Lacrosse Players (mm, Size Difference)

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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.
 

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Brett put his arm on his shoulder and replied, “What…yeah….it’s all good bro.”

As they started to strip down for bed, there was an awkward silence as they both drunkenly kind of halfway watched each other. Brett now in red boxer briefs, Chad wearing his usual boxers. Finally, Brett broke the silence. “It really bothers you doesn’t it?”

“What?”, replied Chad, not sure where this was going, but kind of curious too.

“Nothing, I mean … you know, I’m just drunk I guess, just forget it.”

After a bit, Chad replied, “Yeah, it sucks. You don’t know what it’s like. It was hell in high school, and now…”. His voice trailed off.

Brett replied, “It’s cool. You know I’m just giving you shit. But it’s just between us.”

“Yeah, okay I guess”, and there was long pause, “Hey, Brett?”

“Yeah”

“Nothing”. It wasn’t nothing, but he didn’t really know what to say, so just gave up. It wasn’t really something he’d ever imagined talking about.

“Okay…..”

The awkward silence dragged on, both of them sitting there in their underwear, looking at each other.

Finally, Brett broke the silence, “Were you checking me out in the locker room?”

“What do you mean? …. No, well, you know, it’s like, well, just kind of … I don’t know. Curious maybe….”

“It’s cool.” And there was a long pause. “If you want to see it…”. And he stood up and dropped his underwear, revealing his thick cock, low hanging balls, and red bush. It was thicker than usual, since he was starting to get hard. Chad just stared for a second, not saying anything.

Brett broke the silence, “Your turn.” Chad just sat there not moving, staring at Brett’s cock. Brett stood there in front of him, the silence stretching on for a minute. Then Brett, imitating Chad’s accent added, “C’mon, now, I ain’t gonna tell y’all again.” That did it.

Chad slowly stood up, and pulled down the front of his boxers, revealing his light brown bush and tiny cock head hidden in it. Almost immediately, he pulled them back up, commenting, “There, we both know there’s not much to see.” He then added, “You’re huge. How big are you hard?”, almost before he knew what he’d said.

Brett didn’t miss a beat, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” And he started to stroke his cock both to hide that fact that he was getting hard anyway and to make sure Chad had to join him.

Chad was just staring. Brett added, “You’re not shy now are you?” It broke the tension and Chad dropped his boxers, so that he was now standing naked in front of Brett. As he watched Brett stroking his cock, he began to jack his with just his finger and thumb. Almost immediately, he was rock hard and sticking straight out. If you hadn’t seen him soft, you might not have noticed. The contrast was clear. There was Brett, standing facing Chad with his thick 7.5” cock, sticking slightly upward. Facing him was Chad, just as hard, but his was tiny, not quite 3.5” and about as thin as a sharpie.

They stood there for a second, until Brett reached his hand out towards Chad’s cock, half pausing to see if it was okay. Chad reached for Brett’s. They both kind of fumbled with the other’s, obviously used to something totally different. Brett at first tried to wrap his hand around Chad’s cock, but it disappeared into his hand, so he tried just two fingers and that worked better. It was still awkward, since it was too thin to really wrap even his fingers around. Trying to figure it out, and not wanting to embarrass Chad, he then moved down to feel his balls. The were tight and tiny, almost like marbles and he could barely feel them in Chad’s sack.

After a few moments, Brett moved to his bed, and laid down, leaving room for Chad next to him. Chad immediately followed. They both lay there, jacking and intently watching the other until Brett commented, “It’s cool watching how you jack.” He noticed Chad using just two fingers, and sometimes rubbing the underside of his cock as he pressed it up and against his pubes. He then reached over and tried to imitate what Chad had been doing. Based on Chad’s reaction, he’d figured it out.

