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Chapter 5: Boy Party

I woke up in his bed with a laptop open on my knees over the blanket, and no memory of putting it there. I was warm, wearing a pair of his gym shorts I'd grabbed off the floor in the dark. My shoulder was against the wall on the inside, same as always. Jimmy was sprawled across the foot of the bed on his stomach, still naked with his phone lying inches from his face, one leg hanging off the side. The towel and the sheet from the night before had been balled up and tossed into the laundry pile in the corner.

I shifted my weight to get my leg out from under me and my ass gave me a hot, deep reminder that something significant had happened back there. It was a mix of pain and weird pressure that hadn't fully cleared yet, low and dull, making me wonder if it was permanent.

"Ugh," I said.

"Yeah," Jimmy said, not looking up.

He got up a minute later to go to the mini fridge, and he took it in stages. He put one foot on the floor. He sat there. He stood carefully, and I watched his tight little butt tense up. He walked over with his knees not fully committing to the concept of straightening out his body, his big dick at half mast, tapping his thighs back and forth, his hairless balls jiggling like a lava lamp.

"You okay, grandpa?"

"I'm great," he said, into the fridge.

He came back with a Gatorade and lowered himself onto the bed one vertebra at a time. Then he picked his phone back up and started typing with both thumbs, and I read it upside down off his screen.

Jimmy: Sleepover tonight, my parents aren't back until tomorrow. Hot tub.

The responses came in quickly.

Danny: I'm in

Danny: What time

Spencer: Is there food

Jimmy: Any time. And sure.

Spencer: Then yes

My stomach flipped and I sat up straighter, which hurt.

"Dude."

"What."

"It'll be fun with the other guys."

He smiled. "Yeah."

"It's fun with just us too," I said.

"Sure, but we can't just do stuff like that by ourselves every weekend like a couple of weirdos. That's how you get weird."

I opened my mouth, suddenly offended by that, for some reason, and I wanted to argue, but I couldn't really think of the words.

"Yeah," I said.

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They got there around eight, and I heard Danny's voice in the entryway before I heard the door. By the time they came up the stairs, the master bathroom was loud with running water and the mirrors had fogged over solid, and Jimmy had the tub filling with the door wide open.

I was standing on the tile by the door in shorts and a t-shirt with a towel over my shoulder. Jimmy was on the far side by the temperature dial in nothing but boxers, one hand on the rim, testing the water with two fingers. Danny and Spencer stopped in the doorway, still fully dressed, Danny with a grocery bag hanging off his wrist.

"Are we going in naked?" Danny asked.

"I'm not getting naked around you," Spencer said immediately.

"Why me?"

"Because you're gonna stare at my massive cock."

"I don't stare at people!"

"You looked at me in the locker room."

"I looked at your HAIRCUT, dude, you got a bad haircut."

"I didn't even have a recent haircut," Spencer said.

"Well it was bad."

"No one is as hung as Jimmy anyway," I said when it was silent for a moment, immediately questioning why I even said anything.

When a guy calls his own dick huge, it's just accepted as shit talk, but when another guy says it, that carries weight. They looked at me.

"Really?"

"Yeah," I said, trying to seem nonchalant.

Jimmy didn't even look over. He was still fussing with the dial.

"We do the hot tub naked," he said casually.

There was a pause. Maybe a full second, and I stood there on the tile with my towel and my heartbeat slamming in my ears, and then Danny let out a big honking laugh and said "I bet you do," and Spencer said something about the two of us getting married, and Jimmy grinned at the wall, and Danny kept going, already unzipping his bag.

"If we all do it, it's not weird," Spencer said. 

"That's literally what I'm saying," Danny said, already pulling his shirt off. "Boxers in a hot tub is a middle school move."

"Fine. But nobody looks."

"Nobody wants to look at you, dude."

Danny stripped the fastest, which made sense since he was always a bit shameless. He played sports, and actually took them seriously, basically turning into a statue carved out of meat, with round shoulders, a chest with a stark line down the middle between two plump mounds of pec, and when his jeans came off his rounded glutes simply mogged us, and he didn't cover his thick dick sitting out in front of his two tree trunk thighs that were probably the size of my waist, a trimmed patch of dark hair above it. Spencer went slower, folding his shirt for some reason, and he's built the opposite, long and lanky and blonde, gold fuzz on his legs, a hard little six pack, and an average dick in a bush of lighter pubes that made me do a double take.

"Your pubes are like... lighter," I said. 

He covered them with one hand. "Yeah, I'm blonde."

"I'm kinda blonde too. My pubes are black," I said as I dropped my own pants. 

"I'm real blonde, you were just blonde as a kid. It's going away."

I shrugged. Danny didn't even chime in on the pubes conversation, his attention apparently elsewhere.

I dumped my own stuff on the counter, average and fit and somewhere in the middle of those two, and then everybody was standing bare on the tile except Jimmy. 

