Page 8 of His Fearless Guy

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Baylor

“So, no Jess?” I ask, pulling out my chem book and taking a seat on his bed.

“She has a boyfriend now.” He shakes his head, looking irritated by the fact. “She thinks he’s the one.”

I crack a smile. Looks like he no longer gets to turn to the neighbor for his booty calls. I shouldn’t be getting so much pleasure over the fact, but that jealousy I was feeling just disintegrated on the spot.

“That sucks. Any regrets on not locking her down?” I wonder if he’s jealous of the new guy. Sometimes you don’t realize you have feelings for someone until you lose your opportunity.

“No. It was never going to work between us. She hates video games, football and carbs.”

He plops down and pulls out his book, and I’m shaking my head, laughing.

“Dang. How the hell did you see past all that and fuck the girl?”

His brow cocks right up. “And how the hell can you see past Taya’s snotty attitude and get it up?”

He’s right about that, but I have my reasons. I’m not blinded by those reasons anymore though. “I’m going to end things with her, probably after this weekend. Just don’t need any drama to ruin Chase’s party, so I’ll wait until after.”

He holds out his hand for a fist bump, approving the fact. One look at his big fist and my cock starts to swell. We need to get to studying before my mind gets focused on something else and then I won’t be able to concentrate.

“Dude,you want to take a break and go for a swim?” He shoves his book aside. We’ve been at it for almost two hours. I could definitely stand for a breather. My brain is crammed full of formulas and terms and they’re all starting to run together in one big mess.

“Yeah, sure. You got some swim trunks I can borrow?”

He walks over to his drawer then tosses me a pair. I take off my shirt and start to strip off my pants.

“It’s called a bathroom, dude.”

I kick my jeans aside then reach for the waistband of my boxers. Doesn’t he realize how many times I’ve gotten naked in front of an entire team of guys in the locker room. How many times I’ve had to adjust my dick and tuck it inside my cup right in front of my teammates. He’s the only one who always changes in private. They have an entire row of private changing rooms, and Ryes is the only one who uses them. I know his parents aredefinitely more reserved than mine, but we’ve been playing ball together for years. I don’t get why he’s so shy.

“I’ve got no shame, man,” I say, sliding my boxers off with a big ol’ grin. “If you want to look at my junk, look away.” I wiggle my hips, letting my dick swing from side to side. I’m proud of what I’m packing between my legs, and since I’m sporting a semi, it looks even bigger. Besides, he got a full look at it last night, so it’s not like he hasn’t seen it before.

And now that semi is starting to get thicker.

He rolls his eyes and turns to head into his bathroom. Reappearing two minutes later. The fact that he didn’t look his fill of my cock is somewhat disappointing.

“What’s with you always being so shy?” I ask. I’ve felt what he’s sporting between his legs, and it’s definitely nothing to be embarrassed over. He puts most of the guys to shame.

He tosses his clothes in his dirty hamper, shrugging. “The guys spread that rumor about me having an elephant-trunk-sized dick. I’m not interested in someone trying to take a picture of me and blasting it all over social media.”

Based on what I felt last night, I have to say that rumor isn’t a far stretch from the truth. “I doubt they’d do that.” I shake my head. “They don’t want the girls to see it. It will put them to shame. I’m not worried though.” I smirk.

He looks down at my crotch and my dick flexes under my swim trunks, trying to prove that it’s just as thick and long as what he’s got.

“I think I may have a few inches on you.” He smirks.

A laugh bursts out of me. “Doubt it. But you’re welcome to put your money where your mouth is and we can measure them side by side.”

The buzzing is back in my veins as he stares at my crotch. I’m secretly hoping he’ll accept my challenge.

“Nah.” He finally looks up. “Don’t need to take any more of your money.”

He turns to head out to the pool, and I’m shaking my head as I follow him outside.

“Few inches my ass,” I state, dipping my toe in the water to see how cold it is. Suddenly, I’m pushed from the side and falling right into the freezing water. His pool may be heated, but in January it still feels icy. I come up and blow out my nose, clearing my eyes so I can see again. But then comes a giant splash from my right as Ryeson cannonballs next to me, and I’m doused again, swallowing another gulp down my throat.

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