Will and I grew up on the same street. His house sat on the top of the hill, mine the bottom. We’d speed-wobble down the hill on our longboards and scooters, haul our wheels back up, then zip back down. Over and over. Late nights played out in his basement: pull-out couch, power cage, TV, gaming console, and a bathroom. In between video game rounds and bench press sets, we’d sit on our phones on the pull-out bed. We’d almost always eventually find ourselves scouring tabs of porn. Whoever found a good enough video first went into the bathroom to jerk their cock. I always made sure Will went first. Knowing what he was doing in there, and knowing only a flimsy bathroom door separated us, drove me insane in the best way. I’d lie perfectly still, hoping to catch even a mutter of a moan or the faintest slick stroke of his cock. When it was my turn to jerk off in the bathroom, I rarely watched porn. Instead, I relied on the image in my head: Will, just minutes earlier, standing in the same spot on the tile floor, staring into the same mirror, pumping lotion from the same bottle I held now. Another night on the pull-out, Will–all smirk and swagger–casually yanked his hard cock from his shorts and slapped it against his stomach like it was nothing. Zero fucks. It took everything in me not to lunge, stare, or let him see how badly I wanted it. I then whipped out my (obviously hard-as-fuck) dick from my pants. “Jesus fucking Christ, Theo. You’re fucking huge. What the fuck!” He was in disbelief. We even positioned them dicks side by side- mine towered over his. One day in P.E. class, Will, an upperclassman Zach, and I were sitting on the gymnasium floor. Will and Zach were buds. They’d roar around town in Zach’s Ford F-150. Zach was sexy as hell: blond, blue-eyed, lean, and cocky as fuck. Out of nowhere, Will turns to him and goes, “You know Theo has a huge cock?” Zach and I just kind of smiled. But god, how I loved that Will said it.
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