Jake and Henry

This is a roleplay I've been working on with someone about two boys named Jake and Henry.

If you like what you read or have any comments, compliments, or critiques, please email me at:  jcjbaseball1012@aim.com

I'll be posting new installments as they're written.

JAKE:

So it's maybe 8 or 8:30 and I'm sitting on the hockey team bus, exhausted from the 5 hour ride through pouring rain we just endured.  I'm in a stubborn mood for no real reason; I'm just unhappy to be far from campus and my friends on such a shitty night.  Granted, my hockey boys are my good friends as well, but my best friend and co-captain on the team, Jeremy, had to stay back with the flu, and I'm not in the mood to talk with any of the younger kids right now.  As we pull into the hotel, which is a generous term for the glorified Motel 6, parking lot, I let out an audible groan and motion to David, that other obnoxious junior, who's sitting across from me.  "Ugh, another shit hole for us tonight man." I'm figuring I'm going to be rooming with David, seeing as we're good friends, even though he's a year younger.  The bus is arranged in terms of seniority, with some exceptions, so I'm near the back, and David, being respected by the seniors, sits across from me.  

I'm not really thinking about the team, or the game we have to play tomorrow night, rather my mind is focused on pussy.  Not because I'm horny, but because I'm bored, cranky, and about to spend the night in a fucking motel.  As my mind drifts to that cute, tight little sophomore Sara, a grin forms across my face, and my spirits are lifted slightly.  I haven't fucked her yet, but I'm sure it's coming, she's been eyeing me for weeks and her friend Charlotte mentioned to David how badly she wants me.  With this renewed self-confidence I stand up and stretch out, my tight Levis nearly exposing my trimmed bush of pubes.  I could care less, as I feel quite comfortable around my hockey bros, and I rub the faint line of hair running from just below to my belly-button into my jeans below.  The bus is quite, everyone's pretty tired, and the coach stands up to tell us something.  I sit down, to be deferential and somewhat polite, and listen to his announcements.  As he reads off the rooming lists, which usually are voluntary, but not tonight, I get a sinking feeling in my stomach.  I'm rooming with Henry.  Nothing wrong with the kid, he's a cool sophomore with a wicked snapshot, but still, he's a sophomore, and I need to talk with David anyway.  I don't want to be a complete dick and complain to the coach, so I figure I'll just be a bit icy to Henry in the room.  I know it's not fair, I usually have fun paling around with him in the locker room, but I'm just in a grumpy mood.  We hop off the bus and grab our duffle bags, and I continue my conversation with David as we walk into the hotel and toward the wing with the 10 rooms housing our team.  Henry, wearing khaki shorts and a blue t shirt, nods at me, and I can discern a bit of intimidation on his part, which is in my mind to be expected. 

I look this sophomore over.  Yeah, he's strong, and I know he does well with the girls because half of the time he's trying to hit on the senior girls.  I have to respect his tenacity, even if he is a little naive.  I look into his brown eyes, looking down at him because I'm a bit taller, and run my right hand up the side of my left arm.  "Ugh, come on kid, you're with me tonight." I jar open the door to the room and scan it.  It has two full sized beds, made up with those awful plaid motel quilts, with a nightstand separating them.  In front of the beds is a bureau with a television and minibar inside it.  Past the beds is a small window, covered by the shade, and an air-conditioner that's sputtering slightly.  Immediately to my left is a bathroom, equipped with a tub-shower, sink, and toilet.  Bare bones, to say the least.  I scoff, I'm used to much higher class arrangements, and the boys on the team are well aware that I'm a bit of a "rich kid" who doesn't mind flaunting his toys.  Whatever I think, it's just one night, even if it is with a sophomore, I hope he's not annoying.  Although Henry and I like to joke around, we've never really had a serious conversation before, usually because we're rarely alone together.  I toss my bag next to the bureau and sit on the edge of the near bed, looking at Henry and saying "well, this should be a fucking ball..." I let my words trail off, not wanting to make him feel bad but not wanting to make it seem like I'm somewhat exciting about rooming with someone new, someone who's pretty good looking and who reminds me of myself at that age.  I shake those "weird" thoughts off and walk outside of the room.  Curfew isn't for another 20 minutes, and I wanted to finish my conversation with David.  I stroll out, leaving Henry alone in the room.

HENRY:

I keep telling myself that these trips are going to get better. People have no idea what traveling does to the psyche when you are expected to go out and play a long, hard fought game the next day. The bus ride is always the worst part. No privacy and the constant rain tonight only made matters worse. Why did I join this team again? Oh yeah, I love hockey. Right now though, I don't love it. I love the thought of being back at my dorm. Figures my roommate would go away when I'm traveling. Could have hung out, jacked a bit to some porn, maybe even called that girl from down the hall who I was hooking up with. This just sucks on every level. The sight of the broken down Motel 6 doesn't help. Even though this bus trip is finally over, things look like they are going from bad to worse.   I just want to get into my room. Shit, I don't even know who I'm rooming with. At this point, I'm not even sure that I care. Looking back at the other guys, everyone seems tired. Jake looks like he would rather be shot than be here. Wow, those levis are tight. Almost looks like he's boning in them. I heard her was doing Sara and have to confess she's a hot piece of tail. Bet that's what he's talking to David about. Hey, good for him.   Now here comes coach saying the usual things, giving the usual speech. Wait. What did he just say? No voluntary room assignments? Is he trying to shake things up in some sort of bullshit coaching way? I don't care. Figures he'd say I was going to room with Jake after I just thought of him with Sara. I just want to change out of this shirt and khaki shorts. Looking at Jake, I give him a nod in the hope that all is cool and that he won't be overly pissed about not rooming with David.   For a senior, he's been cool with me but there's still that level of older classman bullshit. Maybe he things I'm a jerk for always going after girls who seem to be in his pond. Guess I'll find out tonight. Time to just get this over with and go up to him. Wait, did he just call me kid? Ugh, great, so much for him being cool with me. Can it get worse? Oh yeah. The room wasn't bad, it was beyond words. Calling it a dump would be giving it too much credit. Jake looks like he would rather die over staying here. Think he may not be far off with the sentiment. My muscles still feel sore from the work I did before the bus trip. Never again.   David saying this should be a fucking ball may be the line of the night. Yeah, he's cool but I could do without the bullshit at the point. Come to think of it, we've really never spoken. Don't think that will change tonight. Fuck it, maybe he wishes he could do what I've been doing when he was my age. He's the man though, who am I trying to kid? He's got the world by the balls and knows it. Happy he decided to go see David before curfew. With my luck, he's going to say he thought I was checking him out. Whatever I'm just happy for the alone time right now. Maybe I'll rub one out before he gets back. Think I'll try to unpack first. The again, what's the point? I might catch something in this dirthole.

JAKE:

I leave Henry alone in the room as I go into David's room.  He's rooming with Spencer, another junior who I've known almost my whole life.  I sit down on David's bed, him next to me, and the three of us discuss our gameplan for the game the next night.  I find myself being strangely distracted, unable to focus on the plays because my mind keeps wandering.  Not to anything particular, I'm just very out of it at this point.  As I complain about the early curfew, lack of girls, and shitty hotel, David asks me if I'm cool with rooming with Henry.  I look at him, taking a while to respond, as though I'm subconsciously choosing the acceptable jargon.  "Yeah, I guess, whatever, he's a fag sophomore, but he's chill, don't you think?"  David and Spencer nod affirmatively and I feel reassured that my friends are assured of my position as dominant captain.  Of course, I do sort of feel bad for the kid, I did leave him all alone in that room, and I didn't see Kyle or Max, the other sophomores who he's friends with, around.  Whatever, I'm not in a charitable mood.  I momentarily eye the minibar in my friends room but let the thought go; that old thing probably has beer from the 70s in it.  

About 5 minutes before curfew I get up and excuse myself from the conversation, which had really just diminished into meaningless banter about girls and gossip.  I said goodnight to my friends and told them to text me if they were bored, and went out into the hall, pondering my next move.  I figured I might as well say goodnight to the team, being the captain and all.  Spencer asks if I want a hand, but I say it's fine, it's not a big deal.  I go to each of the 10 rooms and tell the boys to get a good night's sleep and to avoid the bed bugs, my feigned serious tone making them squeamish.  After this I go into the coach's room and tell him the guys are all back.  He nods and hands me a binder with a few plays in it, and tells me he's going to shift Henry to my line, the first, which is why he had us room together.  That makes some sense to me, although I'm still not overjoyed about it.  I say goodnight to the coach and take the playbook back to my room, double-locking it behind me.  Henry's sitting on his bed, the far one, shoes off, with the TV on, playing with the remote and attempting to find something halfway decent.  On his lap I see a cellphone, still lit from a recently sent text message.  I wonder who he's texting, but realize I don't really care, so I shrug the thought away and say, "coach wants you on my line, we need to go over these plays kid," putting the emphasis on "MY line."  

I sit on the side edge of my bed, facing Henry, as he does the same and sits across from me.  It's a small room, with maybe 3 feet of space between the beds, so our knees are a bit less than a foot away.  I cross my legs in my tight Levis, momentarily adjusting my junk, and open up the binder.  "Man, there are alot in here, you look them over yourself, I need to take a piss and wash up."  I toss Henry the binder and stand up, turning around to open my duffel and taking out a toothbrush and razor.  As I walk to the bathroom, I figure I should lighten up on him, after all we do have to spend a night together and it's 9 at the latest.  "Hey man, are you cool with rooming with me?" I say as I partially disappear into the bathroom.  I leave the door open, feeing secure in my environment, and piss a bit sideways, my back to the open bathroom door.  As I take my soft penis out, I play around with it, not sexually, but just because I'm bored.  I start to pee as I hear Henry starting to say something from over by his bed.  

