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Chapter 7: Dick Time

Jimmy reached into the box for another slice and didn't even look up.

"You should see what else we get up to."

Spencer put his plate down on the carpet.

"What does that mean," he said. "What does that mean, dude."

"Nothing."

"Bullshit."

Danny was stretched out along the long couch with his plate balanced on his thigh, one knee up, his dick and balls hanging down, and apparently no thought in his head about it. He waved a crust in the air.

"Can we go back to the air fryer discussion," he said.

"Nobody cares," Spencer said.

"I care."

I sat on the loveseat and worked on my third slice of pizza and said nothing. Every time I shifted my weight, something back there tugged at me from the inside, waking up when I moved and quieting down when I held still. I could basically still feel what had been inside me, Jimmy's presence. It came and went randomly, like it was talking to me from the inside.

Spencer turned his head toward me from the floor, cross-legged with his back against the armchair, his blonde waves drying in a messy explosion in every direction.

"You know what he means?" he said.

I shrugged and ate my pizza.

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Midnight came and went, and we were still naked in the living room, with a couple blankets half covering us, enjoying the warm air and the new normal. Our greasy plates were stacked on the coffee table, the TV was off, and the whole downstairs was orange and dim.

Jimmy hauled himself up, took a lap to the kitchen for a Gatorade, and flopped backward onto the long couch next to Danny, legs falling open, one arm up on the back cushion.

"My balls have reloaded," he announced. "I could go again."

Danny turned his head slowly. "That would be... five?"

"Four."

"That's still a lot, bro."

"It's a curse."

"I'm in," I said.

All three of them looked over at me, and Jimmy's mouth twitched at one corner.

"I mean..." Jimmy said. He was already half hard, thickening up across his thigh, and he picked himself up with one hand and let go, and it dropped and slapped against his leg, heavy.

"Don't do that," Spencer said.

"Why."

"It's demoralizing."

Danny leaned forward, took the last crust off the plate, and shrugged with his whole upper body.

"We've already seen each other's dicks I guess," he said, and bit into it. "A lot," he added with his mouth full.

Spencer was still on the floor, below both of them, and he tipped his head back against the armchair and looked over at me upside down.

"Okay but I still wanna know," he said. "What ELSE do you get up to."

"Dude."

"You guys have been weird for like a month."

I sat there on the loveseat with my hands on my knees and everybody turned toward me, Danny and Jimmy hip to hip on the long couch, Spencer on the floor between us.

Jimmy looked at me, and I stood up.

"I'll just show you guys," I said.

I walked out of the living room naked with three sets of eyes on my ass.

Their downstairs bathroom is the one Jimmy's mom keeps stocked. I crouched and opened the cabinet under the sink and dug past the spare hand soaps and found a bottle of baby oil standing in the back corner, half full. I straightened up with it and caught myself in the mirror, naked, hair still damp and sticking up, holding a bottle of my best friend's mom's baby oil.

I turned off the light and walked back.

Nobody had said a word while I was gone, and the TV was still off.

I set the bottle down on the coffee table with a knock, and Spencer looked at it and then at me, and I climbed up onto the long couch on my hands and knees, forearms down on the armrest, and pointed my ass out into the room.

Nobody made a sound.

Danny moved off the couch into the armchair to give me space. He sat forward with his elbows on his knees.

"No way," he said. "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah," I said, into my forearm. "But it's awesome."

Jimmy got up, picked the oil off the table, and popped the cap.

Spencer scrambled for the remote and put porn on the TV, some loud tab that came up already playing, and cranked the volume until a woman's voice filled the whole downstairs.

But all around me, there was nothing but dick.

Jimmy got up behind me on his knees, one hand flat on my lower back, his typical starting stance. I heard the oil run and heard that wet fist sound as he lubed his dick. I felt the eyes of Spencer and Danny burning a hole through me. Jimmy's palm spread baby oil in my ass, two fingers circling and then pushing straight in. I was already open from the night before, and the subtle soreness I had felt all day was suddenly gone. He worked me for a moment, took his fingers out, and set the head of himself against me.

I dropped my head just as he pushed forward, and my whole body flinched forward up the armrest. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back, being even more assertive than normal. I guess things were different when a group was here. I bit down on my forearm. The stretch of him never gets smaller. That first inch burned the same as it did before. He fed it in slowly, an inch and then a pause and then more, and the oil made a mess of both of us, running down my thighs and dripping onto the cushion, and I breathed out between my teeth until the burn rolled over into heavy fullness that spread up into my stomach.

"Okay," I said.

He started stroking into me properly, and the couch creaked, and my dick hung down untouched underneath me, dripping a clear string onto the cushion between my knees. I hadn't touched it and it was drooling like a faucet.

