It’s not gay if you’re wearing socks

by Mask

Ray is often worried about accidentally doing something...gay. Good thing his friend Jake knows all about what is and isn’t gay—he’s sure to be a huge help.

“Ten!” shouted the assistant coach. Ray let out a bellowing scream and stood up in the air to fist bump. It had been his quickest pin yet, and the man…no, the mere boy who lay beneath him was still struggling to get up.

“Congratulations Raymond!” the short coach said as he walked up, slapping Ray on the back. Ray thanked him, forgetting the man’s name. The rest of the wrestling team’s pairs were still going at it, struggling in exciting bouts.

“Ritchie was ranked number 2 in the division,” a second coach said. “You continue to impress Ray.”

“Thank you,” Ray heaved out. Again, he did not remember this other man’s name. He was terrible at remembering things. Things would just come and go, all that mattered to him was the ring.

As practice wound down, the men of the university’s prestigious wrestling team shambled their way back to the locker rooms. Most were weary, tired to their very core. Ray, in contrast, stood tall, barely letting his heart rate cross 80.

Ray showered quickly, letting the steamy water run down his enormous musculature. It soothed what little soreness he actually had, filling him with energy for an afternoon workout. From the opposite side of the curtain, his phone was buzzing with texts and emails, mostly from people he disliked or didn’t know and almost all using words too long for him to understand. Ray was a star athlete, and everyone wanted a bite of him.

As Ray made his way out of the facilities, he walked by the gym. It was the “normal person gym,” which really made him cringe, but ultimately it was the fastest way to the mess hall. The moment he rounded a corner, he ran into someone, literally. The two smashed heads into each other, each recoiling backwards.

“Motherfucker!” shouted Ray. His eyes went red with rage, but the man who was looking back at him was not cowering or even seething himself. Instead he seemed...happy?

“I know I am, and she’s really terrible in bed,” the man said with a cocky grin.

“Jake!” Ray said, the pain in his forehead evaporating along with the memory of its origin.

“Ray!” Jake said back. The two shook hands and did a manly hug before separating quickly. Ray didn’t want to be too intimate. “I thought I might run into you here!”

The two men chatted each other up for a few minutes. Jake was Ray’s best friend. They had been best bros since they’d roomed together last year. When Ray was moved to a different (university-subsidized) suite for athletes this year, Jake had had to find some place new. Jake was an engineering major, and unlike Ray was not an athlete. A mere gym rat, the boy ‘s muscles were all for show and completely uneven. He clearly favored his upper body, his chicken legs looked like they would snap under the smallest stress.

“I gotta bulk up man,” Ray said pointing over at the food court across the green. He had an unlimited free pass which included special meals for athletes. “I’ll see you around.”

“I’m going there too,” Jake said. “Let’s walk and talk.”

“Dude, no!” Ray said firmly. He shook his head and stretched out his hands in disapproval. Jake seemed shocked by that response, clearly he was not as smart as he claimed.

“What?” Jake said, the boy’s puny mind not comprehending the severity of the action he was proposing.

“Jake,” Ray said firmly. “Men don’t walk and talk.”

“What, you think they just stand around? Shutting up if they want to move an inch?” Jake retorted. “That’s absurd, why can’t I walk with you?”

“It’s…” Ray paused. He looked around. Hallways were empty, desk unstaffed. He leaned in close, dropping his voice to a whisper.

“Gay.”

“Gay?” Jake asked at bullhorn volume,glass shattering as the word broke the sound barrier.

“Shh shhhh!” Ray said, panicked. Suddenly it was like there was a mob. People walking every which way, the beautiful desk attendant (who had definitely not been there a moment ago) gave a glancing look. All eyes staring at the two of them as if they were... no, that was too horrible a thought. “You have got to be fucking quiet, dude.”

“Oh, okay,” Jake said. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Gay?”

“Gay,” Ray confirmed.

“Gay…” Jake said, crossing his arms solemnly. He looked back at Ray and shook his head. “No, it’s not.”

“Wha—?” Ray said, shocked at the response. “What would you know about what’s g—I mean about it?”

“You’ve got socks on dude,” Jake said pointing down to Ray’s feet. He furrowed his eyebrows reproachfully. “It’s not gay if you’ve got socks on.”

“It’s not?” Ray asked. He looked down, indeed seeing his wrestling socks still firmly attached to his feet. Did that really cancel it all out? After all, he’d rather be dead than caught doing something gay let alone emasculating. If anyone found out, his reputation would be ruined.

Before Ray could say anything, Jake had manhandled him from behind and the two were walking out the door. Normally, Ray wouldn’t have budged, but Jake had taken advantage of his limited RAM and pulled him along.

“Hang the fuck on, Jake,” Ray shouted. Jake ignored him, instead continuing to walk. Ray, too, walked towards the food court. “How do you know what’s like...y’know?”

“Aren’t you like, the wrestler?” Jake said, gesturing at Ray with his arms and ignoring his friend’s question.

“Of course I’m the fucking wrestler!” Ray said, gesturing at his enormous physique. He hurried up so he was walking at the same pace as Jake.

Ray was, after all, the star heavyweight of not just the university, but the national circuits as well. He’d won dozens of tournaments, appeared on countless broadcasts, and had official stats on ESPN’s “Best Of” with two more years to go until graduation. At a little over 6 foot, his physique was finely tuned to destroy any other man who approached him, pinning them to the ground in one fell swoop. Not an ounce of fat on his body meant that he was literally all muscle.

