The Football Team Sizes Us Up

Allan

Bo and I have been best friends since the fifth grade. We’ve had sleepovers at each other’s houses pretty much every weekend for eight years now. We alternate houses each weekend and right now, it’s my turn. Which is good because we have a party to go to. Bo and I are not big party guys – we don’t usually get invited, but tonight is different. We are not jocks by any stretch and we never really fit in most of the other guys in our class, but tonight, it was Mindy who invited us.

Parties aren’t the only events that have been absent from our high school experience; dances, drinking and sex have all been missing too. Not that we want to get drunk tonight, but we’d at least like to have our first beer. It would be nice to check that item of the list before we leave for college in a few months. It’s April of senior year and we are still virgins. We cruised past our eighteenth birthdays months ago with our V-Cards unswiped. Graduation is just weeks away and time is running out if our first lay is to be as high school students.

Bo and I look like exactly kind of guys who would not get lucky while still in high school. We’re still hoping that looks can be deceiving.

Tonight’s party is at Mindy’s house. I have had a crush on her for four years, but I didn’t think she even knew I existed before she personally invited me to tonight’s festivities a few days ago. Her best friend is Lizzie, who happens to be the object of Bo’s desires. And Mindy’s house is only three blocks away from my house. Walking distance. And being eighteen-year-old adults, we have no curfew tonight.

Bo stands next to me as I look in the mirror smearing goop in my hair. “What? I want to look good.”

He sticks an elbow in my ribs and I yelp.

We’re both wearing jeans, t-shirts and sneakers. Neither of us want to look like we’re trying too hard.

Bo says, “So, you’re not worried about tonight at all?”

I say, “I have plenty of condoms to share.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what?”

“This a party full of football asshole jocks. Why exactly are we going?”

I sigh, “I already told you all of this. These guys don’t know us. Mindy’s parents are out of town and she’s having a party. She invited us. She’s in our class and so are her friends. Her brother Rex is junior. The footballers at the party tonight are all juniors and friends. They won’t be paying any attention to us or us to them. It’s perfect.”

“What about…you know…The Virgin Hunt.”

“That’s not a real thing.”

“Ask Matt and Dan from last year. They’re pretty sure it was real.”

“No one knows we’re virgins.”

“Allan, everyone who attends that school who hasn’t had sex with us knows we’re virgins.”

Now I stick him with an elbow. “The Virgin Hunt is just urban legend.”

The rarely spoken of story is that toward the end of every school year, the seniors on the football team give the names of two virgins from the senior class to the junior football players. It’s up to the juniors to figure out a way un-virgin-ate these two guys. Like, if it were real and we were the targets at tonight’s party, then we would enter the party as virgins and walk out…deflowered.

I say to Bo, “I don’t believe they actually do it.”

“Allan, they do. It’s like with junior boys’ swim team. Every year one night in January when it’s freezing outside, they have to spend an evening walking around in every store on Main Street wearing nothing but a pair of flip flops and a pair of speedos. The senior swimmers make them do it.”

“This isn’t the swim team. I think the juniors are probably pretty nice guys. Look, we’re seniors. To them, we’re the cool guys.”

“Right.”

“No, we are. Graduating and going off to college. They don’t know us.”

“They’re gonna know us before tonight’s over.”

“We’re not going for them. We’re partying with the senior girls, not the junior boys. And besides, even if you’re right. How awesome would that be? It’s their job to help us to lose our virginities. And consider the girls who will be there. What have we got to lose? Literally, we can only lose the one thing that we both want to lose. What could go wrong?”

Bo-

Yeah. What could go wrong? I’m afraid a lot can. Allan is too tunnel visioned on Mindy to realize the potential for disaster. If I was guaranteed private quality alone time with Lizzie, then I’d be all in. I am just afraid that tonight is not going to go exactly as Allan thinks it will.

He’s finally done mucking around with his hair. It’s 8:00. If we leave now, we’ll be ten minutes fashionably late.

Our Friday nights usually consist of video games and pizza. Every Friday for eight years. The only variable is whose house we’re at. Maybe Allan’s right. I guess no matter what happens tonight it’ll be more fun than the typical old routine.

It’s unusually hot and humid for late April in Houston. Allan and I both showered after school before I came over to his house and this sticky three block walk feels a little like another shower. Maybe I should have put on a second layer of deodorant.

I look over at my best friend. I hope this works out. We both deserve it. Just because we’re not popular jocks doesn’t mean any girl wouldn’t be lucky to have us. Barf. I sound like my mom. But in truth, we’re both smart, funny and decent looking guys – regardless of the ridiculous goop in his hair. Allan has brown hair, green eyes and at 5’10”, he’s one inch taller than me. I have dirty blond hair and brown eyes. I think we’re above average, but that could be just me.

We make it to Mindy’s house and it seems like we’re the last to arrive. I am relieved when everything appears to be pretty subdued. There’s no ground shaking music rattling the windows. There are red solo cups around, but no one’s acting crazy. No one’s drunk. People seem to be chill and just hanging out.

It’s Mindy and Lizzie who greet us at the door. Allan looks like he’s about to burst. Lizzie smiles at me and my cheeks flush.

But then I feel two big strong hands clamp down on my shoulders. It’s Kevin (I don’t know his last name), Rex’s best friend. He says, “Bo! Allan! It’s good to see you! Follow me. The guys are downstairs.”

“I think we’re gonna hang out up here with the other seniors,” I say.

Rex materializes in front of us, handing us each a full red cup. He says, “All the seniors are my sister’s friends. Girls. That’s not how these parties work. We’ll mix things up with boys and girls later on. For now, it’s girl talk and gossip upstairs, and guy fun downstairs.”

Allan says, “Oh.” He looks at me and shrugs. “I guess it’s guy fun.”

We each take our first ever sips of beer. His expression looks like mine feels. I didn’t expect to love it, but it’s way acrider than I thought it would be. If we’re gonna be hanging out with these junior guys for a while, I need to at least pretend to like this shit. Maybe as I keep drinking, I’ll get used to it.

I glance at Allan as we make our way down the basement stairs. He whispers, “We just need to be cool and hang out with the guys for a few hours, then – it’s Mindy and Lizzie time.”

The bottom of the stairs reveals a large, finished basement. There are a couple couches and recliners, two big-screen tv’s that are both off, and quiet music playing from a Bluetooth speaker. It’s mostly just a bunch of guys in small clusters talking. There are maybe a dozen of them. Again, they are all juniors and I don’t know any of them.

Rex announces to his friends, “The big men are here!”

