We were lying on our beds in our room, like always. Me with my phone, Austin with some dumb podcast playing in the background. The vibe was chill, no tension… until it wasn’t.
“Dude,” he said suddenly, glancing at me, “I bet my soft dick is still bigger than yours when you’re hard.”
I looked at him like he’d lost his damn mind.
“What the fuck?”
“Just a feeling.” He shrugged, like he was talking about the weather.
“You really sit there thinking about my dick?”
He laughed. “Sounds like you’re scared to find out.”
I propped myself up on my elbows.
“You wanna test that?”
He looked at me for a second, deciding if we were still joking.
“Alright. But you first.”
I started laughing. “Right. You throw the challenge, and I’m the one who’s supposed to get naked?”
“Unless you’re already scared to lose,” he muttered, stretching out lazily on the bed.
I stood up without a word. Looked him dead in the eye and started sliding down my pants. Slowly. On purpose. Austin stopped laughing. His eyes drifted down.
When my boxers dropped to my thighs, that smug grin vanished. He didn’t say anything. Just stared.
“Your turn,” I said.
He sat up, pulled down his shorts and boxers in one motion. My eyes dropped immediately.
“Fuck…” I muttered. “Okay, you weren’t lying. But that’s soft, right?”
He gave me that crooked smile.
“We’ll see what happens when it’s hard.”
Austin stood and stepped closer. We were both naked, standing face to face on the soft carpet between the beds. Our dicks hanging loose, like they were sizing each other up too. No more jokes. Just silent measuring.
We kept locking eyes, but glancing down every few seconds.
“Well, Matt?” he asked, sliding his hand casually across his hip. “Still think you’ve got a shot?”
“Not sure. But I can measure properly. For science.”
I stepped closer. Our cocks were maybe a few centimeters apart now. Austin didn’t move back. Neither did I.
He glanced at mine, then at his.
“Yours is straighter. Mine’s got that nice curve.”
“You’re saying that ‘cause you’re scared of the truth.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Then touch it. See for yourself.”
I didn’t need more convincing. I reached out, wrapping my hand around the base. Heavy in my palm. Warm. Skin smooth. I felt it twitch just slightly. Austin looked right at my face, but didn’t say a word. Just swallowed hard.
- Okay," I said after a while. - You have the length.
“Let me weigh in too,” he replied, and without asking, grabbed my dick. Confident grip. Slightly tight.
I shivered a little. His fingers squeezed firmer. He stroked down, checking for stiffness even though I was still soft.
“Pretty thick,” he said, impressed. “You surprised me, man.”
We were close. My hand on his dick. His on mine. Staring at each other with a tension that wasn’t funny anymore.
“Good,” he said. "We compared the hanging ... now let's see who is more impressive when fully hard."
I frowned.
"What, do you have an erection problem? Do you need help?", I asked with a smile.
"You can help. For objectivity's sake."
I don’t know who started. Maybe me. Maybe him. Maybe it was the exact same second. But once our hands reached for our dicks again, there was no doubt we meant it.
Austin stared into my eyes, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other reaching for mine.
“Alright, Matt. Let’s see who gets hard first.”
I gripped his slowly. Felt it throb a little in my hand, like even just being touched was enough to trigger him. His skin was hot, tight. I moved my hand down, then back up.
“Rising nicely,” I murmured.
“Yours doesn’t wanna lose either.” He squeezed mine back.
We stood there, feet apart, cocks in hand. Started stroking. Slow. Then faster. He breathed heavier. So did I. No jokes now. This wasn’t play. This was a staredown, both waiting to see who’d break first.
“Fuck, Matt…” he growled. “Didn’t think it’d be this… intense.”
“We’re not even halfway.”
“Oh yeah?” He smirked. “Then show me what’s next.”
I let go of his dick and crouched in front of him. Not fully, just enough to run my tongue across the tip. Austin gasped. Shuddered. His hips shifted.
“Dude, that’s not fair…” he panted.
“You were struggling to get hard. I’m helping.”
He was already hard. So was I. Our hands found their way back. Slower this time. I felt his grip tighten with more confidence, like he wasn’t pretending anymore.
“Okay,” he said with a light sigh. “Guess we’re both ready.”
We looked down. Two hard cocks, standing tall, like they were demanding more.
I looked up into his eyes.
“So… what now?”
Austin swallowed.
“I don’t know… you started it.”
We were sweaty. Dicks like fucking rocks. Hands still slick with spit. He stared into my eyes, no more jokes, no more smirking.
“Alright,” he said, taking a breath. “I win the hang.”
“You know it’s not over.”
“That’s why I’m saying…”
He stepped closer. Our dicks nearly touched.
“Let’s blow each other and see who takes it deeper.”
My heart skipped. My dick twitched. I stared at him, but he wasn’t joking. His eyes were locked in dead serious.
“For real?” I asked. “You in me, me in you… and we just measure with our throats?”
“Yeah. Who deeper, who longer. No hands. Just mouth and throat.”
“Didn’t think you’d be into this so much.”
“You dragged me into it. Now you scared?”
I smirked. “Only scared I’ll win too quick.”
“Then kneel, if you’re so sure.”
We stared at each other. Like opponents before a fight. But instead of fists, we had hard cocks. And instead of punches, we were about to choke on them.
Harder than a minute ago. Both of us.
“You want me to start?” I asked.
“No. I’ll give you a head start. Your cock in my mouth first.”
My eyes widened. But I didn’t blink. Because I already knew what I was going to do once his lips wrapped around me.
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