“Kinda gay though, don’t you think?” Jake said, shrugging his shoulders.

“The fuck you mean it’s ‘kinda gay’ Jake?!” Ray said. A couple that was sitting in the grass looked over, and Ray immediately dropped his voice. He couldn’t be ‘kinda gay,’ or even ‘a little gay,’ or ‘any amount of gay.’ That would totally ruin his image. “Kinda gay?”

“Well, you are up and close with another man,” Jake pointed out. “Up close and intimate, one could say.”

“I gotta pin them down!” Ray cried out.

“Even worse, Raymond,” Jake said, his eyes growing wide. “Pinning another man down so you can be on top of him. That’s like, super gay to do with another man.”

“No it’s… it’s not!” Ray, struggling to think of a counter to Jake’s perfectly crafted argument. “It’s not gay!”

“That’s what I’m getting at!” Jake said, spinning around in front of Ray. “Only because you’re wearing socks!”

Ray gasped, the epiphany hitting him like a sock—er, a sack of bricks. He stopped in his place, his limited mind coming to terms with the earth-shattering revelation. Jake was a genius.

“Of course!” he shouted. He pointed down at Jake’s feet. “And you’ve got them on too!”

“Exactly!” Jake said. “Now that we’re on the same page, let’s go eat together.”

“Uh—” Ray started.

“Socks,” Jake exclaimed. Ray let out a sigh of relief. It was comforting to know Jake was good with this kind of stuff.

The two eventually reached the mess hall. The building was clamoring with students, none of whom could hope to achieve the physical prowess that Ray exuded. Some of the women he walked by swooned and gasped, Ray tended to have that effect on people.

The pair made their way to a closed off section, Ray waving Jake through. The area was quiet, clean, and home to a few dedicated chefs. There were a few other athletes here, all eating their protein intense meals by themselves. Ray and Jake would be the only ones eating…together.

“Could you grab me something?” Jake asked, sitting down. He looked back up at Ray. “Anything is fine.”

“I’m not getting your food,” Ray protested. His eyes darted around, looking to see if any of his fellow athletes heard the request. A man may get a meal for his girl, but…for his bro?!

“Socks,” Jake said as he pulled out his phone. Ray let out a huff. Jake did make a good point. He guessed it would be fine.

The wrestler walked up to his favorite chef, a good-looking food sciences major he’d slept with a few times. The two didn’t even need to greet each other—she already had his food prepared.

“Do you have anything for my friend over there?” Ray asked. Ray gestured over at the table.

“You’re getting food for your friend?” the chef asked. Her eyes squinted, and Ray could tell she was suspicious. Her mouth seemed to be forming around a word he knew could destroy his entire career. His heart rate started to increase and he shook his head.

“No, it’s not like that, I swear,” Ray insisted. He lifted his leg up vertically, his flexibility allowing it to stretch high in the air. “Look, socks!”

“Oh, okay,” the chef said, her expression softening, her bubbly smile returning. “I’ve got a plate here that went unfinished. It’s yours!”

“Thanks,” Ray said, grabbing the stack and leaving without another word. He placed the platters all about the small table and sat across from Jake.

“My god, Ray,” Jake said, his eyes lighting up. “This is amazing. You eat this every day?”

“Multiple times a day,” Ray said as he grabbed at a chicken breast, taking an enormous bite out of it. “Good stuff.”

“You’re telling me,” Jake said. His hand reached out and Ray immediately saw it planing over the table towards the chicken. With the speed of an experienced athlete, Ray’s spare hand shot out, grabbing his friend’s wrist in mere milliseconds.

“The fuck, Ray?” Jake said. He instinctively recoiled, but Ray’s firm grip prevented him from actually moving. “We can share the chicken.”

“No, we can’t,” Ray insisted, his grip tightening.

“Honestly Ray,” Jake said impatiently. “It’ll be fine. We’ve got socks on.”

“I can’t share my food!” Ray said. Jake seemed puzzled by this reaction. “It’s portioned out.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Jake said. Ray felt his friend’s arm un-tense, and he let go.

“This is your plate,” Ray said, gesturing to a plate of steak and fries sitting between his own elbows. At this, Jake stood up and sat down next to Ray, sliding up next to him.

“You put it in a really strange spot, Ray,” Jake muttered. Ray recoiled backwards as Jake pulled up close to him, their bodies…touching. Jake seemed to notice this, looking Ray in the eyes. “We’ve both got socks on dude, it’s all right.”

“Oh…yeah,” Ray said, relaxing. He and Jake’s hands interwove with each other, touching here and there as the two ate. It was a little awkward to move about, but it certainly wasn’t awkward in a gay sense.

“This food is delicious,” Jake said, letting out a suspicious moan. He turned and smiled at his best friend. “We’ve got to do this more often.”

“They usually only let athletes back here,” Ray pointed out.

“You could wave me through again like you did today,” Jake said. “If I bulk up enough, they’ll think I’m an athlete same as you.”

“You’re no athlete,” Ray said impulsively, almost spitting out his food with laughter. Jake may be his best friend, but sometimes he had a terrible habit of talking out of his ass.

