Free Jumbo by Todd Young

again, thinking that maybe someone had the wrong locker. Maybe these notes weren’t from Luke, but were from someone else and meant for someone else. Then he reminded himself of what had happened in the showers yesterday. Luke’s cock had been pressed into his ass, and Luke had had to control his boner. It had to be Luke, though Mitchell couldn’t understand why Luke would think his cock was hot. It was almost nothing. Could Luke like that?
    Mitchell frowned, thinking, and then he smiled. Hell, if Luke could like his cock, then there was no problem. Over the past few years, when Mitchell had thought of Luke, he had always thought that there was one thing that would make Luke sure to reject him — his cock. It was a fucking joke, though now it seemed that that wasn’t the case.
    He ripped his speedos off and slung them over his locker. He walked toward the showers naked with his towel in his hand. He figured there was no point wrapping it around himself because none of the guys had to wait anymore. Sharing the showers was the accepted thing. He hung his towel up and took the situation of the showers in in a glance. Jack was sharing with Luke and Ben. The only place he could go was into the corner, where Tyler and Tadd were showering. Still, though, Mitchell didn’t mind. Tadd had been pretty cool to him just now, telling him he was a good swimmer and so on. He wasn’t the worst guy on the planet, and Mitchell knew that half the reason he hated Tadd had to do with Tadd’s cock and balls.
    Mitchell was jealous.
    He walked toward the corner and Tadd stepped out. “You want to hop under?” he said. Mitchell said that he did, and he stepped under the spray, warming himself in the water while Tadd soaped his body. Again, Mitchell found himself looking at Tadd’s cock and balls. He couldn’t help it. They were so big; it was almost impossible to believe. Every time Mitchell saw them it was like a new thing, something incredible. Could they possibly still be growing? Mitchell had heard somewhere that people didn’t stop growing until they were twenty-one. Was Tadd going to end up with a cock that hung to his knees? Mitchell smiled. That certainly couldn’t happen.
    Tadd reached out and put his hand on Mitchell’s shoulder. He had soap in his eyes. He pulled on Mitchell’s arm and Mitchell moved, though as he passed Tadd, the back of his hand slid across Tadd’s cock and he felt it flop. Oh, man, Mitchell thought. He felt like reaching out and grabbing it. It had felt so heavy.
    He turned and watched Tadd rinsing himself, and then, as Tadd cleared the water out of his eyes, he handed Mitchell the soap. Mitchell began to soap himself and Tadd smiled. He reached his arms up and turned in the shower, letting the water rinse under his arms.
    “You want to jump in here?” Tyler said, as Mitchell finished soaping himself.
    Mitchell nodded, and he stepped into Tyler’s shower. He began to rinse the soap off, and as he was swishing the water around his cock and balls, he happened to look up. Tyler and Tadd were staring at what he was doing, staring at his cock and balls as Mitchell swished the water around them.
    Hell, Mitchell thought. He really figured everyone was gay when it came right down to it.

18
    On Saturday afternoon, Tadd arrived around two-thirty, pulling into Mitchell’s driveway in his car, an Audi TT that his parents had bought him.
    Mitchell said hey and they went upstairs where Mitchell had cleared his desk off so that they could sit side-by-side. He borrowed Pete’s chair, wheeling it through the bathroom, and then the two of them sat down next to each other and pulled out their textbooks.
    Tadd wanted to go back to a place they had covered a few weeks ago, where everything had gone crazy, as he said it, where they had started on calculus properly and he had lost the plot. They found a place in the textbook where Tadd said he was okay, where he understood things, and then they began to work