Brett was obviously proud of his cock and would jack with his whole hand around it, pushing his hand right to the base, to show off the obvious length and thickness. When Chat reached for Brett’s cock again, it felt huge in his hands. Wrapping his hand around it, he felt the thickness as he started to stroke it. It was the first time, he could wrap his whole hand around a cock, with room to stoke up and down. When his hand moved down to cup Brett’s balls, the weight of them felt great, totally different from rubbing on his own tight sack. At first Brett seemed to be following his lead and then it seemed like he was following Brett’s. Finally Brett asked, “Are you close?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Oh yeah”. The kept going for a few seconds more and both started to shoot. Brett covered his chest with squirt after squirt. Chad shot far enough that it hit hit the top of his chest and barely missed his face. Brett exclaimed, “For a tiny cock, that’s a hell of a load.

Chad looked at him for a second not sure if Brett really intended to have given him such a backhanded compliment, and replied, “Yeah”. After a moment or so of awkward silence, they both got up and wiped off the cum. Chad then added, “I need to pass out, it’s really late.” They both went back to their beds.

The trip back to campus was quiet, with most of the team nursing a hangover from the previous night of drinking. By the time they got home, it was late and neither Brett nor Chad mentioned the previous night. Monday morning arrived and with it the usual routine of class, working out, practice, and homework.
 

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Part II: Night at the Bar

Both Brett and Chad seemed to throw themselves into workouts and practice and it was obvious to all that they were working off something. When asked, both blew it off and said they just wanted to make sure that Saturday’s game was more like last quarter than the rest of the last one.

Brett, not used to being silent, but not sure what to say, started to bring up Saturday night a couple of times when he was alone with Chad, but it never quite worked. Even the unseasonably warm weather worked against him, since Chad had taken the top off of his Jeep, which made it difficult to talk on the drive to school and back.

Thursday, as usual, was beer night. The local Irish pub had karaoke and pitchers on special, which was just what they needed. After practice, they went for a run, and by the time they got back to the locker room they were the last two there. Brett started to get his stuff, since Chad was his ride, but Chad stopped him. “Looks like we’re alone. If we shower here, then we can get some food before karaoke.” Brett agreed, thinking this was a change, since he’d never seen Chad shower there. They undressed and then walked to the showers, Chad with a towel around him, Brett naked with the towel over his shoulder.

As they got to the showers, Chat walked over to the handicapped stall, the only one with a curtain, and Brett just went into the shower room, somewhat disappointed. When they got back to the lockers, Chad commented, “It’s not you, but I didn’t know who else might straggle in late.” He then dropped his towel and dried off, for the first time facing Brett. Brett watching him, trying not to stare too much. Chad really was in great shape, with defined pecs and just a bit of hair on his 6-pack. He was also reminded why Chad never showered there, his cock really was tiny, with just the head barely visible in his brown pubes. He was pretty sure Chad was checking him out too, and he knew he looked good. He thought about the contrast between Chad’s tiny cock and his own thick five inches, hanging there. If you hadn’t seen them naked, you’d have probably thought they were both his size.

They talked about the week, and just bullshitted about practice. Things seemed back to normal. Chad was thinking it was cool to not be embarrassed for once. He was checking out Brett too, admiring his thick cock and red pubes. He wondered what it would be like to be that big and never be embarrassed about his size. He was also thinking about the other night and wondered why Brett was that interesting in his own tiny dick.

As they dried off, both watched the other and from the way things were going, it might have turned into something had they not heard the janitor coming in to clean. They finished getting dressed and headed out for dinner. Brett was trying to decide if Chad was just trying to show him that he really was cool with everything or if it was something more as they headed to Chad’s Jeep.

It was cooling off rapidly on the way to dinner and Brett remarked that it would be a cold drive home if this continued. Things were back to normal at dinner and they sat at the bar, watching baseball on TV and keeping up the usual banter about the game on TV, their upcoming game this weekend, and plans for the evening. Following dinner, they moved on to the pub, got some pitchers of beer and headed to their usual table. A few of the guys were already there and they knew that soon enough the rest would show up. Some of the baseball team was sitting nearby as usual and they started in on how their seasons were starting out, who would have the better standing at the end and the usual rivalry.

As the beer flowed, people got louder, and the usual comments were traded back and forth. Brett was, of course right in the middle of it, and it could even be said had instigated it.