HENRY:

Fine, I'm going to make the best of this. I've been in worse situations before. Besides, complaining isn't going to change anything. May as well just take off my shoes and try to get comfortable. Wow, I'd pay good money for a foot massage tight now for my big aching feet. I'm going to text Diane and see if she is still up. If so, I'll get her on the line for some phone sex. Not sure how long I'll have the room to myself and always sleep better after rubbing out a load. Wonder if Jake gets to stay out past curfew. Hope so. Now watch him come back just as I'm boned and ready to blow. Maybe he'll end up crashing with David and I'll have the room to myself. I could see him trying to pull some stunt like that. Whatever, let him do what he wants. Deep down, he knows I'm the future of this team. Actually, he knows that I'm the present.   Even though this place is a shithole, I find the fact they have a minibar pretty amusing. Maybe if I wasn't here to play, I could drown my sorrows in the over priced little bottles of booze but the game should come first. Where is Diane? Bet she's probably blowing someone else while I sit here waiting. Screw it, if she is, I'll just take her roommate and teach her a proper lesson. Any chance there's something on television? Might as well turn it on and try to pass the time. Here I am, in the middle of nowhere, rooming with the captain of the team. Not bad for a guy my age. Next year, some kid will be saying that about me. The C will look good on the front of my jersey. Maybe I'll try on Jake's jersey when's he's not looking to see how it looks. I just wish I could avoid some of the crap that comes along with the title. I bet he's doing the usual room check right now, giving the same speech about sleeping well and being ready to play tomorrow.   One more text to Diane. No need to mince words as I type "Get your lips off that guys cock." Right after sending, I hear the sound of the door. Figures, not even time to jerk myself off. After locking the door, I thought I heard something. Did Jake just say that coach wants me on HIS line? Ha. Bet that's burning his ass right now. The balls of calling it his line. Like the sport of hockey never existed before he first laced up a pair of skates. I could be a dick and get into it with him but it won't do us any good. I'll just have to enjoy the fact that his line has become my line.   I really have no desire to go over plays. I've seen him enough on the ice and know the system better than coach, Jake, and the rest of the team put together. Sitting across from me, I feel like he's right on top of me since the room is so small. Perfect if you wanted to make a move on a woman but not when you are sitting less than three feet across from a guy. Yeah, now go ahead and cross your legs, giving us less room. Hmm. If I didn't know better, I would think I saw him boned under the button fly of his levi's. It was only a second but sure looked like he was packing some major meat.   Great, it's only 9 and our captain has the nerve to throw me the playbook, expecting me to look at it. Maybe he'll even say good night if I don't do anything stupid like ask him a question or breathe. Wait, did he just ask me if I was cool rooming with him? Wow. Guess maybe he's not the complete hard ass that I thought. In an odd sort of way, I do feel comfortable with him. Maybe it's because I also like pissing with the bathroom door open. Funny what guys bond over. "Yeah man, it's cool."  Wonder if he heard me. All I heard was the sound of Jake's piss stream hitting the water in the toilet.  

JAKE:

I stand over the toilet bowl, enjoying the release of tension as my body relaxes.  I finish peeing and wash my hands, and mill around in the bathroom for a moment, checking out our sparse quarters.  I walk out of the bathroom, preparing to respond to Henry.  You know, maybe this won't be so bad after all; I'll get to bond with a new teammate and maybe it'll translate to us playing better together tomorrow during the game.  I might as well at least make an effort.  I zip up my fly just as I step into his sight, and as I walk towards my bed again I say, "Good good, I know I'm captain and all, but I think you're barely cool enough to hang out with me..." I smirk at Henry, letting him know that it's simply good-natured ribbing.  "What a shit bus ride, that really was awful, and my iPod died like halfway through, I had nothing to do man." I put the emphasis on the nothing, exacerbating the "hardships" I had dealt with.  

As I get to the bed I kick off my shoes and grab my bag, placing it on the quilt.  I lean over the bed a little bit to sift through my duffel, looking for my toiletries and some other random things I'm not sure if I packed or not.  I take a glimpse across at Henry on his bed and see him eyeing the playbook I gave him with a mixture of trepidation and affront, and I try to placate him by saying, "Fuck the plays man, we can do that stuff later, we kinda just need to relax now, you look just as exhausted as me, put some TV on or something."  

I climb on to the bed, sitting cross-legged with my ankles exposed by my tight and consequently slightly short Levis and the bag in front of me.  I take out my cell phone and realize I've gotten a text from Spencer, and I chuckle mildly at the witty double entendre he sent me.  For a few minutes I find myself almost staring into space, a strange lull in my usually ebullient personality.  I'm really just thinking about a mixture of Sara, the game tomorrow, the work I need to do, how these jeans look on me, and why I'm in a random-ass motel 6 with a sophomore.  To say the least, my mind is a bit muddled.  However, I snap out of it when I realize Henry has turned on the TV.  "Fuck man, it's only like 9, I should have asked coach for some extra time.  Whatever, I'm going out to get a soda, want one?" I begin to walk out of the room, without my shoes, to go to the vending machine at the end of the hall.  Yeah, being captain has its perks, and not having to worry about a strict curfew is one of them.  

HENRY:

Is it strange that the sound of Jake taking a leak is mildly arousing? Guess this is what happens when you text girls who don't write back. As I flip through this playbook, I realize that I'm not paying it any attention. The last thing I want to think about right now is hockey. I hope he's not a hard ass about it and expects to review plays and talk about game situations. Coming out of the bathroom, Jake just made a joke, saying he was the captain and that I was barely cool enough to hang with him. I smiled back at him and appreciated the ice breaker. I knew deep down he was cool. Happy he seems to think the same of me.   "I hear you about that bus ride being hell and having nothing to do. When I looked back at you, I thought you were going to go explode." What I didn't mention was that I caught a glimpse of his fly and it looked like something else was going to explode. While Jake is going through is bag, I pretend to look at the playbook and try to not think back to his boner on the bus. What the fuck am I talking about? I love pussy. Always have, always will. Maybe it's like when you're at the gym and you can't help sneaking a glance. Sneaking to make sure that you are the biggest. Deep down I know I am but nothing wrong with a little validation sometimes.   "Fuck the plays? Man, that's the best thing I've heard all day" Throwing the playbook onto the floor, I feel more and more comfortable and take Jake's advice about trying to find something to watch.   After hearing him laughing after seeing something on his phone, I thought about asking what was so funny but not sure we are there yet and also don't want this guy to think I'm looking for a new best friend. If I talk to him, I'll have to look at him and I'm having enough trouble getting the thought of his fly out of my mind. Last thing I need is for him to think I'm checking him out. After spacing out, Jake just asked if I wanted a soda. Wow, if he was only a woman. "Yeah" I reply, something I can mix with the stale booze in the minibar. Some women too." He must know I was joking about the minibar, right?

JAKE:

As I walk out into the hallway to find the vending machine, I hear the sound of Henry shuffling or moving around in the room.  I don't look back because I don't particularly care what he's doing; probably going to take a leak.  I go to the soda machine, unsure of what to get him because I didn't ask.  Whatever, I'll get two cokes, no one ever complained about them.  Fuck, this ghetto-ass machine only has one coke.  Begrudgingly I get a water to add to the one coke and saunter back to the room.  Of course the hallway is completely deserted; none of the other boys would risk breaking curfew.  My mind wavers because I'm so tired.  I can't help but thinking about the weirdest things.  Like for example: today on the bus I happened to glance down at David's shorts, and I found myself noting that he has really smooth looking thighs.  What the fuck? Oh well, I can just chalk it up to general horniness; when a boy is so bored and horny, he looks at the most random things, right?  Whatever, both of them, Spencer and David, have surprisingly small shoes, I wonder what that means...

I chuckle mildly to myself as I enter the room again, to find Henry just exiting the bathroom and walking towards his bed.  He turns around as I come in and I ask, "sorry man, they only had one coke and one water, which would you like?"  I try to be nice to him, we're going to need his snapshot tomorrow.  I put the drinks on the nightstand between our beds to let him choose, and laugh when I realize Family Guy is on TV.  I motion towards it and say to him that I like this show, which he apparently does as well.  I remember the stupid joke he made as I was walking out about the minibar, and go to inspect it.  As I crouch down to open up the dusty fridge, I say "well I might as well see what's in here, right?"  I'm not really in the mood to drink, but maybe it will lighten up the mood or whatever.  And still, it's barely 9:15, and I never get to bed before midnight, I'm going to have to pass the time somehow.  

"Hmm, they have two little bottles of rum, you want?" I take them out and hand Henry one, my fingers barely gracing against his as I do so.  I have no intention of getting drunk, but still, it's just one shot, what's the harm?  I take the coke and fill two cups halfway, putting the a shot of rum in each.  I hand Henry his glass and toast: "Here's to, well, here's to getting the fuck out of this shithole!" I laugh and take a sip. It's a little harsh but nothing unpleasant.  I've noticed that Henry has taken off his belt and that it's lying on the ground on top of his duffel.  No biggie, mine's a little tight too now that I think about it.  I'll take it off in a bit.  "So, Mr. Sophomore, how's that drink?" I say, chuckling and wearing my nearly trademarked smirk.  I'm again sitting on the side of the bed, and Henry is on his side as well, so we're basically facing each other but watching the TV to my right and his left.  

HENRY:

Did he even hear what I asked for? Guess I'll find out soon enough. I still can't believe that this girl hasn't texted me back. Here I am, middle of nowhere, rooming with the team captain, big game tomorrow, and my cock is getting hard. Should I try and rub one out before Jake gets back? Maybe I should and shoot all over his bed spread. Ha. Now that would be funny, as I could just pretend like I had no idea what it was or where it came from. I like the idea of big, sexy Jake sleeping under a blanked that I covered as my own. Wait, did I just say Jake was sexy. Ok, deep breath.   I really just want to loose my shorts at this point but I'll wait for him to get back. No harm in getting rid of this belt though. Don't want to give him the wrong idea, having him come back to the room and seeing me hanging out in just my boxer briefs. It would freak me if he did it to me. At least I took off my shoes. Speaking of which, Jake seems to have big feet. He's probably packing something decent. Not as big as me but nobody's perfect.