Everyone laughs. It’s funny because we might be the oldest and the only seniors, but physically, we’re more like middle-schoolers compared to these beefy football jocks.

Kevin raises his cup and everyone else follows suit, “To the seniors!” Everyone takes a gulp.

Are we all drinking the same thing? I’m on my fifth sip at this point and it is becoming ever so slightly more tolerable. Allan’s seems to be ¾ of the way gone already. I start glugging to catch up.

Allan

Rex almost whispers to me, “So, you like my sister, huh?”

I feel my face turn as red as the cup in my hand. “Uh, yeah.”

Speaking of my cup, it’s empty now and somehow a new, full one materializes in my hand.

Rex says, “No worries. It’s cool. As long as you pass my test, I won’t stand in your way.”

I laugh, but he doesn’t. I figured he was joking. “What kind of test?”

“She went out with Eric for a year. She got hurt. I don’t want her to get hurt again.”

I swallow more astringent beer, “Isn’t he your teammate?”

“He’s also an asshole.”

I laugh again because he is. “I was glad when they broke up a couple weeks ago.”

Rex asks, “You’ve had a crush on Mindy for a long time, haven’t you?”

“Four years.” Why did I say that? That was dumb. It’s like my filter was turned off somehow.

He guides me over to one side of the room, a little away from where Bo, Kevin and a few other guys are talking.

He says, “The test is no big deal. It basically just me getting to know you a little. But you have to be honest with me. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

 I nod.

John and Nadir have joined us. John starts talking about his date last weekend with Kelly and how they made out in the backseat of his car for like an hour after the movie they had gone to. As he tells his story, I can’t help but notice that my crotch is firming up. Why is this happening? The details were not particularly graphic and there were no visual aids.

Rex shoulder bumps me and asks, “How many girls have you dated.”

With zero hesitation I say, “None.” What the fuck is my problem? He said not to lie, but I could have made that sound a lot less pathetic.

Nadir pats my butt, then slides his hand up my back, “He’s too much of a stud to get tied down. He doesn’t need to date anyone. How many chicks have you scored with?”

“I’m still a virgin.” Oh my god! Is there truth serum in the beer? What kind of idiot am I?

John says, “No way, dude.” He puts his arm around me squeezed my shoulder and gropes his way down my bicep. “You’re a good-looking guy. Who wouldn’t want to hook up with this?”

“Please. I’m nothing to look at. I’m no athlete like you guys.”

Nadir, with his hand now rubbing circles into my back says, “Maybe he has hooked up plenty. You only asked about girls.”

My face flushes and for some unknown reason, my crotch stiffens even more. “I’ve never been with a guy either.” At least my missing filter didn’t embarrass me this time.

John says, “Ever? Everybody has some degree of bi-curiosity. Don’t you do sleepovers with Bo every week?”

“Yeah, and not that there’s anything wrong with that, but we’re not gay. Or bi. We’re just best friends.”

Rex asks, “On your sleepovers, do you two share the same bed?”

“Yeah.” Dammit! What’s wrong with me!

John says, “You could be bi and not know it. Maybe we’ll find out during the Gay Test.”

“The Gay Test?” I ask.

Rex shoots John a dirty look, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. One step at a time. Back to your looks, believe me, Allan. Not every girl, or guy, gives a shit about muscles or working out or being a jock.”

John still has his hand on my bicep and he give a gentle squeeze. “You must work out some?”

These guys all look like professional bodybuilders and I’m a twig. I say, “Not at all.” It’s like my mouth and my brain have no connection.

Rex says, “Lets see.” He reaches over and lifts my shirt, revealing my thin but muscle-free belly. None of them laugh, but they all smirk. “Well, if you do workout, you definitely don’t spend time on crunches or sit-ups. You’re not exactly rocking the sixpack abs there.”

John says, “You have the tummy of a ten-year-old. But that’s okay. Your little innie belly button is really cute.”

Nadir says, “You said you’re no athlete. You know what? You don’t have to be, but I think it’s time to take your measurements.”

What the hell does that mean. Rex pulls a cloth tape measure out of his back pocket and suddenly the four of us are having our biceps measured. He also has a clipboard that came from who knows where and he records our stats. He announces the results, “So, with no flexing, John is 19 inches, I am 18 inches, Nadir is 17 inches and Allan is 11 inches.”

I have no idea what average is, but these guys are all way over average.

Nadir says, “Rex said not all girls prefer muscles. Let’s find out.” He takes off his shirt and so does John. Wow. There is hair and muscle everywhere. Nadir reaches over and pulls my t-shirt right off. I feel ridiculous standing between these two ripped dudes. Rex reaches into my back pocket and takes my cell phone.

Rex starts recording and instructs the three of us to flex and pose and put on a show. I set my second – now empty – cup down on the table and play along. We’re all laughing and it’s kind of fun. Rex has a guy I haven’t met yet run the phone up to the girls and instructs him to show the video to ten of them. He wants a report back on ten votes for a winner.

Nadir puts his arm around me, both of us still shirtless. “That was fun. You’re a good sport. I think it’s time to continue the measurements.” He moves me around and measures me everywhere from the waist up. When he gets my chest size, I get an inadvertent tickle in the armpits. When he does my waist, I get a poke in the belly like the Pilsbury Dough Boy. Rex continues to record all measurements.

I ask, “Can I put my shirt back on?”

John says, “Of course. A little later.”

I look around and I actually don’t see my shirt anywhere. I tell them, “I’m bigger than Bo.”

Rex says, “We’ll get to comparisons later, but in the meantime, we’ll call you Big Dude.”

These football players are all very handsy. I’ve been nudged and bumped and tapped and patted all over my body. And every touch makes the swelling in my crotch increase. I’m glad I wore jeans tonight. Any lighter fabric and my almost-boner would be obvious to everyone by now. Maybe this touching is just how football players are – at least the juniors. But then I realize that they are not touching each other like this. Just me. Like I’m their play thing.

Bo

I notice Allan kind of dancing and goofing around shirtless with a few guys on the other side of the room. What is going on over there?

I’m sitting on the floor in a circle with Kevin, Dave and Ben. I’ve finished two whole cups of beer and I’m feeling pretty good. I was offered a third, but I said maybe later. I wanted to drink some tonight, but I don’t want to get drunk.

So far, we’ve been talking mostly about video games. It’s the one thing I have in common with these guys. I’ve shared a few tips and we’ve actually been having a decent time. Out of nowhere, Ben asks me, “So, what’s the gayest thing you and Allan have ever done together?”

I feel my face flush and a tightening in my jeans, but I give an honest answer, “Nothing.”

