#lefteagleblizzard

Warmth traveled along every inch of your skin, gradually opening all the pores present on the way and further helping your muscles relax after a decent hour of activity. It felt peaceful scrubbing your hair, water raining down, and almost muffling all the noises around. Almost. Deep words could be heard nearby.

You couldn’t quite make it out, so you didn’t pay it any mind. Right now, all you're focused on was washing the gym class grime off your body. The voices got closer, but your eyes were closed as you rubbed your soaped-up hands over your face.

“I’m definitely bigger than you. King of Hawkins High, and you’ve already lost pretty boy.” A deep and rough timber of voice you recognized too well, as usual dripping with mockery and cockiness, reached your ears and went past the steam of water.

A scoff was the answer he received. “Whatever makes you sleep better.” Came a lower in tone voice that was more than definitely trying not to start anything.

The rush of water grew louder as more shower heads turned on.

“What are you two bickering about this time?” You ask.

“Harrington here has the balls to think his dick is bigger than mine.” Billy said with a chuckle.

“I didn’t say that. Just believe what you want.” Steve sighed.

You glanced over your shoulder at the two of them, their bodies bare and shiny from water and soap. You couldn’t see clearly enough to compare cause the shower column was in view. “Are you dunderheads actually gonna measure or just speculate?”

“Got something against it, pretty face?” Billy’s grin was wide now and full of not many pure intentions.

“Nothing.” No even trying to fuel whatever he was trying to set. “Just found it a dump competition.”

“Exactly. Thanks for the buck up.” Steve’s voice cut again the pleasant steam of water evaporating from the high temperature of the place.

“He knows he’s gonna lose,” Billy mumbled low enough to barely be detected by your ears, but it had enough loudness to make it clear who his next target to taunt was.

“Goading me isn’t gonna work Bully.”

“Not my name Harrington.”

“I’m aware. And I wouldn’t lose.”

“Care to put your money where your mouth is then?”

“C’mon, cut it out, Hargrove.” Steve interrupted—or tried to— Billy’s cutting teasing.

“See? Even pretty boy here knows you’ve got nothing down there!” A loud laugh erupted deep within’s Billy soaked and sturdy chest that earned a groan from said man who somehow worsened your situation.

Huffing in annoyance at the tall and arrogant man, you roughly wiped away all the soap that threatened to burn your eyes, moving enough to take a look at the big man.

“You’re a real pain in the ass.” Not realizing that you’ve shown too much as those eyes traveled down a bit too quickly

You stare at the two of them. The silence is deafening. “What? Cat got your tongues?”

“Holy shit.” Steve gasped.

“What the fuck is that…” Billy said, incredulously.

“What’s what?” You follow their eyelines down to your crotch. “It’s my dick doofuses.”

“That’s a third leg, dude,” Steve said. “Are you fully soft??”

Fully turning to look at them and getting your sight cleared by the column in the way, they really looked quite shocked at what they were witnessing.

“Yeah, still soft.” You mumbled with more simplicity than you thought, considering the way two grown teenagers were ogling your private area. “Don't flatter yourself, Steve. You're not that much of a looker.”

That earned a chuckle from Billy while Steve still had his mouth wide open worse than a fish in need of water, droplets stuck on the heavy carpet on his chest

He was biting his lower lip while letting both large hands on either side of his hips, gears in his head trying to process what was happening.

You chuckle at Steve’s face. “I think I broke the kings brain. So you still wanna compare your sizes? I’ll judge.”

Billy smiles wide. “I mean we both lose to you but sure. What do you say Steve? Hello?? Earth to Harrington!”

You crossed the stall and stood before Steve, grabbed his shoulders and gave him a good shake. You also watch how his junk shakes. “Snap out of it!!”

Steve shakes his head. “Just how… how is it so big?”

“Dunno. Lucky genetics, I assume.” You shrugged your shoulders without breaking his chocolate gaze.

“Why are you so taken by my dick anyway? Wasn’t this a battle of machismo between you and this asshole?” You ask, pointing to Billy.

Steve holds his hands up in surrender.

“Hey, I wanted nothing to do with it. But the asshole’s persistent.” Steve said. “And sorry it’s just… I’ve never seen one so big.”

Billy claps an arm over Steve’s shoulders, the movement startling him, making him inch closer and your cocks touch. “You sound like you wanna get a closer look.”

Shamelessly, Billy took hold of his beast and lined it parallel with Steve's cock. Your eyes went downward following his sudden motion, and taking in the difference in size, both in terms of length, circumference, and width, came clear to your mind.

The cocky and arrogant blond haired man possessing a long and compacted dick while the one with perfect hair had spent all his genetic points on upgrading width.

“I mean, length isn't everything.” Those were the first words that left your mouth, and they sure as hell seemed to boost Steve’s level of self-esteem.

Billy scoffed. “Yeah yeah. But I’m clearly longer.”

You shrugged. “I mean, yeah. But Steve’s thicker. And if we’re truly talking about who’s winning…”

You take a moment before grabbing your own cock and holding it to the other side of Billy’s as best you could, trapping his dick between yours and Steve’s. “I win, boys. Plus, a true contest would have been fully hard comparisons.

“Ha! Careful, pretty face. Keep your horse quiet before it spears poor Harrington over here.”

Dang it, the fact that you were able to surprise those two unfairly handsome men was getting the best of you, and your body was showing it. Blood rushing to a specific area in particular.

It didn’t help the fact that Billy began stroking his meat between his strong hands at a quite fast pace, grin seductively wide and winking down at you.

“You've gotta be kidding me…” Steve groaned at the nonchalant behavior of the man in front of him, yet his eyes kept flickering down to your body, and his own junior self was twitching and fighting gravity on his own.