Page 32 of The Bro Pact
He’s my best fucking friend, and now that makes me a pervert.
The shower’s still running, so I turn it off, washing my hands without looking in the mirror. I’m completely disgusted with myself and filled to the brim with self-loathing. Bile crawls up my throat, attempting to escape, but I swallow it down and clean myself up the best I can before sitting on the closed toilet lid with my head in my hands, staring at the ugly beige tiles below.
I’ve ruined everything. This trip. My friendship. My life.
Three gentle knocks pull me from my spiraling thoughts. “Kyle.It’s me.”
I know who it is—the only person itcouldbe.
“Let me in.Please.”
I don’t know how I can ever look him in the eye again.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Ren calls through the door. “I’ve been horny too. Part of me thinks this pact is a punishment, but I stand by it. You can’t hide forever, Ky. So you might as well come out.”
Sighing deeply, I open the bathroom door and stare at the floor, unable to make eye contact. Despite what he says, Iamembarrassed. In fact, I’m fucking mortified.
“Well,” Ren says, drawing the word out. “I guess it’s only fair that you see my dick and watch me come.Isn’t it?An eye for an eye, hmm?”
I choke and sputter, questioning whether I really heard him right, or if I’ve truly gone crazy.
“Y-youwhat? You want to jerk off?” I ask, finally braving his gaze. “In front of me?” His gray eyes sparkle with mischief, and I feel my cheeks heat.
Is he fucking with me?
“Do you mind?” Ren points toward his erection, and I’m so shocked, I shake my head no.
At this point, the fire in my cheeks is near scalding.
With no shame in sight, Warren drops his towel, exposing his full, hardened length, and I gasp.
“Jesus, Warren.”
I’ve seen him naked before by accident—we’ve been best friends forever—but nothing could have prepared me for how big his dick gets when it’s hard.
No wonder the girls go wild for him.
Without warning, he starts to stroke himself, and I suck in a sharp breath of air. “W-What are you doing?”
“It’s no big deal, Kyle.”
How can he say that?
“You never jerked off with any of the guys from the lacrosse team in high school?” Warren asks as he continues to leisurely rub one out.
“What?!” I practically shriek, complete shock washing over me like a bucket of ice water. “No!Of course not.Who?” The words come out like an accusation.
Ren narrows his eyes. “You know I don’t kiss and tell, dude.”
Does Warren hook up with guys regularly?
Does that mean he’s bisexual?
Question after question flies through my mind, but there’s one thing I can’t deny.
I’m a little hurt that what just happened wasno big dealto him.
Fine.