Dave says, “Oh, come on. It’s just between us. We’re just friends hanging out, talking. We won’t tell anyone. We know you have weekly sleepovers together. Something must have happened at some point. Tell us.”

“But it really hasn’t. Never.”

Kevis asks, “But you wouldn’t mind if something did happen.” It’s a statement, not a question. “It could be totally innocent. Do you two ever play wrestle?”

“We really don’t.”

Ben says, “Or a tickle fight?” And suddenly he jumps and tackles Dave. He’s on top of him and squeezing at his sides as Dave howls in laughter.

Dave shouts, “Dude, you are so dead!”

They continue to roll around on the floor and Kevin and I watch and laugh. As Ben and Dave battle, I can’t help but notice that my jeans fill even more. Why?

Kevin asks me, “So, do you?”

“What?”

“Have tickle fights with Allan.”

“We did just once.” Why did I answer that question? Where is my judgement?

Kevin asks, “Why did you stop after just once? Did one or both of you pop mini boners and get embarrassed?”

“It was both of us. How did you know?” Shit! There I go again.

He puts an arm around me, “It’s an easy guess. When you’re a teenaged boy, looking at pictures of head lice can turn you on, not to mention rolling around with someone and getting tickled. Are you still ticklish?”

“I don’t know. No one ever tries to tickle me.”

He slips his hand under my arm and digs a little into my ribs. “You’re missing out.”

I twist away from him and he says, “I guess that answers my question.” He holds his hands palms up, like a surrender, and slides closer to me again. “You like Lizzie, right?” His knee is touching mine and I feel a little jolt of electricity.

I nod. Dave and Ben are now done with their fun.

Dave says, “Lizzie likes sensitive guys. Are you sensitive Bo?”

“Yes.”

Ben smiles, “That’s something we’re gonna have to put to the test.”

“I don’t think I…”

“Little Dude, this is going to be a whole lot of fun,” says Kevin with a wink.

For some reason, that wink makes my crotch tighten even more.

Allan

There seems to be a tickle fight going on over by Bo, but he’s just watching and laughing. The random guy with my phone makes his way back downstairs and has the report for Rex. “You’re never gonna believe this. John got one vote, Nadir got two votes and Allan got seven!” He hands Rex my phone.

I ask, “Can I have my phone back? And where’s my shirt?”

Rex slips my phone in his back pocket, “You won’t need it for a while. I’ll keep it safe for you.”

Nadir has a big stupid grin on his face as he fist-bumps me, “You won! See? Cute beats muscles.”

I blush again and again, my crotch swells.

John says, “Big Dude, how much do you weigh?”

My brain wants to say 150, but my mouth is incapable of telling a lie right now. “135,” I say.

Nadir chuckles, “Big Dude, there are guys here who literally double that.”

Rex says, “While we do lower half measurements, we’re also going to begin the next phase of the test. In keeping with the theme of comparing jocks to…not jocks, we’ll do smells next.”

“Smells?”

Nadir puts his arm around me again, “Don’t worry Big Dude. You already won muscle round. Not in actual size, but the girls voted. You won 7 to 2 to 1. You’ll do fine in this round too.”

Suddenly, I’m being pushed down onto the couch. John holds my ankles and Nadir slides off both of my high tops. He says, “I just gotta check your size for our records.”

“You could have just asked me.”

“No worries, Big Dude. You need your shoes off for measurements and the scales anyway.” He bends back the tongue of my left sneaker and reads the label, “A perfect ten,” he tells the group.

Rex makes a notation, “Big Dude, besides you and Bo, I don’t think anyone else in the room is smaller than a twelve. But that’s okay. Man is not measured strictly by the size of his biceps or his feet. But we do need the tape measure. The way your shoes slipped off so easily, you might actually be wearing bigger than you are.”

John sits on my legs with his broad back to me. I’m trapped and I can’t see past him, but I feel both socks get pulled off. Hands are all over my feet, prodding, squeezing… It kind of feels good until I get a few tickle swipes up the arches that make me flail feebly behind him. I feel the tape measure getting pressed against the contours of my naked foot and Nadir declares me to be nine inches.

Rex makes a tsk tsk sound, “I’ll be generous and call you a 9 ½. I knew you were wearing bigger than your size. You just like slipping in and out of your shoes, don’t you?”

Nadir says, “I think he thinks his feet are cute. When he walks in his shoes, his heels slip halfway out with each step. And these Osiris he’s wearing…the style, the colors…he wants to draw attention to his feet.”

Rex says, “Okay, we’ve got the size, now for the smell.”

John gets off me and he and Nadir each take one of my socks, put it to their noses and inhale deeply. Seeing these beefy guys smelling my socks has me at almost full-on erection. They both laugh and pass the socks to Rex. John says, “I knew it. There’s no smell at all. Nothing. Not even a little bit. If anything, they smell like fresh laundry.”

Rex sniffs both socks at once, smiles and agrees with his friends.

I don’t know why, but I find it embarrassing that I don’t have a manly funk. And the humiliation is turning me on. I try to defend my lack of stink, “Hey, guys, I took a shower right before coming here. I usually do stink. I just happen to be shower fresh right now.”

I’m still lying on the couch, shirtless and barefoot. John picks up my left foot by the ankle and says, “Big Dude, it like 95 degrees outside with 100% humidity. Even if you came over from next door, you wouldn’t still be shower fresh.” He shoves my bare foot right into his face and inhales so deeply, I think he might pass out. His stubble tickles. He tells his friends, “Nope. Nothing.”

Nadir says, “If it really was just from a recent shower, then your shoes would stink. Look at these shoes. They beat up and worn to hell.” He buries his nose inside my high top. “Unbelievable. They look like they’d stink, but they smell like nothing. Here’s another difference between jocks and other guys. The stink.” John breathes in my other sneaker and concurs with Nadir’s assessment.

John and Nadir each take off their shoes and socks. Nadir’s sock is shoved in front of my nose and smells like a locker room. It’s bad and good at the same time. A musky scent to be proud of. Next, I’m forced to take a whiff of John’s sock. It’s even stronger. It’s bad and bad. I cough.

A platter is produced and Rex lays out our three pairs of socks. He tells the same guy who did the shirtless poll earlier whose socks are whose and requests another poll. The guy disappears.

While we await the results, and since my shoes are now off, my official height and weight are measured and recorded. I am 5’ 9.5” and weigh 134. The guy comes back with a platter of socks and says, “Allan – 2, John – 3 and Nadir – 5.”

