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Part I: Chad’s Secret
Brett had always been a jock and had played all kinds of sports in HS, but his real passion was lacrosse. He had the right build for it, 6’2”, 190 pounds of muscle with long arms and legs. Brett knew he was handsome and had dated enough women to prove it. After dating him, they usually agreed that red heads were definitely more fun. When he got to college, he joined the lacrosse team as a mid-fielder. On the team, he became friends with Chad, who was also a mid-fielder. They lived in the same dorm freshman year, but Brett pledged a fraternity and Chad stayed in the dorm. Despite that, they remained close friends and even got an apartment together Senior year.
Chad was about an inch taller than Brett and at least as muscular. While Bret had longish red hair, Chad was a dirty blonde with striking blue eyes. Both of them definitely turned heads and when they weren’t on the field, were often seen working out together. Brett was from Connecticut, while Chad was from Georgia and had just enough accent to make it obvious. The more he drank, the more obvious it was. At parties Brett was always the center of attention, he seemed to draw energy from the crowd and instigate whatever was going on. Chad was more laid back. Guys on the team always teased them about their bromance, since if you saw one, the other wasn’t far away.
Brett was more likely to hook up than date, and it was hard to keep track of the sorority girls on his arm. He seemed to have a thing for dark hair, big breasts, and a southern accent. Chad, on the other hand, was rarely seen with a girl and if he hooked up, it was always after an away game. He often said, you don’t shit where you eat. Sometimes Brett wondered if Chad was secretly into guys, but never got up the courage to ask, since that would cross a line he didn’t want to cross with Chad. It could also lead to a conversation he didn’t really want, since he had definitely thought about guys and made it a point to check out some teammates on the sly in the locker room.
There was another difference. After working out, Brett would usually shower at the gym, spending some extra time in the shower if there were guys there he wanted to see. He never did anything; thinking back to Chad’s comment about you don’t shit where you eat, but he had definitely thought about it and had his share of opportunities. Chad never showered there and would always go back to his dorm to shower. Brett noticed this, mostly because Chad was one of the few guys who’s cock he’d never seen and he liked to know how he measured up to the others.
He’d roomed with Chad for a lot of away games, but Chad was pretty good at changing facing away from him and stuff like that, so that Brett never got a look. Brett was pretty much the opposite and liked to show of what he had. He was a redhead and he hung about 5” soft and grew to a thick 7.5” when hard. He kept his fire pubes, since it kind of drew attention to what he was packing. His balls matched his cock, large, low hanging, all good.
For the first away game of the season, things started out like normal, and as usual Brett and Chad were rooming together. Someone had messed up and they were put up in an older dorm, on a floor that was in the middle of being renovated. Once they finally got to their room, it was pretty much a dump, even by dorm room standards. When they got ready to crash, the bathroom wasn’t much better. Sinks in the middle, stalls one side, and an open shower room with poles in the middle on the other side. Chad had been in a bad mood from the second he saw the dorm and the bathroom just made it worse. He went off about open showers and how he was sure he would get some foot fungus from the floor. Brett kind of figured this was the one highlight of the trip; if he timed it right, he’d get to finally see Chad in the shower.
It had been a long trip, so Brett said he would shower before bed, hoping that Chad would follow his lead. Chad just said he was tired and went to sleep, so Brett went to the shower alone. Realizing he was the only one in there, and thinking about getting to finally see his buddy, he decided that it would be a good time to jack off. As he soaped up his cock, taking his time, his thoughts alternated between Cindy, who he’d hooked up with the night before and thoughts of seeing Chad. The combination worked, and he shot a huge load. When he finally got into bed, Chad was already asleep across the room and Brett passed out moments later.
He woke up just after 4 AM. He kind of sensed motion in the room and then heard the door open and close as Chad went out. He figured Chad was just going to piss and started to go back to sleep, when he realized he had to piss too. Once he realized he wasn’t going right back to sleep, he pulled on his boxer briefs and headed to the bathroom.
