Jake
Me and Ethan have been glued at the hip since middle school. Football, lifting, chasing girls—if I was doing it, he was probably right there too. We’re both cut from the same cloth: jock bros who talk more shit than we probably should, always fist bumping, slapping each other on the back, messing around.
Now we’re twenty-two, fresh out of college, splitting rent on a two-bedroom in the city. Not much to look at—cheap carpet, tiny kitchen, couch we dragged up three flights of stairs—but it’s ours. Two bros against the world.
Ethan’s the tall one. Six-one, broad shoulders, blond hair he never bothers to comb, hazel eyes that always look like he’s up to something. His body’s the kind of thing you get from years of lifting and not missing a leg day—big chest, thick thighs, tight waist.
Me? I’m a little shorter, five-eleven, stockier. Dark hair, olive skin, brown eyes. Same build as him, though—I hit the gym hard, and it shows. We’ve got the same dumb tattoos from senior year football, same cocky grins in all the photos. Two bros who look like they belong on a frat house poster.
We hang out most nights after work. Tonight, it’s beers and trash talk, Xbox humming in the background. We’re half-watching a game, half-arguing about who’s better at… well, pretty much anything.
“You’re all talk, bro,” Ethan says, kicking my leg. “I’m telling you, I could outlast you easy.”
“Bullshit,” I laugh, swigging my beer. “You blow your load too fast. Always have. Remember senior year? Carly told Megan you only lasted like, two minutes.”
He groans, chucking a cushion at me. “You’re still on that? Shit was years ago, man. I’ve leveled up since then.”
“Yeah right.” I grin, leaning back. “Bet I could out-jerk you any day.”
The words hang there, stupid at first, but then Ethan smirks. “Oh yeah? You wanna test that, bro?”
I raise an eyebrow. “The fuck are you saying?”
“I’m saying,” he leans forward, grinning like he’s about to win something big, “we whip ‘em out right here, right now. See who’s better at stroking.”
I bark out a laugh. “You’re fucked up, dude.”
“What, scared?”
That does it. I never back down from Ethan, not since we were kids. He knows it too—his smirk just widens when I shift forward, already undoing my shorts. “Alright, asshole. You asked for it.”
I can’t believe we’re doing this. One second, me and Ethan are talking shit about who’s better at jerking off, and the next, I’m staring at his cock—big, thick, veins standing out, the head wet and shiny like it’s begging to be touched. My own cock’s just as hard, throbbing in time with my heartbeat, slick with pre. It feels heavy in my hand already, balls tight, like they know what’s coming.
“Fuck, bro,” I mutter, giving him a grin. “Let’s settle this for real.”
Ethan smirks back, cock twitching. “Yeah? You sure you can handle me, man?”
“Oh, I’ll handle you, alright,” I say, sliding closer. My fingers graze his thigh before I wrap my hand around his cock. Jesus, it’s hot and thick, twitching against my palm. I can feel every vein, every pulse. My own cock leaks at the thought.
He grabs me too, and the second his fist closes around me, I let out a grunt. “Fuck, dude…” It feels unreal—his hand’s rougher than mine, tighter, and he knows what he’s doing.
We start stroking slow, teasing, testing. My thumb slides over his slick tip, circling, smearing pre down his shaft. He groans, hips jerking. “Damn, Jake… you’re good, man.”
I laugh low. “Told you. You’re gonna lose this one, bro.”
We speed up, hands pumping in sync. The room fills with the sound of slick skin, heavy breathing, low grunts. I lean into him, our chests brushing, his breath hot against my cheek. Every time he moans, my cock throbs harder in his grip.
“Shit, that feels insane,” he mutters.
“Yeah? Wait till I really work you.” I squeeze his cock tighter, stroking faster, dragging my thumb across that sweet spot under the head. He gasps, hips bucking. That sound alone makes my balls draw up tight.
We switch positions—he lies back on the couch, legs spread, and I kneel between them. I’ve got both hands on him now, stroking slow and hard, watching every twitch, every shiver. He jerks me back in return, his fist gliding fast and rough, twisting at the tip.