Rex says, “Oooooh, sorry Big Dude, you lost that round. We leaned that the optimum manly scent falls somewhere in between nothing and the inside of a camel’s asshole.”

Rex and Nadir laugh as John flushes a shade of dark red. “Come on. I don’t smell that bad.”

Rex says, “Dude, your socks could be used as knockout gas before surgery.” I laugh too.

I ask, “Can have my shoes and socks back now? And where’s my shirt?”

“Later,” replies Rex. “After the test. Up next…the final measurements – inseam and penis length.”

I cough again, but this time not because of John’s rancid sock. “What?”

Nadir says, “The literal measure of a man.”

My erection firms even more.

Rex says, “Don’t worry Big Dude. We’ve already helped you out. The two beers you drank were spiked with little blue pills. You know the kind…for help with…woodies.”

John says, “But first, armpit sniffs.”

Bo

“When you say Lizzie likes sensitive guys, you mean emotionally, right?”

Kevin says, “No. She’s into tickling. But her time is valuable. She asked us to run some tickle tests on you and give her a full report. If you don’t pass the test, she won’t waste her time with you.”

“I can’t believe that-”

“You better not be calling me a liar.”

“No. Of course not. Maybe you misunderstood.”

“Oh, so I’m stupid? A big dumb jock?”

“No…I…” I don’t know how to fix this.

Fortunately, he laughs and gives me another shoulder bump, “I’m just messing with ya.”

It was true what I said before; I haven’t been tickled in years. But I suspect I’m ticklish. I’d rather not find out. Especially here in this basement in front of about fifteen other guys.

I say, “You know, I think I might get going.”

Dave puts a firm hand on my knee. “We’re not gonna hurt you, Little Dude. You saw me and Ben a few minutes ago. We were just messing around, having some fun. Neither of us got hurt. You have to trust us.”

Trust them to what? Not tickle me until I pass out? If this is the path to losing my virginity, I think I’d rather wait until college. “Look, guys I-”

And then they swam in. Six rough, strong hands all over my body at once. Dave grabs both of my wrists with just one of his hands and pins them above my head as I am laid on the floor. Ben straddles my legs facing my feet and Kevin peers down at me. With my arms pulled up over my head, my t-shirt has ridden up. I feel the airconditioned coolness of the room on my exposed skin – about a six-inch strip above my waistband, below my shirt. A devious smile forms on Kevin’s lips. “I call the belly.”

I try to twist and squirm, but my 128 pounds are no match for their 600 plus. I resign myself to the fact that fighting it will only make it worse.

I feel Ben untying the laces of my left shoe. Dave begins to poke and prod at my armpits and my ribs with his free hand. Kevin is still smiling at my belly. He takes out his phone and takes a picture. “It looks so vulnerable,” he says. “So perfect. A shallow, circular innie all stretched out and begging for some love.” He moves his eyes up to meet mine for just a moment. “Here comes the love.” He swipes a finger across my lower abdomen, just above my waistband and I gasp.

I try, “Kevin. Please. Not that. Anything but my stomach. It’s too much. That’s the one spot that I can’t take. Do anything else to me, but please…not that.”

Kevin grins again, “Do anything else to you? Little Dude, haven’t you realized yet? We’re about to do everything else to you.”

Allan

Little blue pills? Is that why I’m so hard? Every bump, nudge, grope…even just talk is making me rock hard.

John says, “Big Dude, you gotta lose the jeans for the final measurements.”

Aside from the three guys with me and the three guys with Bo, there are like ten other guys down here. Half of them are watching whatever Bo is doing right now and half of them are watching the show I’ve been putting on for a while now. Cell phones are out and recordings are being made.

I look John right in the eyes. I almost think I see brief flash of sympathy. I ask, “Is there any way this doesn’t happen?”

He shakes his head. “Oh, also? We’re the only ones who know about the pills. Everyone else will just think that you’re hard for us guys and loving being the center of attention. Just so you know.”

Nadir leans in close and adds, “Look, you graduate in a few weeks and you’ll never see anyone in this room again. You’re going off to college to start a new life. A little embarrassment is no big deal. And, I’m totally serious when I say this, you are actually going to enjoy tonight. I know it’s already been kind of fun for you, but trust me. Your fun has only just begun.”

Rex says, “Let’s get going.”

Nadir reaches out and begins to work the button at my fly. His fingertips graze the bare skin of my lower abdomen and I quiver form the sensation. What can I do? There’s nowhere to run and I can’t fight these guys. The button is unfastened and he slides the zipper down. At the moment, his body shields me from the audience behind him. He slides my jeans down past my hips and lifts my legs one at a time, pulling my jeans completely off. I am wearing a pair of plain white boxer-briefs and nothing else. The boxer-briefs are usually pretty formfitting, but currently they are tented because of my raging erection.

Rex hands Nadir the tape measure and my inseam is documented as 30 inches.

Rex says, “We’ll take the last measurement a little later. We need to be sure he’s at full erection first.”

John says, “Boss, I think he’s pretty well-”

Rex cuts him off, “Hey, you know this is my part. You two have had most of the fun so far. It’s my turn.”

Rex puts his clipboard down and sits on the couch. I have no idea what’s about to happen. Just then, Nadir moves from his shielding position and I am revealed to the crowd behind him. A random guy I can’t see shouts out, “Holy shit! He’s got a boner!”

Rex looks up at me says, “Come sit in Daddy’s lap.”

Bo

Ben has both of my shoes off now. The crowd behind us laughs when he announces that I’m only an 8 ½. He leaves my socks on and strokes up and down the soles of my feet. I throw my head back and scream in laughter. Dave continues to drill at my ribs and armpits. My eyes are watering and my breath is ragged. As bad as all of that is, it’s what Kevin is doing that’s pure torture. His fingers lightly trail from side to side across my lower abdomen and I’m quaking so much from the sensation, I’m afraid I’ll pull a muscle. My stomach is covered in goosebumps.

Kevin tells Dave, “Take it off.”

Dave releases my wrists long enough to pull my shirt off my body, then he retakes my wrists. His drilling attack is much more effective now that bunched fabric is no longer a hinderance.

This attack has been going on for maybe two minutes. It feels like an hour. If it really does last an hour, I seriously might not survive.

I’ve had a developing erection for quite some time now. I’m practically at ramrod stiffness at this point. But my jeans are still on. Hopefully, they’ll stay on.

I feel my right sock slide off and there’s a moment of contemplation before Ben’s strong hands begin a new attack. He does things to my foot that I didn’t know could be done. With pokes and prods and bends and stretches and strokes and swipes – tears are streaming down my face as my laughter turns to screams.

