Day 2, 1:00 PM

Jharrel had recently returned to his room after attending his classes. He was comfortably lying on his bed, enjoying some music and watching TV alongside his friend Danga, when suddenly, a knock echoed through the door.

“Who is that?” Danga asked, glancing toward the door.

“That’s probably Khalil,” Jharrel replied.

“The guy we met on campus the other day? You didn’t tell me he was coming over,” Danga said, raising an eyebrow.

“We were just texting and he said he was close by, so I told him to slide through,” Jharrel responded casually.

Jharrel got up to open the door.

“Come in,” Jharrel said, inviting Khalil into the dorm room.

“What’s goin’ on, man?” Khalil asked as they greeted each other.

“Nothing,” Jharrel replied.

“What’s up, man?” Khalil repeated as they walked toward the bed.

“Nothin’ much. I got to go to work in an hour,” Jharrel added with a slight shrug.

“What’s up!” Danga chimed in, nodding.

Both Khalil and Jharrel joined Danga on the bed.

“Are y’all from here?” Khalil asked, looking between them.

“Yeah,” Jharrel responded. “Where you from?”

“California,” Khalil answered, then asked, “So what y’all do around here?”

“I’m just a senior here at UCUM,” Jharrel said.

“And you?” Khalil said, turning his attention to Danga.

“I’m a model,” Danga laughed, then leaned back and grinned at Jharrel before saying, “King Ding-a-Ling.”

Khalil responded, still holding in a laugh from the memory of what Montie had said, “I used to model too.”

Jharrel also found himself laughing, happy to see Khalil in such good spirits. Ever since Jharrel first laid eyes on Khalil walking around campus, he had developed a huge crush on him. Now, having Khalil in his dorm room and engaging in conversation felt like a dream come true. Jharrel hoped that Khalil was into guys, but he wasn’t sure if Khalil only liked women. This was Jharrel’s chance to find out Khalil’s preferences.

“What else you do?” Jharrel asked casually.

“Y’all already know I play football, but I played basketball in high school too,” Khalil responded.

Feeling nervous but wanting to see if Khalil would open up about his sexuality, Jharrel teased, “You model, you an athlete. I bet people be all over you!”

Khalil replied seriously, “I mean, I got a girl, so I don’t really fuck with them here.”

Danga jumped in, laughing, “You havin’ a girl don’t mean nothin’.”

Khalil busted out laughing too, catching exactly what Danga was throwing.

“I’m just sayin’!” Danga said, capping off the laugh.

“Alright Danger, you doin’ too much! So Khalil, what brings you to our dorm?” Jharrel asked, hoping for a more detailed answer about Khalil’s intentions.

“Honestly, I’m just tryin’ to meet a few people. I’m kinda new, so,” Khalil responded, then continued, “It would be kinda cool to meet people and chill. Make some new friends and shit.”

Jharrel, not satisfied with the answer, decided to change tactics.

“So, you said you modeled? Did you really, or you just sayin’ that?” Jharrel asked in a suggestive way.

“What? Man, stop playin’. You want proof or somethin’?” Khalil responded sarcastically.

“Let’s see,” Jharrel said, his voice lowering nervously.

“Man, I ain’t modeled in a while,” Khalil said as he spun a basketball on his finger, then stood up and asked, “You want me to take my shirt off?”

“Yeah!” Jharrel said quickly, almost too quickly.

Khalil took off his shirt, revealing his toned body, covered in tattoos and abs.

Satisfied, Jharrel pushed further.

“Nice! Nice!” he said, eyes wide.

Then Danga blurted out, “You doin’ a strip show, you might as well drop the pants too!”

Khalil laughed and replied, “I’m down, but I’m not finna be the only one out here modeling. Keep that same energy.” He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his brown jeans, lowering them to reveal his black and white underwear. “I did my last modeling gig for a music video one of my boys back home was filming. We had stripped down into these tight black suits—it was actually pretty slick. But I been focusing on sports, so modeling kinda took a back seat,” Khalil said, spinning around mockingly like he was on a runway.