After taking a quick leak, Jake walks back in just as I'm leaving the bathroom. Good think I didn't take long holding my member. He's got a coke and a water. Guess it's better than nothing. Look out, here comes a night we'll never forget. Nice of him to ask me to choose. More I think about it, have to say that he's been trying to be cool. Also, tough to fault a guy who loves Family Guy as much as I do.   "Are you serious? Wow, I can't believe you're making a move for the minibar." Is this some sort of test to see if I'm willing to break team rules? He's going to catch me, rat me out to coach and my hockey season, career, and possibly college all gone thanks to a stupid rum and coke. Nah, he's cool. I'm paranoid. Besides, he would catch more shit about it than I would.   Handing me one of the bottles of rum, I felt Jake's fingers touch mine. It also gave me a bit of a chill. What is going on here? After Jake made a toast, I waited for him to take the first sip just to cover myself before following his lead. Alcohol can do wonders. "Did you just call me Mr. Sophomore?" I replied to his asking my thoughts on the drink, saying "pretty good my captain." Never have noticed before but the bastard has one hell of a smile. I can see why the girls love him.   "Hey, do you mind if I change into something else? Unless you want to run out and burn up this town."  

JAKE:

This rum is good.  Not in the conventional sense, it's hardly what one could consider high quality, but look at the circumstances.  Let me rephrase myself,  it's the best thing I've ever tasted in a shit-hole motel in Nowheresville.  Then again, I haven't been to that many crappy motels in the middle of nowhere.  Whatever. It's better than nothing.  Besides, rum and coke is my favorite drink.  After we toast, I ask Henry how he likes his drink, hoping to get an affirmative response; the last thing I need at 9 at night is a sophomore teetotaler in my room.  

Now that I think about it, I'm rather horny.  Not to the point that I can't control myself, but still, a boy needs to release himself regularly, and I haven't done so in at least two days.  Whatever, I'll take care of it another time I guess.  I let my hand graze over the crotch of my tight levis, adjusting my soft penis inside of them.  This isn't so bad.  I'm not alone, and a good TV show is on and a decent drink is in my hand.  Life could be worse.  "Yeah, I just called you Mr. Sophomore, would you prefer something else?" I look in his direction and chuckle, knowing I could easily come up with some far more derogatory nicknames for the kid sitting on the bed next to mine.  I stretch out, letting my head rest against the propped up pillows and the drink sit on the nighttable.  

I start to loosen my belt.  Gingerly, with one hand, because my other hand is still clutching my drink even though it's resting safely on the table.  Finally I manage to dislodge the buckle and tug it off awkwardly.  I toss the belt off the bed, letting it rest on top of my duffel, which is at the foot.  I offer an explanation to Henry.  "It was tight, and yours is off too so whatever."  Why do I need to even justify my actions to a sophomore?  Whatever, I don't even want to think about it.  I take a few more sips of the rum and coke concoction, it's actually pretty tasty.  Wow, I've already finished nearly all of this thing, I must have been thirsty.  That mini-bar is packed full, but I really should resist the temptation to drink more.  

What's this, Henry wants to change? Of course I don't mind, he probably has a rock-solid body.  He must, considering what a fast skater he is, and plus the part of his legs exposed by his shorts looks pretty firm.  Wait, did I just mention his legs?  What the hell.  Actually, those shorts are pretty cool looking, I wonder what he's packing under there. Whatever it is, it's definitely not as big as mine, I'm a senior.  "Nah man go for it.  By the way I like those shorts, are they J. Crew? I might have the same pair actually."  I don't mind talking with increasing candor, especially now that Henry has nearly finished his drink as well, but I"m still hesitant about drinking more.  Whatever, I can at least be pleasant.  "So how do you like the team so far this season man?"  I finish off my drink and place the glass on the table, letting my hands rest on my chest as I watch the TV.

HENRY:

Actually find myself feeling more comfortable by the minute. Now if I could only find a way to do something about the hard on under my shorts. Jake finished his drink pretty quickly and I'm not too far behind. Really would like to tear into that minibar and keep going. Don't want to come across as a drunk though. Truth is though that I've played my best games hungover.   Something looks to be distracting Jake. Who knows. Maybe he's worried about the game. Maybe he's got girl troubles. Maybe he's just as boned as I am and knows we can't do anything about it. I really think I saw him run his hand over the fly of his levi's. Part of me wishes it was my hand. Would like to see what it feels like. Not that I'm gay or anything, just have never felt a smaller one.   After taking off his belt, he joked about it, asking if it was okay and then saying he didn't need to justify his actions to a sophomore. He's right but I appreciate him respecting me. Rooming with someone can be trouble. Maybe I could be a little more friendly myself. That said, I say "Hey, this may sound like a bad idea but you wanna have another drink?"   I was happy to hear him say yes. Also happy that he didn't give me shit about wanting to change. Standing up directly to Jake's side, I undo my fly and drop my khaki shorts to the floor, exposing my smooth legs, hard calves and toned muscles. All I have on underneath is a pair of tight black calvin klein boxer briefs. I hope my meat isn't too noticeable. Hell, not like he's looking. "yeah, they are J. Crew. Look at you copying what the cooler kids are wearing" as I smile and throw the shorts down to the ground.   Since I'm up, I decided to take a look at the minibar. Jake just said something about how I like the team and the season but hockey is the farthest thing from my mind. Only thing on my mind is scoring.  

JAKE:

God I'm glad this isn't turning out to be a pathetic disaster.  The last thing I needed was an anti-social, annoying roommate.  This kid isn't half-bad.  I mean, this isn't an ideal situation to say the least, but you need to make the best of everything don't you?  Weirdly enough, I need to pee again.  Oh well, I can wait a couple minutes, I'm feeling too lazy to even bother to get up.  My penis is soft but I can tell it's stirring, telling me it needs to release a load eventually.  Whatever, I can control it, I know I can.  It's not like I can do anything about it with Henry in the room.  Maybe I can get him out of here somehow for a few minutes...

You know, I could sort of go for another drink.  One never does that much to me, and there's some pretty decent looking tequila in there, except it's a decent sized bottle as well, not a little one-shot swig of rum.  Wow, weird timing, Henry asks exactly what I was thinking.  I'm glad he brought it up, it doesn't make me look like a drunk.  "Sure man, grab that tequila that's in there, we can have some fun with that." I smile but don't get up, and my eyes scan him as he hops up from the bed and procures the bottle from the fridge.  He opens it with trepidation, unsure of wether to offer me the first sip or not.  Smartly, he does so, and I take a nice big swig, grimacing slightly as it goes down.  "Wow, that's not bad man, but it's strong, you sure you can handle it?" I smirk again as I manage to hop up a little and sit cross-legged on the bed.  I'm still facing the TV generally, and Henry is basically parallel to me.  Woah, what the fuck, he's changing right here? I get alarmed as I hear his fly unzip as he's standing up.  Quickly I regain myself though, every day in the locker room we strip down to our boxers, it's not big deal.  Besides, I'm impressed by this sophomores audacity.  

I have to glance over.  It's basically instinctive.  Just as I do so I see his shorts dropping to his ankles, and two white, smooth, yet firm calves are exposed.  Wow, he is a strong kid.  Nice body.  He must hit the gym quite a bit to have legs like those.  I wonder if they're as smooth as they look.  What the fuck? I don't care if they're smooth, I'm just impressed that he's so strong.  Quickly my eyes glance over again and dart to his boxers.  Wow, he's wearing the same ones I have on.  I love those tight Calvin Klein boxer briefs, they're comfy and they do a great job of showing off my bulge.  I purposely can't bring myself to look long enough to see whatever he's packing, I guess I'm too nervous for that.  "Oh I think it's the other way around Henry.  Woah, you're changing right here? Thanks for the heads-up man, and are those Calvin Klein boxers? I have the same fucking pair on man." I laugh a little bit but manage to keep my eyes averted, not sure of what Henry is going to change into or do.  Maybe he'll go piss again and I'll have a chance to adjust myself.  "What are you even changing into?"  

Man, I don't know what's going on, I think I"m delirious.  My head is pounding already from the (very tasty) liquor, but I still feel great.  I suppose I"m just so fucking overtired I don't know what's going on.  I'm just glad I'm with someone normal and friendly.  You know, this kid reminds me alot of me at his age.  He's cocky, but not rude, and definitely funny.  I bet he gets a good amount of girls, and must have tons of friends in his class.  Not to mention he's not a bad hockey player either.  I wonder if he'll be in my position in two years.  Oh well, I'll guess we'll just have to wait and see.  I need to get out of these levis.  They're too tight and constricting.  I should put on some shorts in a minute.  Let me see what Henry's changing into before I do anything.