“I’m bulky enough!” Jake cried out, gesturing at his top-heavy features he called ‘muscles.’

“In all the wrong places,” Ray said, pointing here and there. “You’re like a weak gymnast who took a stint as a professional curler.”

“Then let’s go to the gym together!” Jake said, a little too enthusiastically. “You could help me fix some things up.”

“That’s… no, that would go rough,” Ray said, laughing. He knew that that would look terrible for optics. Too friendly, too…close.

“You don’t think I can do it?” Jake said, turning his head in shock. “You couldn’t train me up to athletic form?”

“No,” Ray said before taking another bite. Jake couldn’t do it, he didn’t have it in him. Besides it would be totally g—

“You don’t think you could do it then?” Jake said. Ray lost his train of thought and zeroed back in on Jake. He had said ‘you,’ what did he mean by that? “You don’t think you’re up to the—”

“No,” Ray shouted. “Don’t say it.”

“You’re not up to the challenge,” Jake said. The words hit like a sock of—er, sack of bricks. Ray was probably the most competitive person on the planet. There was no challenge he wouldn’t fight, no gambit nor bet he wouldn’t take on.

But this. This challenge he might not be able to do. He might work out in the same room as other men, but never did he work out with them. Or under one of them. It was such an emasculating thought, even if he were the one teaching the other. It would be—

“It wouldn’t be gay, Ray,” Jake said. He put his hand on Ray’s shoulder. Ray didn’t flinch, only because he knew this kind of closeness wasn’t gay (socks on!).

“How is it you know all of these things?” Ray asked.

“What?” Jake said with a little chuckle.

“You just seem to…know these things,” Ray said, putting his hands up. Jake was always so smart, he just seemed to know things. Like this whole socks rule thing.

“Tell you what,” Jake said. “You train me, I’ll train you.”

“Train me?” Ray said, nervous at the prospect of being trained. He quickly firmed up. Nervousness was not an emotion to be felt when facing a challenge.

“Not in a gay way obviously,” Jake said. Ray breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll continue to point out things that are and aren’t gay.”

“That’s it?” Ray asked. It didn’t seem like a very fair trade.

“There are many things in this world,” Jake explained. “Lots of things to categorize into gay and not gay.”

“Ah,” Ray noted. It did seem like a very fair trade then. Ray didn’t want to be at risk of anything gay. He turned to Jake and grinned. “Sure. Challenge accepted.”

“Then let’s shake on it,” Jake said, putting out his hand. “In a not gay way because we both have socks on.”

“Done.” Ray said firmly, grasping Jake’s hand and shaking it, the challenge accepted. Ray would do his best to complete the challenge, which was often his all.

“And as I’m sure you of all people know,” Jake said, drawing closer for some reason. “Failing to complete a challenge is totally gay.”

“Oh uh, uh—of course I, uh, knew, know that,” Ray said casually, smoothly, and without missing a beat. Thank god he’d never lost a challenge before now. If he’d lost…

“Let’s get going then,” Jake said standing up. Ray jumped to his feet. “We’ll go together.”

“You’re going to be trained like you’ve never been trained before,” Ray said.

“As will you,” Jake said with a smirk. If Ray hadn’t known better, he’d say it was mischievous. But he did know better. Ray would lose.

“Isn’t it beautiful here?” Jake asked. He let out a sigh and leaned further back into the huge oak tree.

“Beautiful?” Ray said, confused. He was still standing and looked around in the dimming evening light. He didn’t see any women about, beautiful or otherwise. How could it be beautiful here?

“Yeah! The sunset dude!” Jake said enthusiastically. Ray turned around to see that—oh wow would you look at that the sun was setting. Ray wouldn’t have called it…beautiful though. That would be—

“You’re still wearing your socks, right?” Jake asked. Ray checked, nodding in assent. He peered down at Jake’s crossed legs, each covered in socks and shoes. Jake winked at Ray. “Not gay if you’re wearing socks, dude.”

“I guess it is beautiful then,” Ray relented. The air was mostly still, the grass covered in hues of yellow and orange. The towering monolith of a tree swayed ever so slightly at the top. It was strong and powerful, no doubt a hundred years old at least. Yes, this was a beautiful sight. All of it. Ray’s eyes eventually trailed down the trunk to his friend Jake. He stared at him for a moment. Was he beautiful? Did he count as part of ‘here?’

“Come sit with me,” Jake said, waking Ray from his stupor as he patted the ground next to him. Jake grinned. “It was a long workout, surely you’re tired?”

“Clearly you don’t know me that well,” Ray snorted. Tired? Not him.

“Then sit down and I’ll get to know you instead,” Jake said. Ray glanced from his feet to Jake’s. Both had socks on, and as he’d learned last week it was okay for friends to sit next to each other. Ray sighed as he sat down and leaned backward against the enormous oak tree. Jake immediately shoved himself into Ray’s side. Had Ray not been the wall of muscle he was, he might have flinched.

“Lesson time,” Jake said. He wrapped his arm around Ray’s back, pulling the pair even closer before gesturing out at the setting sun. “You have to learn to enjoy things.”

“I do enjoy things asshole,” Ray said with a bit of a sneer. He awkwardly tried to push off Jake’s arm, the thought of being in this kind of position with a man setting off rainbow-colored alarms. “I enjoy working out. And eating food. Hey man, your arm—”

“Socks,” Jake said almost robotically. Ray immediately relaxed. “This sunset is beautiful. It’s okay to call things beautiful, it’s just good old-fashioned appreciation.”