I turned my head sideways on my arm and opened one eye. Danny was leaning so far forward in that armchair he was practically off it, mouth open, one fist slowly stroking his steely hard dick. I looked down at his bush of black pubes already catching a string of his own pre-cum. On the floor, Spencer had his knees up and his hand moving around his balls, making his boner move slowly up and down, staring straight at where Jimmy was pushing into me. The porn played to nobody at all behind their heads.

Jimmy hit a deeper stroke and my elbow slipped off the armrest.

"Oh my God," Danny muttered under his breath, to no one, standing up out of the chair.

"I want to try," he said.

Jimmy stopped moving inside me, hands on my hips.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He pulled out of me and I hissed into my arm and clenched down on nothing, and the cool air of the room hit me wet and open. I got my elbow under myself and looked back over my shoulder at Danny standing there with his dick sticking straight out of that body.

"Come on," I said. "It's fine, I'm ready."

"No," Danny said. "I'll try what he did."

And he nodded at me.

Nobody moved. Spencer's hand stopped on the floor. The porn kept blaring.

"Uh," Spencer said. "Cool."

Jimmy sat back on his heels behind me with his hand still on the oil bottle.

"Are you serious."

"Yeah."

Danny came over to the long couch and lay down on his back next to me, head up on the arm at the far end, and I rolled off my knees and stretched out on my own back beside him, the two of us shoulder to shoulder facing the ceiling with our knees coming up. His arm was hot against mine. He was breathing through his mouth.

"Don't grab my hand, bro," he said.

I looked him in the eye, and his hand gripped mine, hard, until our knuckles locked down over each other's.

Jimmy knelt between Danny's legs and poured oil into his palm, and his hand shook on the bottle, the same as the first time he greased up to push into me. Danny's hand squeezed harder when Jimmy started to rub his hole with his fingers. One digit circling first, then pressing in, and Danny's breath hissed out of his nose beside my ear. 

All eyes were on Danny as his jaw tightened and released, the muscle jumping under his cheek, and his grip crushed down on my hand with every push and loosened again in the gaps. Jimmy added more oil twice, watching Danny's face the whole time, and he only slid a second finger in when the clamp of Danny's body finally gave and opened around him. My dick stayed hard against my stomach just from listening.

"Okay," Danny said. "Okay, do it."

Jimmy pressed in, and I felt it come up through Danny's arm before I heard it out of his mouth. His grip clamped down on my forearm so hard his nails dug in, and his whole body stiffened beside me, and a long, low groan rolled out of him.

I squeezed back. I dug my own fingers into his forearm and we lay there gripping each other while Jimmy worked past his ring, both of us staring at the ceiling.

"Breathe out," I said.

He breathed out.

"Slow," I said to Jimmy.

"I'm going slow."

His grip loosened by degrees and then locked again on the next push, and his heel came up off the couch and planted.

And while all that was happening, Spencer stood up off the floor without a word. He climbed onto the couch at my end, knelt between my legs, put his hands under my knees and lifted them. He held his breath as he slid into me where Jimmy had just been, all the way in one long push, because I was already wide open and slick with oil and everything else. It still hurt, like a new kind of pang. 

He saw it in my face, and paused for a second, but he didn't say anything.

I looked down to where his dick disappeared into me, as his virgin hips started working, finding a rhythm, and my head pressed back into the cushion. I kept my hand clamped on Danny's forearm and his stayed clamped on mine, the two of us side by side on that couch taking it from two different guys, still gripping each other.

Jimmy was right there next to Spencer, up on his knees, buried in Danny, both hands spread on the tops of Danny's thighs, hairier than mine. His head was tipped back and his mouth was hanging loose, and his stomach flexed on every stroke.

That was my best friend's dick. I knew exactly what he felt like at that depth, and what sound he made right before he lost it, and Danny was finding all of it out for the first time an arm's length away from me with my hand on his arm.

Spencer kept stroking into me and I kept my eyes on Jimmy's hands on Danny's thighs, and I could not look away from them, and my dick was as hard as it had ever been.

Then Jimmy, without breaking his rhythm and without looking over, reached one arm out sideways and closed his hand around my ankle, squeezing it once, his fingers staying wrapped around the bone with his thumb moving on the inside of it.

Spencer kept going above me humping into me faster and faster, finding the position that he liked the most. I watched his eyes turn glassy as he became the humping, zombie boy that we all become sometimes. The woman on the TV was still moaning at an empty room, and I lay there on my back with Danny's forearm locked in one hand and Jimmy's hand around my ankle, and I had stopped caring who was biggest.