All characters are above the age of 18
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Things went back to normal after the camping trip. Almost like nothing happened. Maybe a testament to our friendship or just how absurd and chill the guys are.
There was only one time while the three of us were playing basketball outside in the warm weather when there was some tension. I was trying to block out Elijah from catching the rebound which involved turning my back to him and my butt happened to brush against his front, and he made a weird sound. Then when I was dribbling towards the net and did a fake that again caused my back to get in contact with him, he just let me go! "Brycen," he had growled my name. We had played a million times before like this, so at that moment, I didn't get what he was so worked up about, and I'm a competitive dude, so whatever. They were physically taller, stronger, and faster than me, so I'll take any advantage I get! He didn't even try to block me anymore, putting so much space between us that I made basket after basket. I won!
"Get it!" Patt congratulated me. I ran over to Patt jumping up to give him a hug. With how high I jumped and his surprise, he instinctively grabbed my legs, pulling them around his waist, and I also instictively tightened my legs around him. Our bodies tight together felt good. After a couple seconds, we both sort of paused and realized the intimate picture we made. We leg go at the same time and patted each other on the back awkwardly then high fived.
And to be brutally honest, were there times I woke up in the middle of the night out of breath, hot, my skin sensitive, and my dick hard with pre cum dripping after dreaming about my two straight best friends? Sure... Once or twice... Or way more...
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A couple weeks or so later, we decided to hang out on a Saturday. Elijah and I were free first so we met up to play tennis. We used the outside college campus courts. It was a beautiful day, so I wore short athletic shorts and a Nike tank. I loved tennis and was currently taking it as a college PE class. My skills had improved quite a bit if I do say so myself.
My shorts didn't have pockets, but they were tight, so I just stuck a couple balls under the tight fabric on the outer part of my left thigh.
Elijah's eyes zeroed in on my actions. "Uhh dude, you're shoving the balls we're going to play with up your shorts?"
"Tennis players do this all the time, Elijah! This is how girls carry tennis balls in their shorts under their skirts when they don't have pockets," I replied. It's not that weird.
Elijah adjusted himself! Even for a horndog like him, was this turning him on a little? I didn't know what to think about that.
Anyways, we got to playing. While warming up, Elijah hit a few balls I couldn't make it to on time. "What's that I smell?" He made a dramatic show of seeming to sniff the air. He was playfully smack talking me. "Why, it's the smell of Brycen's impending defeat! Maybe I'll spank you as your punishment for losing."
Ooh that riled me up! "Bring it on, tough guy!" To both of our surprise, I crushed him! Dang, we should play tennis more often.
We stopped for a break between sets to rehydrate. After gulping down half my bottle, I turned to Elijah and asked, "What's that smell?"
"What smell?" He seemed confused.
I smiled wide, "It's the smell of your defeat!"
Elijah hooted and hollered. "You got me there!" We laughed together as he turned around to stick out his very well defined muscley butt. I smacked it with my racket and giggled.
Patt showed up then, joining our giggles. "Looks like I'm already missing out! What are you wearing, Brycen?"
"Huh?"
"I know right, I've been half hard all game," Elijah grumbled.
"What???" I said louder. "What's wrong?"
Patt turned to me, "You're shorts are tiny."
"I wear this to my PE tennis class all the time, and no one's said anything there."
He stepped up and fingered the end of my shorts and, okay, well, when he did that, they seemed a little short, because his fingers sliding under almost reached my groin creases. Ummm..
"Anyways, I'll play whoever just won," Patt changed the subject.
I crushed him too! I played them back to back to back. After I lost count of how many games I won, I was exhausted and asked to be done for the night. I walked over to their side of the court where they sat next to eachother rehydrating. I plopped myself between them sideways, leaning my back against Patt, with my legs thrown over Elijah's.
Like the immature college student I am, I pointed my water bottle at Elijah and squeezed, a puff of mist splashed against his face.
"Hey!" He splashed my legs with water.
Patt joined in and tried to dump water on my head, but I dodged, and it fell on my chest.
Elijah smiled at Patt wickedly. From his bottle, he started a slow stream from the edge of where my shirt got wet down across my abs to my shorts! Right over my groin! I don't know why, but I was frozen as he emptied his bottle over me. I was completely drenched, my shirt see-through, my nipples poking out, and my shorts outlining my dick and balls. Both of them stared without shame. My dick twitched at the attention!
I jumped up and tried to cover my front. "Um, okay, well, we're going to be late for dinner with the guys!" I ran to change quickly in the bathroom.
Elijah and Patt just kept on their sweaty athletic gear.
Elijah, ever the organizer, had invited Jake and Stewy, also cool guys, to join us for dinner. We laughed, we joked, we ate to our hearts' content.
The guys have always been attentive and good friends, but they seemed more attentive than usual. Elijah and Patt sat on either side of me at dinner, Stewy and Jake across the table. Elijah and Patt refilled my soda when I was almost done, they shared their sliced pickles with me, because they know I like them, and one of them was touching me at all times. An arm over the back of my chair, a brush of my arm, a pat and a rest on my thigh. Or maybe I was just more aware of them now.
Then we hung out in the lounge watching movies and eating popcorn. Again, they sandwiched me on the couch. No one acted like any of this was unusual, so I didn't let it bother me.
Later into the night, Elijah mentioned one of his friends lived near campus but in one of the super upscale areas of town. They had a guest house on their property with an outside hot tub, set up like an infinity pool, on the edge of the hill. He said his friend said he could bring people over any time.
"Dude, it's like 1 am. We'd be way too loud," Jake cautioned.
"No, it's cool! His family is out of town this weekend. That's why it's perfect!"
"Why do I feel like Elijah is convincing us of committing breaking and entering?" Stewy joked.
"I swear! See!" Elijah showed us a text, and sure enough what he said was true.
Jake whooped and jumped off the couch. "Let's goooo!"
