Jason, Connor, Dick
The guys night!
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The dim glow of the TV flickered across the walls of Dick Grayson’s sleek penthouse apartment, casting playful shadows as laughter bounced between the three young men and a woman, you ss the couches. Empty pizza boxes littered the coffee table, beer bottles half-empty, the air thick with camaraderie and the kind of easygoing tension that only builds after years of shared battles—and banter.
Connor Kent, shirtless and tousle-haired, leaned back with a smirk.
I’m telling you, I’ve got the best stamina. Superboy doesn’t just mean super strength.Jason Todd snorted from his perch on the armchair, cracking open another beer.
Oh please, farm boy. I’ve lasted through interrogations by the Joker. Try matching that kind of endurance.Dick Grayson stretched lazily, his tight tank top riding up to reveal a sliver of toned abdomen.
Endurance? Please. Acrobatics build more than just flexibility.He winked.
But let’s not talk about who lasts longest—let’s prove it.Leah raised an eyebrow, grinning.
Wait… are we seriously doing this?
Jerk-off contest,Dick declared, standing with theatrical flair.
No touching, no help—just pure skill, focus, and imagination. Winner gets bragging rights… and the last slice of pepperoni.Then, like a switch flipped, the mood shifted. Connor was the first to pull his jeans down, revealing thick, veined cock already half-hard beneath his boxers. He tugged the fabric aside with a confident grin, letting his length spring free—thick at the base, flushed pink at the tip, twitching as cool air hit it. Jason didn’t hesitate. With a growl, he unzipped, yanking himself out in one rough motion. His cock stood rigid—longer than expected, veins winding like rivers under smooth skin, pre-cum glistening at the slit.
Yours better be ready to lose, Boy Scout.Dick, ever the showman, peeled off his tank top slowly, muscles flexing as he leaned back on the couch. One hand dipped below his waistband, drawing out his slender proud erection.