Chapter 6

6

Baylor

“ S o, no Jess?” I ask, pulling out my chem book and taking a seat on his bed.

“She has a boyfriend now.” He shakes his head, looking irritated by the fact. “She thinks he’s the one.”

I crack a smile. Looks like he no longer gets to turn to the neighbor for his booty calls. I shouldn’t be getting so much pleasure over the fact, but that jealousy I was feeling just disintegrated on the spot.

“That sucks. Any regrets on not locking her down?” I wonder if he’s jealous of the new guy. Sometimes you don’t realize you have feelings for someone until you lose your opportunity.

“No. It was never going to work between us. She hates video games, football and carbs.”

He plops down and pulls out his book, and I’m shaking my head, laughing.

“Dang. How the hell did you see past all that and fuck the girl?”

His brow cocks right up. “And how the hell can you see past Taya’s snotty attitude and get it up?”

He’s right about that, but I have my reasons. I’m not blinded by those reasons anymore though. “I’m going to end things with her, probably after this weekend. Just don’t need any drama to ruin Chase’s party, so I’ll wait until after.”

He holds out his hand for a fist bump, approving the fact. One look at his big fist and my cock starts to swell. We need to get to studying before my mind gets focused on something else and then I won’t be able to concentrate.

“Dude, you want to take a break and go for a swim?” He shoves his book aside. We’ve been at it for almost two hours. I could definitely stand for a breather. My brain is crammed full of formulas and terms and they’re all starting to run together in one big mess.

“Yeah, sure. You got some swim trunks I can borrow?”

He walks over to his drawer then tosses me a pair. I take off my shirt and start to strip off my pants.

“It’s called a bathroom, dude.”

I kick my jeans aside then reach for the waistband of my boxers. Doesn’t he realize how many times I’ve gotten naked in front of an entire team of guys in the locker room. How many times I’ve had to adjust my dick and tuck it inside my cup right in front of my teammates. He’s the only one who always changes in private. They have an entire row of private changing rooms, and Ryes is the only one who uses them. I know his parents are definitely more reserved than mine, but we’ve been playing ball together for years. I don’t get why he’s so shy.

“I’ve got no shame, man,” I say, sliding my boxers off with a big ol’ grin. “If you want to look at my junk, look away.” I wiggle my hips, letting my dick swing from side to side. I’m proud of what I’m packing between my legs, and since I’m sporting a semi, it looks even bigger. Besides, he got a full look at it last night, so it’s not like he hasn’t seen it before.

And now that semi is starting to get thicker.

He rolls his eyes and turns to head into his bathroom. Reappearing two minutes later. The fact that he didn’t look his fill of my cock is somewhat disappointing.

“What’s with you always being so shy?” I ask. I’ve felt what he’s sporting between his legs, and it’s definitely nothing to be embarrassed over. He puts most of the guys to shame.

He tosses his clothes in his dirty hamper, shrugging. “The guys spread that rumor about me having an elephant-trunk-sized dick. I’m not interested in someone trying to take a picture of me and blasting it all over social media.”

Based on what I felt last night, I have to say that rumor isn’t a far stretch from the truth. “I doubt they’d do that.” I shake my head. “They don’t want the girls to see it. It will put them to shame. I’m not worried though.” I smirk.

He looks down at my crotch and my dick flexes under my swim trunks, trying to prove that it’s just as thick and long as what he’s got.

“I think I may have a few inches on you.” He smirks.

A laugh bursts out of me. “Doubt it. But you’re welcome to put your money where your mouth is and we can measure them side by side.”

The buzzing is back in my veins as he stares at my crotch. I’m secretly hoping he’ll accept my challenge.

“Nah.” He finally looks up. “Don’t need to take any more of your money.”

He turns to head out to the pool, and I’m shaking my head as I follow him outside.

“Few inches my ass,” I state, dipping my toe in the water to see how cold it is. Suddenly, I’m pushed from the side and falling right into the freezing water. His pool may be heated, but in January it still feels icy. I come up and blow out my nose, clearing my eyes so I can see again. But then comes a giant splash from my right as Ryeson cannonballs next to me, and I’m doused again, swallowing another gulp down my throat.

“Fucker.” I sputter, spitting the water out. I clear my eyes then turn to go after his ass. As soon as he surfaces on the other end of the pool, I pounce. Jumping on him from the back and trying to take him under. He grabs onto my thighs and takes me right down with him. I lose my grip under the water, and he manages to grab hold of my neck and gain the upper hand. I’m swallowing another gulp of water, trying to shrug out from under his hold. Finally, I get free, coming back up to try again. We’re laughing and splashing each other, fucking around like usual. I’ve missed hanging with him these last few months. Being with Taya definitely wasn’t as easy or as fun.