Jharrel was staring the entire time, completely entranced as Khalil undressed. Snapping out of his trance, Jharrel finally managed to respond, “That real nice!”

“I’m feelin’ those tattoos,” Danga said, giving Khalil a respectful nod.

“That’s what’s up!” Khalil responded, dapping Danga up while Jharrel just sat there, nearly drooling over Khalil’s body.

Khalil noticed Jharrel looking at him and playfully asked, “You like what you see, sir?”

“Yes, I do!” Jharrel blurted out without hesitation.

Khalil laughed at how fast Jharrel responded. Then, after a few awkward seconds, Khalil asked, “Alright, y’all turn. Yo Danga, you was talkin’ that smack, so you first!”

Danga, still lounging in his sleepwear, got up on his knees and removed his shirt. He glanced over at Khalil and said coolly, “Only ‘cause you asked. You know I don’t just strip for anybody,” before sliding off his shorts, leaving only his blue boxer briefs and white socks.

Khalil, still laughing, shot back sarcastically, “That’s not what I heard, porn star!”

Next, Jharrel took off his shirt and shorts, revealing some sheer, see-through underwear he had worn in anticipation of Khalil’s visit.

“Jharrel, yo ass is fat!” Danga joked, blocking Jharrel with a hand.

Jharrel quickly checked Danga, putting his head down slightly embarrassed but saying loud enough for both to hear, “This ass is not for you, Danga!”

“Nice, nice,” Khalil said, giving an approving nod.

Curious, Khalil asked, “Where you get those underwear from?”

“UCUM Afterdark, the adult store,” Jharrel replied quickly, not wanting Khalil to know he actually got them from a gay-focused shop.

“An adult store? Okay,” Khalil chuckled, moving on without digging deeper. “You prefer boxers or briefs?” he asked next, trying to keep the convo light.

“It don’t matter,” Jharrel answered with a shrug.

Then Khalil turned to Danga. “You, sir?”

Danga grabbed the waistband of his boxer-briefs and said, “You see what I got on.”

When Danga grabbed his boxer-briefs, Khalil couldn’t help but notice his impressive bulge, causing him to burst out laughing—laughter always being his way of handling tension.

“Where you get yours?” Jharrel asked Khalil, trying to keep the flow going.

“UCUM Drip,” Khalil answered. “They had a sale, like $21 for three.”

Realizing Khalil hadn’t answered the original question yet, Jharrel pressed again.

“You prefer boxers or briefs?”

“Briefs,” Khalil said, grabbing his package casually. “I need some huggage down here.”

“That’s cool,” Jharrel said with a smirk. “I used to work there my freshman year. I don’t gotta work for an hour, so sit back down and get comfortable!”

Khalil smiled and did just that.

The guys chatted away for almost an hour. As their conversation went on, Jharrel felt a stronger connection to Khalil. It was mind-blowing for him—having a football player, dressed only in boxer-briefs, sitting on his bed. He wished the moment could last forever.

The conversation was so captivating that Jharrel lost track of time until he glanced at his phone and exclaimed, “Oh shir, I have to go to work!”

Surprised by the sudden announcement, Khalil gave Jharrel a puzzled look. Jharrel repeated, “I have to go to work,” already hopping up to get dressed.

As Jharrel quickly got dressed, Khalil’s attention turned to Danga, who wasn’t much of a talker. Now facing Danga alone, Khalil couldn’t help but steal a few more glances at his physique—and more specifically, his obvious bulge.

The memory of Montie telling him about the rumors of Danga and his so-called 13 inches took over Khalil’s mind again. He had been in locker rooms with other guys plenty of times and never felt any attraction, but he figured it was natural for dudes to notice another dude’s body sometimes. This though—this was different. Being an athlete himself, Khalil was no stranger to sex, girls, or even porn. But he had never seen someone with a size like Danga’s before.

His curiosity was growing stronger by the second.

Finally, Jharrel left, and Khalil, now sitting alone with Danga, mustered up the courage to speak.

Khalil grabbed a pillow and positioned himself at the foot of the bed, directly across from Danga.

“So, sir,” Khalil started nervously.

