Being Not Gay with Jimmy (Patreon)

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Jimmy and I had been best friends since middle school. Even though we were the same age, he looked like he was my little brother. He had a baby face, and was a few inches shorter than me. Combine that with me having a decently athletic body, with swimmer’s shoulders and wrestler’s pecs and legs, compared to his undeveloped frame, and it gave the illusion that I had a couple years on him.

Being close for a long time meant I had seen him in various states of undress more times than I could count and never thought anything of it. Locker rooms, sleepovers, that one time at the lake where he lost his shorts to a wave and just shrugged and walked up the beach anyway. He was just completely unbothered by his body. I have to admit, while I naturally tried to avoid looking at a dude’s dick when he was naked around me, I did sneak a peak a few times. It just seemed natural that, being best friends, I would see it eventually. Plus, I wanted to know where I stood. From what I saw of his soft dick, I felt like we were always about the same size, which was a comfort of sorts.

There had been one time, when just the two of us were hanging out in his room, when we started talking about girls we thought were hot, and what we would do with them. We were giggling like the two virgins we were, and of course we talked about how hard we had become. We were both holding pillows over our crotches to avoid undue exposition.

“Dude, I’m so hard right now,” I said, gesturing to my crotch,

“Me too,” he said with a big smile, like we were sharing a naughty secret. “I need to jerk off.”

I just giggled, feeling my face turn red, thinking we were about to cross a line we never had before. 

Then he pulled off the pillow.

The tent in his shorts was cartoonishly large. I didn’t think it could possibly be his dick.

“What did you put in your shorts?” I said, giggling so hard I almost couldn't say it.

He didn’t say anything. He just kept smiling.

“How are you making your shorts do that??” I said again, insistently.

Still, he didn’t respond. I felt heat rush through my body, thinking for a moment that it might be possible that the pringles can in his shorts was actually his dick. More than jealousy, I actually felt a rush, like it was exciting for some reason, to see such a symbol of manliness. 

He covered his crotch up again, and switched the TV to something on YouTube, and I felt like I came to my senses. I brushed the thought away. That definitely wasn’t his dick, I’ve seen it before, it’s not the size of a Celsius can. 

When we eventually got up, our boners had subsided. Or else he had taken the thing out of his shorts. I headed out thinking about anything else besides his dick.

—[]— 

Then one day last Summer, he started coming to the gym with me.

He wanted to start working out. And apparently it was because of me. I had been playing sports since I was a kid and it showed at this point. I wasn't huge, but I was built. Jimmy had watched this happen to me over the years, harboring some envy and apparently decided it was time to do something about it.

So, he just showed up at my door without even texting me first. He had a protein shake in a brand new shaker bottle and asked if I would take him to the gym.

We started going together every couple days, which meant we started showering together as well. That was not necessarily a weird thing. It was an open shower since our gym was at an old place at the edge of town, and while he would just take whatever shower was open, I was a little more shy and always chose one where I could face away from him. I would shower quickly, then put on my towel and meet him back at the lockers.

The first time I found out about how big his dick actually was, we were at a sleepover at his place after a particularly long workout. It was just the two of us in his basement, and his mom had made us a ton of her classic family favorites, so we were stuffed with food. His family was asleep, and it was late. We were done gaming and had put on some Twitch streamer we both liked, but we were both on our phones, and the lights were off. 

I heard him shift on his side of the couch, and I looked over out of pure reflex and what I saw surprised me. In the dim light, it looked like he was holding a bottle on his crotch while looking at his phone, like a water bottle or something. It took me a few seconds to realize it was his dick.

My eyes shot open. “Are you jerking off?”

“Yeah,” he said, half of a shy grin on his face while he kept his eyes on his phone.

“Do you want me to give you some space?” I said as I started to get up.

“No,” he said quickly. “You’re good. This’ll take two minutes.”

I wanted to chuckle, but I couldn’t. My mouth went dry as I stared. As I quietly tucked my boner between my thighs, trying to hide my body’s weird response to this, the words came out of my mouth before I even realized it.

“So it really was your dick,” I said, almost under breath.

“Huh?” he said, still beating his meat right in front of me while skipping ahead in some porn video.

“That time you showed me your boner.”

“Oh yeah,” he said, not really caring about what I said, “Yeah…”

A minute later, he was amping up his technique, clearly getting ready to cum.

“You, uh…” I started to say. But he wasn’t listening to me, and I stopped talking. I couldn’t stop staring at the mesmerizing tube of meat he was polishing right in front of me. It was shocking and surreal. 

He suddenly dropped his phone, lifting up his shirt and aiming his dick toward his chest. He exhaled strongly and I watched as his watery, white squirts streaked his stomach, some of it even landing on his shirt. 

I started laughing, he started laughing too. 

“You did that right in front of me,” I said.

“I thought, ‘fuck it,’ you won’t care.”

“I mean, yeah, I guess,” I said.

He just shrugged, wiped himself up and stuffed his sausage back into his shorts, rolling over on his side of the couch like he was going to sleep. I stayed sitting up for a while, scrolling social media but not even registering what I was looking at. I just kept thinking about his giant dick. 

Jimmy, who had a baby face and couldn't talk to girls and lost his shorts at the lake and just shrugged, had been walking around with that big baseball bat between his legs. It didn't make sense as a feature of the same person.

I wasn't exactly weirded out. I was just bizarrely aware of it, like his cock was stuck in my brain.

—[]—

The next day at the gym he asked why I was being weird.