Kevin pushes the waistband of my jeans down below my hip bones, as far as they’ll go, revealing sprouts of pubic hair. He just expanded his area of attack by another two inches. The newly exposed area is even more sensitive than where I’ve already been thoroughly molested. He lowers his head and plunges his tongue into my belly button. My eyes roll back into my head. He starts kissing and sucking all over the expanse of my stomach and suddenly things have turned from tickling to sensual. Dave finds one of my hard nipples and gently tugs at it between his fingers. I moan. I can feel precum pooling in my underwear.

Ben drops my right foot and gets off long enough to work at removing my jeans. Kevin is still busy kissing and sucking my chest and stomach and I honestly don’t want him to stop. My jeans are now off. All I’m wearing is my left sock and my underwear. I feel drunk at this point. Knowing I’m way past having the strength to resist, Dave lets go of my wrists and Ben sits at my feet, but not on my legs. I just lay there like a limp ragdoll.

I hear a voice behind us, “Hey! This one’s got a boner too!”

There’s more laughter and another voice adds, “And a huge wet spot!”

Why did I have to wear blue underwear? This one’s got a boner too! I have a flash of worry about what they might be doing to Allan, but what can I do about it? Even if these three guys stood up and walked away from me right now, I don’t think I could even stand, much less help my friend.

Dave whispers in my ear, “Your beers were spiked with Viagra.”

His breath on my ear causes me to firm up another tick.

Dave begins to lightly trace his fingers around my chest, up and down my inner arms, across my armpits and even around my neck. Everywhere he touches, it’s a light tickle. Even Ben’s relentless ravaging has turned into soothing strokes.

As Kevin’s warm wet mouth makes its way to my nipples, my cock jumps up another degree firmer. The crowd notices and cheers. Kevin attacks my other nipple and happens again. I don’t think it’s possible to get any harder; this is the most raging erection of my life.

Kevin leaves my nipples long enough to stretch up and whisper in my ear, “I’m gonna make you cum.”

Allan

I’m stuck where I am. A bunch of guys are staring at me, but I’m frozen like this, with my tentpole pointing straight at the crowd.

One of the guys says, “Did you notice, this guy is bigger than the other guy, but the other guy has a bigger dick.”

Someone else says, “Yeah. A lot bigger.”

Rex repeats, “Come sit in Daddy’s lap.”

John and Nadir appear at my sides, take me by the elbows and move me to Rex. I’m numb at this point. They maneuver me onto his lap. Rex lightly scratches my back and tingles travel up and down my spine. I get goosebumps everywhere. He starts to massage my back with his strong football player hands.

Rex says discretely into my ear for only me to hear, “Allan, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. Pain is not one of feelings you will experience tonight. Humiliation – yes. Extreme, intense pleasure – yes. But pain – no. Trust me.

I quietly ask, “Why?”

He sighs, “You know why. You and Bo have been ‘chosen’. It’s a tradition. We have to see this through.”

“So, this is The Virgin Hunt?”

“You know it is.”

“Then Mindy…” I trail off.

Rex is still talking to just me, “I really am sorry. It was all a setup. But, pleasures, the likes of which you could previously only have imagined, lie ahead of you this evening. Don’t fight it. Let it happen. Even play along. That’ll make it even better.”

“The objective is still that I walk out of here tonight no longer a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“So, why am I in your lap? When do the girls come down?”

“The tests aren’t over yet. This next one is a combination test. It mostly about sensitivity, but there’s a splash of the Gay Test in there too. Again…Allan…I will not hurt you.”

“And then the tests are over?”

“Not quite. There’s only one more test after this one. It’s part two of the Gay Test. That test will involve both you and Bo.”

“Bo? What’s happening to him?”

“As we speak, he’s going through his own version of the sensitivity test combined with part one of the Gay Test. His test is a little different than yours, but it yields the same information.”

I have a flash of worry about Bo. I’m the one who pushed us to come here tonight. What are they doing to him? Can he handle it? Can I? Rex has been massaging my shoulders this whole time. I feel tired and weak.

Rex says, “Turn facing to the right and put your right arm behind my neck.”

With minimal help from Nadir, I do as I’m told.

He says, “Allan, I’m going to make you cum now. It’s my job to make that happen. If I succeed, then you fail part one of the Gay Test. I will be relentless. I will win. You can fight it if want, and honestly that will make it even more intense for you when I succeed. And I will succeed. We’ll give this a thirty-minute time limit. If I don’t get you within the timeframe, you pass the Gay Test part one, and I stop trying. Do you understand me?”

I nod.

In his lap sideways with my feet on the couch and my arm around his neck, I feel like an infant.

Rex says, “John, start the timer.”

Bo

I never even dreamed about being with a guy. Now, three huge jocks are staring at my body, touching my body and making me feel things I never knew I could feel.

Kevin says, “It seemed like you needed a break from the sensitivity test. The good news is that the sensitivity test is half over. The bad news is that the sensitivity test is only half over and it will resume after part one of the Gay Test. I have thirty minutes to bring you to orgasm. If you last that long, you pass and I stop. If I succeed, you fail and we proceed with the tests.”

I ask weakly, “The Gay Test?”

“Yes,” he says. “Part one. But don’t worry. I will succeed. I am about to take you on the ultimate vacation to pleasure town.”

My face and neck and shoulders and legs and feet are still being gently caressed by Dave and Ben.

Rex adds, “I’ll tell you the same thing that I know Rex is telling Allan – I won’t hurt you. Please believe me. It’s true. You might find it embarrassing, but really that’s just a matter of perspective. What is undeniable is that you are about to experience the sensation of a lifetime.”

My eyes pop open. “What are they doing to Allan?”

Kevin smiles, “I wish I had a friend like you. Everything you’ve been through and knowing what you still have ahead and you’re worried about your best friend. It’s sweet. And it’ll make part two of the Gay Test a lot easier.”

Ben asks, “Shall I start the timer?”

Kevin nods. He maneuvers himself between my legs and starts sucking on my neck. Why is my neck so sensitive? I had no idea. I pop goosebumps all over my arms and legs. He slides his tongue and mouth down my sternum for a long, slow journey southward. My erection bobs up and down in both anticipation and in rhythm with my heartbeat. Kevin is only halfway down my chest, but he stops to remove my underwear. I am glazed in so much precum that I feel the cold air of the room on my wet, throbbing organ. My dick points straight up at the sky, and there a few gasps from the audience.

Someone says, “It’s an absolute lead pole.”