“What’s up?” Danga replied, glancing over at him.

Struggling to find the right way to bring it up, Khalil decided to just be blunt. He took a deep breath and blurted out:

“So be honest with me… is your dick really that big?”

Without hesitation, Danga—who never missed an opportunity to show off if someone wanted to see—grinned and responded:

“If you askin’, I don’t mind showin’.”

Danga shifted onto his knees and casually pulled his completely flaccid penis out, wiggling it lightly in front of Khalil. “Is that big?” Danga asked with a playful smirk.

“Boy!” Khalil burst out, leaning in for a closer look, and then immediately busting out laughing in shock. Then, without thinking, Khalil asked:

“Can I touch it?”

Danga raised himself up a little higher to give Khalil a better view. Khalil sat up straighter, staring in amazement at Danga’s soft, uncircumcised 8-inch dick dangling right in front of him. He couldn’t help but think—he’d only ever seen something like this in adult films.

Curious about its weight, Khalil reached out and touched it. It wasn’t just long—it was thick, too.

Khalil let go, watching it swing from side to side, and once again exploded in laughter at the sheer size of Danga’s flaccid dick.

“Ohhhhh shit, boy!” Khalil shouted, clutching his stomach.

“Just wait till you see it hard,” Danga said, laughing and shaking his dick a little as it began to stiffen.

“Bruh… that’s soft? Nah, you lyin’,” Khalil said, still shaking his head in disbelief. Unable to resist, he grabbed Danga’s dick again.

“Boy!” Khalil exclaimed, squeezing and admiring it.

Thinking about how many inches it must be, Khalil said, “It looks like…” but the thought of actually trying to guess a number made him laugh even harder.

“What do you do with that shit, like what the fuck,” Khalil said, wide-eyed.

It was so big, he couldn’t even imagine how someone would have sex with him.

Danga continued to shake it as it grew thicker and heavier by the second.

“Ohhhhhh, oh my goodness,” Khalil gasped, scooting to the side before reaching over and grabbing it a third time.

“It’s heavy,” Danga said casually.

“Hell yeah, it’s heavy! What the fuck!” Khalil responded, genuinely amazed.

Khalil scooted farther to the side and lined up his forearm next to Danga’s dick. It stretched from his wrist all the way up to his elbow.

“I’m over it,” Khalil said dramatically, letting go and hearing Danga’s dick loudly smack against his own thigh.

“Oh shit,” Khalil muttered.

Unable to resist, Khalil began casually stroking Danga’s uncut dick, revealing more of the monstrous head with each pull.

“Let me see that ass.”

Khalil, caught up in the moment, laughed nervously but complied almost immediately.

“You wild, bruh… but alright! Just look—don’t start nothin’,” he said, then leaned back and slid off his boxer briefs, exposing himself fully.

Still lying there, Khalil looked up at Danga and joked:

“You want me to roll over or somethin’?”

Danga simply motioned with his hand for Khalil to flip onto his stomach.

Khalil, still laughing to himself, turned over and laid flat on the bed.

Suddenly, he felt a smack on his ass.

“Bruh! Hands off the merchandise!” Khalil yelped, jerking slightly at the unexpected slap.

Danga just laughed—and smacked it a few more times.

Khalil, still smiling but starting to feel a little exposed, warned:

“Aye, three strikes and I’m out, bruh. Watch yourself.”

Not wanting to take any chances that Danga might try something else, Khalil shifted and said:

“In fact, let me just turn over ’cause I don’t trust you back there.”

He flipped over onto his back again, his hard dick pointing up toward the ceiling.

Danga grinned and got between Khalil’s legs, reaching for his own waistband.

As Khalil looked up, seeing Danga now fully nude and kneeling between his legs, he couldn’t help but blurt out:

“Damn, yo dick is big! Is it even hard?”

“Yeah, my dick just heavy!” Danga answered, casually letting it hang.

“Hold on—let me take these off,” Danga said, lifting one of Khalil’s legs at a time to remove his boxer briefs completely.

“Yo dick pretty big too,” Danga added, nodding at Khalil.

“I always thought I was bigger than most dudes,” Khalil said, chuckling.