"I'm not being weird," I said.

"You've been weird all day."

I picked up the bar. "Your giant cock is freaking me out a little. How is it so big? I’ve seen it before. I thought it was just like mine."

“I’m a grower,” he said with a shrug. “I already knew that. Same with my brother.”

“I’m fucking jealous,” I said with a half laugh, half sigh.

He laughed. "Now you know how it feels then," he said. "You're Mr. Muscles and you get all the girls’ attention. I’ve always been jealous of you."

"Well I’m still a virgin too. But wait til they see that thing." I gestured to his crotch.

"I'd have to learn to talk to a girl first."

"Yeah," I said. "That's the hard part."

He rolled his eyes and threw the next set of weights on the bar. He sat on the bench, and his shorts shifted when he moved, and I pointed at it without thinking. 

"Doesn’t it feel heavy all the time?"

He chuckled again. “No,” he said, lifting up his shorts quickly to flash his bare dick before covering it up again, right there on the gym floor. My eyes went wide and I looked around with the guiltiest smile on my face.

“Dude, you’ve gotten crazy.”

He just shrugged. “See? I’m a grower.”

“Still though…”

He looked at me with narrow eyes, like he was suspicious of me about something.

“What?” I said.

“Nothing,” he replied as he leaned back to do his set.

—[]—

The shower situation started normally.

I always took the heads on opposite ends from him, faced the wall, talked minimally. 

But this time, he switched to the shower next to mine. There were others open. He just posted his naked body there next to me and turned on the water. He started talking about something, but it was hard to pay attention, and I faced my wall and talked back.

But I got hard.

Not immediately. It built up, which was almost worse. I became aware of it gradually, like a problem developing, and by the time I was sure of it there was nothing I could do. I stayed facing the wall away from him, and hoped it would just resolve itself.

It didn't.

Jimmy glanced over for some reason, I don't even remember why, making a point about something, and stopped mid-sentence.

"Bro."

"I know."

"What is that about?"

"I don't know, don’t look at me."

He reached over quickly and poked my dick, making it jump. He lost it completely, bent over laughing, and I was laughing too even though I was also genuinely mortified, and the combination of those two things is hard to explain except that it was very specifically the kind of thing that could only happen with someone I was that comfortable with, someone I had been friends with since middle school. He poked it again and I tried to turn away, but he just kept reaching around and finding my dick somehow.

I looked around carefully to make sure we were alone in the showers, and decided that since the cat was out of the bag, I might as well not hide my boner anymore.

"It's your fault," I said while I turned to face him.

“You were hard already,” he said back with a devious smile.

“You made it worse.”

Having lost my sense of shame, I just looked at him for a long second, like I was giving up on trying to avoid his mischief.

He reached out his hand, this time reaching for me slowly, and I felt myself throb in anticipation, when a random dude our age walked into the showers. Fully naked, baring all. I adjusted my body to hide my boner. 

Luckily, he didn’t glance at us, heading straight for Jimmy’s original shower on the opposite side from us and turning it on. I turned off my faucet and grabbed my towel really quickly. Jimmy chuckled at my situation and followed suit, heading back to the lockers with me, and everything was back to normal.

—[]—

It wasn't gay. It was just two guys in a shower at the gym, totally normal.

The thing was, my boners kept happening.

Every time, after a workout, the same situation. I started to think it was just what my body did after the gym now, like a new reflex I had developed, nothing to do with anything specific, and definitely unrelated to Jimmy showering right next to me every time now. 

He had started being able to predict my boners, like it was a little game for him. He would see it even before I did, and every time, I’d feel a poke from his finger before I even looked down. I’d look around nervously to see if we were alone.

"Fuck," I'd say.

And he'd poke it, and it would spring up in the air, and we'd laugh about it. Over time he got more boisterous, even fully grabbing it at times, trying to make me squirm. It was like a game between us. I would try to endure his prodding without reacting, and he wouldn’t give up until I basically gave up, turning off my faucet and grabbing my towel.

Then one time, I had an especially raging red throbber jutting out from my hips. It was so hard it was almost aching. And, of course, Jimmy noticed it.

This time, he went straight for the bullseye, grabbing my dick mid-shaft. In a totally not gay way, it sent a jolt up my spine, purely due to the firm contact. 

“Fuck,” I said, but in a different way than normal, like I was out of breath already.

He seemed surprised at my reaction, and the fact that I didn’t pull away immediately. He did his next escalation technique, and started stroking me, base to tip with a firm grip. 

I looked around nervously, holding my breath. When I looked back at him, I saw it.

He was getting hard, his large cock growing in quick, red pulses as he stared at my dick, stroking me.

“You’re…” I said, “You’re gonna.”

And I squirted, before I even realized that I was going to.

His eyes went wide, and he held my dick at the base, aiming it at the wall. I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. I watched in disbelief as it splattered the tile wall and ran down in long strings.

I almost passed out before I finally took a breath.

I stepped back, subconsciously aiming my crotch at the stream of water, trying to rinse off the cum and make it go away before anyone saw us. 

We were quiet for a minute as we rinsed off, but his giant cock was in my periphery, and my heart was pounding, trying to reconcile what just happened with being straight. 

“That…” I said, swallowing through a dry mouth. “I think that counts as my first handjob.”

I thought he would laugh, but he just turned his head toward me, looking up. His big dick throbbed in the air.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said quietly, “I’ve still… never had one.”

We both looked down at the same time, and his heavy meat throbbed once, like it was acknowledging us looking at it.