“I’m used to appreciating my dad’s money, that’s about it,” Ray said. Jake gave him a look of disgust, Ray didn’t know why.

“It’s not gay to appreciate things Ray if that’s what you’re thinking,” Jake said. “I appreciate your help at the gym.”

“You’re welcome,” Ray said. Jake looked at him without saying anything. Ray looked back. Jake squeezed his shoulder, as if waiting for something. Perhaps his little friend’s muscles were as small as his ears. “You’re welcome!”

“I heard you the first time,” Jake said. “But over the past week, I’ve been helping you out a lot with things that are and aren’t gay…among other things.”

“I guess you have,” Ray said. Beyond that, Jake had also been very helpful in defining other complex aspects of the world. Like left vs right, which always tied Ray up. All in exchange for probably the easiest challenge possible: taking Jake to the gym. The results had been surprisingly effective.

“Well, you’re welcome for that,” Jake grumbled. He started fidgeting against the tree, setting his legs on top of Ray.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ray asked, incredulous.

“I’m moving onto your lap,” Jake said as he started to lift himself up.

“The fuck you’re not!” Ray shouted. He went to push Jake off of him, but his seated position made it difficult to maneuver his arms.

“It’s not gay for you to hold me in your lap dude,” Jake said, sounding annoyed.

“It’s not?” Ray said, stopping his resistance. In that moment, Jake had moved himself entirely within Ray’s lap, his ass directly atop the man’s enormous dick. It was making Ray uncomfortable in more ways than one. Jake had said it wasn’t gay, but Ray couldn’t think of any reason why. Surely this action was not something straight best friends did. It was—

“We both have socks on,” Jake said, turning his head a bit.

“Oooooh,” Ray said softly, his friend’s reasoning being extremely sound. Jake grabbed each of Ray’s arms and pulled them about his body. Since it wasn’t gay or anything, Ray obliged and gripped his best friend tightly as they stared off at the sunset.

“This is beautiful,” Jake said with a sigh.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” Ray said. The sun was pretty….pretty beautiful, not pretty. The whole of ‘here’ was beautiful, but Ray thought that there were probably other ‘heres’ that were beautiful, since it wasn’t gay for a ‘here’ to be beautiful. And did Jay count as part of this ‘here?’

“Ray,” Jake said as he turned his head back. “I appreciate you holding me like this. It’s very nice of you.”

“Sure dude, you’re welcome,” Ray said. “Any time.”

“Any time?” Jake said, almost too enthusiastically. He gave Ray a light punch, and the pair laughed, though Ray guessed he had really meant any time. As long as Jake was his best friend.

As they say there, along walked a trio of chatting girls making a huge ruckus. Ray couldn’t help but notice how fucking hot they all were. Like god damn, that brunette was just…woooo you know? Her friend next to her was like an 11/10, and the third one looked beautiful in the beautiful light of the beautiful sun. The group walked by them and gazed down at the pair.

“You two good?” one of them asked. She seemed…grossed out by something. As if she found some part of what was going on repulsive.

“Socks, both of us,” Jake said pointing at the pair’s feet.

“Oh, okay, that makes more sense,” the brunette said, nodding.

“Y-yeah!” Ray said through drool. “Socks on.”

The girls giggled a little bit, but they seemed soothed by that explanation. Who wouldn’t really? As they walked away, Jake turned back and grinned.

“You must be feeling good,” Jake said. He pinched Ray’s arm, who swatted him and laughed.

“Yeah, of course dude!” Ray said. “Those girls were fucking hot!”

“Your type then, huh,” Jake said. He wiggled his eyebrows. “Turned you on then?”

“Of course they did, dude!” Ray said laughing. “I’m like sooooo hard right now!”

“Good,” Jake said. “We’ve got socks on, so it’s okay to be hard around me. Even if your dick is near or up my ass.”

“Oh yeah, I knew that,” Ray said, learning this information for the first time. He hadn’t noticed that he cock was pushing hard through his pants as it seemed to try and reach Jake’s ass. It was hard for it to go anywhere else since the man was sitting on his lap. “Definitely not gay.”

“Wanna head home?” Jake asked. “Remember what we discussed the other day. It’s not gay for me to live with you if we’re both wearing socks.”

“Who wouldn’t want to live with their sock-wearing best friend?” Ray asked. Jake had discussed the point almost immediately after the challenge started. He said it would help him train Ray who could also more easily monitor Jake’s progress. It made perfect sense, who would think that was gay?

“We should start walking, it’s going to get dark soon,” Jake said as he wiggled his way out of Ray’s arm. Ray felt a certain pang in his chest as Jake escaped from his clutches. Like he… something... Jake in his lap. He just couldn’t think of the right verb.

“Here, I’ll help you up,” Jake said. Ray grabbed his friend’s hand as he would a teammate on the mat. He didn’t need clarification on the heterosexualness of helping someone up. But after he’d stood up, Jake didn’t let go of his hand. In fact, he started to walk.

“Hey dude, let go of my fucking hand,” Ray said, shaking his friend’s arm. He could have easily snapped his hand away, but he didn’t want to break Jake’s hand after his arm was so weak from such an intense workout.

