Being Not Gay with Jimmy 02 (Patreon)

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Chapter 2: Meat Beating

I looked down at him for a second, his thick, emasculating meat begging for attention.

He looked up at me.

His dick throbbed harder, an impatient rhythm that matched my heartbeat.

I reached for it with both hands. It was dense and warm and shocking. I just held it for a second, feeling the weight of it.

"You're such a grower," I said, mostly to myself.

"Yeah," he said, with anticipation in his voice.

Then I went for it. I started spanking it for him with my right hand, steadying myself on his hip with my left.

It took me a second to get the hang of stroking another dude, but I quickly realized that it was the same general anatomy as myself, so it came like riding a bike once I adjusted my grip. Jimmy put his hands up on the tile wall as I went from base to shaft, squeezing tightly the whole time. His curly hair got in the way of my view as he looked down at what I was doing to him.

“It feels so good,” he muttered.

“You like that?” I said quietly, not even sure if I was mimicking porn lines or genuinely asking.

He grunted, either in response or involuntarily, I wasn’t sure, but it was loud.

“Shut up, dude,” I said.

He leaned his head back, closing his eyes and started moaning even louder. I never stopped jerking him, but I was terrified someone would hear us. I instinctively shifted around to behind him, jerking him off roughly, trying to milk out his load as quickly as possible while I wrapped my other hand around his head and covered his mouth.

When some of his moans escaped anyway, I held him harder, pulling his smaller body off the wall and holding him tightly, one hand on his mouth, the other jerking his oversized rod, his beck held against my chest, while he made noises into my palm. 

Suddenly my dick was hard again, pressed firmly up against his ass. I whispered in his ear.

“Cum,” I said gently, “Cum now.”

He let out one more guttural moan into my hand as I felt him pulse, and I aimed his flesh tube at the wall, watching him paint it with as much force as I had.

When he stopped releasing, and his cock calmed down in my hand, I felt his body relax, and I lessened my grip. He almost fell over. I hadn’t realized I was actually holding him up with my grip on him.

When I stepped back under my running hot water, we stood there for a minute, just letting the showers rinse us. I kept my eyes on the tiles. My heart was going crazy in my chest and Jimmy seemed like he was just catching his breath.

Then he started laughing. Not at anything. Just laughing, loud, head back. I started too, and then we were both just standing there losing it, naked with each other in the empty shower room.

I lifted up my hand and he gave me a high five.

"Okay," I said.

"Yeah," he said.

We rinsed off, grabbed our towels, and covered ourselves up. It felt a little strange for his big weasel to disappear, like I missed seeing it already, but we walked back to the lockers without saying anything about it, which felt weirdly right.

It was a nice enough evening that we walked home instead of getting a ride. He lived about twelve minutes from the gym at a good pace, and we had done it plenty of times already at this point.

He was quieter than usual. Not weird, just like he was thinking. I didn’t need to fill the silence, on a strange high of my own.

We were almost to his street when he said, "My brother's the same way."

"What way."

"A grower. I thought something was wrong with me at first and asked him about it."

We both chuckled.

"What'd he say?"

"He just laughed and said the same thing happened to him, but he had to ask our Dad.” 

I cringed internally at the thought. “Lucky you had your brother.”

“Yeah,” he said, “He’s awesome. He taught me everything, really."

I looked at him as if to ask what he meant, but he looked back before I asked, and made the wanking gesture in the air.

I got a big smile on my face, and a tingle returning to my pants. “He taught you how to do that shit?”

He just nodded.

“Damn,” I sighed. “I had to figure that out on my own.”

"So your brother has a big one too?”

“Yeah.”

“Did he ever freak anyone out?" I said. "In a locker room or whatever."

Jimmy smiled. "I guess he did use it to win a bet once or twice with the water polo guys. I don’t really know the details."

“They’re so gay,” I said.

“I know,” he replied.

Jimmy scuffed his sneaker against the sidewalk. "He said it's better to be a grower than a shower. Girls aren't intimidated at first."

We nodded together like we had some frame of reference for that, which we did not, being virgins who had barely kissed anyone, but it seemed like the right move. We got to his block and slowed down, not quite ready to be done yet.

"You wanna come in for a bit," he said.

"Yeah," I said. "For a bit."

—[]—

His mom was already in bed. His dad was in the other room. We went down to the basement, his natural habitat, the same couch as always.

We put a Twitch streamer on. We were both on our phones.

About an hour in he said, without looking up, "You wanna watch something."

I knew what he meant. I don't know how exactly, but I did.  I felt my body respond pretty much immediately.

"Sure," I said as I shifted on the couch.