HENRY:

Have to say that Jake certainly seems to spend a lot of time in the bathroom. Maybe he just has a weak bladder. Maybe he's going in there to work out loads. Ok, maybe the real question should be why I am thinking about him jerking himself off. Guess I'm jealous. Thought it would pass but I'm going to need to stroke tonight. Maybe I can do it when we turn out the lights. Have to be careful though, last thing I need is him seeing my hand move up and down under the covers. Better idea, I'll take a late shower. I'll have some privacy and be able to jerk without the fear of getting caught. Sometimes, I even amaze myself.   That will have to wait. Right now, I need to concern myself with the bottle of tequila that's right in front of me. Jake is cooler than I expected. He could have been a huge dick about my suggesting we have another one. Well, never as huge as my dick but you get the point. Opening the bottle, I really hope we don't have an early practice skate in the morning. Should I offer him the first taste? He's the captain and I'll let him call the shots. Pretty big swig he just downed. Did he just ask if I could handle it? I'll give it right back to him saying "You have no idea how much I can handle." Please tell me that didn't sound like a come on line.   Screw it, after swigging my own taste of the tequila, I finish taking off my shorts. Should I have went into the bathroom? Whatever, I've got nothing he hasn't seen before. Actually, that's not true but don't want to come off as a prude. Stepping out of my shorts, I flex my calf muscles, just like I do every night. Always love seeing my muscle move under my tight, smooth skin. I get it all the time. My legs are my second best feature.   Taking another sip of the tequila, I could have sworn I saw Jake glance over and look me over. Can't blame him. I'd likely look at me as well. Ha, listen to the nerve on me. It's a combination of anxiety, feeling horny, and my new roommate. "No kidding, you're wearing the same black ck boxer briefs that I am? Nice taste man. Personally they are all that I wear. The girls just eat them up. Don't worry though, I won't tell anyone I fill out mine better." Trying to hide behind a smile, I just can't fucking believe I actually said that. Huh? What am I changing into? "I usually just chill in my boxer briefs if that's cool with you." Thinking to myself that maybe I had better put something on.   I turn to hand him the bottle of tequila and can't resist taking a glance at his basket which are filling out those levi's. He knows they make him look hot. Doesn't need me to stroke his ego. "Hey, I really like those levi's." Where did you get them?" Ugh, lame with a capital L. He's going to try and kick my ass now.  

JAKE:

Thank God for tequila, seriously, I can't even imagine how boring this would be if we were completely sober.  It's surprisingly high-quality, and has that creamy consistency that offsets the harshness of the alcohol.  It looks like Henry isn't exactly a lightweight either; I can tell by the way he just took that shot.  Funny kid, but I don't know if I even care how much he can handle, because it's impossible that it's more than me.  Regardless, that's not something to flex my ego about, it's never worth it in the morning.  Wow, the tequila is making my body a little hot, I really should get out of these levis.

Man, those Cks don't look too bad on Henry, I can only imagine how sexy they look on me.  I mean, he does have the body for them--a hockey player's body--because of those thick white thighs.  Mine are definitely thinner than his, but are all muscle, so I'm sure we're about evenly strong.  Wait, what the fuck did he just say, "I won't tell anyone I fill mine out better?" Son of a bitch, he's a feisty little sophomore.  When I was his age if someone mouthed off like that to the captain he'd be put in his place in a second.  "Oh really Mr. Big Talker? If I were you I wouldn't call out the captain on his...you know what...." I offer Henry a million-dollar smirk, offsetting my seriousness with a bit of playfulness.  "But anyway, yeah, I love mine too, so comfy."  

I begin to undo the fly of my levis as we're talking, and I hear Henry tell me he just chills in his cks.  "Yeah, that's fine, I usually do too, that cool with you?"  I undo the button and unzip my fly, pausing because I have to stand up to take these off because they're rather tight.  Damn, Henry has fucking rocks for calves, I wonder what kind of gym routine he has.  I take my hand and stick it up my shirt, rubbing my abs and lower chest.  I don't do this sexually, but just because I'm already a bit tipsy and I can feel my exhausted body reacting to the influx of mini-bar tequila.  "You're way better than Spencer by the way.  Every time I have to room with him he walks around and chills on the bed naked, so as long as those briefs stay on I'm a pretty content guy man." I laugh a little bit, still smirking, as my interlocked hands explore my smooth fingers.  

"These levis?" I pause and have trouble controlling my smirk as I place a hand on my thigh.  "Well Henry, I got these levi jeans at the levi jeans store, isn't that unlikely?"  Wow, that was cocky, but he's still a sophomore, so I have the upper hand anyway.  Besides, he's cool enough that I can joke around with him.  I add as an addendum: "Dumbass," under my breath, still smiling and letting Henry know, in some roundabout way, that my taunting is a form of acceptance.  I stand up in between the beds, as Henry has plopped back down onto his, just wearing his t shirt and boxers, and stretch my arms out, preparing to finally rid myself of these tight and rather constricting, albeit sexy, levi jeans.

HENRY:

So here we are. Talk about random situations. I'm standing around in just my ck boxer briefs while hoping I don't sport a massive boner. Not that I'm ashamed but this wouldn't be what you would call an ideal situation. Hopefully the tequila will help things continue to go smoothly. Speaking of smooth, as I scratch my legs, I can't help but feel pride in how smooth the are. I could be a leg model. The firmness will just need to take a back-seat to how good the feel now.   Tequila is better than it should be for a dump like this. Jake seems to agree as he continues to drink it just like I do. I may slow up, not wanting to drink him under the table. Last thing I need is him puking before bed.   I'm certain I just caught him checking out my package again. Hey, nothing wrong with being jealous. Glad he was cool about my comment regarding my being able to fill out mine better than he does with his. He flashed that famous smirk of his again. Have to confess it's starting to unnerve me. Almost like there should be a woman on the receiving end of his flirting. Wait, no way he's flirting with me. No way he would risk everything on someone he barely knows. Wait, why is flirting even coming into my head?

"Totally cool if you want to just hang in yours as well." My reply to his asking if he can chill in his underwear is distracted by the site of him undoing the fly of his levi's. Don't look Henry, don't look. Ok, look but don't let him catch you looking. I need to turn away while he stands up to fully take them off. Turning around, I flex my calves out of nerves. Did he just say that I'm better then Spencer? Before I can ask what he means, Jake tells me Spencer chills on the bed naked. Too much information about another team mate. Huh? He's cool  with another guy chilling naked? Is he bi? Thinking I should say nothing, I decide to place my foot firmly in my mouth and say "I usually sleep naked myself."   "Oh, so you got the levi's at the levi's store. Wow." Wiseass. Must say that it was a pretty dump question on my part and guess I deserved that. He just called me a dumbass? "Ok, I may be a dumbass but I have the excuse of being a sophomore. What's yours?" I smile to lessen the blow of our ball breaking.

JAKE:

I look at Henry as he lets me know that it's fine for me to chill in my boxers as well.  He really is a bit cocky, telling ME what's okay with HIM.  Whatever, he's only as cocky as I am.  This is at least going well; the last thing I felt like tonight was an uptight bitch of a roommate.  Besides, the tequila's helping, I can feel my muscles relaxing.  I wonder how Henry does with girls.  He's a good looking kid and all, I mean that purely platonically, so he must get a decent amount of pussy.  Maybe he has a girlfriend.  Who knows? I'll ask him later I guess.  Knowing me, I'll forget.

I stand up between the two beds, facing sideways so my back is to Henry's bed.  To be completely honest, as much as I love to talk, I'm still a bit reserved about showing off my body, especially in front of other boys.  That's weird though, I don't mind getting totally naked in front of or with girls, but I guess the similarities (especially that one piece of equipment only guys have) between other boys and me unnerve me.  Whatever, I'm not a total prude, I know that.  I take one last glance behind me before I drop my jeans.  Man, Henry really does have some fucking impressive thighs.  Why am I looking at Henry's thighs?

"Well thanks for the approval captain." I draw out this last word to emphasize my seniority.  I unzip my levis and pull the down to just above my knees.  I straighten out my ck boxer briefs as I lift up my right leg to pull the jeans off it and do the same with my left leg.  I pull my phone out of my jeans pocket and toss it on the bed before tossing the jeans onto the pile forming on top of my duffel bag.  Now that's more like it, my legs finally feel free.  I turn around partially as I hop back on to the bed, noticing Henry's eyes barely appraising my now considerably more exposed legs, and try to act nonchalant to offset my slight self-consciousness.  I adjust my boxer briefs again, this time shifting my soft penis from left to right.  Finally, some comfort.  

I feel good now; I'm chilling with a decently cool kid with some booze and I'm relaxed, life could be worse.  Definitely worse.  I choose to broach a subject all boys ponder seemingly endlessly.  "So Henry, any girls you fooling around with? I always see you around with that cutie Sara, does she put out with you?" I again offer Henry my smirk, using it equally as a friendly gesture and a device of intimidation.  Plus, I can tell he likes it; people are always amiable when they're exposed to my amicable but smart-aleck grin.  

He sleeps naked? That made me pause for a moment, and I blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind.  "Really man? I've never tried it, what's it like?" Fuck, Henry definitely can tell how genuinely curious I am.  Oh well, he brought it up anyway.  "I mean, it just seems more comfortable, you know?" I say, trying to save face a little bit.  Whatever, I wouldn't mind sleeping naked, it's just never something I've considered.  I wonder if Henry sleeps naked when he rooms with the other sophomores on the team.  "Do you even sleep naked when you're rooming with Max and Shawn?" I try to hide my curiosity, and do it better this time, my face holding a somewhat sanguine expression.  

My legs crouch up a little bit, as I reach out to occasionally rub my thighs.  Man, they're muscular and thin.  Henry's might be a bit thicker, but I"m taller and I think stronger anyway.  Wait, why am I still thinking about his thighs?  Whatever, my mind's just wandering.  What did he just say?  Wow, he really is cocky.  I smirk at him, this time tinging it with a streak of enmity.  "You know what, if you didn't remind me so much of me at your age, I would get up and kick your ass." I continue to smirk, actually enjoying his cockiness.  "Shithead." I add under my breath and smile at Henry, letting him know I"m just busting his balls.  He better not take it too far though, I'd have to actually kick his ass.  Nah, I'd never actually do that, he's a nice kid, with just as much swagger as I had at his age.  Man, it'd be nice if we had some girls in here; It's almost 10 at night and I haven't had the time for a jerk in a few days.  

HENRY:

I would like to meet the man who invented tequila and shake his hand. It feels so good right now and I feel like all of my nerves have left me. Who knows, maybe this night is just getting started. Now all we need is to find out that a woman's hockey team is also staying in this motel. Jake and I could go up there and work together. Bet we would make a pretty good team. Hey, I bet we could even double team one of them. Both of us taking turns plowing away. Wow, that would be hot.