As he opened the door, he was surprised to hear the shower running. He immediately forgot the need to piss and walked over to the opening into the shower room. His timing was perfect. There was Chad, under the shower, facing the door, with his eyes closed, rinsing shampoo out of his hair. Looking down his body, he saw broad pecs, tanned from a winter trip to the Caribbean, a defined 6-pack and the familiar treasure trial leading down to his waist. That’s when he realized why Chad never showered at the gym. Rather than seeing him in boxers as usual, he saw a white tan line, light brown bush and a barely visible cock head buried in his pubes. It had to be the smallest cock he’d ever seen. His balls were barely visible, despite the warm water.
He was so surprised, that he just stood there for a second staring. Chad interrupted his surprise when he said in an equally surprised voice, “Brett!”. This startled Brett into looking away from Chad’s cock and into his face.
Brett stammered, “Hey, sorry, you woke me up when you left the room and I had to piss. Then I heard the water and wondered who was here this early, and …”.
Chad interrupted, “Yeah. Well, it’s me. And now you know why I’m up this ….”
Brett cut him off, “It’s cool. I just really need to piss dude”. And then immediately walked out of the doorway. A couple of minutes later, the urinal flushed and Chad heard the door to the bathroom open and close.
Chad just stood in the shower, thinking about all the shit he’d gotten in high school and how he’d hoped he was over that. He’d been so careful to avoid ever showing his cock after that and now this. Brett was his best friend, but Brett was also kind of an asshole to be honest. He was loud, pretty obnoxious at times, and definitely enjoyed teasing everyone. More when he was drunk. He wasn’t necessarily mean about it, but he didn’t always know where the line was.
Then he thought about Brett staring at him. He figured it was just surprise, and to be fair, most, or maybe all guys were a lot bigger, but still. On the other hand, Brett had a string of girls, so it didn’t seem likely that he would be into guys, but you never know. It was just a weird situation. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t ever checked out what a guy had. He was doing it hoping to see someone else small, but all guys like to see how they measure up, don’t they. Brett sure as hell measured up from what he’d seen. Thoughts of more teasing and the humiliation came to mind and he turned off the shower to head back to the room. He just needed to concentrate on the game tomorrow and deal with all this later.
When Chad got back to the room, the lights were off and Brett was asleep, so he just put his stuff on top of the dresser and got into bed. He realized pretty soon that he was not going back to sleep anytime soon, and also that it seemed like Brett was awake too. “Brett?”
“Yeah…”
“I…” and Chad stopped, not sure what to say next.
“It’s cool bro.” Silence. “I’m sorry…I didn’t meant to, I mean well…”
“It’s all good” Chad interrupted. This was the weirdest conversation ever. He really didn’t know what to say, but kind of had to say something. “G’night. We need to get some sleep before the game.”
“Sure thing little buddy”
“Asshole” said Chad, so that Brett clearly heard him and they both tried to go back to sleep. Chad was awake forever wondering how the next day would go and if he was honest with himself, thinking about Brett staring at him. Brett was awake too. Thinking about what had happened and also realizing that maybe his interest in seeing Chad was more than just curiosity about how he measured up.
In the morning, they both woke up when the alarm went off, the awkwardness of last night behind them. Chad watched Brett get out of bed, noticing that Brett was pretty obviously hard from the bulge in his blue boxer boxer briefs and realizing he was getting hard watching him. Was it his imagination or did Brett make sure he saw it before grabbing a towel and heading out to the bathroom? Brett wasn’t sure if Chad was watching, but knew he looked good in those and figured, why not?
When he got to the shower room, and it was already busy with guys getting ready, so he put those thoughts out of his head and went into a stall. He emerged, and headed to the shower. As usual, he did a quick inventory of who else was there, thinking that his cock was one of the bigger ones at about 5” soft and wondering absentmindedly what the other guys would look like hard. Sure some guys are growers and all that, but he knew that he would still do pretty well in any comparison. He had to stop himself before he got hard, since there would be no way to hide that or explain it, and began to think about the game and running through some sequences from practice in his head.