Brett made his usual Clydesdale comment when asked to get beer and it got the typical groans. He was in rare form that night, and sang more than his share of the karaoke. He even pulled a few of the guys up to the mic with him for each song. For some reason Brett had an AC/DC thing going on, starting with Dirty Deeds and progressing through a few more. Finally, for his last time up, he pulled Chad up with him, without telling him which song he’d picked. The opening bars played and the words started to scroll….”Well I’m upper-upper class high society…”. The look Chad shot him was like a dagger, but all he could do was play along.

Everyone gets theirs, even if fate, or Chad, has to help it along sometime. After pushing Brett up to the mic for an encore, Brett saw the words to “Have a Drink on Me”, a song he’d carefully avoided all night, start to scroll. As he sang, Brett saw the waitress reappear with pitchers of beers for both his team, and the baseball team who promptly toasted him. Brett buying was a rare enough event, and no one would miss that opportunity.

At the end of the night, Chad was still pretty sober, since he knew from experience that there was no chance of Brett driving home on beer night. It had gotten seriously cold as the got into the Jeep and leaving the top off had been a bad idea. As they reached the apartment Brett commented, “Damn bro, I’m so fucking cold, my dick’s probably shrank up as small as yours.”

Chad glared at him, “You’re really an asshole, you know that don’t you?”

Brett wasn’t sure, but thought he may have gone a bit to far from Chad’s reaction. “Yeah, but you know I’m just teasing you bro. I’ll make it up to you.”, Brett said, putting his arm around Chad’s shoulder as the walked up to the apartment.

When they got inside, Brett opened two beers and insisted Chad join him for another drink. They flopped down on the couch next to each other, maybe a bit closer than usual. “Damn buddy, this has been a crazy week. It’s great to just chill.”, commented Brett.

“Yeah, at least neither of us has a morning class tomorrow”, added Chad. The silence dragged on, eventually he added, “That was cool on Saturday.”

“What…yeah”, replied Brett. He had been thinking the same thing. “C’mon”, he said, and picked up his beer and started towards his bedroom, pausing to see if Chad would follow. He did.

When they got into the room, he took off his shoes, socks, shirt, and paused. Chad was doing the same. He then dropped his jeans, so that he was just standing there in his boxer briefs, now obviously hard. Chad did the same, but in his boxers, it wasn’t obvious whether or not he was hard yet. Brett dropped his underwear and sat back on the bed, propped up against the pillows. Chad did the same, but kept his briefs on. There was an awkward moment, as Brett started to stoke his thick cock, making it stand straight up almost as if to show of the size. Chad had his hand in his boxers and seemed to be rubbing his little cock too.

Brett rolled towards him and slid down on the bed so that his head was even with Chad’s waist. He then put his fingers in Chad’s boxers and pulled them down. Chad’s rock hard cock sprang up, a few inches from Brett’s face. Chad had stopped rubbing his cock when Brett moved down on the bed, and now just lay there stunned. Brett moved towards him and took Chad’s tiny dick in his mouth. It was easy to take the whole thing and he started sucking it. Kind of clumsily at first, and Chad commented, “All the way, there’s no excuse to gag buddy. It’s the one good thing about being this small.”

Brett kept going and quickly found a rhythm. Chad was obviously enjoying it and as he got more into it, he put his hands on the back of Brett’s head to make sure he kept up the right pace. Brett kept at it and Chad’s balls pulled up even tighter; he was obviously getting close. Brett tried to pause, but Chad’s hands were on his head, forcing him to keep going. When Chad came, Brett nearly choked on his load, but couldn’t pull back because of Chad’s hands holding him down. As Chad stoped shooting, Brett felt the hands on his head relax, but he stayed put for a few moments and then lifted his head, turned, and spat out Chad’s load. “Told you I’d make it up to you”, he said.

Chad, still panting just gasped, “That works.” Realizing that Brett hadn’t cum and since he’d been thinking about what it would be like to suck Brett for longer than he’d admit, he added, “Your turn”, and moved down towards Brett’s cock.