“Fuck, bro, you’re dripping all over,” he teases, grinning up at me.
“Yeah? Whose fault you think that is?” I grunt, pumping him harder. “You’re leaking like crazy too, man. Look at that cock… fuck, you’re throbbing in my hand.”
His head falls back, groaning loud, and I know he’s close. I climb up, straddling him, and now we’re cock to cock, pressed together, both of us gripping the other. Slick shafts grinding, tips smearing pre over each other, balls slapping. The friction is insane—hot, wet, slippery, everything I ever wanted.
“Jesus, Jake… I’m not gonna last,” Ethan gasps, eyes screwed shut.
“Don’t hold back, bro,” I growl, pumping us both fast, hard, cocks sliding against each other. “Cum with me. Come on, let’s blow this together.”
The pressure’s too much—I feel it snap inside me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I shout as I explode, cum shooting up my stomach, pulsing out in thick ropes. My whole body jerks with every spurt, balls clenching, cock throbbing in Ethan’s grip.
He loses it too, cock twitching hard in my hand as he sprays up his chest, groaning loud, hips bucking into me. I don’t stop stroking him, milking every drop, watching his abs tighten as wave after wave hits.
We collapse together, sticky, sweaty, cocks still twitching between us. My chest heaves, arms trembling from the intensity.
I laugh, breathless. “Guess I win, bro.”
Ethan grins, cum dripping down his stomach. “Nah, man. That was a draw.”
I smirk, still feeling aftershocks pulse through my cock. “Fine. But next time? We go even harder.”
“Bet,” he says, still gasping. “You’re on.”
I slump against him, chest heaving, my cock still twitching, dribbling the last few drops down my shaft. My whole body feels wrecked, heavy, skin buzzing. Sweat sticks us together where our chests touch, and both our stomachs are smeared with cum, hot and messy.
“Fuck…” I mutter, head dropping onto his shoulder. “That was… damn, bro.”
Ethan laughs breathlessly, voice rough. “Yeah, man. That was insane. I can’t believe we actually did that.”
I grin against his skin, still tasting salt and sweat in the air. “Yeah, well… I think we both needed it. Shit felt too good.”
He tilts his head, looking down at my hand still resting on his thigh. His cock twitches weakly, soft but still heavy. “Dude, the way you grabbed me? Tight as hell… had me seeing stars.”
I chuckle, shifting a little, cum sticking between us. “Yeah? You like that squeeze, huh?”
“Fuck yeah,” he says, smirking. “And that thumb trick… when you rubbed under the head? Holy shit, bro. Thought I was gonna bust right then.”
I grin wider, pride swelling in my chest. “Knew you’d lose it there. That’s my secret weapon.”
He nudges me with his shoulder. “Well, your ‘weapon’ had me leaking like crazy. You’re a fuckin’ machine, Jake.”
I glance down at his stomach, streaked with his load, still glistening. My own cum’s cooling on my abs, sticky against my skin. I drag a finger through it lazily, holding it up with a smirk. “Yeah, and look at the mess we made. Shit’s everywhere.”
Ethan groans, flopping his head back on the couch cushion. “Best fuckin’ mess I’ve ever been in. Can’t believe how hard I shot with you working me. Nobody’s ever stroked me like that.”
That gets me, deep. My cock gives one last twitch, almost like it’s proud. I grin, leaning back against the couch. “Same here, man. Your grip? Fuck. Way tighter than mine. Felt like you knew exactly when to twist, when to go rough.”
He turns his head toward me, grinning. “So what you’re saying is… I had you moaning like a bitch.”
I laugh, shoving him lightly. “Yeah, whatever, bro. Don’t act like you weren’t whimpering when I had you in my fist.”
His ears go red, and he chuckles. “Okay, fair. Guess we both had each other.”
Silence hangs for a moment, not awkward—just heavy, satisfied. The room smells like sweat and cum, air thick with it, our bodies still warm against each other.
I finally mutter, “Gotta say, man… didn’t think jerking off with you would feel that good.”