"Where's the massive cock, bro," Danny said.

Jimmy hooked his boxers down and stepped out of them, and Danny stopped moving.

"Bro."

"You were SERIOUS," Spencer said, staring straight at it.

Even soft it hung heavy off him, pale and fat over those smooth hairless balls, and Jimmy, the guy who announces his boners to strangers, actually cupped a hand over himself, suddenly shy in a way I found oddly adorable.

"Okay, stop," he said.

"There's no hiding that, dude. That's a third leg."

Jimmy grinned, dropped the hand, and wiggled his hips side to side so it swung and slapped against one thigh and then the other, and Danny literally cackled. He had to grab the doorframe while Spencer yelled something about calling the police about "that weapon".

The jets finally turned on, and everybody piled in. That bench runs all the way around the inside of the tub, and it's a big one, so we spread out at first. Spencer took the short end with both arms up on the rim. Danny sat across from Jimmy. I got in next to Jimmy on the long bench because that is where I sit. I left a little more space between us compared to when it was just us.

"Bubbles," Jimmy said, reaching for the bottle.

"We don't need bubbles," Spencer said.

"We need bubbles. Otherwise I can see your cock."

"You love it."

He poured in a stupid amount of the coconut stuff, way more than he ever used with just me, and the foam came up fast and kept coming, climbing over everybody's chests until the whole surface was one solid white lid sitting up around our collarbones, threatening to encroach on our faces.

"This water is so hot," Danny said. "Is this medically safe?"

"It's a hundred and four."

"It's a hundred and forty."

"Your body is a hundred," Jimmy said.

"Your dick a hundred. Pounds."

Danny had his shoulders and the top of his chest above the waterline, and the guy was built like a body builder. I found myself looking at him more than I had before, purely for informational purposes, I thought. Spencer's messy, blonde waves were getting moist. I'd been in that tub twice, and both of those nights ended with me adding several ounces of my jizz to the water, and now there were three other bodies in it and I couldn't see a single one of them below the neck. I put my hand under the foam and moved it around near my own knee and couldn't see anything at all, not even a shadow of it.

Jimmy and I looked at each other a bit. I could read his mind. He wanted to do the thing with the jets. I waited for him to take the lead, and he waited maybe two minutes before he called the boys to action.

"Okay," he said, and came up onto his knees on the bench. "Everybody needs to know about this."

"About what," Spencer said.

Jimmy pointed at the wall behind his own hip, hips angled at the nozzle. "The jets. Put your dick on it."

"Ouch," Spencer said.

"No, just try it."

"How much will you give me?"

"No, you'll wanna pay me after you try it."

Danny looked at the jet nearest him. "You really put your junk on it?"

"Just the head of your dick," Jimmy said, and he sat down onto his nozzle and blew a breath out through his nose.

"And the shaft," I added.

Danny slid down the bench without another word and scooted his hips forward against the jet on the short end, and about two seconds later a calm exhale came out of him, low, and surprised. It was the same noise I made the very first time, in that same hot tub.

"OH," Danny said. "Oh, that's... crazy."

"Told you."

"You guys are so gay," Spencer said.

"Cool," Jimmy said. "More jets for us."

Spencer held out for about thirty seconds then muttered something and moved down the bench, taking the jet next to Danny, who was slowly shifting his body left and right, looking down at the bubbles in front of him. They were close, their thighs probably touching under the water.

And then he said, with real feeling, "Oh damn."

"I'm sharing my girlfriend with you guys," Jimmy said.

"Oh you mean him?" Spencer said, gesturing toward me, making me chuckle.

I took the one on Jimmy's outer side and put myself on it, and my shoulder came up against his, and the room got somewhat silent, just a few guys breathing and jets rumbling. All four of us were locked in, with our hips pinned to the tile, a foot of white foam over everything, and nobody said a word. A foot bumped mine under the water.

Danny broke the silence.

"So Rachel is not talking to Trevor anymore," he announced, at conversational volume, hips still welded to the wall.

"Because of the thing at Kayla's?" Spencer said.

"Because of the thing at Kayla's," Jimmy said.

"He didn't do anything at Kayla's."

"He did a lot at Kayla's!"

"Oh wait, I'm cumming," Spencer said casually, and we all looked at him. He didn't move at first, then I watched his shoulders lurch slightly, as he hummed gently to himself, his eyes closed. His face turned red, and he suddenly looked around, saw us watching him, and looked sheepish. 

"I'm close too," Danny said.

"I already finished once," Jimmy said, making the guys chuckle, and Spencer seemed more at ease as he sat his butt back down onto the bench.

And the volume came right back up to normal, all three of them arguing across the foam about dramas at school, hands coming up out of the water to gesture, Spencer talking with his whole body, no one talking about the fact that we were all getting off together.

Jimmy answered Danny at full volume about something Trevor said and I noticed the foam had started breaking apart over our chests and re-forming, exposing even more of our bodies.