Get the feeling that Jake is shy about his body. Not sure why since he's got a pretty good shape and I would even go as far as saying his muscle tone is equal to mine. Fine, maybe even better on certain body parts. Can't believe I just gave him a compliment. Oh well, nothing wrong with being honest. Not like he's got the bigger sized tool or anything. Right before he took off those hot looking levi's, I thought I saw him checking out my thighs from the corner of my eye. Yeah, I know, they are amazing.

He seems so much more relaxed after getting the jeans off. Maybe it means we've reached the end of a long day and now can finally relax. If I didn't know better, I would think I saw him adjust his junk right after he jumped into bed. Looking at him laying there, have to say that his body is better than I thought. Nice strong legs and the muscle definition is even better than I first thought.

Passing the bottle back and forth, Jake just asked me how I did with the girls. Mentioned that he even remembered seeing me with Sara. Didn't know that he was stalking me. There goes than darn smirk again. Almost feels like he is bating me, daring me. Perhaps slowing up on the tequila would be the right play but I don't want to be the one who stops drinking first. "Yeah, Sara's ok to hang with from time to time. Nothing serious as I like playing the field and keeping the options open. You never know who is going to be come along. She does give a great hand job though, along with great head." Sure could use some of her handy work right now.

"Besides, I texted her tonight hoping to hear how she missed me, or more importantly how she missed what I did to her but she never replied. Nice, huh?" Did I just tell him too much information? Whatever, he asked and no harm in answering. I ask him if he's got anyone steady before being distracted by him asking me what sleeping naked is like. He seems honestly curious. Guess it's just foreign to him. "What's it like you asked? Well, I got into the habit when I first got to college and was dating someone. Didn't make sense to get dressed again after sex and liked the feeling of sleeping free and not feeling constricted. Does that make sense?"

"You're right though, totally more comfortable. You should give it a try sometime." Not going to say that I'm tempted to give it a try myself tonight. Maybe under the covers when the lights go out, I'll strip down and get naked. No way I'll be able to sleep without working out a load but that's beside the point. Actually, maybe that is the point.

Whoa, did he just ask if I sleep naked when rooming with Max and Shawn? Almost feels like he's trying to out me. Back out, calm down Henry. There is nothing to out. You are straight. You are just horny as mad and find this guy cool and you are curious. Curious the same way he is about sleeping naked. "Nah, never went naked with those guys. Honestly, sex seems to be the last thing from their mind and to say they are shy about their bodies would be an understatement."

Jake seems to be in love with his thighs as I see him rubbing them again. They do look pretty solid and firm but more than happy with mine. I'd win a hottest thigh contest between us. "So, I remind you of yourself at this age. Don't you wish you could do it again and get it right like me?" I laugh out loud, figuring there is no harm at this point. Everything is cool and he knows I'm just giving him shit, same way he's giving it back to me. After saying that, I feel my tool starting to bone. Better turn around before he catches it.

JAKE:

I'm impressed Henry gets to fool around with Sara, she's fucking banging and she reminds me of my last girlfriend, Dani.  Seriously, I know she's only a sophomore but she has that lustrous dark hair and milky white skin that makes every boy drool.  Good for him, I wonder if he's gotten to fuck her yet.  She's probably just as tight a fuck as Dani is, well, was.  Ah, those were good days, when I could bury my cock inside Dani's warm cunt, I really should give her a call one of these days.  Besides, even though she broke it off, I know what power my manhood has over her self-control.  I should cut back on this tequila.  I place the bottle on the middle nightstand, indicating I'm willing to take a break and cool off slightly.  As Henry speaks I imagine Sara's lips wrapped tightly around his cock.  Wait, what the fuck, why did I just think about that? I should be thinking of Sara's, or Dani's, lips on my cock, not his. 

"Lucky man, she's almost as cute as my ex, Dani.  Have you gotten to see if she's a good fuck or not yet?"  Enough smirks for now, I don't want Henry to think I'm being overly interested in him.  "It'd be nice if either of them were here right now.  Oh well, just wishful thinking right?" Now I can't help it, and I smirk, but don't tilt my head that far towards him.  "That sucks man, she's probably just busy, or you know, with another guy." I smile, knowing how to push any boy's metaphorical buttons.  I flip through the channels, and finally settle on Old School.  It's a crappy movie, but nothing else is on.  It'd be nice if I could find some porn on this shit TV.  I toss the remote back onto Henry's bed and watch the movie with muted interest. 

I wish I had the balls to sleep naked.  I don't know, am I really more reserved about my body than I think I am?  Whatever, I'll do it sometime, and Henry seems to enjoy it.  I wonder if he's going to do it tonight.  I wouldn't care too much, nothing I haven't seen before, sort of.  "Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean, a combination of laziness and freedom right?" I laugh at the paradox I presented and keep talking.  "That's probably true about Max and Shawn.  My locker is inbetween theirs, and I can always tell in the locker room that they're kind of shy about changing and shit you know?  Max is a funny kid though, and he's Dani's little brother, so I have to be nice to him you know?"  Did I just get too personal with Henry? I mean, we're not really friends, yet.  "I"ll try it sometime though, are you gonna do it tonight?"  I glance over quickly at Henry, instinctively looking over his boxers and enjoying the fact that we're basically dressed identically.  Weird coincidence I guess. 

"You know this reminds me, Max actually wears the same boxer briefs as us.  He must be a cool kid, you know, to be copying us right?" I smirk again, acknowledging Henry as my relative equal.  I lean forward a little bit, arcing my back on the firm pillows, and stretch my hands out to my feet.  Man, I'm sore, it feels good to relax, especially when I'm tipsy.  I wonder what Max and Shawn are doing in their room anyway; I remember all the stupid but fun shit I did when I was a sophomore. 

I ignore Henry's snide comment, enjoying how he's trying to be as witty as I am, like that's possible.  It's starting to get a little later, and I really am utterly bored.  Finally my phone beeps, and it's Dani texting me back ("Heyyyyy Jake, I miss you cutie, how's your sexy body doing?").  I smile at the message and reply, without informing Henry.  Then I blurt out, without really thinking, "Dude I'm all horned-up, it'd be fucking nice if there was some porn on you know?" I laugh, being purely hypothetical, and intending it that way.  Wow, I just told a fucking sophomore I'm horny.  Whatever, he probably is too, at least a little bit, right?

HENRY:

Did Jake just ask me if I've gotten to fuck Sara yet? "A gentleman does not kiss and tell. That said, I'm not gentleman and I fuck her hard and deep any time I like." Yeah, take that. The thought of fucking her right now seems to be getting the best of my cock, as I feel myself sporting some major wood. Maybe I should get on the bed and try to hide it.   "So, Dani huh? Have to say I'm impressed." Didn't think you had it in you." I follow my last statement with a laugh but I'm legitimately impressed with Jake's ability. "I hope you don't mind me saying this but Dani is a really hot girl. If you ever wanted to trade, just let me know." I'm joking. Sorta. It would be cool seeing the two of us trade girls in the same room, watching Jake pound Sara while I did my work on Dani. I can picture him working his tool inside her tight box. I need to stop thinking about his tool. I need my tool to stop getting harder and harder.   "I couldn't agree with you more. I'd paid real money for either of them to be here right now. Maybe I'd even let them give you a hand after they finished me off." Although I smile again, I feel like I may have gone too far with that last comment. Happy that Jake has settled on Old School. It's a pretty funny movie and perhaps it might get my mind off sex.

I respect Jake telling me that he's tries to be nice to Max because he's Dani's brother and tell him as much. I would play the situation the same way. "Max thinks you are the greatest thing since sliced bread. I'm sure he's been telling Dani the same." He's really opening up to me and I respect and appreciate it. If I wanted I could hold that info over his head. Not my scene but good to remember if he ever tries to screw me.  "Oh, didn't give much thought to thinking about sleeping naked tonight. Maybe I will, if you are cool with it. Don't want to make you uncomfortable." Not like I'm uncomfortable since I've been rock hard and thinking about you being the same. "Yeah, Max is a copycat. Saw me one day in my briefs and figured it was the reason why I scored so much. I didn't know you were in the business of checking out what the guys on the team wore in terms on underwear." After saying that, I watch Jake stretch his hands out to his feet and his body continues to impress me.

"So, someone misses you?" I ask after Jake receives a text message that brings a smile to his face. Before he can answer, I can't believe what I think he just said. Did he just say he was fucking horned up and how it would be nice if there was some porn on? After the initial shock, I speak without thinking. "Jake, I'm so fucking hard and horny, I could jerk off to the wallpaper."

JAKE:

Shit man, I'm really horny.  I mean, I'm not letting it show, but come on, I haven't jerked my meat in like a week and I haven't gotten any pussy in like two weeks.  It's driving me insane, I just have this desire to cum, cum all over the fucking place.  I know it's totally irrational but I'm basically praying for some hot girl to come over and drain my full balls.  Oh well, that's not going to happen.  

Wow, this is strangely nice, the conversation is turning towards sex.  Henry's fucked Sara? Lucky kid, seriously, I wouldn't mind having her ride me right about now.  I wonder how Henry is in bed.  What? I mean, you know, in bed with Sara, you know, because of how tight she must be.  "Damn right you're not a gentleman, you're a scrappy motherfucker on the ice too.  But still, I guess girls like Sara don't particularly like gentlemen then?" I laugh a little bit, nodding to Henry and letting him know that I"m genuinely impressed with his sexual prowess.  "Hard and deep sounds good right about now haha, Dani is sooooo tight Henry, you have no idea." I keep smiling, loving that this conversation allows me to boast about my own sexual conquests.  "You fucking should be impressed man, she's even cuter than Sara is.  See, even you admit it, that's why you want to trade.  I'd be up for it, but I doubt the girls would be, there's no way Dani would want a smaller tool ramming her you know?" I regain my trademark smirk again, feeling absolutely like the master of our relative domain (the room) because of my seniority and affable confidence in my body.  