He grins slow, cocky. “Guess we found out.”
I lean back against the couch, still catching my breath. My skin’s tacky with sweat, my abs streaked with cum, and my cock’s finally softening, though it still gives little twitches like it isn’t done. Ethan sprawls beside me, chest rising and falling, his hair damp, his skin glowing from the heat we just worked up.
I laugh low, rubbing a hand over my face. “Damn, man. Didn’t think I’d ever say this, but… jerking off with you? Might be the best nut I’ve had.”
Ethan snorts, tossing his head to look at me. “No shit. I was about ready to tap out halfway through. You had me leaking all over your hand.”
I smirk, remembering how his cock pulsed in my grip. “Yeah, you were dripping like a busted faucet, bro. Thought you’d lose it way before me.”
“Yeah, well…” He scratches the back of his neck, grinning. “Guess you’re better at this than I gave you credit for.”
We sit in the comfortable silence for a minute, the smell of cum thick in the air. My mind’s still buzzing, but I can’t help it—I glance over at him, at the mess we made, at his cock lying heavy against his thigh, streaked and wet.
“You know…” I start slowly, voice low. “We could… make this a regular thing.”
Ethan raises an eyebrow. “What, like… practice sessions?”
I chuckle. “Hell yeah. Call it… training. Two bros making each other bust harder than ever.”
He laughs, then actually nods. “Shit, man. I wouldn’t mind. That was insane. And… I feel like it could get even better.”
My cock twitches at the thought. “Better how?”
He licks his lips, thinking. “For one… lube. I mean, your spit and pre did the job, but imagine some slick-ass lube. Hands sliding like glass, making it last longer.”
I groan just picturing it. “Fuck, yeah. That’d be nuts.”
He smirks. “And… maybe try some new moves. Like… two hands, twisting, really milking it.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Damn, bro, you’ve been thinking about this, huh?”
“Just saying…” he grins. “We only scratched the surface. Could stroke side by side, grind ‘em together again… shit, maybe even see what else works.”
My chest tightens at that, not from nerves but from how hard the idea hits me. I glance down at my cock, still soft but heavy, and I know it won’t take much to get me hard again.
“Alright then,” I say with a smirk. “Regular thing. We’ll test shit out. Push each other. See who busts harder every time.”
Ethan chuckles, stretching out and smearing cum across his abs. “Damn right. And next time, Jake? I’m walking away the winner.”
I grin, shaking my head. “Not a chance, bro. You’re mine every round.”
He laughs, and we sit there in the sticky mess, already thinking about round two.
The couch is a wreck—smeared with sweat, streaks of cum drying on our skin, everything sticky. I groan and lean back, wiping my stomach with the back of my hand. “Damn, bro. We need a shower. Can’t sit in this mess.”
Ethan chuckles, running a hand over his abs where he’s still coated. “Yeah, you’re right. Feels like I got glued to the couch.”
We haul ourselves up, still naked, still dripping. My legs feel weak, but I’m grinning as we head for the bathroom. The air’s cooler in there, the tiles hard under my feet. I twist the shower on, steam starting to rise, water hissing hot.
We step in together, no hesitation now. The spray hits my skin, washing sweat and cum down my chest, and I let out a low groan. Ethan steps under too, water running down over his shoulders, tracing lines over his chest, down his abs, dripping over his cock.
For the first time, I really look at him—not just his cock in my hand, not just the heat of him grinding against me—but his whole body. His chest, smooth and solid, nipples hard under the water. His abs flex as he runs a hand through his wet hair. His cock hangs heavy, soft but thick, balls swaying with the water rushing over them.
“Fuck…” I mutter before I catch myself.
He smirks, catching me staring. “What?”
I shake my head, grinning. “Nothing, bro. Just… damn. You look good.”
He laughs, low and warm. “You too, man. Never thought I’d be checking out your ass in the shower, but here we are.”
We laugh, but the heat between us doesn’t fade. If anything, it builds. I reach for the soap, lathering it in my hands, then without thinking, I drag it across his chest. He freezes, then smirks, letting me rub the suds over his pecs, down his stomach. His skin’s hot and slick under my fingers.