“What’s wrong dude?” Jake asked as he dragged his friend along back to Ray’s suite. “We’ll hold hands as we walk together.”

“Dude that’s what couples fucking do,” Ray said in a hushed whisper as they approached just that, another couple. They were hand and hand, the man smiling at his girlfriend. “And we are not a couple, that would be gay and I’m not—”

“We’ve both got socks on, it’s not gay dude,” Jake said with a scoff. He said it almost too loudly, as if he wanted someone else to hear. Up walked the couple who grinned and waved at Ray and Jake.

“Nice socks, my dudes,” the man said as he gave a brief shaka.

“Thanks, man,” Jake said, returning the gesture. By now, he’d pulled Ray up so that they were walking next to each other, still hand in hand. “Honestly Jake, sometimes I feel I’ve just got to categorize everything for you.”

Ray harrumphed, but ultimately could do nothing. After all, it wasn’t gay.

Eventually the boys came across the athletic dorms. The doorman opened up the huge gate for them, smiling politely at the pair. The two of them continued to hold hands all the way up the elevator to the top floor where Ray’s suite was. The suite itself could be described as palatial, almost 2000 square feet. It had all the amenities one could desire, but for now the pair needed to wash up.

In line with previous imparted knowledge, the two had to be very far apart when they showered. As long as they didn’t see each other while one of them wasn’t wearing socks, then it wasn’t gay. Ray’s suite had three bathrooms, which meant the boys could shower and clean up without having to worry about emasculating themselves. Showering after a workout always felt great. It was relaxing, even if Ray wasn’t tired. He washed up, dried himself off, and then redressed himself, careful to put his socks on. He walked into his large kitchen, grabbing a pre-made shake he’d prepared earlier.

“Oh, that felt good!” Jake said as his voice came from around the corner where the other bathroom was. As his friend can around, Ray turned to greet him, but was instead victim to a horrifying sight. Before him was, well, a monster. The most horrifying thing he’d laid eyes upon. Jake was…

Naked.

“What the fuck dude?!” Ray shouted. He spun around, covering his delicate eyes to avoid looking at his friend’s figure. “Put some fucking clothes on, man! Jesus Christ!”

“What’s the matter?” Jake said defensively.

“You’re fucking naked!” Ray bellowed. “That’s like, like…like, like totally gay!”

“Not completely naked you idiot,” Jake grumbled. “Look at me more carefully.”

Ray was scared. Quivering and shaking where he stood, he remembered that Jake was trying to help him. Who was he to shake in such fear, anyway? His friend was going to teach and train him on all that was and wasn’t gay. This was probably just another lesson, some aspect of the situation hidden to Ray’s well-tuned mind. At a snail’s pace, he turned and peered out.

“Look towards the floor, you big baby,” Jake said. Ray peered out of his fingers down at Jake’s feet. They were covered, wearing socks. Socks. Socks socks socks socks socks. Jake laughed. “I’ve got socks on dude, it’s not gay if I’ve got socks on.”

“Oh,” Ray said. His hands dropped, and suddenly he could take in Jake completely. His friend seemed to be making some serious progress in the gym. His upper body was quite jacked, more so than it had already been. His legs were still something to scoff at, but it seemed like the pump from the intense leg day they’d had two days ago hadn’t worn off yet.

“Aren’t you going to take all that off?” Jake asked, almost indignant.

“What?” Ray asked. He looked over himself, noting his normal attire. “You mean my shirt?”

“I mean all of it,” Jake explained. He leaned forward against the counter, a small thud slamming against the wooden cabinet. Ray wondered what the noise had been. “Except the socks of course. It’s not gay if you keep those on.”

“I guess,” Ray said, scratching his head. “I’m kinda good though, man.”

“Oh come on Ray!” Jake said. “You’d be so much more comfortable! And besides, we’re best friends. I bet we’d be so much better off if you took all that stuff off.”

Ray thought for a moment, a long moment actually, probably at least 60 seconds. After thinking long and hard, he did agree: the two of them were best friends. After an even longer moment, he did also come around to Jake’s point.

“Yeah,” Ray said confidently. He grinned ear to ear. “You’re right!”

Ray practically ripped his shirt as he tore it off his body. His athletic shorts came off even quicker, and his boxer briefs fell to the floor, revealing his massive dick.

“Lord almighty!” Jake cried out as he stared down at Ray waist. “I thought the bulge was big enough!”

“What?” Ray asked. He tried to follow Jake’s gaze, but it seemed like he was looking at Ray’s dick, and that would be—

“Thank goodness we’ve both got socks on!” Jake said as he stood up and walked over to Ray. Jake leaned down and grasped at Ray’s enormous member with an almost delicate grace. Ray was not concerned, he’d caught Jake’s little phrase. This was fine, not gay in the slightest.

“Is this thing over a foot?!” Jake said, practically yelling. Ray smirked, he could see that Jake’s own dick was only about half a foot. Wait a moment, was Jake’s dick… hard? Jake began to rub Ray’s cock back and forth, distracting Ray from the previous point. Ray felt something get caught in his throat.

“Ray,” Jake said, his hand still attached to Ray’s dick. It seemed like he’d felt the man’s apprehension. The man lifted his head up into Ray’s ear, whispering softly but with extreme clarity. “Don’t freak out. Just give in. Whatever happens, we both have socks on.”