When he got out of the shower, he took his time drying off and then as usual headed naked to the sink to shave. Steve came out of the shower a few minutes later and took the sink next to him. Steve was their goalie, stocky, about 5’9”, 180 or so, dark hair, and hairy pecs leading to a smooth stomach. More beefy than lean, like some of the other guys. Brett couldn’t resist some bullshitting and commented, “Nice haircut, does Stacy make you shave like that? New girlfriend, new look….it’s going to itch like hell growing in, and besides, you know it doesn’t really make it any bigger.”
Steve paused and replied, “Grower, not shower, and besides, it’s not the size of the ship.”
Almost on queue, Brett interrupted, “Yeah, it’s the motion of the ocean.” He added, “Hard to imagine a rowboat turning into a battleship.”
Steve punched him and added, “Never had a complaint and you’re just jealous I’m getting some and you’re just getting callouses.”
When Brett got back to the room, he noticed that Chad was already in sweats so he got dressed and they both headed down to breakfast. There was the usual banter and talk about the game and how they thought it would go. Today’s game was a long standing rivalry and they were one of the few teams who had a real chance of beating them.
When they reached the stadium everyone headed into the locker room to get ready for the game. It had recently been redone and was a great set up. Plenty of room to spread out, with everything new. Chad took the locker next to him and Brett noticed that when he changed, Chad already had his jock on under his sweats. If he hadn’t been thinking about it, he might not have noticed that Chad was careful to face the wall until he had his shorts on.
UVA was definitely better than they expected and it was a hell of a game. At halftime, they were behind 5-6 and things weren’t looking good. Third quarter didn’t help much. Steve was definitely not in the zone and gave up two totally unnecessary goals. Everyone noticed, and a few of the guys commented that he needed to think more about the game and less about Stacy. Hell, Chad even commented that if Steve was half as good at goal tending as he was at getting laid they’d be doing a damn sight better. Whether it was the banter or the thought loosing, they all seemed to wake up and 4th quarter went much better. Steve hit his stride with a save against a late shot that should have been the winning goal. Brett noticed that Chad also seemed to come alive in the quarter. He played aggressively, more so than usual, which was saying a lot, and scored the winning goal in the last few seconds of the game.
The field was damp from rain a few days ago and when they got back to the locker room they were covered in mud. As they walked in, Brett couldn’t resist complementing Chad, but in typical Brett style, it was in a backhanded way, “Great game dude; if you played that aggressively all the time I might say you’re compensating.” Before Chad could reply, he turned to Steve and commented, “That last save was freaking awesome. Stacy will be proud of you.”
Steve was thrown off, a compliment from Brett was rare, even one like that. “You too, buddy, he replied.
As they started to strip down, Brett noticed Chad again managed to face his locker and the corner when he dropped his jock. By the time he turned around, he had a towel around him and was heading to the showers. With the new renovation, they now had individuals stalls, so nothing more really to see. Brett was so pumped up on adrenaline that he thought about rubbing a quick one out, but with everyone still replaying the game and yelling between showers, there was too much going on, so he just finished and went back to his locker to get dressed. As he got dressed he almost thought he saw Chad looking at him, or more specifically his cock, but wasn’t sure. It could definitely be the locker room thing, but it seemed kind of different.
“Where are we going out tonight guys?”, he asked. “You know, there’s nothing like winning on their turf to get us laid.” They agreed to meet later on at a local bar for a beer and whatever else would happen.
As they started to gather at the bar, the drinks were flowing. They replayed the game, going over every minute of it, buying round after round. When Brett started to get the next round, everyone yelled out what they wanted. Brett being Brett had to comment. As they were yelling out what beer they wanted, he burst in, “I know I look like a Clydesdale in the locker room, but how much beer do you think I can carry?” Amid the laughs and groans, Chad yelled out for an IPA. Not missing a beat, Brett replied, “and one microbrew to match your micro penis.”