It wasn’t that easy, since hard Brett was at least 7.5 inches and pretty thick too. Chad fumbled as he took Brett’s dick in his mouth. Brett reached down to steady his head and quietly said, “No teeth.”

“Sorry”, Chad mumbled, his mouth much too full to talk. Finally, he got into a rhythm and Brett was obviously enjoying it too. Chad kept going, occasionally pausing to suck on Brett’s balls. As they got tighter, Chad went back to sucking him. Brett started to put his hands on Chad’s head, but then stopped himself and let Chad keep going. It didn’t take much longer and he gasped, “I’m going to cum.” Chad didn’t stop. Brett started to pull Chad’s head up, but feeling Chad resist, Brett stopped pulling.

As he started to shoot, Chad started to choke and pulled off as Brett’s load hit Chad’s face and then dripped down into Brett’s red pubes. Panting, Brett exclaimed, “Damn, that was hot as hell.”

Chad moved back up, lying next to Brett, both not saying anything. After a while, they both got up to get cleaned up and headed to the bathroom naked. Too tired and spent to shower, they finished and paused awkwardly as they walked out both not knowing what exactly should happen next.

“Chad?”

“Yeah”

“Uh”, Brett kind of looked towards his bedroom door.

“Yeah”, replied Chat, and as Brett headed into his room, Chad followed.

“Cool”, added Brett.
 

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LAX bros are super hot. Great writing. Can’t wait to see where this goes. I hope you keep going with the story
 

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(Continued)

Brett put his arm on his shoulder and replied, “What…yeah….it’s all good bro.”

As they started to strip down for bed, there was an awkward silence as they both drunkenly kind of halfway watched each other. Brett now in red boxer briefs, Chad wearing his usual boxers. Finally, Brett broke the silence. “It really bothers you doesn’t it?”

“What?”, replied Chad, not sure where this was going, but kind of curious too.

“Nothing, I mean … you know, I’m just drunk I guess, just forget it.”

After a bit, Chad replied, “Yeah, it sucks. You don’t know what it’s like. It was hell in high school, and now…”. His voice trailed off.

Brett replied, “It’s cool. You know I’m just giving you shit. But it’s just between us.”

“Yeah, okay I guess”, and there was long pause, “Hey, Brett?”

“Yeah”

“Nothing”. It wasn’t nothing, but he didn’t really know what to say, so just gave up. It wasn’t really something he’d ever imagined talking about.

“Okay…..”

The awkward silence dragged on, both of them sitting there in their underwear, looking at each other.

Finally, Brett broke the silence, “Were you checking me out in the locker room?”

“What do you mean? …. No, well, you know, it’s like, well, just kind of … I don’t know. Curious maybe….”

“It’s cool.” And there was a long pause. “If you want to see it…”. And he stood up and dropped his underwear, revealing his thick cock, low hanging balls, and red bush. It was thicker than usual, since he was starting to get hard. Chad just stared for a second, not saying anything.

Brett broke the silence, “Your turn.” Chad just sat there not moving, staring at Brett’s cock. Brett stood there in front of him, the silence stretching on for a minute. Then Brett, imitating Chad’s accent added, “C’mon, now, I ain’t gonna tell y’all again.” That did it.

Chad slowly stood up, and pulled down the front of his boxers, revealing his light brown bush and tiny cock head hidden in it. Almost immediately, he pulled them back up, commenting, “There, we both know there’s not much to see.” He then added, “You’re huge. How big are you hard?”, almost before he knew what he’d said.

Brett didn’t miss a beat, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” And he started to stroke his cock both to hide that fact that he was getting hard anyway and to make sure Chad had to join him.

Chad was just staring. Brett added, “You’re not shy now are you?” It broke the tension and Chad dropped his boxers, so that he was now standing naked in front of Brett. As he watched Brett stroking his cock, he began to jack his with just his finger and thumb. Almost immediately, he was rock hard and sticking straight out. If you hadn’t seen him soft, you might not have noticed. The contrast was clear. There was Brett, standing facing Chad with his thick 7.5” cock, sticking slightly upward. Facing him was Chad, just as hard, but his was tiny, not quite 3.5” and about as thin as a sharpie.

