Chapter 1: Chapter 1
The Witcher leaned back into the bath, splashing a bit, sending droplets dancing around his face. He winced as the icy water hit his raw skin. Despite the initial shock, the water was refreshing, doing wonders to soothe his aching muscles after the strenuous workout.
"I need to get a move on," he muttered, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his forearm.
"It's getting late and I just now started my bath."
Jaskier laughed. "You're gonna be late, my friend. But not if I hop in with you real quick! I know you're going to steal all the hot water..."
Geralt glanced over at Jaskier, his eyes lingering on his sculpted form as he stripped off his clothes. He swallowed hard, trying not to stare, but failing miserably, at Jaskier's sculpted form. The tautness of his muscles, the firmness of his buttocks, the whitish-pink color of his skin, and the golden tan of his hair were all works of art. His body was a wonder to behold and it didn't go unnoticed by other women. But men? Geralt wondered.
"I have to admit you have a nice body, my friend," Geralt said, admiring the contours of his own chest and the wash of his arms . "Not as nice as mine, of course."
Jaskier mimed offence as he removed his undergarments and pointed to his manhood.
"That may be," he relented, "but I'm bigger."
Geralt blinked in disbelief. He had never seen Jaskier fully unclothed before. It was true. He was bigger, at least soft.
"Oh, for now, my friend. The water is quite cool." Geralt said with a straight face and twinkling eyes. "In any case, I am quite large when I'm... You know... " He left the rest unsaid, hoping Jaskier would figure it out.
But Jaskier wasn't buying it. "I don't believe you," he teased as he climbed in the bath.
He sank into water and yelped, "Fuck! It IS cold!"
Geralt chuckled and reached a bulging arm up to tug on a nearby lever, sending boiling water plunging into the bath. When the steam finally cleared he looked down at his own pale, muscular body.
He traced a rugged finger along his many scars through ghost-white hair. His torso was a mess of scratches and scrapes. He had been through a lot in his life and didn't like to back down a challenge.
"So, what do you think now the waters have warmed, my friend?" he murmured, spreading his bulging thighs, putting his hefty manhood on clear display.
The head of his cock alone was almost twice the thickness of Jaskier's. It peeked out, ruddy in hue, from Geralt's rugged foreskin among a forest of natural, snowy bush. His sack was massive, holding his two bobbling testicles, swaying in the warm waters.
Jaskier paused before leaning back, spreading his own legs in mirror form.
"Impressive, but still not as large as mine, technically. Prepare to be outmanned!" the bard boasted.
His pale and smooth cock began to swell and twitch. Geralt watched as the growing head took shape and then finally broke the surface of the water. It was a sight to behold. An enormous, veiny phallus rising from the depths of the tub, threatening to shoot its load at any moment.
Geralt didn't normally think of men this way but there was something so delicate and deceptively innocent about the pink head of Jaskier's cock. Just the sight of it made his own manhood swell.
"Oh, is that so? I think it's time for us to compare sizes, my friend," Geralt said, his voice thick with a Nordic accent.
It was a rush, he has never lusted after another man before. But Jaskier's skin was so smooth, his lips so pillowy, and it had been so long since the Witcher had lain with a woman.
His cock twitched as he stood up in the tub, water dripping down his silver chest, streaming down his deep-cut abs, dripping off his hard cock, furry-white balls tightening in the cool air. His dick was a solid, bone-colored pillar of muscle, much thicker than Jaskier's but not quite as long. When the tip fully freed itself from his foreskin, it pulsed, like a massive mushroom growing and shrinking in anticipation.
Jaskier stood up as well, his body taut with muscles that strained against their confinement. His cock was full now, a throbbing head on a thick, veiny shaft that seemed incredibly disproportionate to Jaskier's slender frame. It was a sight to behold.
"There, Geralt, see?" mumbled Jaskier. "I am bigger, longer at least."
His voice wavered. Jaskier couldn't deny that he had dreamed of this moment on many a lonely night. To feel another man's strong hands on him, feeling wanted by Geralt, desired, protected.
Geralt took a deep breath, drawing in the full sight of Jaskier. The way his balls moved around inside his sack, swinging back and forth like a metronome. That crackle of electricity running between them whenever they touched. The way his precum oozed out like honeydew and dripped slowly like honey out of his pinkish head into the warm waters.
Geralt could no longer resist and conceded. "Fuck. You are bigger."