Hung Buddies

*beep, beep, beep*

The alarm subconsciously causes me to groan. I roll over in my king-sized bed towards my nightstand and look over at the clock. My squinted eyes make out the numbers 6:15 on the display. I hit the snooze button on top of the mechanical device and contemplate going back to sleep. Maybe just another hour of sleep, I think to myself, but my thoughts are interrupted by my roommate opening my bedroom door.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty. The gym awaits.”

I made an audible noise of annoyance as I fight the grasp that my sleeping mind has on me. I rub my eyes and look over at Derek. He already has a red tank on to match his black shorts along with some white sneakers and a black baseball cap that is worn backwards.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Give me 20 minutes and I’ll be ready, dude.” I groggily reply.

He shuts the door as I throw the covers off my body and place my feet onto the hardwood floors. I stumble into the bathroom and turn on the lights, my eyes adjusting to the bright fluorescent lights as I see my shirtless reflection in the mirror.

I’m automatically pleased with that I see. I’ve put in a lot of work in the gym this past year and my 185lb weight with my 5’10 stature shows this. I told myself in the beginning of 2022 that I’d put myself through hell in the gym to get the body that I wanted and that’s exactly what I did.

For those that don’t know, my name is Caden. My friends called me Cade for short and that’s what the back of my Soccer jersey had above my number. I’m 25, 26 in February, and the oldest of a younger sister and brother.

This is my senior year and last semester at the University of Florida. It’s currently early-January in 2023 and I’m about to graduate with a degree in Biomedical Sciences. I’m currently a surgery scheduler for an Orthopedic surgeon to help pay the bills. What am I going to do after graduation? No fucking clue.

My current schedule definitely keeps me busy. Part of the reason that I through myself into the gym this past year was because of a bad breakup I had at the end of 2021. Her name was Brianna and she was a royal cunt. End of story, don’t want to linger on that bullshit.

I remove my grey sweats and American Eagle briefs, turn on the hot water, and hop in the shower. I wet my dark blonde hair and start to lather the shampoo in, my fingers getting slightly tangled in the curls that almost touch my eyebrows.

I rinse the shampoo and then conditioner out of my hair and grab the body wash. I start on my neck and work around my broad shoulders before going over my large pecs that are lightly covered with hair. My fingertips lightly brush my sensitive nipples, which are already getting hard from the simple touch. My hands go down further, soaping up my ribbed abdomen that thousands of crunches helped with.

I begin going over my thighs and take a look at my prized possessions. Genetics did certainly bless me in the equipment department. My cut cock hangs about 6 inches soft and 9 inches hard. This is emphasized my by two large balls that stay ready for endless supply of cum. My buddy here gets the job done.

I start to work on my ass next. Now this ass isn’t thanks to genetics, but hard time in the gym. I’m damn proud of this ass. I massage both sides and make sure to get into the middle. Say what you want about straight guys, but I make sure my ass and hope are clean. I’m no stranger to the pleasures this part of my body can give me and I have no shame in saying that.

I finish up my legs/feet and end my shower after rinsing. I pull the curtain back and grab the towel that is hanging off the hook by my wall-in closet door next to the tub. I dry off my body and head to the closet.

My closet also has my full-size dresser in it. I open the top drawer and grab a pair of briefs that say bite me over the crotch and the ass. Derek will probably give me shit about these when he sees them in the gym locker room after our session, I smile to myself and laugh internally at the thought.

I put on some grey shorts that hug my ass well and stop a quarter of the way down to my knees.  I grab a black tank that show my arms and shoulders nicely. I slide into my black and grey sneakers and head over to the sink. After my teeth are brushed, deodorant is put on, and I wash my face before grabbing a white beanie. I look at my phone and it’s been 25 minutes, not too bad for wanting to go back to sleep.

“Took you long enough.” Derek’s says as I walk out into the living room.

“Eat my ass.”

“That’s your thing, man. Not mine.”

I lunged my water bottle I grabbed off the nightstand in my bedroom. He threw only his right hand up and caught it. Fucking baseball players.

