Gay Chicken Gone Wrong Chapter 1 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

My sneakers squeak on the freshly polished basketball court with every step and twist I make as I try to keep the ball away from Kevin. He’s been absolutely brutal in our one-vs-one practice today, stealing the ball away every time I slip up. Like now, when he gets it away from me and tears down the court, dribbling the ball with smooth, practiced control until he jumps up to make a layup, scoring the last point of the night. 

I glare at the ball as it rolls away, like somehow it’s the reason I’ve been sucking more than usual lately. 

“Don’t sweat it, bro. Shit happens.” Kevin grins at me from where he’s bent over with his hands on his knees, jet black hair plastered to his forehead. His emerald green eyes sparkle even after the grueling workout we just had. 

When I don’t respond, Kevin saunters over to me. Sweat shimmers on his bare chest, making his sun-kissed skin and abs look like something you’d find on a model’s Instagram page. It’s just one more thing to add to the list of things Kevin is better at than me. 

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t look like Shrek or anything. We both have similar builds, but where he has a six-pack, mine is barely four. And sure, I’ve dated my fair share of girls over the years, but no one is more smooth or suave with the ladies than Kevin is. 

“Dude, Chris.” He grabs my shoulder and squeezes it, massaging his fingers into my knots the way he knows I like it. “You gotta stop overthinking it. That’s why you keep missing shots or losing the ball.” 

He’s right. I know he’s right, but the pride in me doesn’t want to admit it—can’t admit it. So instead I just mutter, “Whatever, bro. It’s not like you’re some basketball god or something. There are plenty of things that I’m better at than you.” 

Kevin arches a brow and gives me an amused look. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Chris. If that’s what helps you sleep at night.” He’s grinning now, so I know he’s joking, but even after seven years of friendship, it still rubs me the wrong way sometimes. 

You won’t find two more competitive people than us. All throughout high school, people called us double trouble because of all the rules—and sometimes objects—we’d break by getting into pissing matches with each other. But through it all, we’ve been best friends, and that hasn’t changed now that we’re juniors in college. Even so, I can’t help myself when I say, “Oh please, I’m sure I can find something I’m better at than you.” 

“Really? Like what?” Kevin chuckles, and it only stokes the flames of our never-ending competition. 

“How about gay chicken?” I blurt it out before I can even process what I’ve just said. I don’t know where that came from—actually, I do. I made out with a guy once at a frat party last year and liked it. The memory still makes me hard, though that’s probably just my dick being perpetually horny—but it’s too late to take it back now. The way he’s looking at me makes that clear. 

“Okay,” he says, shrugging like I just suggested we play NBA 2K. 

I blink at him, not sure I heard him right. “Wait, really? Are you—”

He cuts me off with a searing kiss that makes my toes curl. When he finally pulls away, he’s smirking like he’s already won. “Yes, I’m sure. Though we should set some ground rules first.” 

I can still feel his lips on mine. They’re tingling almost as if his lips are charged with an electric current. I swallow thickly. “Uh, what were you thinking?”

“Well, if we’re going to do this, we should do it right.” “Meaning?” I ask. 

“Meaning that nothing is off the table and we can do whatever we want, even if we’re out in public. And the moment you back down, you lose.” 

Holy shit. Leave it to Kevin to turn my own suggestion against me. 

A million thoughts run through my head about why this could turn into a disaster of epic proportions, but the smug smile on his face has me sticking my hand out for him to shake. “Deal.” 

He takes my hand and then pulls me in for another kiss, our bare chests flush against each other. One of his hands reaches up to hold the back of my head while the other holds my hip. 

His tongue swipes against the seam of my lips, seeking access. I open up and his tongue brushes against mine, causing my stomach to do backflips. He’s kissing me like his life depends on it. This isn’t like anyone I’ve ever kissed before; even the guy I made out with last year didn’t make me feel like I’m about to blast off into outer space. 

After what feels like an eternity, but also nowhere near long enough, Kevin pulls away. We’re both breathing harder than we would have been had we just played an entire game. His cheeks are flushed, and we’re both very obviously hard given the enormous tents in our shorts. “Give up yet?” he murmurs, lips brushing against mine. 

“No way.” I’m not giving up that easily. 

Kevin smirks. “Good.” He runs a hand down my chest, teasing my nipple with his thumb before reaching down and taking my erection into his fist over my shorts. 

I gasp and then groan low as he squeezes it. 

“What about now?”

I shake my head again and bury my face in the crook of his neck. I can feel the vibration of him laughing, and he lets go of my dick but then quickly sticks his hand in my underwear, grasping my hard cock directly. 

A pathetic whimper escapes me as Kevin jerks me off in the middle of the arena where anyone can walk in and see us like this. His thumb teases my slit, which is leaking precum like crazy, making everything slick. 

I can’t believe this is happening. 

My best friend is jerking me off, all because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut—and I like it. His other hand teases the planes of my back until he reaches my waistband. 

There’s no way he’s going back there. 

His free hand slides in and cups one ass cheek, squeezing it tight before doing the same to the other. Then his fingers go somewhere no one ever touches but me. One singular finger brushes against my entrance, and I have to bite down on his shoulder to keep myself from screaming. His finger gently probes my most private area, teasing and rubbing the sensitive circle of nerves before sinking in just enough that I can feel a delicious stretch.

He breaks me. Between his fist stroking my cock and his finger in my ass, pleasure shoots like electricity up and down my entire body. I come with such intensity that I’m certain my cum would have landed on the other side of the court if I wasn’t wearing shorts. 

Rope after rope of cum pours out of me in never-ending waves of pleasure, his fist working me through it all until I’m spent and shivering against his body. I don’t know when it happened, but I’m holding him tight, both of my arms wrapped around his waist. 

“Shhh. There, there. It’s okay.” He strokes my blond hair with the hand that was just in my ass, and my cock twitches at the thought of it. He finally lets go of my dick and pulls out his hand to show me it’s covered in my spunk. 

Kevin wipes it on his bare torso, working it into his skin like it’s lotion. He kisses me softly and then steps back with a confident and sinful smile on his face. “Chris. Baby, I told you there’s no way you can win this. I always win.” 

He walks away, heading toward our locker room, leaving me with a hard cock and cummy underwear, wondering what the hell I just got myself into.