Page 8 of Dickathlon

Well, there was that.

Wait. Why am I naked? I can just keep my briefs on.

But you always sleep naked.

Just wear shorts.

“I hope it's okay I used your toothpaste. I forgot mine.”

“Totally fine.”

“See you in a bit.”

Yeah, totally fine.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Can you turn the light next to you on?”

Luke leaned over to do that, so I could flick the overhead light off. “You want the ceiling fan on?”

“Either way.”

I turned the fan on too. I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I had no clue why. I’d had sleepovers before.

Because this is your first time in bed with a guy since you’ve discovered they’re bangable.

To be real, Luke was hot, but felt like a brother. I had a little kink in my system, but I didn’t think I’d ever go that far. I didn’t think Luke would either, but I had never seen him like this.

“You gonna watch me undress, bro?”

See, I could be casual.

“I’ve seen it before. I want your cuddling, not your body.”

“Oh, so we’re cuddling?” I asked, pulling my shirt off.

“I kinda figured if it was okay on the couch, it was okay in the bed.”

“Sounds like a bumper sticker.” I pulled down my shorts and kicked them towards the hamper. I checked my bulge to make sure it wasn’t obscene or anything, and readjusted my waistband. I gave myself a once over in the mirror, then turned to-

“Are you embarrassed?”

I froze. “What?”

“I don’t know. You paraded around the locker room in just your medal. I’ve seen your dick a hundred times.”

“I know! It’s just…different now.”

“How so?”

“That was all before…you know…when I was straight.”

He laughed. He actually laughed at me.

“Just because you’re turned on by Declan doesn’t change our relationship. We’re still bros. Right, bro?”