“Keyword: most,” Danga shot back, smirking as he dropped his boxer briefs onto the floor.

“I’m speechless!” Khalil said lifting his head up to get a better view of Danga, who is kneeling between Khalil’s legs with his long, heavy dick hanging, Danga and Khalil locked eyes for a moment.

Breaking the silence, Khalil asked, trying to keep the mood light:

“So, this what you do when you link with people?”

“You wanna see what I do?” Danga responded, grinning.

Trying to not seem too eager—or too nervous—Khalil shrugged and said:

“Umm… maybe?”

Without warning, Danga scooted closer, slid his arms under Khalil’s back, and pulled him forward so that Khalil’s body was pressed against him.

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Khalil, startled, immediately protested:

“Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! What are you doing?”

“I’m bout to give you the full experience,” Danga said calmly, his big dick now within inches of Khalil’s exposed ass.

“Ain’t this what you wanted?” Danga asked, his voice low.

Khalil hesitated, his mind racing, then said carefully:

“Yeah… I mean—yeah. I wanted it. Not like… sex or nothin’. It’s just—” He closed his eyes for a second, trying to steady his breathing. “Bruh, it was somethin’ about you. The way people talk. The way Montie said it, like you was 13 inches or some mythological creature walkin’ around campus. Even in the locker room, dudes be crackin’ jokes—like, ‘I’m big, but I ain’t no Danga.’ They be clownin’, but it’s real.”

Danga leaned forward and placed his hands gently on Khalil’s chest, looking him dead in the eyes.

“I can feel your heart beating fast,” Danga said, his voice calm.

“I ain’t never done anything like this before,” Khalil admitted quietly.

“Well,” Danga said with a grin, sitting back on his knees, “It’s a first time for everything.”

Danga leaned back and casually rubbed his big dick along Khalil’s ass crack.

Khalil immediately tensed and blurted out:

“Whoa—yo! Chill, chill, chill! Not like that, bruh… I ain’t ready for all that. Just—move up or somethin’.”

“My bad,” Danga said, backing off quickly. “I thought you wanted that. You was touchin’ me, grippin’ me… talkin’ like you was curious for real. I ain’t tryna force nothin’. Just—felt like that’s where it was goin’, you feel me?”

“Nah, I get it,” Khalil said, catching his breath. “I was just… amazed. I ain’t never seen no porn star dick in real life before. That shit just had me thinkin’. Had questions, bruh.”

“You can ask me anything you want,” Danga offered, settling beside Khalil casually.

Khalil couldn’t help but smile, still looking at Danga’s heavy, half-hard dick lying across his thigh.

Seeing the grin on Khalil’s face as approval, Danga shifted and straddled Khalil’s chest playfully.

“Just look at it, bruh,” Khalil laughed, shaking his head. “It’s so motherfuckin’ big, like all I can do is just laugh,” he said, busting out into full-on laughter again.

Danga laughed with him, the tension between them easing into a strange, hilarious kind of comfort.

Once Khalil calmed down, he leaned back against the bed and asked:

“OK OK OK… when did you realize you was hung like a horse?”

Danga chuckled, nodding like he’d been waiting for that question.

“Man… I remember exactly when it hit me,” Danga started. “It was that summer right before sixth grade. I went to spend the night at my homeboy Jalen’s house—me, him, his cousin Drae, and a couple other dudes from school.”

“Later that night, we snuck back out to the pool. We was play fighting and stuff, when one of the dudes dared everybody to skinny dip—and you know how boys be, tryin’ to act tough like they don’t care. So everybody strips they trunks off while we was in the water.”

“We playin’ Marco Polo, swimmin’, just havin’ fun… but when we got out, everyone just started lookin’, and checkin’ out who had what.“

“One of them dudes just stared at me, like yo what the fuck is that? Next thing you know, the whole crew actin’ like they seen a damn alien. Somebody was like, ‘Bruh, that shit look like a baby leg.’ I’m standin’ there like… confused.“

Danga shook his head, smiling at the memory.