Amid a chorus of laughs, Chad replied, “ Fuck you, you overgrown leprechaun, I’ll buy you a Jameson’s since you’ve got the Irish curse.”
“Overgrown is right” yelled Brett, “I’m always up for a free shot, but think Red fucking Bull”, and everyone laughed.
Chad got up too. “Time to break the seal.”
Brett replied, “Good, you can help me carry all this back.”
Chad replied, “What happened to Clydesdale?”
As they walk away, Brett put his arm on Chad’s shoulder, “You know I’m just messing with you bro. I’ve got to hit the head too and then we’ll get drinks.”
When the reached the head, there was the usual line. Even by dive bar standards, it was a mess. Three man trough urinal on one side, stall on the other, with tape and an Out of Order sign across the doorway. Noticing Brett stiffen at the sight of the trough and out of order sign, as he got to the front of the line, Chat walked over and took the middle space and crowding the guy on his left, so that when he was done there wouldn’t really be room for someone on that side of him. Chad, behind him in line waited as the guy on Brett’s right finished and took that spot, facing more into the corner than straight ahead. As they finished, Brett took an extra few seconds so that Chad left before him. The pattern continued for the rest of the night.
As they walked left the restroom, Chad looked at Brett and seemed about to say something. Brett kind of half glanced at him. “Remember, the shots are on you bro.” After pushing their way to the bar, they walked back to the table, with beer, and shots of Jameson’s all around.
Like any night that moves from beer to shots of whiskey, it ended with them pretty trashed. They staggered back, and barely made it to the dorm, let alone to the room. After another trip to the bathroom, where Brett noticed Chad went and pissed in a stall, they headed back to the room. When they were finally inside, a drunk Chad mumbled “Thanks” to Brett.
Brett had always been a jock and had played all kinds of sports in HS, but his real passion was lacrosse. He had the right build for it, 6’2”, 190 pounds of muscle with long arms and legs. Brett knew he was handsome and had dated enough women to prove it. After dating him, they usually agreed that red heads were definitely more fun. When he got to college, he joined the lacrosse team as a mid-fielder. On the team, he became friends with Chad, who was also a mid-fielder. They lived in the same dorm freshman year, but Brett pledged a fraternity and Chad stayed in the dorm. Despite that, they remained close friends and even got an apartment together Senior year.
Chad was about an inch taller than Brett and at least as muscular. While Bret had longish red hair, Chad was a dirty blonde with striking blue eyes. Both of them definitely turned heads and when they weren’t on the field, were often seen working out together. Brett was from Connecticut, while Chad was from Georgia and had just enough accent to make it obvious. The more he drank, the more obvious it was. At parties Brett was always the center of attention, he seemed to draw energy from the crowd and instigate whatever was going on. Chad was more laid back. Guys on the team always teased them about their bromance, since if you saw one, the other wasn’t far away.
Brett was more likely to hook up than date, and it was hard to keep track of the sorority girls on his arm. He seemed to have a thing for dark hair, big breasts, and a southern accent. Chad, on the other hand, was rarely seen with a girl and if he hooked up, it was always after an away game. He often said, you don’t shit where you eat. Sometimes Brett wondered if Chad was secretly into guys, but never got up the courage to ask, since that would cross a line he didn’t want to cross with Chad. It could also lead to a conversation he didn’t really want, since he had definitely thought about guys and made it a point to check out some teammates on the sly in the locker room.
There was another difference. After working out, Brett would usually shower at the gym, spending some extra time in the shower if there were guys there he wanted to see. He never did anything; thinking back to Chad’s comment about you don’t shit where you eat, but he had definitely thought about it and had his share of opportunities. Chad never showered there and would always go back to his dorm to shower. Brett noticed this, mostly because Chad was one of the few guys who’s cock he’d never seen and he liked to know how he measured up to the others.
