Page 7 of Taunting the Ghost

Chapter 3

Caleb coughed. Why was Isaac staring? It was enough to make any man, no matter how confident in his size, self-conscious.

“Like what you see?” Caleb said, then wanted to kick himself. A joke like that was why his girlfriend had banned them from hanging out in their boxers together.

The look Isaac sent him was like nothing he’d ever seen. The fire reflected off Isaac’s eyes, making them burn with heat.

Heat that went straight to Caleb’s dick.

For a singular and insane second, Caleb thought Isaac was about to suck his dick.

But that was a crazy thought. It had to be the haunted house putting strange thoughts in his head. Isaac would never.

When Isaac took a deep breath and tugged hard on the pants, peeling them off one leg at a time, Caleb slowly relaxed.

There was nothing hot about stumbling out of wet jeans. Why had he chosen such tight ones? It hugged the ass nicely but he hadn’t thought through the consequences.

And now he was standing naked, dick out, on the verge of getting hard after all that manhandling, knowing that his girlfriend would be pissed if she found out.

“Now we’re even,” Isaac said, taking off his boxers and adding them to the pile of wet clothes.

Caleb choked on a laugh.

Together, they crouched in front of the wood stove. Luckily, the stove was on tile but surrounded by carpet. Otherwise it’d be murder on the knees.

They were side by side. Basking in the heat. Quiet. Like something had changed between them. They may be best friends, but they’d never been naked and alone together before. In the showers after hockey practice didn’t count. That was the one exception their girlfriends had allowed.

Caleb’s shivering wouldn’t stop. Maybe Isaac had been right. Maybe Caleb should’ve stripped right away instead of sitting in his wet clothes.

He tried to keep his eyes above the belt. Cause hell no did he want an eyeful of dick like he’d given Isaac.

But Isaac hadn’t freaked out. He’d sounded impressed? Maybe? With the size. Even though it was smaller than it should be because of the cold.

Caleb rubbed his thighs, too cold to care that the warmer he got, the bigger his dick became, while Isaac tentatively reached out and rubbed his back.

It felt good. In a way he couldn’t explain.

He didn’t mean to look down. He was just trying to get the shivering under control. He didn’t mean to get a good solid look at what Isaac was packing.

Sure, he’d seen it in the showers. But that was while surrounded by his teammates. Anyone who was caught looking down for too long got called gay. Jokes like, “Don’t drop the soap around Caleb!” would be yelled instantly.

It was just supposed to be a quick glance. Just to compare.

But then it moved. And the more he stared, the more it grew in size, like it knew Caleb was watching. Even though he was being very discreet while he rubbed his thighs.

But fuck. Isaac was hung. At the rate it was growing, Caleb wasn’t even sure which of them was bigger.

He had the sudden urge to compete to see who would win. He’d stroke himself fast and hard, dare Isaac to do the same, they’d measure and hold them side by side, stroking them together and-

What the hell was he thinking? Maybe the rumors had some truth to them. Something about this place was giving him gay thoughts. Was it the ghost?

He’d never wondered how big Isaac’s dick was before. Besides, you know, in the usual way you do when in a shower. It was impossible not to compare a little.

He’d also never been naked, huddled together in front of a fire with Isaac, either. Or had the warmth of Isaac’s naked body next to his. Felt Isaac’s strength in the firm strokes on Caleb’s back. Or the scent of sweat that he associated with a good hard workout.

A workout that always led to him jerking off the second he was alone.

Fuck, he was getting hard. The hell. Isaac stopped rubbing Caleb’s back. He’d noticed.