I’ve known Derek my entire life. We grew up in the same small time and moved near our college when we were both accepted here our Freshman  year. We both played sports in high school and now college, him getting into baseball and me deciding to go into soccer. With sports, he’s got a similar build as me and weights nearly the same.

“Shut up.” I say, not surprised he made that comment. I’ve always told him everything and vice versa. He knows I’ve gotten into girls playing with my ass before. We’re not shy about telling each other details of our sexual experiences. It’s what guys do, right?

“Let’s go, dude. I’m ready to pump some weight.” Derek says. He looks like he’s been up for at least a few hours.

“What time did you wake up, bro?” I ask.

“4:30am. I wanted get a shower before you took all the hot water so I let you get your beauty rest.”

“That explains why I look better than you.” I laugh at my own comment.

“Dude, you wish you looked this good.” He pulled up his shirt to flex for me. I could see his toned 8-pack abs that had a thick happy trail that went into the waistband of his shorts.

“Put that hairy stomach away, nobody wants to see that.” I tease at him.

“The whole world wants to see this, man. I’m a god. Don’t mock the hair. The ladies love the trail that leads to a manly bush”. He gropes his crotch proudly. “Not my fault you keep it trimmed down there.”

“Yeah, yeah. Did you already make our protein shakes?” I ask.

“Yeah, man. They’re in the car. Let’s go.”

Derek grabs his keys and I follow him out the door. After he locks our on-campus apartment, we head towards his car. I hop into the passenger’s seat as he opens the driver door and gets in. He cranks the ignition and we begin our 7 minute commute towards the gym. This is our personal gym slightly away from campus where we can avoid our coaches.

“Didn’t you have a date last night?” I ask him.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, Mr. Mystery. How’d it go?”

“I should’ve just stayed home and jacked off like you were probably doing. They would’ve been more enjoyable.”

“Who said I was jacking off?” I asked.

“You do every night, bro. You haven’t been on a date since your breakup, how else do I expect you to get some relief? Plus, we live on-campus. Our apartment doesn’t exactly have sound proof walls. Don’t be embarrassed about it. We all do it.”

“I’m not, just didn’t know you heard me.” I laughed it off. “Wasn’t this the third date, how far did you get?” I asked curiously.

“We finished dinner and I suggested going back to her place for desert. I line that always works for me and it did just that. It got us to her apartment.”

“Okay? I’m not hearing anything bad, dude.”

“It was going great. As soon as we get into her apartment, we start making out. She tasted like cherries and she was all over me. We fall into her bed and everything is going smoothly. I’m hard as a rock and she bites down on my lip and gasps when she starts rubbing my dick and had this nervous look on her face.”

“You’re not exactly small, dude. I’ve seen you in the showers. I get why she’d be nervous.”

“It’s happened before, I’ve told you this. I looked her in the eye and tried explaining to her that there’s no pressure. I told her I wouldn’t rush her to do anything she didn’t want to do.”

“What a gentleman.”

“Shut the hell up and listen. So the clothes come off and she goes to give me head. She chokes right when she puts it in her mouth and gags a little. She then runs to the bathroom and vomits then says she has to leave because she’s not feeling good.”

I can’t help it and I burst into laughter. “I get it, man. It’s happened to me before.” I say.

“Haha, so funny. That’s one thing you got lucky with when you were dating Brianna. I remember you telling me she never struggled with taking you all the way.”

“True, but let’s not talk about her. You know I don’t like to.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m just saying she..”

“Dude, that’s enough. She slept with my little brother and I want to move the fuck past this conversation. Okay?” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, man. My bad, I’m sorry.”

“No worries. What’re you working on today?”

“Legs. I definitely need it. How about you?”

“Same, dude. Got to keep this ass fat for the ladies.”

“Sure, you do that.” He winked at me.

We pulled into the parking lot and got out of his car. We see that it’s not too busy at this time of the day. I look at my AppleWatch and it’s barely 7:00am. We open the doors and head for the treadmills. We always start with cardio before every session.