He’d roomed with Chad for a lot of away games, but Chad was pretty good at changing facing away from him and stuff like that, so that Brett never got a look. Brett was pretty much the opposite and liked to show of what he had. He was a redhead and he hung about 5” soft and grew to a thick 7.5” when hard. He kept his fire pubes, since it kind of drew attention to what he was packing. His balls matched his cock, large, low hanging, all good.
For the first away game of the season, things started out like normal, and as usual Brett and Chad were rooming together. Someone had messed up and they were put up in an older dorm, on a floor that was in the middle of being renovated. Once they finally got to their room, it was pretty much a dump, even by dorm room standards. When they got ready to crash, the bathroom wasn’t much better. Sinks in the middle, stalls one side, and an open shower room with poles in the middle on the other side. Chad had been in a bad mood from the second he saw the dorm and the bathroom just made it worse. He went off about open showers and how he was sure he would get some foot fungus from the floor. Brett kind of figured this was the one highlight of the trip; if he timed it right, he’d get to finally see Chad in the shower.
It had been a long trip, so Brett said he would shower before bed, hoping that Chad would follow his lead. Chad just said he was tired and went to sleep, so Brett went to the shower alone. Realizing he was the only one in there, and thinking about getting to finally see his buddy, he decided that it would be a good time to jack off. As he soaped up his cock, taking his time, his thoughts alternated between Cindy, who he’d hooked up with the night before and thoughts of seeing Chad. The combination worked, and he shot a huge load. When he finally got into bed, Chad was already asleep across the room and Brett passed out moments later.
He woke up just after 4 AM. He kind of sensed motion in the room and then heard the door open and close as Chad went out. He figured Chad was just going to piss and started to go back to sleep, when he realized he had to piss too. Once he realized he wasn’t going right back to sleep, he pulled on his boxer briefs and headed to the bathroom.
As he opened the door, he was surprised to hear the shower running. He immediately forgot the need to piss and walked over to the opening into the shower room. His timing was perfect. There was Chad, under the shower, facing the door, with his eyes closed, rinsing shampoo out of his hair. Looking down his body, he saw broad pecs, tanned from a winter trip to the Caribbean, a defined 6-pack and the familiar treasure trial leading down to his waist. That’s when he realized why Chad never showered at the gym. Rather than seeing him in boxers as usual, he saw a white tan line, light brown bush and a barely visible cock head buried in his pubes. It had to be the smallest cock he’d ever seen. His balls were barely visible, despite the warm water.
He was so surprised, that he just stood there for a second staring. Chad interrupted his surprise when he said in an equally surprised voice, “Brett!”. This startled Brett into looking away from Chad’s cock and into his face.
Brett stammered, “Hey, sorry, you woke me up when you left the room and I had to piss. Then I heard the water and wondered who was here this early, and …”.
Chad interrupted, “Yeah. Well, it’s me. And now you know why I’m up this ….”
Brett cut him off, “It’s cool. I just really need to piss dude”. And then immediately walked out of the doorway. A couple of minutes later, the urinal flushed and Chad heard the door to the bathroom open and close.
Chad just stood in the shower, thinking about all the shit he’d gotten in high school and how he’d hoped he was over that. He’d been so careful to avoid ever showing his cock after that and now this. Brett was his best friend, but Brett was also kind of an asshole to be honest. He was loud, pretty obnoxious at times, and definitely enjoyed teasing everyone. More when he was drunk. He wasn’t necessarily mean about it, but he didn’t always know where the line was.