They stood there for a second, until Brett reached his hand out towards Chad’s cock, half pausing to see if it was okay. Chad reached for Brett’s. They both kind of fumbled with the other’s, obviously used to something totally different. Brett at first tried to wrap his hand around Chad’s cock, but it disappeared into his hand, so he tried just two fingers and that worked better. It was still awkward, since it was too thin to really wrap even his fingers around. Trying to figure it out, and not wanting to embarrass Chad, he then moved down to feel his balls. The were tight and tiny, almost like marbles and he could barely feel them in Chad’s sack.

After a few moments, Brett moved to his bed, and laid down, leaving room for Chad next to him. Chad immediately followed. They both lay there, jacking and intently watching the other until Brett commented, “It’s cool watching how you jack.” He noticed Chad using just two fingers, and sometimes rubbing the underside of his cock as he pressed it up and against his pubes. He then reached over and tried to imitate what Chad had been doing. Based on Chad’s reaction, he’d figured it out.

Brett was obviously proud of his cock and would jack with his whole hand around it, pushing his hand right to the base, to show off the obvious length and thickness. When Chat reached for Brett’s cock again, it felt huge in his hands. Wrapping his hand around it, he felt the thickness as he started to stroke it. It was the first time, he could wrap his whole hand around a cock, with room to stoke up and down. When his hand moved down to cup Brett’s balls, the weight of them felt great, totally different from rubbing on his own tight sack. At first Brett seemed to be following his lead and then it seemed like he was following Brett’s. Finally Brett asked, “Are you close?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Oh yeah”. The kept going for a few seconds more and both started to shoot. Brett covered his chest with squirt after squirt. Chad shot far enough that it hit hit the top of his chest and barely missed his face. Brett exclaimed, “For a tiny cock, that’s a hell of a load.

Chad looked at him for a second not sure if Brett really intended to have given him such a backhanded compliment, and replied, “Yeah”. After a moment or so of awkward silence, they both got up and wiped off the cum. Chad then added, “I need to pass out, it’s really late.” They both went back to their beds.

The trip back to campus was quiet, with most of the team nursing a hangover from the previous night of drinking. By the time they got home, it was late and neither Brett nor Chad mentioned the previous night. Monday morning arrived and with it the usual routine of class, working out, practice, and homework.
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Brett put his arm on his shoulder and replied, “What…yeah….it’s all good bro.”

As they started to strip down for bed, there was an awkward silence as they both drunkenly kind of halfway watched each other. Brett now in red boxer briefs, Chad wearing his usual boxers. Finally, Brett broke the silence. “It really bothers you doesn’t it?”

“What?”, replied Chad, not sure where this was going, but kind of curious too.

“Nothing, I mean … you know, I’m just drunk I guess, just forget it.”

After a bit, Chad replied, “Yeah, it sucks. You don’t know what it’s like. It was hell in high school, and now…”. His voice trailed off.

Brett replied, “It’s cool. You know I’m just giving you shit. But it’s just between us.”

“Yeah, okay I guess”, and there was long pause, “Hey, Brett?”

“Yeah”

“Nothing”. It wasn’t nothing, but he didn’t really know what to say, so just gave up. It wasn’t really something he’d ever imagined talking about.

“Okay…..”

The awkward silence dragged on, both of them sitting there in their underwear, looking at each other.

Finally, Brett broke the silence, “Were you checking me out in the locker room?”

“What do you mean? …. No, well, you know, it’s like, well, just kind of … I don’t know. Curious maybe….”

“It’s cool.” And there was a long pause. “If you want to see it…”. And he stood up and dropped his underwear, revealing his thick cock, low hanging balls, and red bush. It was thicker than usual, since he was starting to get hard. Chad just stared for a second, not saying anything.

Brett broke the silence, “Your turn.” Chad just sat there not moving, staring at Brett’s cock. Brett stood there in front of him, the silence stretching on for a minute. Then Brett, imitating Chad’s accent added, “C’mon, now, I ain’t gonna tell y’all again.” That did it.

