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My Friend Showed Me How Big It Gets

Chapter 5: Naked Bodies

A few minutes later, Finn and I were alone in the upstairs hallway, both of us pretending to be in line for the bathroom, standing close together as he pushed me back gently against the wall. He talked about Danny's brother's truck, for some reason. He put his hand on the back of my neck and left it there while he kept talking about the shoddy features of it, his thumb rubbing slow circles into the top of my spine, and I stood there with my heart racing and said "uh-huh" a couple times.

Wes came up the stairs and we didn't jump apart. Finn kept his hand there another second and then dropped it and said "sup" to Wes, and Wes said "sup" back and went into the bathroom. Another group of people passed by, and Finn and I got slightly pulled apart again.

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By two-something the party had shrunk to only the most serious party people, and those who just hadn't decided who they were going to hook up with yet, plus me and Finn. Wes's parents had a hot tub on the back deck, which was probably the better reason to stay that late, and Finn and I got in, wearing our underwear, with David from my English class and a guy I didn't know.

David had stopped asking me to hang out. And I felt a little strange while stepping into the hot water, not saying anything about blowing him off so many times. I did notice he didn't really look me in the eye at first, though.

The girls seemed to be somewhat desperate for some male attention, circling the deck with intent. Gracie asked Finn twice more if he wanted to go somewhere with her. Everyone within earshot cringed a little bit, including me. A friend of hers asked me, which was new, and I said I was good, and she said "suit yourself" and went inside.

Under the water, Finn's foot touched my calf. I felt like the specialest boy in the world. The proximity of him turning down girls, and giving me all the attention I wanted, was breathing life into some ego I never even realized I had been neglecting.

His foot stayed there for a minute as we talked with the other guys in the hot tub. Then it slid down and hooked around my ankle, and I pushed back, and we did a slow footsy thing for about a minute with two other guys three feet away, talking about video games.

I got braver as I worked my foot up his thigh under the water, and he leaned his head back against the edge and looked at the sky and said nothing at all, and I pressed the sole of my foot right onto the meat between his legs, and he was already thick under there. I rubbed at it slowly with the arch of my foot, and he swallowed and rolled his shoulders and kept talking to David about the video game in a voice that was maybe half a step higher than usual. He got fully hard against my foot with a full conversation happening over the top of it. And I was hard too, sitting there with the jets going around us.

Then a girl leaned over the deck rail and said, "David. Can we talk."

"Yeah," David said, "one sec." And he stood up out of the water, and the front of his swim shorts was pitching a full tent, straight out, unmistakable, and the guy I didn't know said "JESUS, dude" and Finn and I both completely lost it, laughing at him. David looked down at himself and just said "well, yeah" as he reached in to adjust himself, not really hiding it, and he climbed out and walked into the house like that. The girl didn't seem to mind as she bounced in behind him. The other guy in the tub with us left a minute later.

It was almost just the two of us, but Danny came out with a beer and got in just as we started to settle into being alone together.

He sat right between Finn and me, sighing, spreading both arms along the edge.

"Boys," he said.

I moved my foot off Finn. Danny talked for a while about the night as Finn and I made eyes at each other over the steam, and then Danny leaned his head back and said, "Oh, by the way, that girl. Gracie. We hooked up in the laundry room."

"Cool," Finn said.

"Thanks for turning her down, dude, seriously. I love a desperate sloppy seconds. She sucks like a Hoover vacuum."

I chuckled as I looked at the water.

"Hot," I said.

He splashed a little water at Finn. "Speaking of. You still never showed anybody your cock. What kind of monster are you hiding down there?"

"Nope."

"There's nobody here, man. It's just us."

"Not doing it," Finn said flatly, not even annoyed about it.

"Pussy."

Finn shrugged with his arms up on the deck, and his knee bumped my knee under the water, and stayed there.

I sat in that hot water with Danny between us going on about the truck again, and I don't think I've ever felt more smug in my life.

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Gracie came out onto the deck a while later and started telling Finn about a party next weekend at somebody's lake place, standing over him at the edge of the tub with her arms crossed against the cold. I pictured her on her knees between Danny's legs, wondering how she could work up the motivation to do that to someone as annoying as him.

Finn stood up in the water. He reached over Danny and tapped the back of his hand against my chest, twice, knuckles on my sternum.

"You wanna head out?" he said.

"Yeah."

We got out and grabbed our clothes off the deck chairs, and I saw Danny trying to look for Finn's bulge outline as we stepped out.

"Sneak peek," I said to him.

"I'm probably bigger," he said.

"I doubt that," Gracie said absently as we left through the side gate. Behind us Danny's voice picked it right up, telling her the jacuzzi was still warm, asking if she wanted to get in, and Finn chuckled lightly and didn't turn around.

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Finn's house was a few minutes away from where we were, and we didn't talk much on the walk. His parents were asleep when we got in, and we left the lights off as we went up the stairs like burglars.

We were both still wet, and we were cold from the walk. There was something about the atmosphere, of just being out of a hot tub, being in a dark room, with moonlight shining in through his window, illuminating his back in an ethereal glow. I felt warm and fuzzy inside. He dropped his wet shorts and briefs, casually exposing himself to me yet again, and he stood there naked toweling his hair with his back to me, and I got my own wet stuff off, and then I didn't put anything on.