He pulled up a hardcore video on his laptop and set it between us on the couch cushion. I glanced over and Jimmy's shorts were showing his own agreement with mine.

“Are we basically jerkoff buddies now?”

He thought for a second. “We also work out together.”

“That’s twice today already.”

“I would’ve done it three times by now if I was alone, to be honest.”

The thought made me even more excited. I lifted up my ass to push my shorts and underwear down to my knees in a quick push. Jimmy followed suit, and soon we were wanking while we watched the laptop.

Without saying anything, he picked it up suddenly and set it on the coffee table. I saw a flash of his ass when he did so, and when he sat back on the couch, he was closer to me. I felt a bit of a tingle in my body, flashing back to closeness of the shower, and when he relaxed, his leg pressed against mine, our bare thighs creating a wall of skin connecting us. 

When he started stroking again, the whole cushion was shaking. I felt it rock through my body, almost like he was driving things, even with his smaller frame.

I was just getting back into it when he reached over to my crotch without looking. I let go of myself automatically, and the sensation was amazing, even better than the shower. Here on the couch, we were comfortable and chilling, sitting back. I reached over for him, and we started wanking each other.

“You’re so big,” I said, even though it didn’t need to be stated again.

He just grunted, closing his eyes, lost in the sensation. When I felt his body tense up, I stopped stroking him. 

I heard something like a whine come out of his throat, along with a strained exhale. I knew he wanted to cum, but I was having fun with it.

He kept wanking me, but when I said, “I’m close,” he stopped as well. I saw the faintest hint of a smirk appear on his face.

For another minute or so, we edged each other’s dicks, not letting each other cum, until apparently I pushed him too far.

“Let me cum,” he said, his body starting to writhe under my touch, his voice strained like he was out of breath. “Please.”

I got so turned on watching him react like that, it drove me into pleasing mode. I don’t know what came over me, but I wanted him to have a good experience. 

I leaned over, and popped the big, pink, kiwi-sized head of his cock into my mouth, sticking out my tongue to lick underneath it. His body lurched forward and I had to hold him down with one hand while I jerked his thick shaft as hard as I could with the other.

He pulsed in my mouth in seconds, and I felt the first rope hit the back of my throat. I almost coughed, but held it back. The flavor hit me next, while I held still on his pole and let him empty into me. I swallowed what I could, but it leaked out down his shaft, mixed with my spit.

I reached for myself and stroked, too worked up to go without any longer.

I came onto the floor while I sucked the last drop out of him.

When I sat back and looked up at him, he leaned back and sighed like the most satisfied guy in the world.

“Wow,” he said, giggling a little. 

He pulled up his shorts again, barely wiping himself off at all.

He got us both a Gatorade from the mini fridge. We put the streamer back on and watched for another hour, acting like nothing had changed, but I wasn’t sure yet.

"You should just crash," he said, not really looking up from his phone.

Something loosened in my chest that I hadn't realized was tight. "Yeah?"

"Couch is right here."

"Yeah, alright."

I texted my mom that I was staying over. Jimmy threw me a blanket and brushed his teeth and came back and settled on his end of the couch without any ceremony, phone in hand, and within twenty minutes he was asleep. I lay there in the dark for a bit, listening to him breathe, thinking about nothing in particular.

It wasn't weird between us. That was the thing. After sucking his dick, I had half expected some kind of atmosphere, some new awkwardness sitting in the room with us, but there was nothing. Just Jimmy asleep at the other end of the couch, same as a hundred other nights. I fell asleep feeling genuinely good about that.

—[]—

I woke up warm.

That was the first thing I registered. Just warmth, and weight, and the particular stillness of Jimmy’s basement in the morning. Then I became aware that Jimmy had migrated in the night and was pressed against my back, one arm loose across my ribs, his face somewhere near my shoulder, completely asleep.

The second thing I registered was his morning wood, which was significant and pressed right against my hip and ass.

I lay very still.

It was warm and quiet and honestly not bad, in a purely physical sense.

Jimmy shifted slightly in his sleep and pressed closer, and I stared at the ceiling and thought about baseball statistics until his mom started moving around upstairs and gave me a reason to carefully extract myself, which I did, and went and found the bathroom, and that was that.

He was still asleep when I came back. I sat on the far end of the couch and got on my phone and waited for him to wake up, which he did about twenty minutes later, squinting and confused like he always was when he woke up.

"Morning," he said.

"Morning," I said.

He scratched his stomach and looked at the ceiling and yawned enormously, and then his mom called down that there was breakfast if we wanted it, and we went upstairs, and everything was completely normal.