Chad slowly stood up, and pulled down the front of his boxers, revealing his light brown bush and tiny cock head hidden in it. Almost immediately, he pulled them back up, commenting, “There, we both know there’s not much to see.” He then added, “You’re huge. How big are you hard?”, almost before he knew what he’d said.

Brett didn’t miss a beat, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” And he started to stroke his cock both to hide that fact that he was getting hard anyway and to make sure Chad had to join him.

Chad was just staring. Brett added, “You’re not shy now are you?” It broke the tension and Chad dropped his boxers, so that he was now standing naked in front of Brett. As he watched Brett stroking his cock, he began to jack his with just his finger and thumb. Almost immediately, he was rock hard and sticking straight out. If you hadn’t seen him soft, you might not have noticed. The contrast was clear. There was Brett, standing facing Chad with his thick 7.5” cock, sticking slightly upward. Facing him was Chad, just as hard, but his was tiny, not quite 3.5” and about as thin as a sharpie.

They stood there for a second, until Brett reached his hand out towards Chad’s cock, half pausing to see if it was okay. Chad reached for Brett’s. They both kind of fumbled with the other’s, obviously used to something totally different. Brett at first tried to wrap his hand around Chad’s cock, but it disappeared into his hand, so he tried just two fingers and that worked better. It was still awkward, since it was too thin to really wrap even his fingers around. Trying to figure it out, and not wanting to embarrass Chad, he then moved down to feel his balls. The were tight and tiny, almost like marbles and he could barely feel them in Chad’s sack.

After a few moments, Brett moved to his bed, and laid down, leaving room for Chad next to him. Chad immediately followed. They both lay there, jacking and intently watching the other until Brett commented, “It’s cool watching how you jack.” He noticed Chad using just two fingers, and sometimes rubbing the underside of his cock as he pressed it up and against his pubes. He then reached over and tried to imitate what Chad had been doing. Based on Chad’s reaction, he’d figured it out.

Brett was obviously proud of his cock and would jack with his whole hand around it, pushing his hand right to the base, to show off the obvious length and thickness. When Chat reached for Brett’s cock again, it felt huge in his hands. Wrapping his hand around it, he felt the thickness as he started to stroke it. It was the first time, he could wrap his whole hand around a cock, with room to stoke up and down. When his hand moved down to cup Brett’s balls, the weight of them felt great, totally different from rubbing on his own tight sack. At first Brett seemed to be following his lead and then it seemed like he was following Brett’s. Finally Brett asked, “Are you close?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Oh yeah”. The kept going for a few seconds more and both started to shoot. Brett covered his chest with squirt after squirt. Chad shot far enough that it hit hit the top of his chest and barely missed his face. Brett exclaimed, “For a tiny cock, that’s a hell of a load.

Chad looked at him for a second not sure if Brett really intended to have given him such a backhanded compliment, and replied, “Yeah”. After a moment or so of awkward silence, they both got up and wiped off the cum. Chad then added, “I need to pass out, it’s really late.” They both went back to their beds.

The trip back to campus was quiet, with most of the team nursing a hangover from the previous night of drinking. By the time they got home, it was late and neither Brett nor Chad mentioned the previous night. Monday morning arrived and with it the usual routine of class, working out, practice, and homework.
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It was the annual spring Jungle party at Brett’s fraternity and as usual the place was packed. A few other chapters had come to visit, making this the party to be at this weekend. The beer was flowing, and you could hear the music up and down fraternity row. Brett’s jungle themed costume looked more like something Fred Flintstone would wear, but it would take someone with a lot of courage, liquid or otherwise to actually tell him that.

Brett had been flirting with a number of women all night, but he seemed more intent of just getting drunk and having a good time than anything else. He had moved from the dance floor to the beer pong table, and years of practice and a high tolerance made him one of the better players in the house. Every so often, play was punctuated by someone singing when the ball landed in their opponents, or more rarely a spectators cup, and they had to fill and chug.