With that, Ray’s mind erupted, his third eye opened, and the clarity of life became evident. He moaned loudly as Jake went to town on his dick, the handjob almost ethereal in quality. Jake’s free hand trailed up and down Ray’s back, and Ray couldn’t help but grab at Jake, massaging his sexual partner in a completely non-gay way. It was blissful. Eventually, Jake took back his free hand and began to jack his own cock. By now, Ray was hard and at his full length. He could feel it coming, the climax bubbling at the surface.

“Together!” Jake shouted. “Now!”

The two of them came at exactly the same time, cum spurting onto their chests and as far as the kitchen cabinets. The two let out a huge shared sigh before collapsing into each other. They stood in a shaky, unbalanced equilibrium.

“That was fucking amazing, Ray!” Jake shouted. He hugged his friend tightly.

“Yeah,” Ray said, his voice a little shaky, uncertain. Jake seemed to pick up on it almost immediately.

“Everything we did was just fine,” Jake said. He moved back and grabbed Ray’s head, pointing it down at their feet. “Sex isn’t gay if both guys are wearing socks.”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah!” Ray said, excited now. He had been worried there for a moment! “That was fucking sick dude!”

“I know, right?!” Jake shouted back. The bros chest bumped and gave each other a manly hug. Jake signed heavily. “Bed?”

“Bed,” Ray agreed.

“Great,” Jake said, patting his friend on the shoulder. “And before you get concerned, it’s not gay to sleep together without our clothes on because we still have socks on.”

“Oh, I figured,” Ray said. The two had been sleeping together for a few days now, ever since Jake explained it a few days ago. They’d started a little after Jake had moved in. It seemed like Jake forgot that he’d already told this to Ray when they were spooning each other the other night. It had sounded like Jake was sleep talking, but his words had just still made perfect sense that Ray thought it was normal.

“Your training is going very well, Ray,” Jake said. He had the biggest grin on his face, which made Ray happy. He was glad that he was finally learning these things. He hoped he’d be able to learn enough before the challenge was over.

When…when was the challenge over? Ray thought about it as the two snuggled together under the covers in a straight heterosexual way. When was Jake considered ‘in athletic form?’ Did Ray have to keep him there? Was there ever an end?

The thoughts continued to percolate in his head, the warmth of Jake’s body somehow comforting him as he drifted off to sleep.

“Damn, I do look pretty good.” Jake said as he admired his reflection. Ray couldn’t help but agree. In the month they’d been working out, Jake had ballooned almost everywhere. The mix of heavy caloric intake with Ray’s intense regimen was potent and effective.

“Mmh,” Ray said in agreement. Jake smiled and ruffled Ray’s hair. Ray felt butterflies swirl in his stomach, he loved when Jake did that. Jake was getting quite close to peak performance.

“I don’t know if I’m quite at my peak yet,” Jake said. Ray absolutely agreed, Jake was not quite at peak performance. Jake tensed up his legs, flexing the most impressive portion of his newly built up body. “Do you agree?”

“Mngh-hngmm…” Ray murmured. The legs weren’t there yet frankly, and the body fat percentage was about 1.3% too much. His delts were also a little uneven, and Ray couldn’t help but note that the triceps—

“I’m almost there Ray, you ready?” Jake asked. Ray moaned loudly as Jake gripped onto his shoulders tightly. Ray was almost finished giving Jake his morning blowjob, something they’d been doing on the regular for a while now. Jake began to thrust his cock, his glorious wonderful cock, deep down Ray’s throat. In a moment, hot steamy cum began to flow down Ray’s throat, who dutifully swallowed.

“Oh, that was good as always Ray,” Jake said as he sighed. He pulled out of his best friend and sighed. “Let’s shower up quick before we head out.”

The two walked into Ray’s enormous shower, far larger than it had any right to be. Surely the university knew what they were doing when they gave their elite athletes such rooms? Socks sopping wet, the two covered each other in soap and shampoo, quickly cleaning and showering each other with startling efficiency. In mere minutes the pair was clean and out to dry.

Ray couldn’t help but stare as Jake dried off. Renegade droplets of water snaked across the hard-earned muscles that the pair had worked to pull off. Ray truly never failed a challenge, but he couldn’t help but feel…something for Jake. Pride? No that wasn’t it...

Suddenly, it hit him. Appreciation. That word that Jake had tried so hard to get him to understand in a new way. Jake appreciated the work that Ray did. Ray, in turn…appreciated all that Jake had taught him over the past month. The word finally filled his mind, but Ray said nothing.

As the pair walked into the kitchen, Jake sat down as Ray prepared the two of them a hearty breakfast. Jake had taught Ray last week that it wasn’t gay to cook things if you had socks on, while also doing the seemingly impossible task of teaching him how to cook in the first place. It had hardly worked, but what mattered was that it was edible and high in protein.

“We ought to get going,” Jake said looking at the time. “Practice is going to start soon.”

“You’re right,” Ray said as he quickly shoveled food down his throat. Jake did tend to be right. The pair dressed quickly. They tended to leave an outfit each by the door in case they needed to leave quickly, and in this case it would suffice.

“Are you ready for practice today?” Jake asked. Ray nodded.

“Ready as always!” he said enthusiastically.

