A couple of days had passed since I fucked Percy for the first time, and my brain had not stopped replaying it for even a single second.
I woke up that morning in full panic mode again, the same way I had every day since it happened. My eyes opened and the first thing I saw was Percy standing by his bed in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, stretching his arms overhead like it was the most normal day in the world. The movement made his lean back arch and his ass push out slightly, the fabric stretching tight across those round cheeks I had been buried inside just nights ago. My cock twitched hard under the blanket before I could even sit up.
Fuck. Not again.
I tried to act normal. I swung my legs out of bed, rubbed my face, and mumbled a half-hearted “morning” while pretending to look for my phone. But every time my eyes landed on him, the memories slammed into me. The way his tight hole had gripped me when I first pushed inside. The wet sounds of lube and skin slapping. The way his ass rippled every time I drove deep. The way he had moaned my name like he had been waiting years for it. The way I had lost control and called him “baby” without even realizing it.
Percy turned around, caught me staring, and gave me that slow, unbothered smile.
“Morning, Huntz. Sleep well?”
His voice was casual, almost affectionate. He walked over to the kitchenette completely naked now, having just dropped his briefs, ass bouncing with every step. He bent over to grab the coffee mugs from the lower shelf, giving me another perfect view of that same ass I had fucked. My cock jumped to full attention under the blanket.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Fine.”
Percy poured two mugs and brought one over to my bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress, completely naked, legs spread casually so his soft cock rested against his thigh. He took a sip and looked at me with those dark eyes that always saw too much.
“Your cock felt really good inside me, Huntz.”
The words were said so casually, like he was commenting on the weather. Heat flooded my face. My cock throbbed visibly under the thin sheet.
I tried to play it cool.
“Yeah… it was good, man.”
Percy raised an eyebrow, smiling wider.
“Good? Dude, now I know why chicks are fucking obsessed with you.”
He took another slow sip, eyes flicking down to the obvious tent in my shorts.
“No for real. Don’t let this get to your ego, but it was probably one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.”
I could not help the grin that spread across my face. Pride swelled in my chest. I had made Percy feel that good. Me. The straight jock who had never fucked a guy before.
Percy noticed the grin and laughed softly.
“Yeah. I said ‘one of the best’. Not the best.”
I leaned back against the headboard, still grinning.
“One of these days, I am going to make sure you call it the best.”
Percy tilted his head, eyes sparkling.
“So you gonna keep fucking me now or what?”
I shrugged, trying to sound cocky even though my heart was racing.
“Nah. Not everyday. I am going to starve that hole for my cock for days. And then when you are literally begging me, I will fuck you.”
Percy let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back.
“Oooff. Whose this new confident jock in my bedroom? That is not the same Hunter I know.”
I smirked.
“Once you experience Hunter’s dick, you don’t forget it.”
Percy stood up, still laughing, and headed toward the bathroom.
“Oh babe, I am not going to forget it. Might keep you around more.”
He kept the coffee mug on the side table and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me sitting there with a stupid grin on my face and a rock-hard cock under my shorts.
Yeah… that night was not just a one-time thing.
I knew it the second I saw his ass again today. The way my body reacted every time I looked at him proved it. This was not going away. If anything, it was getting worse. Every time Percy walked around naked or bent over, my cock remembered exactly how tight and hot his ass had felt wrapped around me. I was addicted. And the scariest part was that I did not want to stop.
A couple more days slipped by in that strange new normal.
We fell into a secret routine that felt dangerously comfortable. Late at night, when the dorm was quiet, Percy would crawl into my bed or pull me into his. Sometimes he would deepthroat the shit out of me, looking up at me with those slutty eyes that made me shoot my load down his throat almost immediately. Other times we would just jerk each other off while pretending to study, hands moving under the desk, trying not to moan too loud. Occasionally Percy would get cocky and demand a blowjob from me. I gave it to him every time. Not because I was some selfless bro, but because I did not want to be the asshole who only took and never gave back. In this… whatever the fuck this was… I wanted to be fair.
Percy likes to call it “bros with benefits.”
It had started a few nights ago after one particularly intense round. We were both sweaty and breathing hard, lying side by side on his bed. Percy had wiped the cum off his stomach and looked over at me with a lazy grin.
“You know, Huntz… this is kinda like we are bros with benefits. We still hang out, still lift together, still talk shit. Just with the added bonus that I get to swallow your load whenever I want.”
I laughed, shaking my head.
“That’s a stupid fucking term for friends with benefits.”
He shrugged, still smiling.
“Call it whatever you want. As long as you keep fucking me when I need it, I am good.”
I had laughed at the time, calling it a stupid term for friends with benefits. But the name stuck. And the more we did it, the more it felt exactly like that. Two horny dudes sharing a room and releasing tension in the most efficient way possible.
I tried to set clearer rules after that.
“This stays between us. No feelings. Just sex”
Percy had agreed with that same knowing smirk he always wore, like he knew the rules would not last long.
Things were not completely open between us. We did not fuck every day. I liked the tease. I liked making him whimper and beg for my cock in his ass when the mood hit. Sometimes he would complain that his back hurt or that he was too tired and would rather just stroke each other off and call it a night. Those nights left me bummed because my cock twitched at the mere thought of sliding back inside him. Never in my life had an ass turned me on this much. Let alone my gay best friend’s ass. I had always been a tits man. I had been until I moved in with Percy.
So yeah, that’s where Percy and I are at in our friendship. Secret. Filthy. Addictive. And getting harder to control every single day.
I am sitting on the edge of Percy’s bed, staring out the window, lost in all of those thoughts when his voice pulls me back.
“Yo, jock boy. What are you thinking about so hard?”
I turned to look at him. Percy is standing there in just his briefs, fresh from the shower, hair still damp. He looked relaxed, happy, completely at ease with whatever the fuck we were doing.
“Nothing, “ I lied.
He raised an eyebrow but did not push. He grabbed his bag and headed for the door.
“I am heading to class. See you later, Huntz.”
The door clicked shut behind him.
I am here alone in the quiet room, staring at the empty space where he had just been. My mind keeps circling the same question.
Where the hell was this “bros with benefits” thing heading?
Because the more we did it, the less it felt like just sex. And the scarier part was that I was not sure I wanted it to stop.
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