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Bro Science 05
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Chapter 5: Friends Watching Us Cum
I had to admit it. I’d already started to suspect Logan was making all that podcast stuff up. The way he’d quote random lines with a straight face, the way he bent every so-called rule whenever it suited him. None of it held together. When he finally confessed, I wasn’t even mad.
“Honestly,” he said, lying there on his bed, sweaty and spent, “it just felt good from the start. First the exhibitionism. Then dragging you into it. I even tried to do it with another friend but he only did it once. Now I'm just a gooner baiter boy just like those idiots on Twitter. I finally get it.”
“Are you gay?” I asked. I knew it was blunt, but I had to know.
He paused for a long time, eyes locked on mine. “Nah. My fantasy is still pussy. But the energy from gooning with you, even fucking you. It’s just a way higher high. If that makes sense.”
“Yes!” I blurted, way too fast. “I knew you were feeling it too.”
"We've never kissed or anything," he said with a shrug.
I chuckled through my nose. "Yeah," I said, leaving the obvious part out how we had literally been fucking.
We both chuckled, though I could tell he felt a little awkward after putting it out there. I didn’t want him to think it bothered me, so I dragged myself out of my bed and crawled onto his without asking. He lifted the blanket and spread his legs, his large cock and heavy balls dangling and already starting to swell again. I turned around, pressing my butt into his meat package. He parked his thickness against my ass, our sweaty bodies tangled up. At eighteen, our hormones never stopped, but this time it wasn’t about bro science anymore, even ostensibly. It was just oxytocin, the release of being held. As soon as his arm wrapped around me, pulling me in, I was out cold.
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We woke up at about noon, Saturday half over already, and looked at each other. I had sort of a half smile, like he had just told a joke. I looked down at my afternoon wood and sighed. My horniness was my favorite thing recently. School and classes kind of took care of themselves. I spent all the time working and studying and going to class, with the constant goal of getting back to gooning as soon as possible. I was still nailing the classes, meaning I probably could've taken harder classes, and I had made friends that were cool to hang out with, but waking up next to Logan with a fat boner, and his just as hard but three times the size, was still going to be the highlight of my day, or so I thought.
Upon awakening, I think we both had some uneasy energy about what was going on between us, wondering if the other person was going to have any cold feet at this point. When I stood up and stretched next to the bed, letting my naked body shine shamelessly in the afternoon sun, he leaned over and bit my butt cheek playfully, even licking it a bit.
I just smiled at him. I realized things were going to be just fine.
"Boy butt. Gooner fuel," he said with a groggy voice.
"You never stop," I replied, shaking my head.
"Why should I?" he replied.
We walked into our bathroom together. I don't know what exactly was going through his head, but as I started to pee, he lined up right next to me and just peed as well. That was some weird level of closeness I didn't know was possible. It was weird to be honest, but at that point I didn't even flinch about it. Maybe it was even kind of cool.
I spent the day doing work in the library and meeting some friends for an early dinner. Jeff, Brody, Kyle and Zack were all waiting for me when I got to the dining grotto. They were already grinning when I sat down, and after some small talk one of them finally asked what they all wanted to know: whether I was gay now after all the rumors about me and Logan. I didn't even hesitate to respond.
“No, not really,” I said with a shrug. “It’s kind of embarrassing, but like… have you guys heard of gooning?”
Their faces twisted. “Yes? Obviously? But not like, anyone doing it for real or with another guy?” Brody said.
“Well, that’s kind of the point,” I told them. “It’s a lot of fun. There’s no limits. No pressure. Just you and a friend going wild.”
Silence hit the table until Zack blurted, “I’d do it.”
Everyone cracked up, Zack turning red, and I chuckled too. Zack was one of the smaller guys among us, with a baby face and red hair. Even if we were all about the same age, he had a younger brother vibe when we were all together.
“You get it,” I said to him, still smiling.
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That night, Logan had a new idea. He just said, “Come on, gooner, I’ve got an idea.”
We snuck to the gym. Officially it closed at nine on Saturdays, but Logan knew a way in through a fire escape in the back, then a couple of unlocked hallways. We slipped inside and suddenly we were surrounded by real equipment again, mirrors everywhere, racks of weights, the faint smell of rubber and sweat. It had been months since I’d worked out anywhere but our dorm, and always naked there.
Logan didn’t hesitate. He peeled his clothes off and grinned at me. “Bro, look at those windows.”
The entire wall was glass, giving us a view of the city lights on one side and the sidewalks below on the other. We could see people walking, cars passing. If the lights were on in the gym, they would have seen us too. But right now the gym was dark.
Logan kicked up into a handstand. He wobbled, and I caught his hips. Then, without even thinking, I leaned down and swallowed his thick, floppy cock. He laughed, not expecting that, trying to hold his balance while I went down on him. He started doing handstand push-ups, groaning as I serviced him upside down. He hand-walked all the way to the window, pressing his ass against the glass for balance as I sucked him, the city right there beneath us. Finally his arms gave out and he crashed to the floor, laughing.