"Trading wouldn't be that bad, I mean, you probably haven't stretched Sara out too much yet so It'd be a nice change for me."  Okay, enough, I don't need to rub it in any more, or do I?  It's always good to put a sophomore in his place; I know the seniors did that to me when I was younger.  Wait, why the fuck am I even thinking about "trading," I should just be thinking about having both of those hotties for myself.  "Haha, Old School is hilarious, I love the scene where the old guy wrestles the two college chicks, I wish I was the old guy right about now." I chuckle mildly to myself and continue to stretch out on the bed.  Thank god I learned a while ago how to control the flow of blood around my crotch; I can be this horny and not let it "show," if you know what I mean.  I wonder if Henry's learned that trick yet;  too bad I can't look over, he'd definitely catch me.  Wait, why would I even want to look over, who gives a shit about Henry's package?  

"So you're friends with Max? Well you better keep putting in good words for me then man.  I'm surprised you think he copies you though, I mean, he's probably copying me, because my locker is next to his and all.  And also, I would think he would be copying the...bigger...guy.  Plus, you know I score more than you." I wink at Henry and continue, "well I didn't know you noticed other guys on the team checking out your underwear." He's good, but I'm better; the result of quite a bit of experience with witty team-bonding banter.  I mean, at least we're both being honest; who hasn't looked around in the locker room a little bit to see what your friend's preferences are.  

Damn, Dani's text message was hot, I can't tell you, I can't even begin to tell you, how much I wish she was here right now.  I wonder if Henry is as horny as I am.  Then he speaks, and my thoughts are confirmed.  I let out a cross between a snort and a laugh.  "Haha, calm down there cowboy, you're in a room with another guy, remember?  This shit sucks though, we're both all horned-up and we can't do shit about it, oh well." I pause and try to think of some way to communicate to Henry that I really want to "release," so to speak.  "You can use the bathroom if you want, but there's no porn in there, see if there's anything else on TV." I motion to the remote, which is lying by Henry's side on his bed.  "Besides, you're probably already intimidated by our...size difference...I won't talk about this stuff anymore, I wouldn't want to make you feel bad."  One more smirk.  I can't believe what I just said, but for some reason I feel a need to hammer home the point that I'm older, that I'm bigger, than Henry is.  Why do you care so much Jake?  Whatever, just keep smirking.  

HENRY:

I can't seem to shake the idea of sex from my mind. I should have jerked myself off when Jake was doing bed checks. I want to cum so badly. I keep thinking about my warm load shooting from the slit in my dick. It would be a gusher, as my balls haven't felt this heavy in ages. It's my own fault for not doing it before got on the bus. That said, it's going to be close to impossible to sleep with this much build up.   Have to say that I'm happy Jake seems cool with talking about sex. Some guys get freaked out by it, never wanting to tell anything and get shy. I laugh after he makes a comment about girls like Sara not liking gentleman. Trying to look away and hide my bulge, I tell him "No, they don't they just like big and thick cock." The words big. thick and cock feel a little ackward coming out of my mouth. Just something a guy usually never says. Just happy that Jake doesn't seem put off by my blunt comment. I think he's impressed with my ability. I appreciate it. He seems to be just as interested in this as I am, since he just made a comment about Dani being really tight. There he goes bragging about how Dani wouldn't want a smaller tool if we did trade like I brought up. Pretty sure of himself, thinking my tool is smaller. I should just whip it out right now, stroke it a few times and show him that I wouldn't be the smaller of us. Whoa. take a step back. I just thought about taking out my meat and jerking it in front of him. Time to say something and shake this thought. "I'm not so sure I'm packing the smaller piece captain." There, let me remind him while he's older, I'm also his equal.   I'm happy that Jake seems cool with the idea of trading our girls. He certainly seems to think he'd stretch Sara out more than I do. Screw it, let him believe what he wants. I know the truth. Seniors seem to enjoy giving us younger guys shit like this. Comes with the territory and I could be getting it a lot worse.   "Max and I are cool. I mean, he's totally more reserved than you and I but I think it's because he doesn't have the confidence we do with women." Wait, did Jake just say that Max was copying the bigger guy? His ego never ceases to amaze me. He really seems to be enjoying making these size references. I really ought to show him. "As far as putting in good words for you, maybe I should tell him to feel bad since your dick isn't as big as the rest of us." I give him my own grin and feel my cock growing in my boxers. "Oh, yeah, you score more than I do. I mean, you do skate on the first line and get the most opportunities. Oh, wait a minute, you meant off the ice?" I break out laughing and throw a pillow from my bed at him. It gives me the chance to lay back down and hide what's inside these briefs.   Jake is playing coy with the text message that Dani sent. I want to ask but stop myself. Maybe it was a naked photo. Would like to think he would share it. It would give me all I needed to work out this aching load. "Not a cowboy tonight partner, there's no one to ride," I say in reply to a comment he made. Yep he's right, we are both horned up and can't do shit about it. Wait, he's just as horned up as I am? Am I making him horny or are just both desperate and needing to release? "Nice to know that I'm not the only one packing major wood." I try not to look at him as I say it but my eyes glance over to his. I look away quickly, my nerves getting the best of me, mixing with an odd desire of energy and curiosity. He knows he could just go into the bathroom and lock the door, pounding one out. All of this talk though makes me think he wants me to know. Wants me to see it. "You know, I think I may take a shower before bed." After pausing, I continue with saying "It will give me extra time to sleep in the morning and also give you some privacy to take care of your needs." Did I just tell him I know he wants to jerk and was going to leave so he could?

JAKE:

Man, I'm pissed off.  This is so annoying.  My horniness is driving me crazy and I would do anything for a cute girl with a tight pussy to plow.  God, I'm such a horn-dog, but so is Henry, I mean, he's a boy too.  Still there's no way he's as horny as me, I can feel my (somehow) soft penis throbbing underneath my calvin klein boxer briefs.  I need to air it out soon and give it some release, why the fuck does there have to be another boy in the room?  Ugh, I might just whip it out, what would he do? I mean, it's just a penis, everyone's seen one of these before.  Nah, bad idea, he might freak out, and I wouldn't want to have to deal with that. 

There must be so much cum in me right now, seriously.  I need Dani here: my favorite thing is when she gets on her knees and starts sucking and licking my cock until I'm ready to cum and then she begs me to cum so she can "drink my cum." That phrase is really hot, and of course I always do as she requests, and shoot loads of cum down her throat.  Mmm, those were fun times indeed.  I'm never going to be able to sleep while I'm this horny.  At least Henry isn't totally put off by discussing our girls.  That means he's gotten a decent amount of pussy in his day.  Most of the guys that get all shy when the conversation steers toward sex are the ones that are nervous about their own inabilities to preform.  Well, good for him, he really does remind me of me at that age.  

Wow, I like this, Henry's almost as cocky as me too.  Thank God, I can't stand those little pussy boys that can't toss an insult right back at you.  I like his feistiness; we're going to need it for our game tomorrow. Wait, what did he just say? Well if he's going to be that arrogant I suppose I'll just have to throw it right back in his face.  "Well then I'm quite surprised she likes you." There we go, that felt like a zinger coming off of my tongue, and all I can do is smirk at Henry.  Big and thick, that's not Henry, no way.  Those are words Dani would use to describe me.  

I'm amazed this sophomore genuinely thinks he has a bigger package than me.  Then again, he could just be talking shit, putting up a facade not backed up by any truth.  Who knows, I'm bigger, I'm the captain.  I wonder if he's starting to get hard.  I can't look over now, and besides, he's adjusted his body in such a way that the front of his boxer briefs are pointing away from me, towards the window.  Whatever, I don't care, he's another guy.  What the fuck did he just say?  Wow, I don't even think I was that cocky at his age.  "Well then, I'm not so sure you know what you're talking about, sophomore." The smirk fades a bit this time, not because I'm getting tired of our banter, just because a little intimidation is never a bad thing. 

"Yeah, he's a cool kid, he used to be alot better at hockey though, I dunno what happened, now he's only a third line player.  Maybe he's having trouble in class or something, help him out if you can."  I say, now dictating orders and regaining my stature as captain.  With that demeanor comes the necessity that I make constant references to my sexual prowess and size, like that bothers me.  "And how would you know Henry?" I smirk again, but start to grow weary of our constant size competition, I mean, It's so obvious my tool is longer.  "Wait, so have you actually seen Max's dick? Or Shawn's for that matter? I mean, how else would you know?"  I smile, but I'm genuinely curious, after all, I've seen more than a few of the kids on the team naked.  Never Henry though.  

I can't help but laughing.  This is actually alot of fun.  I give Henry another dirty look and say "Henry you're so stupid you wouldn't know how to empty a boot full of water if the instructions were printed on the bottom."

I forget where I picked that one up, but it always serves to momentarily shut up those with big mouths.  Did he just toss a pillow at me? I start to crack up.  "A pillow? Oh shit, I'm scared now!" I chuckle and toss it lightly back to his bed.  

Wow, Dani just sent me a picture message, and wow.  That is a nice naked body, seriously, I'd do everything to her right now.  I really should show Henry.  "Dude, catch." I toss Henry my phone and crack up as I see the stunned reaction on his face as he sees the picture.  He tosses the phone back and can only smirk right back at me.  "Hey man, I'm not packing any wood right now, I can control myself around other guys thank you.  Are you hard under there?" I motion vaguely to Henry's crotch, now obscured by the pillow I tossed back to him.  "Whatever, even if you are, I doubt I could see it from here, do we have a microscope lying around anywhere?" I continue to laugh and I take one last swig of my glass of tequila, polishing it off.  Hmm, showering.  "Showering." That's so boring though, and I'd be creeped out about jerking with someone else that close to me.  "Well man, we could just like get under the covers and shit, turn off the lights, and try to find a porno.  No homo I mean, but whatever, it's your call.  You're probably still gonna do it after I fall asleep aren't you?" I laugh, and Henry laughs back, knowing this is pretty much an evident truth at this point.  Still, I'm kind of curious to see how big Henry's package really is.