“After that?” he continued, chuckling. “Everything changed. Truth or Dare turned into ‘Dare you to go look at Danga’s dick again.’ Folks tryin’ to measure it with random shit. One dude even pulled out a ruler like he was tryna do science.”

“You think people was using you?” Khalil asked curiously, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Everybody always say that. But look—lowkey, I’m an introvert. Growing up, I was always the one folks overlooked. Not gon’ lie—I do like the attention. I don’t even crave sex like that for real, for real. But I LOVE the attention. Yeah, I love that. People be wantin’ to see it, touch it… some even fantasize about havin’ a dick like mine.”Danga said as he rubbed his hands together. “I look at it the same way folks admire a famous artist or an athlete—it’s just somethin’ people drawn to, especially guys,” Danga said, as he casually adjusted himself.

Khalil grabbed Danga’s dick again and asked, “Why you think guys be on you heavy?”

Danga laughed low and responded, Simple—size matters to dudes ’cause deep down, most of ’em insecure about they body and they dick. You see it everywhere—go to any gas station and they sellin’ them fake ass pills talkin’ ’bout “get bigger, get harder.” That alone tell you what’s on folks’ minds. Then everybody out here lyin’ and exaggeratin’ about they size, so when somebody actually got a big one, it shock folks like, “Whoa. But it’s deeper than just sex. Men constantly sizing each other up—in the locker room, at work, even in friend groups. It’s all about competition, dominance, rank. That’s why dudes in sports do all that smackin’ each other on the ass or flexin’ in front of each other—it ain’t just jokes, it’s a power play. It’s like, ‘Where I stand next to you?’ It’s primal, for real. That’s why size gon’ always be a thing—it’s tied to ego, identity, and how dudes measure their worth against each other.”

Suddenly, Khalil blurted out, “Can you hop off me real quick? Yo dick way too close to my face right now.”

Danga laughed and slid off, staying on his knees next to Khalil.

Khalil shook his head and said, “I never thought about it like that. I ain’t gon’ lie… you really out here makin’ dudes question they whole setup.”

Danga looked down at him and asked bluntly, “I mean—are you gay?”

Khalil immediately waved his hands defensively while speaking, “Nah. I ain’t gay. Let’s get that straight. I like women. Always have. This ain’t about catchin’ feelings for no dude. I was just tryna understand… why everybody act like you got some kinda magic in your drawz.”

Danga laid back beside Khalil, almost in a 69 position, and said, “Nah. I mean, they the ones askin’. I never went after nobody. I just always been like… if you wanna see it, cool. If you don’t, cool. I ain’t never looked at it like gay or straight. To me, it’s just… somebody wantin’ to see somethin’ wild. And me not really carin’ if they do.”

While he was talking, Danga casually grabbed Khalil’s dick and started stroking it, feeling it grow in his hand.

Khalil laughed, raising his voice, “So you just gonna grab and play with my dick like it’s free samples now?!”

“Man, yo dick nice!” Danga said sincerely.

Khalil laughed again and asked, “Thanks, I guess? You done stuff like this with straight guys before?”

“Yeah, plenty of times,” Danga said, continuing to stroke him casually. “Sometimes they just stroke me, sometimes they suck me. But one thing about it, if they suck me or I end up fuckin’ them… they always come back for more.”

Khalil immediately checked him, “Yo, hold up. That ain’t me, bruh. I’m not comin’ back for nothin’. This ain’t no gateway moment. I ain’t here tryin’ to get flipped or claimed. But be real with me… why you even say yes to this? Like, you ain’t even know me for real.”

Danga responded honestly, still stroking Khalil, “‘Cause you asked. That’s all it take. You give me permission, and I’ma give you every inch. I peeped what you was on soon as you came over talkin’ ‘bout you model, then slid out your clothes, throwin’ them slick little jokes. I saw through all that. You was lookin’, touchin’, and I could feel the curiosity—quietly, but real. But see, I don’t force nothin’ on nobody. I just match the vibe you bring.”

Khalil shifted slightly, muttering, “Whatever, man,” as he adjusted himself on the bed.

Danga looked over at Khalil and said, “Grab my dick — I’m serious, grab my dick.”

