I was stunned at the wild conclusion this kid had jumped to. “No. It’s a country. It’s north of India.”
“Oh. I’ve heard of India,” Luke said, then went back to staring into space. After a moment, he looked back at me. “I’m Luke. My name’s not as cool as yours, though.”
I balked at this kid. He thought my name was cool, not weird? It was honestly the first time someone had called it cool.
“Really? I kinda don’t like it. Makes me stand out too much. I wish I had some kind of nickname that wasn’t so… foreign.”
Luke suddenly squinted his eyes, making the hardest thinking face I’d ever seen. I could practically see the gears turning in his head, expecting smoke to come out of his ears like in a cartoon.
“I got it!” He suddenly said, “Sammy! That’s a good nickname, dontcha think?” Luke looked over at me, expectant. His enthusiasm, and the fact that he was clearly so proud of himself for thinking of that name, gave me butterflies in my stomach.
And from that day on, I was Sammy. We became inseparable, practically attached at the hip. So when I say I’m an expert on Luke, believe me. Every memory we have together is seared into my brain. Especially all of those times I got a feeling that Luke was interested in me as something more than just best bros.
The first one I can think of is that time in middle school. We were in the midst of puberty, our voices cracking, hair growing in places, and bodies changing. Luke somehow got taller than everyone else quickly, and we could all tell he was filling out his uniform more than the rest of us.
We had gotten back to my place after practice, messing around as usual.
“Bro, I can’t believe I hit that screw ball you pitched me. I almost whiffed it. Betcha think you had me, right?”
I was the best pitcher on the team, but Luke was the best batter. We were an even match, with a slight rivalry.
“You just got lucky. Next time, I’m gonna strike you out. Be prepared to hit some air, bro.”
“No way bro, not with those noodle arms. I’m gonna hit the ball so hard you’ll have to go to the next town over to retrieve it!”
It’s hard to believe that Luke used to be shy. But I guess suddenly being the biggest kid on the team gave him some confidence. I liked that about him.
“Noodle arms? Are you kidding me?” I balked, Lifting up my sleeves and flexing as hard as I could. I definitely didn’t have noodle arms, but the difference between my biceps and his were obvious. And he was gonna show me.
“Yeah, bro. You wish you had arms like these,” Luke flashed a grin then flexed for me. My mouth suddenly went dry. Seeing that slight peek made me feel funny. I didn’t know why at the time, but I really liked Luke’s body, the burgeoning muscles, the sign that he was on his way to becoming a man.
“Yeah well, well… I don’t need big arms to beat you!” I said defiantly.
“No way, bro. I’m so much stronger than you.”
“Oh yeah? I bet I can gas you!”
“You’re on Sammy. Come at me bro,” Luke said, throwing his head back to laugh.
What I lacked in size I made up for in speed, so I instantly launched myself onto Luke, trying to get a firm hold around him so I could take him down. Luke grabbed at me and lifted me up, but I used his heavier weight against him and he came down on top of me.
We grunted and groaned as we grappled, like we were in a contest of champions or something. Luke trying to use his size to overpower me, while I tried to grab onto him anywhere I could. Which is why my hand somehow ended up on Luke’s ass cheek, and I grabbed it hard for leverage.
Suddenly, Luke let up a little. Which was weird, cuz you would think having his ass grabbed would make him work harder to get me off him. Instead, he instantly relaxed a little against me. His muscles loosened up, and I felt him push back a little so I could sink my fingers further into his ass.
What??
If I didn’t know better, it was almost like Luke liked me grabbing his ass. Which was weird af. And the weirder part was, I liked grabbing Luke’s ass. I’d been admiring it for a while. He’s always had more junk in the trunk than the rest of us, but when his body changed his ass seemed to get the memo and pretty much doubled in size. The kids even started to make fun of him, saying his asscheeks clapped when he ran the bases. And I swear that’s the reason why I zoomed into Luke’s butt during practice, my eyes glued to watch them bounce and shift slightly as he ran.
And the thought of that, combined with me getting to feel it for the first time, gave me a funny feeling in my dick. And I realized that I was getting a semi. I’d been in health class, and I had jerked off a little bit before, but why would I get hard right there?
It was friction. It had to be friction. That’s it, it was an accident. It had absolutely nothing to do with me touching Luke’s big, round ass.
I scrambled away from Luke as fast as I could, turning away from him to conceal my boner. I was embarrassed, and I didn’t know why yet. I looked over at Luke as he caught his breath, his cheeks flushed pink, sitting in an awkward position. I looked closer, because I couldn’t help myself, and I realized that Luke was springing wood too!
Luke got hard from me grabbing his ass, and I got hard from grabbing it.
That was the first and last time we wrestled, because there was no way I was going to let Luke know the effect his body had on me. If only he somehow got the memo.
Luke and I were always touchy feely. We hugged when we saw each other and said goodbye, or we’d sit close next to each other. I’d put my arm around his shoulder as we walked around. The other guys on the team thought it was kind of weird, but it was normal for us. It just felt right.
So even though I tried to keep some degree of physical distance between us, Luke, in his obliviousness, just tried harder to get close to me.
Like that time we were playing video games, right after we entered high school. We were playing the latest CoD, and I was beating Luke by a mile.
“Damnit! Bro, how the fuck did you snipe me so fast, I just spawned in!” Luke said from his side of the couch. When we sat down to play, I made sure to sit on the opposite side instead of next to him. Luckily Luke didn’t move closer to me.
“You’re just jealous cuz I’m a sniper GOD!” I was good at the game, since I was more methodical and aware, while Luke was the going in guns ablazin’ type.
“Oh yeah, eat lead!!” Luke roared as he laid into me with virtual bullets. For once, he actually got me.
“FUCK YES! Who’s the sniper god now, huh?” Luke was so excited that he sprung to his feet. His boasting was suddenly cut short by the loud rumble of his stomach.
Luke had grown bigger, and a growing boy needed a lot of food. Luke’s appetite was endless, and even though we had just eaten dinner, Luke somehow decided he needed nachos, and he ran to the kitchen to make them.
A few minutes later he walked out with a plate of tortilla chips and melty cheesy goodness. “Hey, you gonna share some with me? This is MY house.”
Luke stopped and cocked his head to the side. Adorably. “Hm, well, these are supposed to be my Victory Nachos, but I guess I can give you some scraps,” Luke said with a big grin on his face.