"Do you really need to flex all the time?" I looked at Denis sitting in the driver seat, enjoying his massive arm.
He raised his gaze and looked at me, "Don't act like you don't like it"
Back in high school when we first met he used to be a shy, lanky kid. He had always been a taller one, standing at his height of 6'4" compared to my 5'7" but I was the one who had the sturdier look — I wasn't even to being muscular or athletic like some other guys but compared to him I looked a bit stronger. But then everything changed when he started going to gym when we were in college. He hit his second growth spurt, getting up to 6'7", and started gaining muscles as well. His body became hairier and some decent stubble started appearing on his previously smooth face. But those weren't the only changes — his behaviour changed too. He was now acting more confident and cocky.
"Fuck, are you getting hard?" Denis laughed looking at the growing bulge in my shorts. Emberrased I instantly covered it with my hands but it was too late. He already saw it.
"Shit, I suspected that you're a faggot but I haven't been 100% sure"
My face turned red and my heart started beating fast. I didn't know what to say or how to react.
"It's not what you think..." I tried to find an excuse but nothing came to mind. I was about to start crying.
"Hey, you don't need to worry about that" Denis put his arm on my thigh and squeezed it slightly, "We're still friends. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just glad we are now on the same page" His hand was so huge in comparison with my leg that it easily encircled the half of my thigh.
"You can touch my arms, I know you want it," he gave me a quick wink, "You don't need to be shy".
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