“That was wild,” he said, catching his breath.
“Anything for a goon brother,” I said.
He clapped his hands together and grinned. “First set, side-by-side edging,” he announced like a coach. We laid down on the mats, his phone propped up with porn playing. I loved how we still had porn playing during our sessions. It was like the best of both worlds, with the person I had become closest to out of anyone in my life. I hadn't even thought about real life pussy in weeks. That one girl I dated for a bit, didn't call me again after seeing Logan naked, and I honestly didn't even think about her after that. The few times I had gotten some attention at parties, I just let it slip by, looking forward to gooning with Logan. My sex life was getting pounded my my roommate's giant cock while loving the feeling of being a beta servant to an alpha stud.
Our hands moved in sync, stroking slow. We weren't even actually exercising, but ever since we started this gooning thing, it was like the act of edging itself had become such a key component to the workouts that it was necessary to warm up. Logan started narrating the video, hyping me up, and I did the same back to him. We edged together, laughing and moaning, testing how long we could hold it. The mirrors all around us reflected every angle, making it feel like we were surrounded by multiple versions of ourselves, all stroking in unison.
Logan wiped sweat from his forehead and smirked. “Second set, window flexing,” he said, strutting toward the glass wall. We moved shoulder to shoulder, flexing. He posed like a bodybuilder while his large cock jutted forward, and I mirrored him with my perfectly normal dick looking tiny next to his. We stroked ourselves while watching the street below. A few people stopped, looking up, maybe trying to figure out if they really saw what they thought they saw. Logan posed harder, smirking at me.
“Form check,” he said.
“Perfect form,” I shot back, stroking faster.
I looked down again at the group of onlookers. I noticed one of them was my friend, Kyle, and looking closer, he was with a couple of the other guys I had eaten dinner with too.
"Oh shit I know a couple of those guys," I mumbled casually.
"Nice," Logan said, "let's see if they'll stay for the show."
"They're gonna flip out. I don't think most guys actually get gooning," I said.
"That's the best part," he responded.
The thrill of knowing we were visible sent jolts through me. Logan leaned closer. “You won’t puss out if I turn the lights on?”
Before I could answer, he flicked the switch. Bright lights flooded the room. I flinched, but he just grinned wider. Down below, the group of guys pointed up at us, cracking up. Logan switched the lights off again and dared me to do it to him.
We flipped roles. I hit the lights, and suddenly his giant dick was spotlighted against the window. The guys below hollered, one of them yelling, “No way that’s real!” They laughed like maniacs, but I saw the awe too.
Logan flexed, stroking his meat, and looked at me like he wanted me to finish it. I turned the lights back on and joined him at the window. We both posed, stroking, flexing, watching the guys’ faces morph from laughter to stunned silence.
For a moment, I could see in his eye that he wanted to invite them up there with us. My mind rushed with the idea of sharing this experience with other guys, but he never actually said it, and neither did I.
Finally, standing together at the window, we stroked each other side by side, flexing for our accidental audience. The group of guys stared up at us, their laughter dying down into stunned stares.
We locked eyes with each other, sped up, and the pressure broke. We splooged on the window at almost the same time, streaks sliding down the glass. It was the biggest load I’d ever shot. Logan groaned, flexing through his orgasm. The sheer thrill of being seen had pushed us both over the edge.
"Jesus Christ," Zack yelled, his eyes lighting up and his body shifting like he had to pee, while his buddies mostly dropped their jaws and covered their eyes.
Logan cracked his neck and announced, “Third set, squat and hole.”
For the first time in a long time, I was actually spent after finishing, but I had never said no to him, and it didn't feel like the right time to start.
Logan lined me up in front of the mirror. “Bodyweight squats,” he said, smirking. He slid into me, slow and deep, then started lowering himself like it was just a part of the workout. Our friends watching from outside had gone, and it was just the two of us again. I had a warm feeling as he filled me to the brim, my hole recognizing his shape at that point. I braced on my knees, holding position, groaning every time he sank lower. He panted through the reps, sweat rolling down his chest, cock pounding into me in perfect rhythm. I moaned louder, watching his reflection as his body strained.
“Good set,” he grunted. “Hold it.”
I held, even as my whole body shook.
We took breaks between sets, sweaty and breathless. Sometimes we left the lights on, sometimes off. The guys below circled back a few times, pointing, laughing, shouting shit up at us. Logan loved it. He thrived on it. And I honestly couldn’t deny how hot it was to be in that exhibitionist element.
It wasn’t bro science anymore. We had moved into being straight up gooners.
Comments
Naked Justice
I like their exhibitionism! They should dare more!
Unoriginal Username
VERY VERY HOT