Khalil, still caught up in the wildness of the moment, did as he was told. Now that the amazement had worn off a little, he got a good look at Danga’s semi-hard dick.

“Yo… wait. You uncut?” Khalil asked, still stroking.

“Yeah. All natural. You never seen one before?” Danga asked, amused.

“Nah, bro. I’m from Cali. Everybody out there clipped like a receipt stub. This the first time I seen an uncut one in person,” Khalil said, still examining the foreskin.

“Yeah, down here more people are uncut. It got its perks,” Danga said casually.

“Like what?” Khalil asked curiously.

“Shit… it’s more sensitive. Got that natural protection, so my head not rubbin’ against my underwear all day, so the sex is much more intense,” Danga said, chuckling.

“For real?” Khalil said, still fiddling with Danga’s foreskin, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, it’s kinda like havin’ your own personal masturbation toy. All the skin make it easier to jack off. And boy — when I was younger, I was jackin’ off all the time,” Danga said, educating Khalil.

He looks at Danga’s how hard dick and visioning the foreskin as a sex toy. Then noticed Danga’s dick leaking precum. Not knowing how to hand the thought of touching another man’s precum, Khalil just burst out laughing.

“Don’t act like you don’t jack off!” Danga said, laughing too.

“Man, I used to be wild with it. Like… every day type shit. Sometimes twice. Especially in middle school—soon as I got home from practice, bruh, it was go time. Not gon’ lie, in high school once I started datin’ my girl, she was handlin’ my dick all the time. Her head game was A-plus, and sometimes she went back for extra credit, ya feel me!” Khalil said, still laughing as they both casually stroked each other.

“I knew it! Football and freakin’—classic combo,” Danga said, shaking his head.

“Nah, for real though, since I been here? It dropped off heavy. My girl all the way in Arizona. Long distance hittin’ different,” Khalil admitted.

“You ain’t gettin’ action at all since you been at UCUM?” Danga asked.

“Nawl, bruh. I mean… we send stuff. Pics, vids. I got a whole Dropbox full of her twerkin’. And I be sendin’ her stuff back too. Like full videos—stroke game, angles, everything. Gotta keep her fed, feel me?” Khalil said proudly.

“See! We got somethin’ in common. You makin’ content too—you just ain’t postin’ it yet,” Danga said, laughing.

“Man, hell nah. Plus, I ain’t got a huge, uncut, Mr. Snuffleupagus, hangin’ out the front either,” Khalil joked.

Danga laughed hard and said, “Being uncut ain’t all great. Sometimes it trap the smell in the skin if you don’t wash right. Gotta keep that shit clean — real clean. It’s high maintenance, but worth it.”

“This like some hands-on educational type shit,” Khalil said, laughing again.

“Too many people got closed minds. How can you learn if you ain’t curious?” Danga said, shrugging.

“Yeah, but lowkey though… this the first time I ever got hard off curiosity alone. That’s what’s messin’ with me,” Khalil admitted, scratching his head.

“Bruh… you sure you not into dudes, even just a little?” Danga teased, smirking.

Immediately, Khalil let go of Danga’s dick and snapped, “Yo — get your hands off my dick,” his voice sharper now. “I keep tellin’ you — I’m not into dudes at all. I just wanted to see what the fuss was about. That’s it.”

“Aight. Damn. I ain’t tryna start nothin’. It’s not that big a deal,” Danga said, backing off respectfully.

“Nah, it is. It is to me,” Khalil said, sitting up and collecting himself. “I love my girl. She all I want. I don’t care how curious I was—this ain’t me, man. This between me and you—don’t even tell Jharrel, you hear me? If you say somethin’ to anybody… I swear, Danga, we gon’ have a problem.”

“I got you, bro. My bad… I’m sorry,” Danga said quietly, raising his hands.

“You know what? I should’ve never come over here,” Khalil said, getting up off the bed quickly. He started gathering his clothes.

Without another word, Khalil dressed and left the room, leaving Danga sitting there alone, watching him go.

Lead Cast

• Danga911
• Jharrel
• Khalil

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