Chad was there too, which wasn’t particularly surprising, since he often was at parties at Brett’s fraternity. As usual, he was spending more time drinking the free beer than anything else. This party was as much a fraternity event for the guys from different chapters to get together and blow off steam than it was a typical party. Pledges from the other chapters had shown up too, and they were often told to get beers for the brothers and then told to drink if they were too slow or spilled too much on the way. It was a pretty typical, raucous good time.

There were also the usual antics of drunken upperclassmen, telling pledges to recite their oath or to sing a specific fraternity song. The drinking had started when the guys from the other chapters hard begun to arrive on Friday afternoon, so a few of the pledges who’d passed out earlier in a public space had things like “dumb fuck” written on their forehead.

Chad saw a group of pledges who appeared to all be from the same chapter appear with numbers like “6” or “7.5” or “8” written on their forehead. One, who looked pretty unhappy with the situation had “microdick” written on his. When Chad saw the pledges heading towards the beer pong table and realized Brett was still playing, he followed them in, thinking this was going to be interesting. He felt sorry for the guy, since fear of stuff like this was a large part of why he didn’t join a fraternity in the first place. He knew that this could go pretty badly, since Brett didn’t seem like he’d have a high tolerance for that type of humiliation and a drunk and angry Brett wasn’t a great combination.

Brett defeated the next few players and then it was microdick’s turn at the table. As he walked up, Brett’s voice boomed across the table, “I’m Brett, what’s you name pledge?”

“Call me microdick”, replied the pledge somewhat hesitantly. It was obvious this was part of the hazing and that he wasn’t pleased with it at all.

Brett’s voice boomed, but there was a slightly dark note to it, “What?”

“Microdick SIR”, replied the pledge.

“Unless your momma calls you that, tell me your name.”

“Tom….Tom Sir”, replied the pledge, not sure where this was going.

“Well Tom, prepare to drink.” And Brett served. The volley lasted longer than usual and when it hit the side of Brett’s cup, he took the expected drink. Brett’s next serve took Tom off guard and as it bounced off the rim, Tom took the required two drinks. The next volley ended with Tom hitting it off the rim of Brett’s cup. The crowd was watching a bit more intently, since Brett usually sunk on opponents quickly and knocked them of the table. The next volley lasted longer, but ultimately Tom hit the side of Brett’s cup, leaving Tom with three drinks left to Brett’s one. On the next volley, Brett promptly launched the ball into Tom’s cup, meaning he would have to fill and chug. The crowed roared when they realized that Brett had knocked over his beer in the process, meaning he would have to do the same and was knocked of the table.

Chad knew that Brett wasn’t nearly drunk enough for this to be a mistake and that something was up. Brett filled Tom’s beer, which was unusual, since Tom was a pledge and Brett was not known for being a nice guy. Chad couldn’t decide if Brett was interested in Tom or what exactly was going on. Tom was definitely a good looking guy, about 6’, maybe 165 or 170, kind of a swimmer build with blond hair and a definite all American look.

Then Tom’s pledge brothers started, “Here’s to Brett and micro, Brett and micro, Brett and micro, …

Brett interrupted, at the top of his lungs, “What the fuck did you say?” The room grew quiet. “It’s Brett and Tom”. He paused for a moment. “SAY IT”

The silence was broken by some of the pledged interrupting, “But we were told….”

“Who the fuck told you that? Finish your damn song, and do it right.”

They stated again, “Here’s to Brett and Tom…”. As they finished, Eric, their pledge master walked in, red faced, drunk, and clearly furious. “Who the hell are you to tell my pledges what to do?”, he yelled.

“I’m Brett, and I’m brother here and I know a damn sight more about Brotherhood than you do.” Before he could be interrupted, Brett added, “The Chapter room is upstairs. Let’s go.” And turned to leave.

Dumbfounded, Eric started to follow him, with a bunch of other brothers and pledges following. They all seemed amazed and curious where this was going. It was clear that only Brothers and pledges were going to be allowed in.