I pull away to catch my breath, walking to the edge of the pool and taking a seat on the bench. I look out to see where Ryes went, but he’s disappeared under the water. A huge dark frame suddenly appears before me, and in the next second, my swim trunks are being yanked from my body. I try to kick him away, fighting to get him off me, but he manages to slide them right off and swim away. When he resurfaces, he’s holding them in the air, laughing.

He’d always do this when we were kids, throwing them over the fence so I’d have to run over to his neighbor’s house and get them with my naked ass on display. It was funny as shit back then. Right now, not so much. If he comes closer, he’ll see I’m at full mast and weighing heavy in the sac.

He balls up the swim shorts and tosses them right over into Jess’s yard.

“There’s no way in hell I’m getting those. Jessica’s boyfriend is liable to come out and kick my ass.”

He turns back around and his cheeks tip right up into a crooked grin. “I dare you to.”

Dammit. The fucker knows I never back down from a dare. It’s like I can’t fucking handle wimping out, like I feel like I’m less of a man if I don’t take on the challenge. The guys once dared me to walk butt-ass naked into the girls’ locker room and I did, making all the girls scream as they hid their prude little eyes. Another time Ryes dared me to eat a cockroach. Fuck, that was foul. And then there was the time when the team dared me to go up to the school nurse and tell her my cock was super itchy and I was worried something was wrong with it. All I can say is thank fuck she told me to go home and let my parents know so they could schedule a doctor’s appointment for me. I would’ve been mortified if she’d made me drop my drawers and show her.

This time though, I don’t want to take the dare and risk being caught on the security cameras.

“Nah. I’ll pass,” I say. “I’m eighteen now and doing time for public exposure will fuck up my plan for college.”

“Bawk…bawk…bawk…bawk…” He waves his arms like a chicken, and I’m fueled by his taunting. I dive under the water and swim straight for him, a shark charging his victim. He tries to get away, but I grab his leg, jerking him toward me. I reach for the bottom of his swim trunks and tug them right down his hips. His attempt at kicking me off only helps me get them free faster. When I’ve got them off, I quickly swim away, balling them up and throwing them right over the fence to join mine. Now, we’ll put his ass in the hot seat and see if he takes the dare.

“Let’s see you go get them.” I smirk. “Watch your bare ass strut on over into their backyard. How many security cameras do you think they have?” It’s a ritzy neighborhood. I’m guessing ten.

He shakes the water out of his ears, clearing his eyes. “No fucking way. I’m not getting my ass kicked by the boyfriend. I slept with his girl. He’ll assume I’m trying to come over and tempt her with my dick.”

“Bawk…bawk…bawk…bawk…” I give it right back to him. “Look who’s the chicken now.”

He rolls his eyes and swims over to the shallow ledge, taking a seat and ignoring my teasing. Looks like neither of us is taking the bait. I cross the pool and join him, leaning back on my elbows and taking a breather. My body has now acclimated to the temperature of the water, but the cool air from above sends a shiver through my shoulders. The contrast between the warm and cold feels good.

“Do you think Taya has any idea you’re planning on breaking up with her?”

I open my eyes, looking out at the sunset. This time of year, it always gets dark early.

“I doubt it. That girl is pretty clueless. Plus, she thinks I’m lucky to be with her.”

“Definitely the other way around.” He shakes his head. “Dude, I still don’t get why you even started dating her in the first place.”

I’m not exactly going to give him the main reason I asked her out. It was the night of my big win, and I couldn’t stop looking at Ryes from across the room, my entire body feeling tight and hot. When Taya grabbed my head and began kissing me, I was thankful for the distraction. It also gave me an excuse for my hard dick. With her grinding on my lap, no one would ever know the real cause of my raging hard-on.

“I was just excited about getting some action. Didn’t want to head to college as a virgin.”

“So, was it worth it? Was she at least good in bed?”

At first, I thought she was because I didn’t know any better. Besides, a virgin will take whatever he can get. But if I really think about it, sex with her kind of sucks.

“Between us…” I look over at him, making sure he’s not going to go blab. He tips his chin, though he never shares any of my business with anyone. “No. She always gets annoyed if I take too long to come. It feels like there’s a clock ticking in the background whenever we hook up, and the pressure makes me gun-shy.”

“How long does it take you to get off with her?”

“Maybe ten to fifteen with her hands. I definitely can get off faster when I’m fucking her.”

“Fifteen minutes?”

I can’t help it. The girl’s technique sucks. Every time I start to get close, she changes up what she’s doing or adjusts her tempo, and I get thrown off course and have to start from ground zero.

“I’m surprised the girl doesn’t have carpal tunnel.” He laughs. “Or that your dick isn’t rubbed raw.”