HENRY:

I used to tell myself that I would never pay for sex. Must confess that I'm questioning that belief right now. I pay just about anything to plow a tight hole while listening to her voice beg for me. She could name the price.  Yeah, I'm that horned. Guess that it's good Jake feels the same way. Nice knowing I'm not the only one with a raging hard on. I don't know if I'm going to be able to hide my throbbing cock from him all night. While it's cool he knows what I'm going through, little odd knowing he wants it just as bad as I do. Fuck, part of me wants to just stroke it right in front of him. I don't care. Okay, I do care. Don't need him starting rumors and saying stuff about me. When I joined the team, I actually expected the older guys to pull some sort of hazing ritual. When I got nervous thinking about it, knowing I would have the biggest tool on the bunch made me feel better.   As soon as I get back to school, I'm taking the day off from class and just going to screw everyone in sight. What I need most is a quality blowjob. Maybe I should go and knock on Dani's door and show her what it's like to suck a really big cock. Ha. Bet that would piss the shit out of Jake. I wouldn't do that to him. Okay, I like to believe that I wouldn't do that to him. I feel like we've formed this bond. Sounds silly and wouldn't call him a friend but I do have a new found respect for him.

Wow, just after thinking about Dani on her knees, sucking my shaft, Jake tosses me his phone, showing me a naked photo of Dani. Pretty cool of him to share. Looking at it made me harder than I've been all night and that's saying something. I throw it back to him quickly, wishing I could borrow it and take it into the bathroom. Did he just ask me if I was hard? No sense in lying. "Yeah, hard like a fucking rod. If you weren't here, this place would be covered in cum." Am I being too bold? What exactly do I want to happen? I know I want to shoot. Do I want him to watch me?   Every time I think he's cool, there he goes saying something that makes him sound like he's an asshole. listen to him saying I need a microscope to see my tool. Screw that and screw him. No, I'm not thinking about screwing him but I bet that would put him in his place. Wait, I don't screw dudes. This crappy hotel is really starting to get to me.   "No microscope needed here, you can keep yours all for yourself." Okay, not my best material but you try always being on point with a throbbing cock, unable to cum. "Thanks for finishing the tequila." I didn't want anymore but not going to pass up the chance to give him a hard time. Flipping through the channels, I can't find anything that looks like a porno so I toss the remote to Jake. "Maybe you can find something."   Not sure if nerves, passion, or the desire to cum is fueling me but I'm not taking anymore shit tonight. Forget the fact that he called me stupid. I need to stand up for myself and put him in his place. "Yeah, you are right, I am going to jerk off once you get to bed. Don't you think it's time you went to sleep?" After saying that, I stand up next to his bed. There's no way he can miss my cock desperate to escape my calvin klein boxer briefs.    

JAKE:

Man, this is tough.  I'm trying to keep my penis flaccid and tucked away in my boxers, but it's getting pretty hard; I'm flat out horny. If I was alone right now I would pull these stupid boxers down and firmly grasp my shaft, slowly stroking it up and down while rubbing my thighs.  Okay Jake, chill out man, there's another boy in the room.  It's not like I can jerk it in front of him.  

Then again, I'm sure he's feeling the same thing.  Maybe I should just pull some upperclassman stunt and use that as an excuse for jerking.  But that might get misconstrued, and I don't need to freak out Henry.  "Dude, we need some girls, seriously." I laugh, but I'm dead serious, and he knows it.  We're both two horny guys with nothing to do and a picture of my friend naked on my phone.  

I can't help continuing to think about Max.  I know it's weird, because he's Dani's brother and all, but he's a cool kid.  I wonder what he's up to right now; probably either sleeping or wishing he had his own room too.  I laugh a little bit; sometimes having a roommate really sucks.  I still want to fuck around with Sara; she's really cute.  "Hey dude, I'm just gonna throw this out there, and feel free to say no, but do you think I could get a turn with Sara? I mean, I'd let you fuck around with Dani too if you wanted, to make us even."  I say this with trepidation; it's hard to ask something like that seriously without coming off as intruding upon another guy's girl. 

I can tell Henry liked the picture I just tossed over to him; his eyes just lit up like fireballs.  I can't help but glancing over.  He's sort of on his side so I see more of his ass-cheek than his crotch, but it seems to me there's some activity in his boxers and he's trying his hardest to control it.  I'm still sitting flat; I'm confident in my abilities to restrain myself, at least for now.  I figured, he is hard.  "Come on man, self-control." I laugh a little bit.  "I"m horny as shit but I"m controlling it--no boner here." I give him another award-winning smirk and vaguely motion in the direction of my crotch.  There's a definite bulge noticeable, but it's not the type one associates with a throbbing boner, rather just with a soft penis.  In any case, it's pretty impressive.

I'm sure Henry has a decent one, unless he's completely all talk, which I don't think is entirely the case.  It's probably nice and thick, with either a pink or purplish bulb-like head and hard shaft.  Okay Jake, stop thinking about his dick man, that's just weird.  I wouldn't really care if he whipped it out, but that would get pretty awkward, and I'd laugh at seeing a smaller penis.

"Right, right, whatever you say little man." I smirk, but I"m being a bit more serious this time.  "Shut up, did you really want anymore?" I laugh, he's visibly tipsy already.  "Nah dude, I don't see anything good on TV, I guess all we have are the pics of Dani, she just sent me a couple more, wanna see?"  I toss the remote down onto the floor and press a couple buttons on my phone to receive the new messages.  

I put the phone on the nightstand and rub my chest a little bit.  Then I see Henry moving out of the corner of my eye.  He stands up and tells me it's time for me to go to sleep.  I can't help but laugh; it's such an audacious thing to say.  I understand though, I'm just as horny as he is and I'd love to jizz too.  I try not to look at him directly as he stands up, maybe 3 feet from me.  However, his penis, now about half-hard, is outlined pretty vividly by his tight boxers, and I see the mold of a pretty decent sized tool in there, although I don't get more than a passing glance.  Good for him, but probably not as big as mine, I don't think.  

I lean over and give Henry a little tap on his bare chest, near his abs.  "Sittdown little guy, I'll go to bed when I feel like it." He's got pretty smooth and decently toned abs actually, just like me.  Henry sits back down on the bed, unsure of what to do.  "Dude, this fucking sucks, we both need to jack it but we only have one phone with dirty pics and no porn on the TV, what the fucks should we do?" 

HENRY:

Sometimes you can't control the urge and desire, the need to take out your cock and shoot a massive warm load of cream out of the shaft. Why do these times happen when I can't do anything about it? Looking over at Jake, I can see that he's semi hard over there. He knows the score and said he was feeling the same. Part of me just wants to look at him, ask if we could cut the bullshit and just get down to business.   Jake just asked me if he could have a run with Sara. Actually wouldn't mind seeing him pound away at her tight pink center. I think a just felt a few drops of precum come out. Good thing I'm wearing black. Hope it makes it harder to notice. "I'll think about getting you a piece of Sara. Sounds like a fair trade, as I would like to show Dani what a real cock feels like." I grin back at him.

I have to give the guy credit for even raising the question. When I mentioned switching off before, I was somewhat joking. Okay, I was serious but think I'm just happy he seems receptive and into the idea. Never did like guys who were too protective. In the end, a teammate is a teammate and there's no "i" in team.   I think I just saw him checking out my package after I tossed the phone back to him. I've caught guys looking at me since high school and never thought much of it. This feels different though. Maybe it's the tequila mixed with two guys desperate to blow their wads. Never have jerked before with another guy. Never have really thought about it. Can't believe I'm thinking about it now. It's not gay or anything. Maybe I just need to keep telling myself that. My hand runs over my abs while I think. The soft skin feels good to my touch. Wish there was someone else touching me right now.   Jake just made some wise ass comment about being able to control his boner. Taking a look again, I'm thinking more and more about how I want to see it. I need to watch my hand, as I felt it travel down to gently rub my throbbing cock over my boxer briefs. I hope he didn't see that. You know, maybe I do hope that he saw what I've been keeping under wraps.   I get the feeling from what I've seen that he's pretty hung. Doubtful as hung as I am, but still bigger than average. Bet it must be a mouthful for Dani to handle. Sara always has a hard time wrapping her mouth around my tool. Wonder if he has a mushroom head like I do. Wonder if he's cut. Do his balls hang low? Wow, I'm spending way too much time thinking about Jake's cock.   "Little man, huh? Haven't been called that since grade school. No worries though, we all know the ones who talk the most are packing the smallest equipment." Jake just rubbed his chest and can't believe I'm thinking this but he looked pretty hot doing it.   After telling him it was time for him to go to sleep, he jokingly laughed it off and then tapped my chest, right on my abs, the part I had been touching, the part I have been wanting someone else to touch. My first thought was to keep his hand there. Too bold though. I'm not gay, I'm not bi. What am I thinking about? The touch felt electric and didn't help the hard tool straining to be released from my boxer briefs.   Did he just say we both need to jack it, have no options, and ask what the fuck we should do? After taking a moment to make sure I heard him correctly and process the words, I take a deep breath and stand back up after sitting down. Standing pretty close to him again and no reason to mince words any longer. "What, should we do? We should stroke our cocks and have a great time doing it."  

JAKE:

Ugh, my self-control is already waning.  I know I'm in a room with another guy but come on, I'm tipsy and it's late.  I really need to jizz, to release.  I can already imagine the tingling sensation right before I spurt out streams of cum all over the place, often into Dani's mouth or pussy.  Fuck her, all she's doing is teasing me with these pictures--she just sent three more of her with a dildo.  I keep glancing over at Henry--It would be so much easier if we could just jerk off without that being considered "gay."