“Damn, Jake… you washing me now?”
“Hell yeah,” I say, grinning. “Gotta make sure you’re clean… everywhere.”
I slide lower, soaping his abs, then down to his cock. Even soft, it’s thick and heavy in my hand, twitching at the touch. His breath hitches.
“Shit…” he mutters, leaning back against the tile. “That feels good, bro.”
I look up at him through the steam, grinning. “Yeah? You like that?”
His eyes are half-lidded, watching me stroke him slowly under the water, soap and slickness making every movement glide. His cock swells in my hand again, heavy, thickening fast.
“Fuck, Jake…” he groans. “You’re… unreal, man.”
The water beats down on us, heat and steam wrapping around, bodies slick and shining. For the first time, it’s not a dare or a competition—it’s exploration. My hand traces over his hips, his thighs, learning every curve, every line of him. He does the same to me, running slick fingers down my back, over my ass, making me shiver.
We stand there, water rushing over us, cocks growing hard again under each other’s touch. The shower becomes our new arena, but it feels different—slower, hungrier, curious. Like we’ve only just started figuring out how far this can go.
The steam makes everything hazy, water beating on my back, our skin slick and shining. My hand’s still stroking Ethan’s cock, steady and slow, and he’s hard again—thick and pulsing, tip flushed dark under the spray. His grip on me’s the same, and I can’t hold back the groans slipping out of my throat.
“Fuck, man,” I mutter, forehead almost touching his. “Never thought I’d be this into it.”
He smirks, voice low and ragged. “Yeah, me neither… but it feels too good to stop.”
The air between us tightens. My eyes flick to his mouth—water dripping from his lips, parted, breath hot. I don’t think, I just lean in. Our lips meet, hesitant at first, then harder when he doesn’t pull away. It’s wet, rough, teeth clicking, tongues clashing—hungry, messy, but real.
“Shit…” he groans against my mouth. “Didn’t know kissing a dude could feel like that.”
“Same,” I breathe, kissing him again, harder, our cocks grinding together under the spray. His hand squeezes my ass suddenly, and a shiver shoots up my spine.
“Damn, bro,” I gasp.
He chuckles, fingers kneading my ass. “Couldn’t help it. You got a nice fuckin’ ass, Jake.”
I laugh breathlessly, but fuck, it turns me on. My hips buck into him, grinding our cocks together, slippery and hot. He spreads my cheeks with one hand, and I feel a finger trace lower, slick from the water. The touch makes me jerk, groaning into his mouth.
“Whoa… you serious?” I mutter, but I don’t move away.
He smirks against my lips. “Just curious, man. Wanna see what it’s like.”
I swallow hard, but my body’s already answering. “Fuck it… go ahead.”
His finger presses in slowly, just the tip, sliding slick with water. My breath stutters, and I grip his shoulders tight. It’s strange at first, pressure I’m not used to—but then my cock twitches hard, throbbing in his other hand.
“Jesus…” I groan, head dropping to his shoulder. “That’s… fuck, that’s good.”
He pushes a little deeper, careful, exploring, and I grind against him harder, the mix of sensation blowing my mind. My own hand drifts down between his cheeks, curiosity sparking hot in my chest. I find him slick and waiting, pressing a finger inside.
His head snaps back, a loud moan spilling out. “Fuck, Jake!”
We’re both gasping now, cocks grinding, fingers buried in each other’s asses, mouths crashing together in messy, hungry kisses. The shower pounds down over us, washing everything clean even as we get dirtier by the second.
It’s not just a dare anymore. It’s us, pushing each other further, finding out just how good this can get.
Ethan’s finger slides deeper, my whole body jerking against him. I grip his shoulders tight, groaning into the steam. “Fuck, bro… didn’t think I’d like that, but holy shit.”
He grins, lips brushing my ear. “Yeah? You’re squeezing me so tight, Jake. Didn’t know your ass could feel this good around my finger.”
