Chapter Three

Mason

I stood in front of the mirror in our room, looking at my thin body and my chest that no longer resembled a man’s chest. It looked like the chest of someone who needed a training bra, not of a nineteen-year-old man. I had always been self-conscious, but the past year, my self-consciousness grew along with my chest. My doctor told me year after year that I had delayed puberty, that’s why I was always smaller, didn’t have a single hair on my chest, had a small penis, but I began to doubt him. Something else was going on. But I sure didn’t plan to talk to anybody about it. The door flew open and Conrad walked in.

“Do you mind?”

“There’s nothing tied around the knob. And it’s not like I haven’t seen you shirtless,” Conrad said.

“I was having a private moment, okay? My chest feels weird.” I covered my chest with my hands.

“Let me see,” he said, taking off his coat and dropping his backpack to the ground.

I turned toward Conrad and shook my head.

“Just show me.”

I moved my hands and pouted. Thank goodness, we had the blinds drawn.

“Look at your nipples or the area around them. When did that happen?” He studied my chest with his head tipped to the side.

“I don’t know, but I swear within the past few weeks.”

“And they’ve gotten larger.”

“You say they.”

“It, your chest. It’s like you have boobs. Small ones but boobs.” There it was, confirmation.

“Well, that’s just great.” I looked down. “Oh, God. I think I’ve been in denial. But maybe they’re not really boobs?”

Conrad raised his eyebrows. “What else would they be?”

“I don’t know.”

“I know boobs. Okay maybe not that well, but I’ve, at least, touched them whereas you have not. Let me feel,” he said, stepping in front of me.

“I am not going to let you feel me up.” What I said and wanted were two different things.

Conrad shrugged.

“Okay, fine. Go ahead. Maybe an assessment will tell me I just have … God, I don’t know. Just tell me if they feel like boobs,” I said, glancing down at my chest.

“Boobs vary, so me touching them might not help with anything.”

I took in a breath as he touched the side of my supposed right breast. “You can touch more.”

Conrad nodded and cupped my left breast or shall I say my supposed breast.

“Sad thing is, there’s enough for you to hold in your hand,” I said as he gently rubbed me.

“Yeah,” Conrad said, now caressing both of my suspected breasts.

My cock twitched, and I closed my eyes for a moment. He rubbed the pad of his thumb on the underside of my left one, still holding the right.

“Mason.”

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He massaged my chest with both hands, and my heart picked up speed, and my erection swelled more. Conrad’s eyes locked onto mine.

“Um.” He licked his lips. “I think you have small breasts.” He breathed heavily and looked down at his hands still touching me.

“And it seems you like them.”

He dropped his hands, and my chest heaved. “I was evaluating them for you.”

“Thanks for the evaluation.”

“No problem.”

My eyes grazed him, and I could see the shape of his hard cock, straining against his jeans. Holy crap, my best friend was just as aroused as I was. Maybe all those moments we’ve had the past couple of weeks weren’t imagined. Especially the past few days.

“They feel even weirder now that you’ve touched them.”

“Do they sort of tingle?”

“Yeah, I think…” They did tingle, and it felt like they swelled a bit, too, and my nipples hardened.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Hey,” he said, touching the side of my chest with his fingertips.

I looked down at the ground.

“Look at me, Mason.”

“What?” I asked.

“It felt good, didn’t it?”

“Maybe.” I bit my lip, and our eyes met.

“I don’t have to stop,” he said, holding his gaze.

“Sure?” I asked as he stroked the side of my one supposed breast with his thumb.

“Yeah.”

I let out a shaky breath as his warm palm cupped me. He touched the other one softly with his fingers, handling them like they were so precious. Both of our chests moved up and down with our heavy breathing, and he then ran his thumbs over my nipples, and I let out a moan and grabbed his biceps.

“You like that?” Conrad whispered.

I nodded and closed my eyes as he continued to caress my chest, occasionally grazing over my nipples. I held tighter to his arms because my legs began to shake, and I was sure my knees would give out at any moment. He slowed his touch, and I opened my eyes. He stared intently at me.

“Conrad?”

“Yes?”

“What are we doing?” I asked. I had been in love with him, wanted him so much, but he was still my best friend. We were entering a zone we might not be able to return from.

“Do you like it?” he whispered in my ear.

“More than anything.”