“Tell me about it.” I nod, wading my feet back and forth in the water. Watching the rippling current I’m making on the surface. “There were so many times I just wanted to take over and show her how it’s done. But the one time I tried to let her know what I liked, she got mad at me.”

“Damn, that must mean I’m good,” he teases. “I got you off in under two.”

Yeah, he is. So good, my dick is now rising right up to the memory again. I look between my legs, wondering if I should tuck myself down deeper and hide the proof of my arousal. But when I spot his standing loud and proud, bobbing above the surface of the water, the shame floats away. He’s turned on too. And now my stomach is stirring with excitement.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I cock my brow at him. “It was the adrenaline that had me riled up last night.”

“You want to bet?” His attention narrows right between my legs. I’m already leaking with anticipation. “Two hundred says I can get you off in two minutes again.”

“You’ve got a deal.” I can definitely hold off for that long and prove him wrong. But win or lose it doesn’t even fucking matter. I just want his hands on me again. I’ll pay however much to get it.

He reaches out, gripping onto my shaft and cum drips right from the end of my dick. Shit, that feels good. Like my entire cock is wrapped up in a tight smooth blanket. The perfect amount of pressure. His rhythm is steady and already causing me to climb toward the peak. I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold off for two minutes. He’s an expert. He’s had years of experience stroking his own dick and definitely knows what feels good.

“You’re definitely big,” he grunts. His voice a deep rasp that shudders right through my cock. “But I still think I have a few inches on you.”

I open my eyes and look over at his meat. It’s standing tall, and I think he may be bigger, but only by an inch. I reach out and grab hold of it, sliding my palm up and down, feeling it’s full length. It’s definitely a little thicker than mine, but not by much. His grip on me tightens to my touch and I feel the ache drawing up in my sac. That bundle of nerves is knotting up and ready to unleash the storm. I give him a full stroke, but it ends up backfiring, fueling my desire and drawing me closer to the edge. If I don’t back off him, I’m going to lose the bet, and it’s not even that I care to win, it’s that I don’t want this to be over yet.

“I think we’re the same size,” I say, releasing him.

His grip tightens and he suddenly shifts in front of me, moving between my legs. He takes hold of himself with his free hand and brings his cock right up against mine, measuring them together. As soon as his cock presses against me, a flutter rolls through my gut. He takes us both in his grip and begins stroking us off together. It’s so fucking crazy—and so fucking hot.

“I’m definitely longer.” His voice is even deeper, raspier. “I’ve got at least an inch on you.” His hands stroke faster, and I start to lose my ability to hold out for the win. It doesn’t just feel good, but it’s intense watching him. His forearms are strained, his two big hands working us over. I look up at his face and it’s just as tight with tension. The pleasure cinching every single one of his features. There’s something about falling prey to his dominance that makes me so fucking horny.

“Fine, you win. You’re the bigger dick,” I grunt, “Just don’t fucking stop. I’m about to come.”

His eyes come up to my face and his jaw tightens along with his grip. “You’ve got ten seconds to prove me wrong. Don’t wimp out on me now, Bay.” My eyes squeeze shut trying to hold off, but when he starts counting down—“Ten… nine…eight… Come on. Hold out for me,” he breathes, and the hunger in his voice sends me right over the edge. I come long and hard, my hips jerking out of the water as the pleasure plows over me like a massive wave.

“Fuck.” His loud groan has me opening my eyes and I watch as he erupts too. His cum shooting out in spurts, landing on my abs. The orgasm locking up his entire frame.

“Ryes! You back there?”

His eyes fly open. “Shit. Brennon’s here.” He shifts away.

“Ryeson!” he calls out again. “Open up the door. I’ve been standing out here for five minutes freezing my nuts off.”

“Shit. Do you think he heard?” Rye whispers as he scrambles to climb from the pool.

“I don’t know,” I tell him, following him out. He obviously heard something to know we’re back here. Five minutes? I came in under two. Shit. I grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist.

“Go to the front, man,” Ryes calls out. “I’ll come let you in.”

He rushes into the house and I’m hot on his heels, heading to his bedroom to quickly change. He grabs a pair of basketball shorts from his drawers then drops his towel and slips them on right in front of me. I guess after what we just did, there’s no need to hide himself from me. “Fuck.” He shakes his head, sounding panicked. He grabs our two wet towels and heads to let Brennon in and I quickly get myself dressed.

I’ve never seen him this nervous before, but he’s freaking the fuck out. Makes two of us. The last thing we need is for everyone at school to get wind that we’re gay and spread that lie around. Though, with the way I’m feeling, I’m not sure I can claim I’m straight anymore. I grab my chemistry book and bag, needing to get out of here. My head is a mess and there’s no way I can study now anyway.