I walked over to him.

He turned around when I got close, and he looked down at me, and I put both my hands flat on his chest and pushed up against him, my stomach against his stomach, my dick pressed against his thigh, and I went up on my toes and kissed him.

He came down to meet me. His hand came up to my jaw the same as it had at the party, but there was no room of teens screaming at us this time, no "dare". His mouth opened over mine and his tongue pushed in, and I made a noise into his mouth. His other arm came around my back and hauled me in tight against him, my heels off the floor entirely for a second, and his manhood hardened against my stomach in real time, filling out and pushing up between us, with nothing in the way.

I got my hand down and around it. I couldn't close my fingers on it, not even close, but I stroked it against my own belly and he broke off the kiss and moaned into the top of my head as his hips pushed forward involuntarily into my fist.

"Bed," I said.

We went down onto his soft bed and started kissing again as we touched each other all over, pressing ourselves firmly into each other's bodies. He grabbed at my firm stalk too, getting a hand around me as he worked it up and down a few times, and I took that for about thirty seconds and then I pushed his wrist off and slid down his body, kissing down his defined chest and abs, feeling the ridges of his tight, muscular body with my fingers.

I put my mouth on his stomach, the trail of hair under his navel, the flat vein over his hip, the crease where his thigh met his body, all of it damp and smelling like chlorine and his own natural scent mixed together. He put a hand in my hair, resting there.

Then I went down and licked his shaft from the base to the tip, just exploring it, being naughty, letting all the built up romantic feelings come to the surface in the hormonal language my young brain could express. His whole body jumped.

I did my best as I pushed his meat past my lips. It was too big for my mouth by an enormous margin and I got maybe a third of it in before my jaw was past the point of comfort and my eyes were watering, and I gagged twice in quick succession, and had to come off it.

"You okay?" he whispered, "You don't have to..."

"Shut up," I said, making him chuckle. 

I spit on it and used my hand on the bottom half as I put my mouth back on the top few inches, slobbering all over it, doing what I could as I made out with it. It felt as good as making out with him, maybe even better. I wasn't even touching myself and it was the most stimulating sexual experience of my life. I got it wet and shining in the moon light, my chin soaked, working my fist in a twist while I sucked the head. His stomach kept pulling tight in waves as he ran his fingers through my hair, fighting off gentle, deep little moans. I hummed around him in periodic groans and he twitched hard against my tongue, giving me tasty drops of salt every few seconds, in increasing frequency.

"Slow down, dude," he said. And I looked up at him as I pressed down further onto him, holding still and watching his reaction as he throbbed firmly in my mouth.

I got a hand under him, under his balls, and kept going back, and he lifted his knee, exposing his ass to me and I found the spot I already knew from the massage. I rubbed circles on it, wet with my own spit while I sucked him, the same little circles as before, but wetter, and with his dick in my mouth, and his back arched off the mattress.

"Oh," he said. "Oh, okay. Do you want me to cum?"

I didn't even answer. He knew what I wanted. 

I pushed my finger into him, slowly up to the first knuckle, and his hole clenched around it like a small vice trying to pinch my finger off, the meat of him holding me tightly. His breathing broke into quick, ragged pieces. 

He grabbed my head and started fucking up into my mouth in tiny movements, half an inch at a time, and I took it, his butt cheeks pressing in on my hand with each movement. I pushed my finger deeper and turned it, and he made this high-pitched noise into his forearm that I'd only heard once before, on the couch, with the massager. 

"I'm close," he said. "Like, actually."

He took his hand from my head, but I grabbed it and put it back on.

He pushed my head onto his cock harder and I doubled down on it. Fist twisting on the shaft, lips locked on the head, finger working inside him, and his thighs clamped against my shoulders and his whole abdomen seized up as he pulsed, and then flooded my mouth. It kept coming. It was way too much and I swallowed what I could and let the rest run out over my lip and down his shaft and my fist while he pulsed, his hips lifting off the bed each time, that same enormous volume as the couch except now it was in my mouth.

He came down slowly. His hand slid out of my hair and dropped onto my shoulder.

I sat up and wiped my chin with the back of my wrist, and he looked at me with his chest heaving, and he laughed once, quietly.

"That was really good," he said.

He'd gotten a hand on me again at some point without me even noticing, and he was gently holding my dick, thumbing at the head where it was already wet, not really jerking it, playing with it while he lay there getting his breath back. My hips kept twitching into his fist.

Then he propped himself up on an elbow and bent down and took me into his mouth, giving me shivers as I watched his muscular back and butt lie on the bed, his messy, damp hair moving rhythmically over my crotch while he pleasured me.

He was slow with it, careful, one hand at the base, and it was warm and soft and I was still high from doing what I had done with him, which weirdly overshadowed the pleasure I would expect from my first blowjob. I got maybe a minute into his mouth on me before my whole spine turned into liquid.

Then he pulled off, and rested his chin on my hip, and looked up at me.

"Do you want to have sex?" he said.