Trapped in a Closet With a Hung Jock Pledgemate 02

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Chapter 2: Showering Off

I woke up the next morning still thinking about the closet, which annoyed me more than anything. I kept telling myself that nothing actually happened, just a dude with a random boner. But I had never seen a friend just randomly cum like that. To add, I could have sworn that he was actively rubbing against me, as hard as that was to admit to myself. All I knew for sure was that I was never going to mention it. Ever. 

My own body was reacting in weird little leftover ways, like it remembered the pressure of Brody against me even though I definitely didn’t want to. I kept repeating the same thing in my head. At least he isn't gay. Otherwise this would be weird. Saying it helped my pulse slow down.

Around noon, the frat guys called us for “punishment.” They hyped it up like it was going to be a legendary hazing move, but it ended up being a classic, naked scavenger hunt. No clothes until we brought them “a leaf bigger than our hands”. Stupid, but typical. Exactly the type of thing we expected.

That night around midnight, they paired us off to do it. Obviously I got Brody. He didn’t even pause before dropping his shorts, letting them hit the floor quickly. I tried to match his energy, but after the night before, I felt different about the casual nudity. Although I was six feet, lean, and in good shape, he was a big muscular jock with a bigger dick than most guys, which made me look like his little brother. So his comfort level was different. Maybe that's why he was relaxed enough to reach full completion the night before while in a closet full of dudes. He stretched his arms over his head like he was warming up, and that somehow drew more attention to his cock swinging between his legs. In a weird way, I had to force myself not to react as I dropped my own underwear and tossed them next to his on the carpet.

We bolted out the door, and sprinted across campus like idiots. We didn't even make a plan for how to get around naked, or where there would be big enough trees to find a big leaf.

"Maybe those walnut trees by the quad?" I suggested.

"We got walnuts right here," he said, grabbing his balls in his hand and holding them tight. It was like a prank, but I looked anyway, and we laughed.

Whenever someone walked by, we ducked behind parked cars. At one point we slid behind an SUV, and his side pressed against mine firmly. The heat from his skin lit up along my ribs, and my body twitched. I tried shifting away, but he moved at the exact same time and pressed in again. Our thighs pressed together. It was warm and close. I told myself it only happened because we needed cover, and the energy was heightened with the nudity. At least he isn’t gay.

“That closet was insane,” I muttered.

“Dude, it was tiny,” he said, leaning close. His breath hit my ear. He backed up a couple inches, but stayed in that space where every tiny move felt like something.

We finally found a massive leaf from a tree, way bigger than what the older guys probably expected us to bring back. Brody plucked it off the branch and held it in front of his crotch, lining it up just enough to cover most of it, but not everything. He looked at me and grinned, posing like a girl, like a model.

“Dude, take a pic,” he said, lifting his chin at me. “For documentation.”

I rolled my eyes, but my hands still came up. The way he posed made it impossible not to look. His dick was hanging out below the leaf, the length and thickness somehow accentuated by covering part of it. His leg stance was wide and confident, and the leaf was weirdly erotic. He laughed when he saw me hesitate.

“Relax,” he said. “It’s not like you haven’t already been closer than this.”

My face heated, and he definitely knew why. I snapped the pic, and put it on my Snap story. The responses were quick, including guys from the frat. People commented about his dick, and “congrats” notes about the leaf.

We made it back to the house, and he slapped the leaf dramatically into Charlie’s hand, still grinning like the whole thing was the funniest thing he had ever seen. We were officially released from the scavenger hunt.

We walked back to my dorm since it was closer.  I didn't expect him to stay long, but my roommate was gone for the weekend, and Brody said he’d just crash with me. I tried to play it off like it was somewhat of a mild inconvenience, but honestly, the second he stepped into my room, the energy was good. He didn’t hesitate to make himself comfortable. He walked in shirtless, shoes in hand, and did a slow turn like he was checking the place out. I laid back on my bed, wiped from all the excitement, and he stretched his arms up high, the same kind of stretch he did when he took off his underwear earlier. It showed every line his torso, and it bothered me that I noticed. His waistband rode low, and he didn’t fix it. It made me weirdly aware of how little space there was between us in the room.

He wandered around like he was trying to read me, picking up random things from my desk and turning them over in his hands. He nudged my sneakers with his foot, bumped my chair with his hip, and opened my closet, looking for a second before closing it again. Normally something like that might irritate me, but Brody was different. He was a bit cocky, but in a really innocent way. It was impossible to infer any malice from him. He was different from the other guys.

He kept brushing close to me. When he passed by me to get to the other side of the room, his bare thigh skimmed my knee for half a second, and my chest tightened.