Kevin winks at me and says, “Impressive. I’m sure Rex will get exact measurements later, but I bet you’ve got a few of the jocks in this room beat.”

He plants his mouth on the exact spot on my chest where he left off earlier. Down he goes. When he passes the ribcage, he slows more and lavishes my belly with more attention. Nothing tickles. It’s actually feels amazing. I know I’m supposed to fight against his goal. I know I’m supposed to want to win this battle. But I can’t help wanting to experience defeat. Defeat is so close. Defeat would feel so good.

Still focusing on my belly button, he takes a hand and grabs my shaft. My eyes pop open and I let out a small yelp. This is the first time in my life that anything besides my own hand has touched me there. Kevin’s hand is rough and strong. He grips and squeezes and rubs and I know in an instant that I am destined for defeat. I wouldn’t pass this test if I wanted to. It’s all only a matter of time. His hand slides up and down my glistening steel rod and mini explosions are happening inside my body. I’m practically whimpering, but they are whimpers of ecstasy.

His gripping hand suddenly releases me and I want to scream out to get it back. But then… I don’t miss the hand anymore. Something new is happening. Something shocking and unexpected. That warm, wet, wild mouth that did so much to my neck, chest and stomach has now taken the whole length of my apparently impressively sized shaft. My mouth gapes open and my fingers grip at the carpet beneath me. I think I’m screaming. That mouth has so much talent. How is it doing the things it’s doing? It slides up and down, on and off, side to side. There is suction. There are no teeth. He swirls his tongue in just the right spot below my mushroom cap and now my detonation fuse has been lit. It was already only a matter of time, but now, the final countdown has begun.

Kevin intuitively knows I’m close to blowing. He tells Ben, “Hand me the thing.”

I later learn that the “thing” is a flesh light. I’d never heard of it before, but it is snug and bumpy in the best possible way. Kevin slides that thing up and down my column in a relentless rhythm. My hands pound the floor. My back arches. My toes curl. I unload a seemingly never-ending lake of cum into that thing.

My face is crimson red. My heart is pounding. I’m panting for air.

He tousles my hair like a toddler and says, “I’ll give you a five-minute break before we finish the sensitivity test.”

Allan

Rex nods at Nadir who moves in and removes my underwear. I’m still in Rex’s lap, but now completely naked. There are giggles throughout the basement. I’m still rock-hard and I assume that that’s what people are laughing at. I flush an even brighter red when I realize that they’re not laughing because I have a boner; they’re laughing at the size of it. How would I know I’m small? I’m a virgin and I shyly conceal myself in locker rooms and public restrooms. I’ve never been seen by others before tonight. I’ve never received feedback before.

It seems totally unfair. It’s not like this from a choice I made. Like, if I did spend hours every day in the gym working out and I did have 18” biceps like Rex, then that’s from something I did. So, I guess my 11” biceps are my fault. But they’re not laughing at my scrawny arms. And even with 18” biceps, I’d still only be 5’ 9 ½” tall and wear a 9 ½ shoe and have a however many inches dick. The humiliation was supposed to be the fact that I’m a virgin and the whole Virgin Hunt event. I didn’t even know I had a small dick. I feel like I have the ragingest hardon of my life. I’ve never been bigger than I am right now. And the laughter and humiliation are actually making me even harder. It’s not fair.

Rex whispers to me, “Don’t listen to those assholes. You’re fine.”

John and Nadir take seats on either side of Rex. Rex tells me to straighten my legs so my feet are in Nadir’s lap. I do. Then he tells me to lie my head back onto John’s lap. I do that too. John begins to rub my temples and Nadir starts a gentle foot massage.

Rex opens a jar of Vaseline and dips in the middle finger of his right hand. He says to me, “Remember, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

His lubed finger finds its way to my anus and I start to flinch away.

Rex says, My boys here are being nice right now. If you force them to, they will restrain you. It’s your choice, Allan.”

I liked it better when they were calling me Big Dude. I lost that nickname around the time my jeans came off. I nod at Rex and his finger returns. He plays around for a bit right at my hole and it’s the oddest sensation I’ve ever felt. After a minute or so of teasing, he takes the plunge and I gasp. The crowd cheers and I bite down on my lip. His finger wiggles around inside me and I feel like I’m swimming. Then, he takes his thumb from the same hand and presses it to my perineum. My mouth drops open and I shriek in pleasure. His thumb is applying just the right amount of pressure while his finger continues its devilish invasion and body feels like it’s on fire.

My dick was already wet with precum, but now, the precum is rolling out of me in waves. Litteral rivulets are flowing one after another. And every time Rex adds a little extra push on my taint, My tiny dick pulses skyward. Is it possible that my first real orgasm can come with no contact involving my penis? I wouldn’t have thought so, but I don’t know how I long I can hold out under these circumstances.

Rex takes his left hand and mercifully wraps it around my throbbing member. My head digs into John’s lap and I make a sound that to my ears is inhuman. Three new sensations are attacking me all at once. I have no idea how much time is left in my 30 minutes, but I have zero chance of passing this test.

John giggles and says, “Where’d it go? It completely disappears in your one hand.”

Rex shoots daggers with his eyes at John and says, “Just take the measurement.”

“Sorry.”

John produces the tape measure and Rex releases me. I feel the tape measure press to my base, run up my shaft and curve to the slit at my tip. John announces, “5.0”

Like my biceps earlier, I have no idea what normal is. It sounds decent to me.

Rex says to me, “See Big Guy? You’re perfectly average. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

John says, “I though average was closer to 5.5?”

Nadir says, “Shut up John,” and he gives my foot a consoling pat. “Rex is right. It’s average.”

The tape measure is pulled away and Rex’s calloused, manly hand makes a triumphant return. I gasp again. The finger up my ass makes contact with my prostate and I cry out. His thumb rubs pressured circles into my taint and his other hand strokes my cock up and down.

Rex says to John and Nadir, “Now.”

John squeezes both of my nipples at once and Nadir reaches over and fondles my balls. If you count the nipples individually, I am now under a six-point attack. It’s all too much for my poor virgin body. My head thrashes back and forth, my right hand grabs Rex’s shirt while my left squeezes his knee. My feet kick at Nadir so much that he has to hold my ankles with his free hand.

Rex slows his lefthanded strokes and uses his thumb to make circles on the sensitive underside below the tip. This only makes things worse. Or better. The grand finale of the 4th of July fireworks show is going off in my body.

Like a surgeon at the operating table, Rex asks for the flesh light. Nadir tries releasing my ankles and I don’t kick out. He produces the odd-looking instrument and Rex takes it in his left hand. He slips it over my soon to be exploding shaft and shockwaves roll over my body as he slides it up and down relentlessly.

