The afternoon sun filtered through the oak trees in the park, casting dappled light over the bench where Ole and Nick lounged after their run. Ole, tall and slim at twenty-five with his blonde hair catching the breeze, stretched his legs out and grinned at his friend. Nick, two years younger and noticeably more muscular despite his shorter frame, wiped sweat from his bald head and shot him a mischievous look. "So, Ole," Nick began, leaning in with that cocky smirk, "who do you think has the bigger cock?" Ole chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "I'm taller than you, so probably me. Height's got to count for something." Nick laughed, shaking his head. "Height doesn't mean shit when it comes to cock size. That's rookie thinking." Their banter flowed easily, the kind of sharp, teasing exchange that had defined their friendship for years, but today there was an edge to it, a spark of something more charged.
Ole shifted on the bench, his curiosity piqued despite himself. "You're really going there? Fine, maybe it's you then, Mr. Muscles. But I doubt it." Nick's eyes gleamed with challenge. "Prove it. Let's compare. No more talk." Ole hesitated, glancing around the empty park path. The idea was ridiculous, risky even, but the tension in Nick's voice pulled at him. After a moment's pause, he nodded. "Alright, locker room it is. But if this gets weird, you're buying the beers." They stood and walked the short distance to the nearby gym facility, the air between them thick with unspoken anticipation. Inside the empty locker room, the fluorescent lights hummed overhead as they found a secluded corner.
Ole went first, peeling off his shirt to reveal his lean torso, then dropping his shorts. His cock hung there, already stirring from the thrill of the dare. Nick watched with an appreciative nod, his own muscular build coming into view as he stripped down methodically. "Not bad," Nick said, voice low and witty. "But let's get them hard for a real comparison." They stood facing each other, hands moving in tandem, stroking themselves to full erection. The room filled with the sound of their breathing, the scent of sweat and arousal. Ole's cock stood proud and lengthy, but Nick's thicker, veined length quickly outpaced it in girth and rigid hardness. "Clear winner," Nick declared with a grin, stepping closer. "Mine's bigger. Told you height's irrelevant."
The admission hung in the air, but instead of awkwardness, it ignited something hotter. Ole felt a surge of horniness, his cock twitching as he met Nick's gaze. "Winner gets a prize then?" he quipped, voice laced with wit. Nick didn't hesitate, closing the gap and wrapping a hand around Ole's shaft. "Damn right." Their mouths crashed together in a heated kiss, hands exploring sweaty skin. Nick dropped to his knees first, taking Ole's cock into his mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob that had Ole panting. "Fuck, that's good," Ole groaned, threading fingers through Nick's bald scalp. But Nick pulled back, standing to press his hard cock against Ole's ass. "My turn to claim the win."
They moved to the bench, bodies slick with sweat as Nick positioned himself behind Ole. Lubing up with spit and pre-cum, Nick eased his thicker cock into Ole's tight ass, both men groaning at the stretch. "You're so wet and ready," Nick murmured, thrusting deep. Ole pushed back, strong and assertive, riding the rhythm with equal intensity. "Don't hold back, short stuff," he shot back wittily, making Nick laugh even as he pounded harder. The pace built, cocks sliding and grinding, until Nick reached around to stroke Ole's dripping length. Panting filled the room, their muscles flexing in the heat of it.
Ole came first, his cum spilling over Nick's fist in hot spurts, body shuddering. Nick followed moments later, burying deep and filling Ole's ass with his load, both of them sweating and spent against the lockers. They collapsed in a tangle, catching their breath with shared chuckles. "Round one to you," Ole admitted, wiping his brow. "But next time, I'm measuring with more than just size." The tension lingered, promising more as they dressed slowly, the air still electric.
As they left the locker room, Nick's hand brushed Ole's ass suggestively. "This comparison's just the start—wait till chapter two."
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