“Good, I’ve got some hard drills for you all today,” Jake said grinning. He gave his roommate a bit of side-eye. “I’m giving you a challenge today Ray.”

“Are you insane?!” Ray said as he almost tripped over himself. A challenge?! Now of all times?! What was he thinking?! “I’m almost done with the current one dude?! What—”

“Oh, not that kind of challenge, Ray, no no no,” Jake said as he worked to calm down his friend’s competitive drive. “The challenge is just to win, I’ve made the drill difficult.”

“You know I can’t lose a challenge,” Ray said fiercely. He let out a low growl, no doubt scaring off any nearby prey. “Drill or not, I have to win.”

“Easy, tiger,” Jake said, massaging Ray’s back lightly. “I know that full well. I just set high expectations that I know you can reach.”

Ray harrumphed, annoyed but suddenly determined. Jake’s practices with the wrestling team had gotten pretty intense, and he was determined to win this one…whatever that meant.

As the pair entered into the facilities, the coaches gave the pair friendly greetings. Ray didn’t know a single one of his coaches’ names, nor did he actually know any of his teammates. Jake seemed to talk with each one of them, having gotten to know them all it seemed.

“I’ll see you in the gym, Ray!” Jake said, waving his friend off. Ray didn’t respond, instead zeroing in on the locker room to prepare for the ultimate test.

The moment the doors opened, Ray could hear the sounds that had become so common as of late. Right in front of him were two of his teammates 69ing on the ground in the center of the room. Two more were sitting nearby in a passionate, unending kiss, and another was feverishly jacking off.

All, of course, were wearing socks and nothing else.

“Morning, Ray!” said one of Ray’s teammates. He had just come out of the bathroom, his dick rock hard. Ray didn’t know his name, but he vaguely recognized his face. This man was...on the wrestling team. What a coincidence then that he was at practice. The man grinned ear to ear. “Ready for practice today? Jake said he’s going to run us dry.”

“He wouldn’t tell me what was up,” Ray said aggressively, his mind still hellbent on winning. He wasn’t going to fraternize with potential enemies.

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” the man said, clearly a little hurt. As another, shorter teammate left the bathroom, the man grabbed him and slammed him down onto his knees. The taller one shoved his dick down the shorter man’s throat, the latter submitting immediately as he began to pleasure the other. Both men moaned loudly as Ray walked off.

Ray quickly shirked his shirt, dropped his pants, and literally tore up his boxers with his dick alone, the tattered remains falling around him on the ground with a single scrap of cloth laying down on his instantly hard member. He let the clothes lie where they fell and stomped off into the gymnasium, socks still wrapped tightly around his feet.

The gym was surrounded by a railed-off section of extra bleachers. There, the coaches waited impatiently, some of them absentmindedly stroking their erect cocks. Jake stood at the center of them, discussing something important as the head coach gave him a blowjob.

Ray stood at the center of the gym, spreading out his legs to shoulder width and folding his arms behind his back. There he stood tall, unmoving. It was the rigid posture that Jake had instilled in the team as of late, he would not move until instructed.

Slowly but surely, the other men came out of the locker room. Their previous boisterous demeanors vanished as they entered the gym, each taking up the same position as Ray had at the center of the gym. The scene was almost eerie as the sock-soled men gathered without a single word.

The men stood there, waiting for quite some time. Each of them stood tall, nearly naked, and unwilling to move. Their discipline was rigid, not to be disturbed. Slowly, discussion died down in the bleachers and Jake walked slowly towards the railing. He stood there for a moment, the whole facility silent.

“Good morning men!” Jake said as he shouted into a large megaphone.

“Good morning, sir!” the men shouted in booming unison. The coaches all sat up in their seats to watch as practice started. Jake stood against the railing, his eyes filled with fire.

“Battle royale!” Jake shouted over the megaphone with no further explanation. The very air became more tense as the team’s eyes flitted about, sizing each other up. Ray swore internally. He was in the middle of the crowd, a highly disadvantageous position.

“You will dominate your peers,” Jake said as he slammed his hands against the railing. Ray saw Jake’s eyes align with his own. “The winner is the last one standing. As always, socks must be kept on by everyone at all times. Is that understood, men?”

“Sir yes sir,” the team said in unison, their voices booming about the gym, echoing before dissipating into nothing. The gym was silent once again.

Ray sized up those in front of him, unable to move his head or any part of his body until Jake gave the order. He had no idea how many people were on the team, a consequence of his inability to remember any of their names. The dozen or so that were in front of him were a mixed bag, about half were pushovers. It would be easiest to go immediately for one of their asses. In front of him was a rather large guy, he would—

“Go!” came the echoing call of the megaphone. Ray pounced as chaos erupted, and he’d meant going for the ass literally. His hard dick slammed into the large guy in front of him. Ray doubled down by grabbing at the man’s chest and nipping at his neck. The man struggled, but the moment Ray’s shaft was in more than a few inches, the man crumbled as Ray squirted a bit of cum up his ass.

Ray dropped the limp, moaning man as he heard someone approaching from behind him. He spun around, causing some idiot lightweight to stumble over the felled man before him. One of the teammates still standing from the front of the gym grabbed him quickly and shoved his head down into his cock. As the lightweight couldn’t help but take the load. Ray saw an opportunity and grabbed the standing man. He pulled him in for a wet kiss, startling the man. In his trepidation, Ray was able to pull the same maneuver he had and blew a load down his throat.