I'm not gay or anything, but come on, I'm horny enough at this point that I wouldn't even care if he were to whip his out right now.  I've seen penises before; no big deal.  I think Henry would actually be up for a trade, I mean I wouldn't mind, I love Dani's cunt, but sophomore pussy is just too appealing.  She must be so tight too.  I keep getting the feeling Henry has a huge boner, and he's slowly acqueising and not caring as much if I see what's going on in his boxers or not.  "Well I like the piece of Sara part, but come on Henry, I think it's the other way around, we both know Sara is just begging to get pounded by a real cock." I grin back at him, unable to stop smirking.  

I've done stuff like that before with other guys on the team--trading off that is.  I mean, it's only fair.  We all have needs, and we all like a little variety, so it's a nice thing sometimes.  And still, I do have a bit of a thing for the younger girls.  

I'm pretty sure Henry just glanced over and checked out my bulge.  Whatever, boys do that sort of thing, it doesn't bother me.  I mean, I know I've glanced over a couple times of him, trying to satisfy my curiosity.  It's nothing big, I just wonder how big he is.  I keep rubbing my thighs--they're rock hard and getting a little sweaty now--and wishing someone was rubbing them for me.  "Hey man, see that pic with the dildo in Dani? How hot is that haha?" I laugh a little bit. "I can't tell, is that a big or small dildo?--I didn't buy it for her."  I'm prying a little bit, trying to get Henry's idea of big and small, but I"m not sure why I care so much.

I have the feeling he's not small.  I mean, who knows, but from the couple glances I've taken there's something noticeable inside his briefs, to what extent I'm not sure.  I wonder what Henry's penis looks like.  Is it long and thin or shorter but thicker?  Is it smooth? Rounded? Have a squarer shaft? Big or small balls? What color head, pink or purplish?  Enough Jake.

"You know it, little man." I keep smirking; I hope he knows I'm just messing around.  "Whatever you say Henry, whatever you say.  Dude want to hear a funny story? One time I was rooming with Max, maybe a couple weeks ago, and I accidentally walked in on him jerking it, it was mad awkward." I laugh a little bit, although awkwardly.  

I kind of liked touching Henry's chest.  Ew.  But seriously, it was so toned and rock-hard, I was impressed.  Wait why is he standing up again.  I cant believe he just said that.  I mean, he's right, but what a fucking audacious thing to say.  How do I respond to that.  "What, little Henry's begging to escape?" I vaguely motion toward his crotch and chuckle, trying as hard as I can to look at his face and not lower.  "Fuck you, but you're right you fag.  I mean, that's kind of gay though isn't it? Two guys in one room.  Maybe we should like get under the covers or use pillows so we don't see each other's junk?" I keep rambling, suggesting stupid stuff; I'm too nervous to just whip out my penis.  "Besides, it's not there'd be much for me to see even if I looked over at you." I smirk, still enjoying ragging on Henry for being younger and, obviously, smaller.

HENRY:

I feel like this is going to be one of those nights that you always remember. Maybe not one that you tell anyone about, but one that lingers and stays with you. They always seem to happen when you least expect them. Here I am, staying in some fleabag motel for a hockey road game and harder than I've been in ages. Throw in the captain of the team as my first time roommate and we have all the makings for an awkward situation. He's horny, I'm horny, and eventually, something will have to give.   I've reached the point where I'm  considering just taking out my cock and jerking off in front of Jake. That's how horny I am. If you would have asked me if I ever would have even considered doing this, I would call you crazy. Never say never though, as my aching hard-on and heavy, cum filled balls are willing to get off anyway they can. Think it's safe to say that Jake knows I'm holding a huge piece of meat under my boxer briefs. As odd as it sounds, I feel sexy. Yeah, there's another stud in the room but I feel really sexy. Wait, did I just call him a stud?   Guess I wouldn't minding seeing him work his tool in action. Both of us double teaming Dani or Sara, taking turns or each of us working one hole while the other does another. Maybe even giving each other a high five during it. Ha, that would be awesome. Jake seems like the kind of guy who would be into such a scene based on our previous conversations. Maybe when we get back to school, we can make that happen.   Before that though, still need to deal with tonight. I'm trying to keep my eyes off Jake but it's hard. He started rubbing his thighs and it's sexy, damn sexy. They look so hard, almost as hard as my tool, and wouldn't mind touching them for myself. That sounds so gay but I don't feel gay. I'm just curious. He asked me about the size of the dildo that Dani was using in the photo he showed me. "Looks about average, I'd guess." Is he asking me if I have experience with dildos and dick sizes? Honestly not sure. "I mean, it's not as big as I am but haven't seen anything that big anyway, so who knows." I feel myself wanting to jerk my meat after saying that. Wanting to do it more than before which is saying something.   Part of me would like both of us to take out our meat and put them side by side, comparing the differences. While Jake looks to be packing some good wood, I know he would be surprised with the size of my fireman's head. Maybe I need to take a walk and get out of here. This is starting to border into entering a new world. Think I'm most worried that he's willing to enter it with me.   "You walked in on Max jerking off? You must have scared the shit out of him." Guess I'm not surprised that Max never brought this up to me. "I've caught him in the act as well. Once I got a clear view of his tool and it looked so small. Almost felt bad for the guy." I run my hands along my abs again not even aware that I'm doing it. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone how you like walking in on guys." I grin back, feeling like I gave it back to him after his previous little man comment.   I take a moment to adjust my boner and stand it straight up under my boxer briefs. The tip is almost visible at the top of the waist band. No reason is trying to hide it any longer. We are both aware of the score and don't see the point in trying to kid myself. Jake is looking at my face and I get the feeling he's doing his best not to look down. "Well, there's nothing little about Henry but he certainly does need to escape, one way or the other." I run a finger along the base of my bulge almost like second nature. Looking into Jake's eyes, I feel like it's a standoff, who will blink first?   I wonder if he's nervous or just trying to play cool. "Nothing to see even if you looked over, you said?" At this point, I pull down my boxer briefs and let out my 8 inch, thick tool. This is either the stupidest thing I've ever done or the funniest. Tell you this though, even with another guy here, it feels amazing to have my cock finally out. "Oh, I'm no fag, I just have a big dick."  

JAKE:

This night is starting to piss me off.  Not because I'm having a bad time; just because I'm getting impatient.  I mean, come on, I'm a boy and I'm horny and I haven't jerked it in a few days, this is just unbearable.  I hope it doesn't get weird.  Henry seems pretty chill though; and It's not like this is a totally unprecedented situation; I've been in rooms naked with guys before--Spencer, cough cough.  Yeah but Spencer and I never jerked it at the same time, at least he had the decency to go into the bathroom and take care of himself.  I have a feeling Henry and I are going to be more open than that.

Whatever Jake, it's just your penis, stop worrying so much, if it comes to it, just whip it out and start jerking, you know Henry will do the same.  No, I can't do that, I just don't have the balls.  I wish I did though.  It's already like 11, and even though the game starts creeping into my mind, I can't get the thought of jerking myself off out of my mind.  Oh well, I've thought about worse things.

Is Henry thinking about the same thing?  He has smooth looking hands, just like mine.  Stop looking over there Jake, he's going to think you're a fruit.  At least he's right, trading off on the girls would be insane.  We could even do them at the same time. I'd take Sara and bend her tight ass over on the bed and start pounding her and Henry could line Dani up right next to me, that would be so hot.  I'd be spanking Sara's cute butt and maybe even take a second off to give Henry a hi-five.  No way he'd ever be into something like that though, oh well.

My thighs are so smooth right now, kind of like my cock, at least I presume--I haven't really touched it on the account of another guy being here.  Man these pictures of Dani definitely aren't helping get my horniness under control.  "Dude text Sara and ask her to send you pics like these.  And yeah, I guess it's average sized, but whatever, I'm sure it's many, many times your size Henry." I smirk over at him, trying to put him in his place.  Who knows though, I don't know anything about dick sizes, for all I know that could be a big dildo.  I wonder if Henry's package is shaped like it, or if his is straighter or smoother or has a differently shaped head.  Chill out Jake.

At this point I'm really just curious to see who's bigger.  My guess is that Henry is around, um, 6 inches or so, although pretty thick.  I could be wrong--It's not like I have anything to go on here.  Why do I care so much about seeing how big he is?  

"Yeah it was weird dude, he was naked and hard and everything, it was hard not to take a look.  I know what you mean though, when did you see his tool?" I ask, innocently, as though I'm not completely fascinated and curious.  He should answer me truthfully and in detail; after all I told him about walking in on Max, and I didn't tell anyone else about that.  "Fuck you man, you probably peeve on the kids in your grade in the locker room." I smirk, just giving him some shit back for the sake of it. 

I still don't get why he's standing up.  I can't do this.  What if he whips it out, what do I do? Do I look? I can't look, that's fucking gay.  Don't look down Jake.  Okay he's about to say something, look away.  I begin to shift my eyes away as Henry starts speaking.  "Yeah, yeah, little Jake probably should breathe fresh air soon too."  

Now what? Is he about to pull it out?  "Nothing at all." Instinctively I start to glance over and as soon as I see the outline of something hard protruding from Henry's crotch I avert my eyes. "DUDE!" I say, cracking up, "put that thing away!" I keep laughing as I toss a pillow in the general direction of Henry's bed, my eyes still facing the bathroom wall so I don't see him.  "Is it cool to look over now?" I didn't get to see his penis although I could tell it was hard.  So wait, what the hell does this mean? Is he okay with just, jerking? I can't do that.  And what if he's bigger than me.  No way, but that would be so embaressing.  Without looking over I ask, very matter-of-factly, "so, be honest with me dude, how big is yours?" I can barely smile to myself as I speak.