Luke is one of my best friends from business school but also my biggest rival. We compete in everything--sports, classes, girls, and extracurriculars--and we're two of the best looking and most successful guys at UCLA business school.
Luke grew up in Montana and loves the outdoors. He also plays tennis and soccer, just like me. We're both in shape and very competitive. I'm taller and more muscular--about 6'3" and 180 lean pounds of body mass--whereas Luke's about 6 foot even and 170 pounds.
Luke has a pretty defined six pack, which is hard to miss when he plays soccer shirtless, and his tan skin complements his sandy blonde hair and sea-blue eyes. While I am more muscular and in very good shape, I'm not quite as toned as he is, but I still have an attractive jaw line, brown hair, and green eyes.
During our first year of business school, Luke and I were both hyper-competitive. We were in the same small group and constantly trying to see who could one-up each other. We competed to see who could win in intramural sports, who could get the best grades, who could land a better summer job, and who could get the hottest girls. While we were pretty evenly matched in many ways, Luke somehow eclipsed me in the girl category.
I went hard for Vanessa, who is easily the hottest girl in our class year, but she turned me down. Luke swooped in and they've now been dating ever since. I've always been jealous of Luke's success with Vanessa, though I've had my own fair share of hookups in Los Angeles. There are plenty of hot people here in LA, and I usually don't have too much trouble finding someone to hook up with at least once a month.
I had just started dating someone earlier this year named Courtney, who was an aspiring actress and bartender. She was incredibly fun and hot, but broke up with me this March. I had hoped that Courtney would want to travel somewhere fun with me for spring break, but now I was flying solo without any plans.
Luke told me that he and Vanessa had also hoped to go on a trip somewhere, but that she was bailing on him for a week-long bachelorette party. Since both he and I had no spring break plans, Luke proposed that we go hiking together on the Pacific Crest Trail.
"It will be fun!" he said. "And cheap!"
Luke had grown up in the mountains and knew his way around hiking and backpacking trails. While I had never been backpacking, I had gone hiking countless times and loved the California coastline this time of year. So even though I wasn't that excited to spend seven days together with my biggest rival, I had no other plans and decided to say yes.
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So we packed our gear and off we went. Luke and I woke up early at 5 am to drive to the trail and get some miles in before sunrise. We started hiking as the sun lit up the sky, and we soaked in our beautiful surroundings.
Although I could easily lift more weights than Luke and push him around in soccer, it quickly became apparent that he had done far more hiking than I had. He was quick and nimble on his feet, whereas I was a little slower walking up steep terrain.
Late in the afternoon, after 10 hours of hiking, we reached the top of a ridge. It was a gorgeous view, but I really needed to pee. I walked over towards a clump of trees atop the ridge and unzipped my shorts. Like I had done outside for the entire day, I started peeing into the bushes.
I expected to have peace and privacy while going about my business, but I unexpectedly heard a noise next to me. To my surprise, Luke walked over and unzipped his shorts just a few feet away.
I tried to look away and finish peeing in a hurry, but Luke somehow stood right next to me. For my entire life, I've never looked at guys while they're peeing--it's a huge violation of the bro code to look down at someone at a urinal next to you. So I just kept looking forward, despite the awkwardness of Luke inserting himself right next to me.
Then I heard what sounded like a firehose of piss unleashed beside me. It easily eclipsed my own urine stream and looked like a waterfall pouring onto the log in front of me.
"What the fuck!?" I thought. "What could possibly make a stream that powerful?"
Despite my instinct, I held my gaze steady and kept looking straight ahead. As my own stream died down to a trickle, Luke's was still going strong, and I quickly put my penis back into my shorts before walking away.
It felt so awkward that Luke had unleashed a torrent of piss right next to me, and it almost felt like he had wanted me to look down. He's such a cocky guy--hell, I'm cocky myself--but this just felt so brazen and arrogant.
I was glad that I kept to the man code and avoided looking at my best friend's dick. I was proud of my own cock and really had no interest in seeing Luke's.
Ever since Luke peed right next to me, he now seemed slightly more assertive. As we set up camp that night, I followed Luke's directions and did as he said. When he asked me to cook dinner, I obliged and made one of our backpacking meals over the fire.
After dinner, Luke decided to break out the bottle of whiskey that we'd brought on our trip. We'd successfully completed 20 miles on our first day, and he wanted to celebrate. He also reasoned that the more we drank, the less we would have to carry the next day. So as the bottle passed between us back and forth, we both ended up getting pretty tipsy.
As we talked about business school, our summer, and girls at UCLA, I couldn't help but think about Vanessa, Luke's sexy girlfriend, and ask how she was doing.
"How's Vanessa these days?" I asked.
"She's good," Luke said, "But we haven't had sex in weeks."
"Oh wow," I replied. "How long has it been?"
"It's probably been like a month dude. She keeps saying my dick is too big and she doesn't want to fuck."
I choked and nearly spit out my whiskey as Luke said this. "No way man! Girls never say shit like that."
"I'm serious, dude. Vanessa is so petite that she really has a tough time taking my entire cock."
"Quit pulling my leg, man," I replied. "That has never happened."
"She also complains that I take way too long to cum," he continued.
"Ha!" I laughed. "That also must be a lie. I bet you cum in like two minutes."
"Dude, I wish," Luke said. "It usually takes me at least an hour to get off, and Vanessa just can't handle me fucking her for that long."
There was a long and awkward silence as I realized that Luke might be serious. I had thought he was exaggerating, as all guys do, about the size of his dick and how long he lasts in bed. But what if he wasn't?
"Well, do you and Vanessa do other stuff?" I asked, trying to be helpful.
"She does love sucking my cock--but only sometimes," Luke added. "And can I tell you something that stays between us?"
"Sure," I replied.
"Lately Vanessa's been letting me sleep around and fuck other girls."
"What?!" I yelled, nearly spitting out my whiskey again.
"She understands my needs and that my dick needs some pussy--but she just doesn't want it inside her all the time. So she lets me fuck other girls too."