As soon as they walked into the Chapter room, Brett stuck out his hand in the unmistakable way that confirmed he was a brother, “Brett”, he said.

Stunned, Eric shook his hand, “Eric”.

Before Eric could utter another work, Brett lit into him, “What the fuck are you thinking humiliating one of us in front of outsiders. Which part of honor, self-respect, and brotherhood in our oath confused you?”

Eric clearly wasn’t used to being told what to do and if anyone could stand up to Brett, he was the one. He was a big guy with dark hair and brown eyes, about Brett’s height, but more of football player build and clearly no stranger to the gym. He had an attitude that said he was used to getting his way “Listen you asshole. I’ll treat my pledges anyway I damn well want and won’t tolerate some tiny dicked idiot like you telling me what to do. And what’s more, if you don’t like it, you can suck my big, donkey dick.” Gripping his package for emphasis as he said it.

“Okay you pencil dicked idiot, let me make it easy for you”, Brett said. “Behind closed doors, when it’s just the fraternity, you can do what you want, but we present a unified front to the world. It’s called brotherhood. As pledge master you, of all people should know it. As for sucking your so called donkey dick, I’ll call your bluff. Bigger guy gets sucked.”

There room got quiet, now Eric had to make a decision. It was obvious what it was going to be, the moment Brett challenged him. “All right, it’s a bet. I’m going to enjoy seeing you on your knees in front of me”, replied Eric.

They’d both gone too far to stop. Brett started to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. Eric followed and pulled open his jeans and pulled down his boxers revealing dark brown pubes and a thick cock hanging about 5.5”.

Brett stood facing him. He pulled open his jeans and pushed his boxer briefs down below his big cock and balls. He was also hung, but it was pretty clear he wasn’t quite as big as Eric. As Eric started to grin, Brett announced, “Lucky for me, I’m a grower.”

As Brett started to stroke his cock, Eric had no choice but to do the same. Eric’s cock grew to an impressive 7”. Unfortunately for him, Brett hadn’t lied. His cock was at least 7.5” hard, and possibly more. “Do we need to measure?”, Brett asked with a grin, “or do you admit defeat?”

Eric replied, “You win” and started to pull up his boxers and turn away. Brett just stood there, with his rock hard cock sticking out.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”, asked Brett.

The room was silent, not believing what they were seeing. Eric grinned nervously. “I said ‘you win’, I admitted you have a bigger dick. What more do you want?”

“My prize.”

“You’re serious!?”

“Of course. I won didn’t I?” He put his hands on Eric’s shoulders and started to push him down. Eric resisted, at first and then slowly dropped to his knees. “This is going to be fun”, Brett said.

Brett put both hands on the back of Eric’s head to steady it and shoved his cock into Eric’s face. Eric hesitated, so he reached down and held Eric’s nose, forcing him to open his mouth to breath. As Eric opened his mouth, Brett shoved his cock in, making Eric gag on the length and girth. As Eric struggled to breathe, Brett roughly began to fuck his face, holding the back of Eric’s head so that he couldn’t get away. Eric seemed to resign himself to the situation and might even have been enjoying it, if it weren’t for the crowd watching. It crossed Brett’s mind that this was not the first time Eric had done this, since he was expert at avoiding using his teeth.

It didn’t take long for Brett to realize he was about to cum. He pulled Eric’s head onto his dick, and was almost panting as he started to shoot his load into Eric. He felt Eric try to pull back, but held his head tightly in position, until he finally finished shooting. When Brett released his grip, Eric immediately pulled his head back and spat Brett’s load onto the floor.

“Damn!!”, exclaimed Brett still catching his breath. As he reached down to help Eric up, he said in a loud voice, “This doesn’t leave the room.” In the awkward silence he added, “understood?”

There were some murmurs of ascent as the room started to empty.

Eric hesitated and then took his hand and got up, avoiding looking him in the eye. Eric turned away before Brett could be 100% sure, but it looked as though Eric was showing a bit more bulge in his jeans that before.


Brett returned to the party and more specifically headed towards the bar to get more beer.