Then he thought about Brett staring at him. He figured it was just surprise, and to be fair, most, or maybe all guys were a lot bigger, but still. On the other hand, Brett had a string of girls, so it didn’t seem likely that he would be into guys, but you never know. It was just a weird situation. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t ever checked out what a guy had. He was doing it hoping to see someone else small, but all guys like to see how they measure up, don’t they. Brett sure as hell measured up from what he’d seen. Thoughts of more teasing and the humiliation came to mind and he turned off the shower to head back to the room. He just needed to concentrate on the game tomorrow and deal with all this later.
When Chad got back to the room, the lights were off and Brett was asleep, so he just put his stuff on top of the dresser and got into bed. He realized pretty soon that he was not going back to sleep anytime soon, and also that it seemed like Brett was awake too. “Brett?”
“Yeah…”
“I…” and Chad stopped, not sure what to say next.
“It’s cool bro.” Silence. “I’m sorry…I didn’t meant to, I mean well…”
“It’s all good” Chad interrupted. This was the weirdest conversation ever. He really didn’t know what to say, but kind of had to say something. “G’night. We need to get some sleep before the game.”
“Sure thing little buddy”
“Asshole” said Chad, so that Brett clearly heard him and they both tried to go back to sleep. Chad was awake forever wondering how the next day would go and if he was honest with himself, thinking about Brett staring at him. Brett was awake too. Thinking about what had happened and also realizing that maybe his interest in seeing Chad was more than just curiosity about how he measured up.
In the morning, they both woke up when the alarm went off, the awkwardness of last night behind them. Chad watched Brett get out of bed, noticing that Brett was pretty obviously hard from the bulge in his blue boxer boxer briefs and realizing he was getting hard watching him. Was it his imagination or did Brett make sure he saw it before grabbing a towel and heading out to the bathroom? Brett wasn’t sure if Chad was watching, but knew he looked good in those and figured, why not?
When he got to the shower room, and it was already busy with guys getting ready, so he put those thoughts out of his head and went into a stall. He emerged, and headed to the shower. As usual, he did a quick inventory of who else was there, thinking that his cock was one of the bigger ones at about 5” soft and wondering absentmindedly what the other guys would look like hard. Sure some guys are growers and all that, but he knew that he would still do pretty well in any comparison. He had to stop himself before he got hard, since there would be no way to hide that or explain it, and began to think about the game and running through some sequences from practice in his head.
When he got out of the shower, he took his time drying off and then as usual headed naked to the sink to shave. Steve came out of the shower a few minutes later and took the sink next to him. Steve was their goalie, stocky, about 5’9”, 180 or so, dark hair, and hairy pecs leading to a smooth stomach. More beefy than lean, like some of the other guys. Brett couldn’t resist some bullshitting and commented, “Nice haircut, does Stacy make you shave like that? New girlfriend, new look….it’s going to itch like hell growing in, and besides, you know it doesn’t really make it any bigger.”
Steve paused and replied, “Grower, not shower, and besides, it’s not the size of the ship.”
Almost on queue, Brett interrupted, “Yeah, it’s the motion of the ocean.” He added, “Hard to imagine a rowboat turning into a battleship.”
Steve punched him and added, “Never had a complaint and you’re just jealous I’m getting some and you’re just getting callouses.”
When Brett got back to the room, he noticed that Chad was already in sweats so he got dressed and they both headed down to breakfast. There was the usual banter and talk about the game and how they thought it would go. Today’s game was a long standing rivalry and they were one of the few teams who had a real chance of beating them.
When they reached the stadium everyone headed into the locker room to get ready for the game. It had recently been redone and was a great set up. Plenty of room to spread out, with everything new. Chad took the locker next to him and Brett noticed that when he changed, Chad already had his jock on under his sweats. If he hadn’t been thinking about it, he might not have noticed that Chad was careful to face the wall until he had his shorts on.