In the span of three or so minutes, the team had been decimated, thinned out to five remaining men who fanned out in a circle around their moaning and orgasming teammates. Ray was careful to step over the men on the floor without tripping over them as the five standing men formed a Mexican standoff. None dared to strike, each of them were rock-hard and ready to fire.

“Come on, grab each other!” Jake shouted over the microphone. As if pulled against their will, the five men suddenly jumped at each other, each one tussling with the other four as they tried to move themselves into an advantageous position. All five of them were writhing with each other, trying to turn this way or that way,

Sensing an opportunity, Ray reached down and grabbed his neighbor’s hard, throbbing dick. With all he might he cocked it like a shotgun, the man immediately collapsing to the ground in ecstasy. It was an unorthodox move, but it paid off. Another man had been using him for support, and he tripped over himself, falling to the ground. Foolishly, one of the heavyweights, a tall one that had Ray worried, pounced and collapsed on all fours to take the exposed ass. Ray merely thrust forward, forcing the heavyweight to take Ray’s cock down the throat.

Ray jumped back immediately, avoiding a jab from his only remaining opponent. The swirling moaning orgy that lay around the two of them writhed as people paired up on the ground. Unable to stand in their seemingly unending pleasure, they were blissfully unaware of the tense matchup above them.

The coaches too were seemingly inattentive. The bleachers freaked and squeaked up above as Ray stole glances upwards beyond the railing. There, Jake stood, the only other person in the gym who had not yet caved. His eyes were full of fire, and Ray could feel the weight of his expectations. Jake didn’t have to say a single thing.

In one quick motion, Ray pounced at his final opponent. The other man prepared with a defensive stance, but Ray was far too powerful. He grabbed the man by the waist and spun him around. The man tried with all his might to shake Ray off, but Ray was quicker. He pulled the man up in the air and used their bodies’ immense weight to fall backward onto the ground. Now falling through mid-air, no amount of wiggling or shifting could move the man away from Ray’s enormous cock. The man fell ass first, his body immediately tensing as the pair released what remained of their loads. Ray’s opponent went limp, the last one to submit.

Jake let out an ear splitting scream through the megaphone, not that anyone but Ray was lucid enough to hear it. The runner-up rolled off Ray’s chest, crawling off towards the nearby pile of men.

Ray stood up quickly, beating his chest and throwing up his arms in triumph. Only Jake celebrated with him as the room descended further into an orgy.

Jake hurdled the railing and barreled down the steps. Ray had yet to submit to a single one of his teammates across any practice session. But as Jake slammed against his best friend’s wall of muscle, he did not resist as he was spun around. His mind entered a state of blissful ecstasy as Jake continuously slammed his rock-hard cock up Ray’s welcoming ass.

The pair eventually left the gymnasium, leaving the coaches and remaining wrestlers to continue in their pleasure. A quick refreshing shower later, the pair was dressed and ready to go. Ray only had his shirt and pants remaining, forcing him to freeball. Not like that was gay or anything, Ray still had his socks on.

“I was talking to the coaches,” Jake said. “They are all impressed with the team’s progress.”

“I’m sure all the guys appreciate your help,” Ray said as they left the locker room. Ever since Jake had been involved, he’d gotten the wrestlers to shirk off any ‘gay discomforts’ they may have held. It was only holding them back really, they were so much more productive now.

“Appreciate, huh?” Jake said with a bit of a grin. He didn’t say anything else, instead the pair continued towards the doors of the facility. Ray noticed that it seemed he could still hear the sounds of sex. That sex had obviously been heterosexual, each man on the team was sure never to take off their socks. Odd though, given they were so far from the gym and locker rooms.

“I was also talking to the guys over at the radio club,” Jake said. He stopped just before the doors and checked his phone. “They also needed…help with something.”

“Oh? What?” Ray asked. The door was opaque, but pretty thin. It seemed like the sounds Ray had heard were actually coming from outside. On the green…

“Same thing as you and your teammates,” Jake said as he slid his phone back down his pocket. “What is and isn’t gay. They want to help their audiences after all, and they have quite a large audience.”

“You are an expert in that,” Ray said nodding. “What did you say to them?”

“That it’s not gay if you’re wearing socks,” Jake said with a grin. He opened the door slightly, the sounds of sex suddenly louder and more pronounced. Jake peered out and whistled before closing the door.

“Looks like socks are back in style,” Jake said. His smile was infectious, and Ray felt those butterflies well up in his stomach again. It wasn’t gay to feel emotion, Jake had said that.

In a rush of emotion, Ray surged forward and hugged Jake with all his might. Jake seemed taken aback, his body suddenly frozen.

“I appreciate you, Jake,” Ray said. He squeezed tightly, and Jake slowly wrapped his own arms around Ray.

“I appreciate you too, Ray,” Jake said softly. After holding each other for some time, the pair separated, grinning ear to ear at each other. Each had gripped the handle of the double doors before them.

“On three,” Ray said. Jake snorted and smiled.

“Three!” he shouted, immediately running out the door.

“Bastard,” Ray said as he slammed into his own door. He hoped Jake could run because he wasn’t ready for the tackle hold Ray was going to put in him. It would be so tight an intimate, but it certainly wouldn’t be gay.

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