He didn’t seem bothered. If anything, he seemed more comfortable here than I was. And even though I told myself it shouldn’t matter, the room felt more exciting with him here, like everything he did grabbed my attention whether I wanted it to or not.

“You always keep your room this clean?” he asked.

“Cleaner than yours?” I asked. My voice came out sharper than I meant, like I was trying to hide something.

He gave me this smirk, then grabbed the hem of his shirt and peeled it off. He tossed it onto my chair. His chest caught the lamplight, all smooth lines and definition he clearly didn’t mind showing off. He leaned back on his hands, chest slightly forward. Confident and casual. Way too casual. When he dropped his pants, even though I had seen it already, my stomach did a quick flip I tried to ignore.

He usually filled the silence with loud jokes, but tonight he was quieter and more controlled. 

He stood near my bed, hovering like he was waiting for a cue. Before I could figure out what to do, he turned off the light, and lay down on the floor next to my bed at first.

I told him to take my roommate’s bed. He jumped up and dropped down onto it face-first, then rolled onto his back with a grin.

“Your room smells weird,” he said. “Like your cologne and… that ghost of a jizz-cloud from the closet.”

“Thanks,” I said flatly.

But when I sat on my bed, I noticed his smell too. His scent hung in the air. It was his own version of sweat, and the detergent from his clothes hanging on the chair by my bed. There was a warmth to it. My chest tightened for a second before I shoved the feeling away.

We talked about privacy in college. 

He laughed and said, “I can’t even jerk it in my room properly without someone barging in.”

It hit me strangely. It made me think of the night before in the closet.

“You must get pretty backed up,” I said, implication in my voice.

“Yeah,” he said, pausing. “I guess it can get me into trouble sometimes.”

I had been thinking about it constantly. And as much as I didn’t want to, I had to say something. “That was nuts.”

“I don’t know what the hell happened,” he said.

“It was the girls,” I said fast, giving him an out. “All the titties bouncing around.”

He nodded. “Yeah… That part of my body just does whatever it wants.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Same.” It came out too quick.

He shifted his legs, and the blanket dragged down his front. I tried not to look at his exposed bulge. His back and shoulders were even broader when he was on his back like that. I honestly couldn’t figure out why I noticed his body so much. My brain kept replaying him pressed against me in the dark, and I hated that it made me feel so good.

We started talking about jerking off in general. The kind of stuff that boys only admit late at night around other boys. He asked me how often I did it. 

“Every night,” I said immediately.

“Same,” he said back.

I noticed his hand traveling down under his blanket. Just scratching an itch, as far as I knew.

“You just watch porn on your phone?” he said, staring at the ceiling.

“Yeah,” I said. 

“It’s better on the computer screen,” he said, his hand moving slightly, the itch in his crotch lasting longer than a normal one.

Then he kicked the blanket off his legs a little more, and his hand was inside his underwear. “It’s hot as hell in here.”

I tried not to look. I kept repeating in my head that he wasn’t gay.

“Yeah,” I said, “Sucks.”

Then my body reacted again, way too fast. I got hard, and it irritated me at first, but I realized that we were talking about porn, and that was a perfectly valid reason for getting hard.

“I’m hard,” I said.

“Me too,” he said immediately. 

“We could just do it here,” he said, suggesting immediately what I was thinking. 

My mind did a little flip. I had never jerked off with a friend before. I had to make sure it didn’t turn gay.

“Just keep your boner off my ass this time,” I said.

We chuckled, and started rubbing ourselves under our respective blankets.

“Tell me your biggest fantasy,” he said, his voice getting breathy as he touched himself.

I watched his muscular body flex. “What do you mean?”

“What’s your porn category?” he asked, a little impatient.

“I don’t know,” I said, rubbing myself slowly, but I was confused. “I just watch regular porn.”

His eyes were closed as he kept touching himself, more roughly now. He pulled it out of his underwear, the big length of it kind of intimidating. 

“You’re so big,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said back, “I am.”

It was silent for a beat, then he asked, “Am I bigger than you?”

“Yeah,” I said quickly. “Way bigger.”

“You wish you had a cock as big as mine?” he said, rubbing his nipple with one hand while he jerked himself furiously with the other.

“I do,” I said, watching him wack it while I rubbed my own. “I wish mine was as big as yours. Every girl must cum twice from you.”

“Shit, I’m cumming,” he said, and he looked down at his cock as it swelled even more. He pointed it at his belly button but the jizz went up to his chest anyway.

I finished into my hand, sitting up and watching him. 

He looked up at me when he was done.

I just nodded, not even sure what to say.

For a while, we just sat and breathed.

Then he said, “Dude… that was… something.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Kinda cool.”

We didn’t move. I felt weirdly calm, and grounded.

At least he wasn’t gay. Otherwise this would be weird.