Chapter Three: Comparing
The door creaks open and Eric walks through with his towel tied low around his hips. Droplets of water slide off his collarbone and down his sides before settling in the V-line of his abs. His body is so incredible and I'm having a hard time trying to uncross the wires of wanting to be him or to be with him. I'm again so lost in my own thoughts of his body that I don't realize he is saying something.
"Dude you're up," he waves his hands in front of my face to snap me out of my stare.
"Oh shit, sorry that weed has me thinking way too much."
"Oh yeah? About what? Trying to finally go all the way with Jen?"
"Tonight could be the night man," I say crossing my fingers for luck. "I mean I'd even settle for a blowjob again, she's got a magic mouth."
"Ahh that's not even fair, I'm actually dating Amy and she barely sucks my dick," he says faking distress.
"Guess I'm lucky. Maybe I just have a nicer looking dick than you, one that girls actually wanna put their mouth on," I tease back.
"I've seen that thing and I don't think it's any better looking than mine," he says matter-of-factly.
"You stealing glances of it in the locker room huh?" I ask.
"I mean c'mon every guy's eyes wander around to see how he compares."
"Yeah you're right. Hard to compare with just a quick glance though." I notice the bulge behind the towel has grown a bit since we've been talking about blowjobs and getting lucky and my own dick hasn't fully deflated since I was sniffing his musky clothes.
"Alright whip yours out and I'll drop my towel and we can see how we measure up then."
I stare at his expression trying to decide if he's being serious or just messing around with me. "Yeah lemme just get my buttons undone," I reply mockingly.
"I have less to undo," he says as he drops his towel. So this confirms he was, in fact, serious about comparing. His dick bounces up slightly and settles back down to a lower angle. He's a bit hard but not at full mast. I stand up and drop my shorts and underwear and my dick springs up harder than his as I'm reaching full boner.
"That sex talk got you a bit stiff there buddy," he says pointing at my cock.
"Hey you don't look totally soft there either man," I say pointing back.
"You're right, truth is weed makes me pretty horny and I was also rubbing it a bit in the shower anyways. I need to fuck Amy so bad tonight man or I'm gonna go crazy." His dick inflates more and starts to point up.
"I do too. Well not Amy, but hopefully Jen. Alright man come a bit closer and we can see who actually has the nicer dick."
He walks over to me, his cock bouncing with each step. He stops about a foot in front of me and our dicks are nearly touching. He looks up at me and stares at my eyes for a second. I notice the length of his dark eyelashes and how they stand out against his hazel eyes. His dark eyebrows make his eyes pop and I truly realize how attractive my best friend is. His voice pulls me from my own head again.
"Yeah I think mine is a little bit longer but I think yours might be thicker. Our heads look kinda similar though. I don't think either one is more or less ugly than the other. Almost twin dicks I'd say," he says as he pats my shoulder. "Can I grab it?" he asks.
"Oh uh... do you think it would be awkward," I reply trying to hide my interest.
"I don't think so, I just wanna see if yours actually is thicker."
"Okay, sure you can touch it."
He reaches his hand out and takes a hold of my rock hard cock. He opens and closes it a couple times around it, as if trying to get a good feel of its dimensions. He makes a cup with his hand and holds the bottom side to check the weight. My insides are screaming and I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life.
"Yeah man, I definitely think yours is thicker. Grab mine and see for yourself," he tells me.
My hand immediately shoots out and grabs his hard dick, maybe a bit too eagerly. His dick is only slightly thinner than mine and probably half an inch longer. But overall we have very similar dicks. I notice how he keeps his pubic hair. Similar to most of the guys on the team he leaves it fairly hairy, not totally out of control but definitely a bit of dark black hair all around his cock leading up to his happy trail. I also notice his balls, they're big and heavy and seemed to be in need of release. They're covered in a light dusting of hair that continues down his legs. I squeeze his dick a few more times and I swear I heard a moan escape his lips. His hand is still on my dick too and I sense a bit of precum is going to leak out soon. He looks up at me and stares into my eyes again and slightly leans in.
"ERIC SWEETIE ARE YOU HOME?" his mom yells from downstairs.
We both jump and our hands drop from each other's dicks. "Fuck man you better take a shower now and I'll get dressed, it's already eight and Derek said come over around nine."
"Yeah good plan," I say through the lump in my throat worrying I might've messed up our friendship. I take my socks off and walk towards the bathroom door. He grabs my shoulder and spins me around.
"And don't jerk off in there, you need to save the juice for Jen," he says winking at me as he grabs his balls.
A wave of relief rushes through me knowing he's still himself and not seeming regretful. I turn the shower on and my mind is racing. "Was he about to kiss me?" I wonder. "Did he get as turned on by that as I did?" So many questions flood my mind and I'm left wondering if these feelings for my friend will stop or if they'll develop into something uncontrollable inside me.
"It's gonna be a long night," I say to myself.
Chapter Four: The Party Pt: 1
At around 9:30 PM, Eric and I hopped out of his truck and walked up the path to Derek's house. There were a few people chatting and drinking some beer outside on the porch and the familiar noise of a party coming from inside the house. I stole a glance at Eric before we walked in and a warm sensation spread throughout my body. "This is seriously fucking with my head," I thought to myself.
"You ready?" he turned me to and asks.
