It was a warm summer's day. The air-conditioning had broken down over at Jessie's place. Generally, this would be the recipe for a horrible day. But Jessie and Zack were not going to let it get their spirits down, as the only recipe they were concerned with, was their cookie recipe. They had woken up early, so they could make enough batches of cookies to have for breakfast and lunch.
They had always enjoyed doing this activity at least once a month. It was a way of bonding that was not commonplace among male friends, but Jessie and Zack never cared for that. Their cookies were amazing, and anyone who disagreed with their practice was just phobic and a fool.
However, the summer heat and the broken air-conditioning made things tough today. Despite waking up earlier than usual, it still got very hot, very early on in the day. The baking was only halfway done, and there was still plenty of work to be done.
Zack came up with an idea and took off his shirt. He had a rather muscular, fit build, and he was not at all ashamed of showing it off. At this point, all he was still wearing, was his loosely fitting three-quarter pants and his socks, as shoes were always taken off at the front door.
"Come on, bro," Zack said. "You can't convince me you're not feeling hot. I can see you're sweating! Just take off your shirt!"
Jessie hesitated. He was not as fit as Zack. It was not that he was chubby or overweight in any way. He was even rather skinny. But Jessie was the kind of skinny without the muscles. Jessie never felt very masculine about himself, but he also never felt pressured to prove others otherwise and work out to look more muscular. His skinny build, long hairstyle, and his androgynous name often lead to Jessie being misgendered. He had gotten used to it, but it still made him feel self-conscious.
Jessie knew that taking off his shirt shouldn't matter. He was a man, after all, just like Zack. But a voice in his head still told him it was indecent, and that Zack might take the wrong message if he took his shirt off too, despite him encouraging it.
"I don't feel comfortable without my shirt," Jessie said. "But I know another way to cool myself." He grabbed the bottom of his shirt, looped it through the front of the shirt's neck, and pulled it down to tighten it, exposing his midriff. He was proud of having learned this technique many years back, but Zack could only laugh in response.
"Dude, you totally just turned your t-shirt into a bra." Zack laughed. "That's hilarious." He needed a moment to recover while Jessie stared him down. "Alright, alright," Zack said when he managed to stop laughing. "It's your choice. I won't judge you for it. It just came a little unexpected, that's all."
Jessie shrugged it off and the duo continued baking cookies. The kitchen was not luxuriously big, though, and Zack's idea soon proved to be insufficient in battling the heat that was building up from both the sun and the oven.
"Ah, fuck it," Zack said, as he undid his belt and took off his pants. "It's not like we haven't seen each other in underwear before, changing into our gym clothing at school and all that." He picked up his pants from the floor and threw them toward the living room to land them on the couch, where he had placed his shirt earlier. Zack now stood nearly naked in the kitchen, apart from his socks and black boxer briefs.
Jessie hesitated to follow along, but Zack briefly remembered their childhood shenanigans, when they would pull down each other's pants for a quick laugh. Instinctively, Zack pulled down Jessie's pants. "Yo!" Zack shouted. "What in the world are you wearing?!" He could not contain his laughter and had to lean on the counter to stop himself from falling over.
"Shut up, dude!" Jessie replied ashamed. "They're just my briefs. As if you've never seen them before!"
"Your briefs were white!" Zack said, still laughing. "These are definitely pink!"
"I accidentally mixed them with new red clothing in the washing machine and the colors bled and turned my briefs pinkish," Jessie replied annoyed.
"Yeah, okay," Zack said and chuckled. "But these are totally riding up into your ass. It's like you're wearing women's underwear!"
"These are the same ones I wore when I was younger. I never got around to buying bigger ones because these still fit." Jessie said. "Yes, they are tight, but they fit, so why waste money?"
"You never change," Zack said with a chuckle, finally calming himself down. "Always stingy with money when it's about clothing."
"That's why I could afford this kick-ass oven and we're doing this at my place instead of yours, jerkwad," Jessie teased.
Zack returned his focus to mixing the cookie batter and shaping it up on the oven tray, while Jessie kept his position at the oven, placing and removing oven trays from the oven. The oven was not built into the wall or otherwise raised, so Jessie always bent over when interacting with the oven.
Zack had taken notice that, with Jessie's lack of pants, his tight, pink briefs, his shirt shaped like a bra, his long hair, and his general lack of body hair, he easily looked like a woman. This made Jessie's handling of the oven a lot more arousing to Zack than it did before.
"Uhm," Zack started. "Could you maybe put on some different underwear? You're starting to distract me." Zack's cheeks became red with shame.
"What's the matter?" Jessie teased. "Am I turning you on?" He laughed and turned to face Zack, only to find him standing somewhat crouched behind the counter, hiding the sight of his boxer briefs from him. "Dude, seriously?" He continued. "You're so gross. I'm a dude, man!" He turned back around and refocused his mind on the oven and the cookies inside of it.
Zack tried to fight his arousal, and fend off his horny thoughts, but it quickly proved to be of no avail. He soon found himself hyperfocused on Jessie's ass. How his briefs looked more like a pair of panties, how they tightly rode up his ass, and how tempted he felt to walk over and spank it, only to remind himself he was having lusty thoughts over his male friend, and that that was wrong.
By the time the last of the cookies left the oven, Zack and Jessie were both starving and craving cookies. Zack munched one down, giving it no second thought. Jessie, on the other hand, took his time to enjoy the cookie, even making audible soft moaning sounds as he seemed to thoroughly enjoy their baked cookies.
"Dude, stop," Zack said. "You're making it weird."
"Oh, so I can't even enjoy my cookies now?" Jessie replied, annoyed.
"You are literally giving me a boner," Zack said. "And you know I'm straight, so, yeah, it's making me uncomfortable."
"Maybe you're not so straight after all then," Jessie said and chuckled.
"So, it doesn't bother you that you're giving me a boner?" Zack asked, somewhat surprised.
"I mean, it's not my boner," Jessie answered teasingly and laughed. "I don't have to question my sexuality."
"It really bothers you that little?" Zack replied. He hummed in thought and followed up on his question, "I wonder when my arousal 'does' start bothering you..."
"When you can't bribe me enough to justify looking the other way," Jessie said laughingly and took another bite of his cookie. "Like, right now, I'm still enjoying our cookies. If it weren't for them, I'd probably be much more bothered by it." He shrugged.
"Okay, so if it weren't for the cookies, it'd take money for you to simply not care?" Zack asked intrigued.
"I guess," Jessie replied.
"I've got to put this to the test..." Zack said. He stood up from the chair at the counter and pulled out his 6-inch semi-erect dick and let it fall onto the counter.
