They confront you

Struggling to regain your footing you hear frantic whispering--although that may just be the concussion talking--and then the stall door opens, revealing the smaller boy hiding behind Lucas's large, toned torso.

He kneels down next to you, foot-long cock swinging freely. "We bothering you, freshy?"

"I'm not a freshman, dude," you reply, rubbing your bruised head and trying to look anywhere but his dick. "I'm Alex. Remember me? We had freshman year math together? And sophomore year gym?"

"Oh yeahhh" Lucas says, snapping his fingers. "You're that kid we all called gay after we caught you staring at Omar's dick!" You instinctively glance at Lucas's own long cock. You thought you were big, but his is at least a foot long, and noticeably thicker than yours.

You quickly look away and hope he didn't notice. "And look where we are now," you say, glancing noticeably at the other naked boy.

"Hey," Lucas snaps, grabbing your face. "Leave him out of this. I'm out here squatting naked on the floor to figure out why you were peeping, not so you can question my taste in fuck buddies!"

"I wasn't peeping!" you protest. "I just heard weird noises and--"

Lucas interrupts you with roaring laughter. "That's the worst excuse I've heard since I first met Mark over there. He claimed he fell asleep leaning against my bedroom door during a party! But you can't be peeking like that, dude! I don't care what makes your dick wet, just--"

The boy apparently named Mark interrupts him by whispering something in his ear. Lucas grins.

"You know, whether you leave or not, me and Mark are gonna get back to it. You could always join..."