I shudder, cock throbbing between us. “Yeah, well, you should feel how yours is clenching on me. Fucking hot, man. Didn’t think this would turn me on so much.”
He moans low, kissing me hard, messy and hungry. Our tongues slide, our fingers explore, both of us lost in it. But after a minute, I pull back, breathing heavy.
“Bro… if you keep that up, I’m gonna bust just from your finger.”
He chuckles, kissing me again, then pulling his hand back. “Not a bad way to go. But you’re right—we started this with our hands. Let’s finish it that way.”
I grin, grabbing his cock again. It’s rock hard, veins standing out, hot and slick from the water. He grabs me too, and we start stroking in rhythm, cocks pressed side by side, tips smearing pre across each other as we pump.
This time, though, we’re kissing while we do it. Every stroke is matched by a kiss—sometimes deep, tongues tangling, sometimes just lips brushing, gasps mixing. The water beats down on us, washing away the soap but not the heat.
“Fuck, Ethan,” I groan against his mouth. “Your hand feels even better this time. Slick as hell.”
“Yeah, bro,” he pants, stroking me faster. “Your cock’s dripping like crazy. So fucking hard in my hand. Can feel every vein.”
We grind closer, our fists pumping side by side, our cocks sliding against each other with every stroke. His tongue pushes into my mouth as I squeeze his shaft tighter, dragging my thumb over his tip. He moans into me, hips jerking, and the sound makes my balls tighten.
“Shit… I’m close, Jake,” he gasps. “Gonna fucking blow again.”
“Do it with me,” I growl, stroking him harder, kissing him deep. “Bust with me, bro.”
Our cocks throb in sync, fists pumping faster, slippery and hot. The pressure builds, unbearable, and then I lose it—groaning into his mouth as my cock explodes, thick cum shooting onto our stomachs, mixing instantly with the shower spray. Ethan jerks hard against me, moaning into the kiss as his cock pulses in my hand, spraying up his abs and chest, spilling over my fingers.
We keep stroking through it, milking every drop, kissing like we can’t get enough. Cum washes down our bodies, disappearing in the drain, but the heat lingers, throbbing in our cocks and in the press of our mouths.
When it finally slows, we collapse against each other, still kissing lazily under the water, cocks softening in our hands.
“Fuck, Jake…” Ethan mutters between kisses. “That was… unreal.”
I laugh softly, lips still brushing his. “Yeah, bro. Best shower I’ve ever had.”
We towel off, steam still clinging to the bathroom, and for a second I wonder if it’ll hit me—if it’ll feel weird, what we just did. But it doesn’t. Not at all. My body’s loose, humming, skin still tingling where his hands touched me.
I pull on some shorts and a T-shirt, and Ethan does the same. We wander back to the couch, the same one we wrecked earlier, but now it’s covered with a blanket to hide the evidence. He flops down first, legs spread, hair still damp, and I drop beside him, shoulder brushing his.
For a moment, it’s quiet. Not awkward—just the kind of silence that feels heavy in a good way. I lean back, sighing. “Damn, bro. I feel like I just ran a marathon.”
Ethan chuckles, stretching his arms behind his head. “Yeah, except way better than any workout I’ve ever had.”
I grin, glancing at him. “So… this isn’t weird for you? Us doing all that?”
He shakes his head immediately. “Nah. You kidding? That was fucking awesome. Best I’ve felt in a long time. Why would that be weird?”
Something eases in my chest at that. I laugh, shaking my head. “Good. ‘Cause I was thinking the same thing.”
He nudges me with his shoulder. “Guess that means we’re on the same page, then.”
We sit there, relaxed, still buzzing from everything, but not hiding it, not pretending it didn’t happen. If anything, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. Two bros hanging out—just… closer than before.
Ethan picks up the TV remote, flips it on like nothing happened, and we settle into the couch. My body’s calm now, spent, but every time I glance at him, at the faint grin on his face, I know we’ll end up doing it again.
Not because of a dare. Not because of a bet.
Because it felt too damn good not to.
To be continued..
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