UVA was definitely better than they expected and it was a hell of a game. At halftime, they were behind 5-6 and things weren’t looking good. Third quarter didn’t help much. Steve was definitely not in the zone and gave up two totally unnecessary goals. Everyone noticed, and a few of the guys commented that he needed to think more about the game and less about Stacy. Hell, Chad even commented that if Steve was half as good at goal tending as he was at getting laid they’d be doing a damn sight better. Whether it was the banter or the thought loosing, they all seemed to wake up and 4th quarter went much better. Steve hit his stride with a save against a late shot that should have been the winning goal. Brett noticed that Chad also seemed to come alive in the quarter. He played aggressively, more so than usual, which was saying a lot, and scored the winning goal in the last few seconds of the game.
The field was damp from rain a few days ago and when they got back to the locker room they were covered in mud. As they walked in, Brett couldn’t resist complementing Chad, but in typical Brett style, it was in a backhanded way, “Great game dude; if you played that aggressively all the time I might say you’re compensating.” Before Chad could reply, he turned to Steve and commented, “That last save was freaking awesome. Stacy will be proud of you.”
Steve was thrown off, a compliment from Brett was rare, even one like that. “You too, buddy, he replied.
As they started to strip down, Brett noticed Chad again managed to face his locker and the corner when he dropped his jock. By the time he turned around, he had a towel around him and was heading to the showers. With the new renovation, they now had individuals stalls, so nothing more really to see. Brett was so pumped up on adrenaline that he thought about rubbing a quick one out, but with everyone still replaying the game and yelling between showers, there was too much going on, so he just finished and went back to his locker to get dressed. As he got dressed he almost thought he saw Chad looking at him, or more specifically his cock, but wasn’t sure. It could definitely be the locker room thing, but it seemed kind of different.
“Where are we going out tonight guys?”, he asked. “You know, there’s nothing like winning on their turf to get us laid.” They agreed to meet later on at a local bar for a beer and whatever else would happen.
As they started to gather at the bar, the drinks were flowing. They replayed the game, going over every minute of it, buying round after round. When Brett started to get the next round, everyone yelled out what they wanted. Brett being Brett had to comment. As they were yelling out what beer they wanted, he burst in, “I know I look like a Clydesdale in the locker room, but how much beer do you think I can carry?” Amid the laughs and groans, Chad yelled out for an IPA. Not missing a beat, Brett replied, “and one microbrew to match your micro penis.”
Amid a chorus of laughs, Chad replied, “ Fuck you, you overgrown leprechaun, I’ll buy you a Jameson’s since you’ve got the Irish curse.”
“Overgrown is right” yelled Brett, “I’m always up for a free shot, but think Red fucking Bull”, and everyone laughed.
Chad got up too. “Time to break the seal.”
Brett replied, “Good, you can help me carry all this back.”
Chad replied, “What happened to Clydesdale?”
As they walk away, Brett put his arm on Chad’s shoulder, “You know I’m just messing with you bro. I’ve got to hit the head too and then we’ll get drinks.”
When the reached the head, there was the usual line. Even by dive bar standards, it was a mess. Three man trough urinal on one side, stall on the other, with tape and an Out of Order sign across the doorway. Noticing Brett stiffen at the sight of the trough and out of order sign, as he got to the front of the line, Chat walked over and took the middle space and crowding the guy on his left, so that when he was done there wouldn’t really be room for someone on that side of him. Chad, behind him in line waited as the guy on Brett’s right finished and took that spot, facing more into the corner than straight ahead. As they finished, Brett took an extra few seconds so that Chad left before him. The pattern continued for the rest of the night.
As they walked left the restroom, Chad looked at Brett and seemed about to say something. Brett kind of half glanced at him. “Remember, the shots are on you bro.” After pushing their way to the bar, they walked back to the table, with beer, and shots of Jameson’s all around.
Like any night that moves from beer to shots of whiskey, it ended with them pretty trashed. They staggered back, and barely made it to the dorm, let alone to the room. After another trip to the bathroom, where Brett noticed Chad went and pissed in a stall, they headed back to the room. When they were finally inside, a drunk Chad mumbled “Thanks” to Brett.