My brain wants to say, “No. Don’t. Please. Stop.” But my mouth says, “No! Please don’t stop!”

Every physical sensation I never knew in my whole life is happening to me all at once. My balls, my nipples, my prostate, my perineum and my pulsing cock… Oh my god! Here it comes! I set my jaw, clench my teeth, throw back my head, grip Rex’s shirt again and howl out in ecstasy as my first ever orgasm explodes out of me.

John and Nadir let go first. then Rex extricates his finger and pulls of the flesh light. I am a sticky, horrible mess.

Rex says, “Sorry about that. I just didn’t want to have to clean your spooge out of my parent’s couch or carpet.

Nadir says, “Hey Big Dude, you finally smell like more than nothing!”

I almost laugh.

Bo

I couldn’t believe that after everything, they’d still complete the second half of the sensitivity test…but they do. After having been given the promised five-minute break, my assailants have returned. I’ve been laying here completely naked except for my left sock, that Ben had not removed. Yet.

Ben sits down at my feet and swipes said sock right off me. He picks up my foot and looks at it. His hand that holds my foot is as big as my foot. He brings my foot right up to his face and blows a big raspberry into my arch. I giggle like a kid and he grins at me.

I don’t know if this is normal or not, but I’ve no post-orgasm refractory period. My tentpole has been pointing skyward this whole time, but it remains untouched and ignored. Over the next 30 minutes, my left foot gets same program from Ben that he already executed on my right foot. Dave focuses on my knees, my inner thighs and my hips. And of course, Kevin goes back to navel. I thrash and cry and mostly, I laugh my ass off.

The 30 minutes come to a merciful end and my body continues to buzz. The guys pull me up to a standing position and almost carry to middle of the room where I come face-to-face with Allan. At first, I’m horrified to be this way in front of him, but then I realize that he’s naked too.

A random guy from back of the room says, “How come the taller guy with bigger hands and feet has the smaller dick? Isn’t that weird?”

I see Allan blush redder than the pink he already was.

Rex says, “I’ll make note of it in the official record.”

In eight years of friendship and sleepovers, Allan and I have never seen each other naked before. I glance down. He is rock-hard, like me. But he’s also smaller than me. That doesn’t bother me though. I actually think that his penis looks quite beautiful. Why am I thinking that?

Allan Asks, “Can we get dressed now?”

Kevin says, “Maybe after Gay Test part two.”

Rex says, “John, a quick final measurement please.”

John produces a cloth tape measure and spends a moment handling my penis. With everything that’s happened tonight, somehow I’m not shocked by what’s happening.

John lets out a low whistle, “6 and ¾ inches! Nice showing Little Dude!”

Rex scrawls something on his clipboard.

Rex and Kevin, tonight’s leaders, have taken center stage. Rex says, “We know you both enjoyed tonight’s journey, but it’s not quite over yet. You are no longer virgins in the technical sense, but you have one more hurdle to cross. That is the hurdle of love.”

Allan and I look at each other, confused.

Kevin says, “You both know now that you were the chosen ones for this year’s Virgin Hunt. What you may not be aware of is that we changed some of the rules. Normally each year, the lured virgins are each locked in separate rooms with three horny girls each and not allowed out until the girls can confirm that deflowering has occurred. But this year, we were informed that the nominees were gay and in love with each other, but they just didn’t know it yet.”

I say, “Who said that?”

Rex says, “Everyone who knows you even a little bit. So, we set to prove two things. First – you’re both gay. That’s been proven. No doubts there.”

Allan says, “I have doubts. I like girls. I always have.”

Kevin says, “I don’t care. Call yourself bi or pan or whatever you want dude. Labels don’t mean shit, but what happened here tonight does. Same-sex love is part of who you are.”

“Is it though? You gave us those blue pills and-”

Rex cuts him off, “No we didn’t. We only told you that we did. All you guys had tonight was two beers – spiked with nothing. Two regular beers, that’s it. The erections you guys are continuing to sport right now? Think about what kinds of things made you hard tonight. No girls ever came down here. Girls were hardly even talked about. Every time you got harder it was from a sight, a word or a thought that was about a boy. Like Dave and Ben tickle fighting, or measuring you up and smelling your shoes. Or you smelling John’s rancid socks.”

John yells out, “Hey!” and the crowd laughs.

Kevin says, “Think about it. There was no chemical aid here. Your raging boners were for the guys in this room and especially for each other.”

I look at Allan and he’s already looking at me. Our arms hang down at our sides, yet still, we’re pointing at each other.

Rex says, “Part two of the Gay Test is to confess your love for each other. You both already passed part one.”

I say, “I thought we both failed.”

Kevin says, “Again, it’s a matter of perspective. If you pretend to be hetero when you’re actually something else, then you failed tonight. But if you pass part two, admit who you are and walk out of here hand-in-hand in love, then how could you be anything but winners?”

Rex says, “Here’s what’s gonna happen. The crowd fun is over. No more humiliation. No more tickling or unsolicited orgasms or being on display. You two are going into the guest bedroom over there, closing the door behind you and your gonna make out. When you realize that everyone else is right and you’re in love with each other, you can come out and go home to finish your weekend of sleeping over together, but the rest of this weekend might involve more than just pizza and video games.”

We are gently guided and pushed into the room. We both sit our naked asses on the made bed. I say, “So, what do you think?”

Allan

What do I think? I think I still have a raging hardon that is apparently all natural with no pharmaceutical assistance. I think that the sight, the touch and even the thought of other guys has been turning me on all night. I think that the cutest boy in this house tonight is sitting on this bed next to me. Actually, he’s the cutest boy I’ve ever met IRL. And his natural boner is pointing right at me. I think I need to tell Bo everything I just thought. So I do.

Bo takes my hands in his and just holds them. We’ve never held hands before. It’s nice. We turn, facing each other and scootch closer together until our legs are wrapped around each other. We hug and smush our bodies into one. Our chests and bellies are pressed together. Our dicks are pressed together. And now I press my lips to his.

Everything that happened to my body tonight was unforgettable, but this still my first ever kiss. It’s so tender, so gentle, so loving and so right. He parts my lips and his tongue finds mine. There are more fireworks going off in my body, but this time it’s even better than before. As our kissing gets more passionate, we start rubbing our bodies into each other. I’m not sure if Bo realizes it our not, but the underside of my erection is rubbing against the underside of his. We keep kissing. We keep grinding. We start moaning. And then…oops. It’s mostly on our chests and bellies, but we seem to have made a new mess. A new mess that is partly on the bed.

