hair. We get back to our place and walk in carrying the bags of food, Ethan & Logan still sitting in the same spots, still in their underwear. Big smiles spread across their faces as we toss them their food. We all sit on the couch and loveseat laying the spread of food across the coffee table. I walk into kitchen taking drink orders as I go, grabbing glasses and filling them with ice and then drinks. Water for Ben, OJ for me and Ethan, and a refill of coffee for Logan. I walk back into the living room carefully carrying all the drinks, trying not to spill any of them and set them down in front of each of them. I sit down as Logan presses play on the remote to start the movie we hadn't finished the night before.
"Wait just a sec," Ben says. "Keep it paused and let me and Will go change real quick and then we can start it."
I look up at him a little surprised.
"C'mon bro," he said looking at me.
Ethan rushed us, "Hurry it up boys, I'm starving!"
I jump up and follow him into our room. He immediately starts shucking clothes onto his bed. For a third time just this morning Ben frees his dick in front of me and starts searching for underwear. I timidly start undressing and by the time I get down to just my boxer briefs, Ben has found a pair of boxers, slips them on and heads back out with the other guys. I think to myself, 'This is fine. This is normal. It's just us guys.' and follow him.
We walk back in to see the other two guys already with their mouths stuffed with food.
Will a full mouth, Ethan mutters, "Sorry, we couldn't wait any longer."
"No worries, dudes! Let's dig in, and finish this movie!" Ben says, plopping down on the loveseat.
I walk around and sit next to him, trying to act like I'm completely comfortable with the situation. I want to be comfortable. I just feel a bit exposed. I'm also trying my best not to let my eyes wander. Ethan's boxers are a bit baggy like Ben's, so you can't really tell too much anyways. Logan's boxer briefs, however, were snug like mine, in an attempt to keep everything in place. Some guys have underwear preferences. I typically lean towards boxer briefs and have a variety of styles. Regular boxer briefs and even the trunks which are shorter in the legs. But I guess some guys don't have a particular preference, like Ben. I've seen him already in both boxers and boxer briefs and have actually seen a pair or two of regular briefs in his piles of dirty clothes. I wonder if the other two guys are consistent like me or more like Ben. I'm guessing only time will tell. Apparently I'm going to be seeing more and more of everyone in their underwear. Everyone laughs at something that happened on the TV which kind of brings me out of my head again. I start eating my food and try to relax, as much as I can while worrying that I could spring a boner at any moment. I stuff my face and try to calm my mind.
I am finally able to let my mind drift off into the plot of the movie. We all finish eating and everyone is interjecting statements throughout the movie, pointing out different plot holes, and just regular conversation over the dialogue. Everyone has shifted and gotten comfortable to finish the movie. Logan has propped his feet up on the coffee table, Ethan has both legs pulled up onto the couch with him. I'm leaning back onto the back of the loveseat interested in a high point in the movie. Ben finally settles back as he had been leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees. As he leans back, he readjusts his package and then spreads his legs allowing plenty of room for his balls. As he spreads his legs, his right knee pushes into mine and rests there. Normally, another guy would pull back, not wanting to be touching another guy. Ben didn't. Maybe he didn't notice. Maybe he was just comfortable that way. Maybe it didn't bother him because we were close friends. Maybe, he was, wanting to? No. No, that's silly. He just needed to let his balls relax and spread his legs. It was definitely a 'man spread' if I had ever seen one.
I glanced down with my eyes, making sure not to tilt my head, to ensure that I wasn't imagining it. Sure enough, it was. Just as I did, he readjusted his lower half, moving his ass closer to me so that he could lean over to the left and rest his elbow on the arm of the loveseat. His thigh was now partially against mine, his curly leg hair tickling me where we touched. I didn't let me body twitch; not like my heart was twitching inside my chest. What I was afraid to admit to myself was that, I liked the way it felt. The warmth of his thigh. The hairs tickling me. I really don't know if he was doing this on purpose. He was so nonchalant about it all. Like he didn't even realize that we were close at all. But I knew. And so did my dick.
I feel it under the snugness of my underwear. Blood filling my member. Shit. I'm getting a chub. Normally this wouldn't be a problem. I could readjust myself through my shorts, push it under my waistband and wait it out. Not now. Not sitting here in my boxer briefs. My bulge would definitely show. And if I push it under the waistband, my dick head would be on display for everyone. Throughout the movie, all 3 of them had constantly readjusted their dick and balls, like every guy does. Sometimes, even occasionally pushing their hands into their underwear to get a full grasp on things, or scratch an itch, or just have it there for comfort. Usually it's something we don't notice or even pay attention to. However, the way we're sitting here, we can see everyone, almost seeing everything. So every little dick nudge is on display and easy to see. Or maybe it's just noticeable to me? Is it still that I'm a bit uncomfortable so I'm paying close attention to everyone? Or am I just paying such close attention to make sure that I'm not doing anything weird or out of the ordinary from them? Either way, seeing them having adjusted their dicks constantly throughout the movie, maybe they wouldn't notice me.
I gently place my hand under my balls and pull up, un-sticking them from the inside of my thigh, and pushing them agains my dick to move it upwards. This was a mistake. Even the slightest touch only seemed to encourage the boner to grow fuller. I knew if I didn't do something, I was going to be rock hard (for the second time of the day) and I didn't know how the other guys would react. And I just don't think I'm ready for that. So I stand up and quickly walk to the nearest bathroom, which is the one in the hall, the one that Logan and Ethan share.
"I'll be right back, gotta pee!" I shout. "You don't have to pause it!"
I make it inside the bathroom quickly & lock the door. I look in the mirror. My face is red again, like I'm blushing. Shit. I quickly pull my waistband out from me and slide the head of my dick under, hoping the pressure of the elastic will cause it to go soft once again. I place my hands on the edge of the counter leaning forward, thinking to myself that I have to get my shit together. It doesn't take too long, fortunately, to begin to go flaccid once again and I realize that I actually could pee. I step over to the toilet, pull my dick out over my waistband, and almost step on a balled up dark blue towel on the floor. Their bathroom is a mess just like ours. I kick it to the side. As I do, the towel unfolds. Something catches my eye & I do a double take. Spots all over the towel. It looks wet? but not like it was used to dry off after a shower. Then it clicks.
It's cum. Cum spatter all over the towel. Most of it had dried but left a glossy shine in some parts of it. The amount was enviable, too. It was a big load. Multiple globs and patches of dried semen, along with trails assuming that was from the ropes being shot out. I used my big toe to fold the towel back up, aim my dick at the toilet and pee. I flush and chuckle to myself. Looks I'm not the only one who's horny. And looks like I'm also not the only one who needed to blow a load this morning.
I am now fully flaccid and position my dick carefully in my boxer briefs. I head back out to the living room and settle back into my spot on the loveseat next to Ben. My eyes fixed on the screen to finish the movie, but wondering the whole time: Was that Ethan's load? Or Logan's?