After about a 30 minute run and sweat drenching our shirts, we head over to the weights. We do some exercises with and without weight for about 45 minutes until we’re both satisfied with our burn.

We head to the lockers and begin taking off our sweaty clothes. Once we’re both in our jocks, we grab our towels/soap and head towards the showers. The showers are what you’d expect for a smaller gym with multiple shower heads and no dividers between. With Derek and I being lifelong friends, there’s never been any privacy between us and being naked in front of each other has never been an issue.

I take off my jock and turn the shower head on fully hot as Derek hands me the soap that we share. I step into the water and began to lather myself up as my back is turned to Derek.

“Damn, dude. I swear your ass has grown since this morning.” Derek tells me.

“Oh, you mean this ass?” I playfully smack my right ass cheek just to watch it bounce and brag about my hard work.

“Two can play that game.” He smacks my left ass cheek just as hard and laughs. “You’ve got a girls ass, bro.” He smirks at me.

“Bitch, here’s the soap. Worry about your own ass.” I toss the soap to him and he catches it easily. I start to rinse my body as he begins to lather his. I glance over at him and can see how people think we’re brothers. Derek’s body is nearly exactly like mine. His dark brown hair takes contrast over my dark blonde. He was right in the way that his body is harrier than mine. I keep my chest, pubes, and even my ass trimmed while Derek is more natural.

“Might want to shave downstairs or girls aren’t going to be able to find what they’re looking for, man.” I say as I tease him.

“You’re full of shit. Don’t you remember our Freshman year when we measured our dicks together? We’re both the same length and girth. Some man hair isn’t going to hide my 9 inches of meat.” He states as he grabs his cock and starts swinging it like a helicopter.

I laugh as he rinses off his body. We joke around way too much. We turn off the showers and head towards the lockers to get dressed. As we’re sliding our jocks on, Derek looks over at me.

“You going to the party tomorrow night?” He asks me.

“Yeah, man. Figured I’d ride with you.”

“For sure, but do you want to make a bet?” He winks at me. We have this tradition that once a year we each get each other and the winner gets to be the others wingman at the next party.

“What’s the bet?” I ask him.

“Let’s jack off together when we get home, like we used to do in high school. Who ever shoots their load the farthest wins and the loser applies to the party tomorrow night.”

“Man, aren’t we a little old for that?”

“We’ve never been hornier, dude. You haven’t been out with a girl in over a year and I’ve had blue balls for now three dates. Let’s take our hormones and turn this into a healthy competition. Don’t pussy out on me.”

“Fine, I’m in. Don’t be a bitch when I beat you.”

“We’ll see about that.” I declare.

We put our clothes on and head towards the door. It’s about 9am and people are starting to trickle in. We go outside and get into Derek’s care. “While we’re driving home, go ahead and look for a video for us to watch.”

“Sure, man. What scenario are we feeling?”

“Let’s do one with a girl who has a big ass.”

“Do we care what ethnicity?”

“Not at all. I don’t discriminate.”

“Sweet. Here’s a thumbnail that looks to match that. I’ve got it ready.”

“Hells yeah. Let’s go bust a bit, bro.”

We fist bump and listen to some music the rest of the way. An alternative song is ending as we pull into the parking lot of the Senior dorms. Derek turns the car off and we head into our first floor apartment.

“I’ll grab the lube, you AirPlay your phone onto the TV.” Derek instructs me.

“Sounds good, bro.” I share my screen onto the TV in the living room and sit down onto our couch. Derek comes out less than a minute later and is already naked with the lube is his hand, his 6 inch soft dick swinging between his thick thighs. He looks over at me with a question on his face.

“Why are you wearing clothes, dude?” He asked me curiously.

“I was waiting on you, but I see you’re ready to go.”

“Yeah, man. I haven’t blown a load since the beginning of last month. I’m so wound up. Now, get that big dick of yours out and let’s get to it.”

…To Be Continued…