Apparently, we made enough noise that Rex decided he needed to check on us. The door flies open and light floods the room. He smiles a genuinely happy beaming smile when he sees us in an embrace, but then he sees the mess, including what’s on the bed.

In unison, Bo and I say, “Sorry.”

Rex says, “Oh, man! My grandma sleeps in here sometimes.”

All three of us laugh.

Bo

While they changed the rules and rewrote the script for this year’s Virgin Hunt, some traditions cannot be broken. In this case, all we got back was our underwear. Our cellphones and our clothing will be kept as souvenirs and evidence along with the notes Rex meticulously took, to represent the official record of this year’s event. They even kept our shoes and socks. We had congratulatory back slaps and butt pats all around as we made our way into the humid night wearing nothing but our precum crusted undies. We were informed that we were actually lucky to even get those back.

We felt like thieves in the night as we snuck around the three blocks back to Allan’s house. We crept from tree to tree and bush to bush. It was 3:00 AM by the time we crashed in his bed.

We slept all through the day on Saturday until dinner time. We were (literally) drained from the night before. We each took showers and got dressed. We spent a couple hours working on a school assignment that was due Monday. We were starving, so Allan called and ordered pizza again.

Allan

Tired of school work, Bo flops backwards on my bed. When he does so, his shirt rides up revealing a strip of vulnerable skin above his sweatpants. I’m getting just a halfmoon peek at what I know is the most perfect and beautiful belly button in the world. My crotch responds.

I distract myself by twisting side to side in my desk chair. Bo props himself on his elbows looks at me with a glint in his eye. He suggests that I go get us some sodas before the delivery guy gets here.

I stand, and he shoots his feet out and hooks them through the arms of my chair. I’m trapped. It’s a pretty awesome place to be trapped: between Bo’s legs. He reaches his arms around to my butt and gabs an ass cheek in each hand. He runs his teeth up and down then length of my now fully erect cock through the fabric of my sweatpants. He reaches up and pulls them down past my hips and I spring free. He takes all of my five inches in his mouth at once and I gasp.

But then the buzzer rings. My parents must be out, because it rings and rings and rings. Bo backs off me and says, “The dude is persistent.”

Then I realize that the buzzing is not the front doorbell at all. It’s not the pizza dude. It’s the alarm on my phone. And I was asleep. I sit up and there rests my phone on my bedside table. It’s not Saturday night, it’s Saturday morning. And I have my phone. And in addition to my crusty, precum stained underwear, I’m wearing my socks and a t-shirt. The way Bo and I always do on our sleepovers. The same socks and t-shirt that I wore to the party last night and didn’t get back. And actually, my underwear isn’t so crusty either. Well, I am an eighteen-year-old boy, so no more crusty than usual.

I pick up my phone and silence the alarm. It’s 9:00 AM. I glance to my left and there’s Bo in his usual weekend sleepover spot, also wearing his t-shirt and socks. I look down at the floor and there are my jeans and my Osiris high tops, right where I must have discarded them last night. Bo stirs on his side of my bed. I can see from here that his jeans and sneakers are on the floor too. What is going on here?

Bo sits up, “Oh, right. You set the alarm because you wanted us to go to that signing at the bookstore this morning. Do you still want to go?”

“Maybe?”

He says, “I think something was wrong with that pizza last night. It gave me really weird dreams.”

I say, “Right. We stayed home. We didn’t go to Mindy’s party.”

Bo sighs, “Why did we chicken out?”

I stick him with my elbow. “You are why! You started in with that whole Virgin Hunt crap. Everyone knows it’s not real. It’s lore. Then you were all like, ‘we don’t know her younger brother Rex and if we get stuck with the guys, it’ll just suck”. You are why we didn’t go.”

He looks up at me with big brown eyes, “Did you have weird dreams too?”

I nod, “The weirdest.”

He says, “In a strange way, I feel like we did go to that party.”

I double check and all of our stuff is still here. I even pretend like I have an itch on my foot so I can pull down my sock and see if the bottom of my foot is dirty. After the three block barefoot walk home, we both had dirty black soles of our feet. Were dead tired and didn’t clean ourselves up at all. Right now, my foot is spotless. Clean and probably as odor free as ever.

I say, “I kind of feel that way too.”

So, was it all a dream? It had to be. Just a case of eating bad pizza. Did Bo have the same weird dream I had? Is that even possible? What if he did? Should I ask him? What if he didn’t and I got stuck telling him about the homoerotic dream I had starring him. I’d have to tell him all of the things those guys did to me. And then the things we said to each other. And did to each other. Can I do that? Do I really feel those things?

Bo smiles at me and I feel a tingle run down my spine. He says, “Well, at least we won’t still be virgins when college starts.”

“We won’t?”

I notice that the way we are sitting cross-legged on my bed, my left knee is touching his right knee. And my right foot is pressed against his left foot. Neither of us makes a move to back away.

Bo opens his hand and places it palm up on my leg. I take his hand in mine and he gives a squeeze, sending another jolt of electricity through me. I risk a glance down and see that we both have stiffies. I think he really might be a couple inches bigger than me.

He replies, “No, we won’t.” He scrunches his toes against mine and I scrunch back.

I say, “I suppose we do have all summer.”

He grins again, “And right now.”

“Huh?”

He leans in and kisses me. It’s the 4th of July again inside my body, except this time, it’s not a dream. That was a dream last night, right? Right. Of course it was. I kiss him back. I learned some technique in that dream last night and I surprise Bo with my tongue.

As we break apart, I smile back at him. I press my hand on his heart, “Bo, I think that just maybe we both had the same dream last night.”

I get up and walk over to my bedroom door, my full-mast erection guiding me and pointing the way. I lock the door and say to Bo, “Fuck the book signing.” I climb back in bed.

He says, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes.”

“Do your feet really never stink? Like, never? Not even after like a run or something? What eighteen-year-old boy never has smelly shoes or feet?”

I laugh, “I guess your eighteen-year-old boy doesn’t. I also guess there’s a long, hot summer ahead of us where you can conduct your own private investigation into the matter every single day.”

He giggles, “I plan to.”

“And let me ask you something. Do you really have the world’s most ticklish belly?”

“You also have every day to find out. The best decision we ever made in our lives was the decision to be college roommates,” he says.

“No duh.”

We both laugh. We kiss again.

Bo says, “I think I love you.”

A warmth spreads though me. I say, “Me to. I think I always have. I just didn’t know it.”

He grins, “We knew. We just didn’t know we knew.”