THEIR FIRST TIME By Billy Jay Dee
"That's not nine inches."
Peter looked up from soaping up his oversized balls, thick dick and little pubic patch of curly brown hair. Bill stepped forward pulling his own six incher straight out. As Peter watched Bill lifted his cock up with the palm of his left hand to compare the two side by side. Grinning Peter looked at is best friend and said, "It would have to be hard."
With a mischievous lift of his right eyebrow, Bill began to stroke the two cocks wrapped in his left hand. In two strokes they were both hardening. Beyond the plastic curtain of the little shower room, they heard the bathroom door open. Both men stepped back to their respective showerheads.
Peter was a jocular jock with sandy hair, broad shoulders, a barrel chest, stocky frame, nice butt, and thick thighs. He was given to wearing tight jeans and loose tennis shoes. His most striking feature was his ever-infectious smile.
Bill stood a little taller, blonde-brown hair, lean frame and long muscular legs. He wore cowboy boots that made him that much taller than Peter when they weren't naked in the shower.
They had known one another for years on the Coconino National Forest Firefighting Crew. They'd only become intimate when they both signed up for an intense four semesters at the School of Forestry at Northern Arizona University. They spent all day side by side, their outer thighs and knees gently touching, their hands casually laying on one another's inner thighs when they turned to speak to one another.
Bill had wanted to make the friendship "a little more intimate" for a long time. But, barring the occasional day hike or trip to Oak Creek Canyon, Peter's wife kept him on a pretty short leash, particularly since the baby.
A few days before this pleasant shower interlude, Peter's wife and daughter went to California preparing for his sister-in-law's wedding.
That day, Peter moved into Bill's room in the dorm. Bill's roommate didn't mind. He was used to Bill's firefighting buddies crashing on the floor on weekends. But, Bury Hall in 1973 was noisy, dirty, crowded, and Bill's roommate was always there. So, it was no surprise when Bill suggested spending a quiet night at Peter's. Bill thought he saw a little twinkle in Peter's eye at the suggestion.
Peter and his wife shared a small one-bedroom daylight basement with a standard living/dining/kitchen area. Their bathroom shower was notoriously oversized for one showerhead. Bill made sure the cooked carrots were on the menu. (His girlfriend had once suggested that it was a powerful aphrodisiac. His girlfriend also liked to get ass rammed occasionally, particularly when she was onthe rag. She'd even come once getting it up the ass from Bill.)
As the men cooked and scurried about the kitchen making dinner, Peter pulled off his shirt. "Too hot." Bill nodded in agreement. Smiling into Peter's eyes he unbuttoned and pulled out the tail of his own short-sleeved shirt.
After dinner with glasses full of cheap red wine, the boys moved onto the small couch across the room. Bill admired his buddy's broad chest and then squinted at the sofa where they sat.
"Didn't you tell me you were sitting here once with your shirt off and the baby tried to get a little milk off of you?"
"Yeah!" Peter admitted with a chuckle and his usual grin.
"What's it feel like?"
"Good," Peter replied still grinning, "a little weird, but good. Let me show you."
He pulled back Bill's shirt, leaned forward and took the whole right nipple in his lips. The only chest hair Bill had was around his right nipple and Peter's bristly moustache now hid it all. As his tongue flicked across Bill's nipple and his lips sucked at Bill's tit, his hand rolled into Bill's inner thigh and Peter's knuckles rolled against his buddy's crotch.
"How's that?" Peter asked sitting back and licking his lips.
"I liked the tongue action. Your turn."
Bill stretched out across the couch, his mouth encircling Peter's nipple. Peter held the taller man's head with his right hand, his left snuck beneath the cotton shirt, slid over the small of Bill's back and came to rest on his hot ass, then cupped the nearest cheeks and pulled his buddy closer. Later, he pried Bill loose and suggested they hit the shower.
"Hey, tonight you can show me your wife's favorite position," Bill suggested while following his host. "I never get it, when you describe it."
In the shower they took turns lathering up, while they rinsed in the shower stream. Then, arm in arm, they scooted around one another, their semi-hard cocks poking at one another's dangling balls, patches of pubic hair surrounding their dicks and upper thighs.
Occasionally through the "swat, swat, swat" of the shower on the tile and on their muscular bodies, you could hear the "thud" of their wagging cocks whacking one another as their masters passed beneath the showerhead.
"I'll wash your back," Bill offered with a cock of his head.
Peter turned spread eagle to the tiled wall and began to "oh" and "ah" as Bill's long fingered hands worked Peter's broad shoulders into a lather, then dragged the bar up his butt crack. But, Peter's moans really got going when Bill when went back to kneading and pushing his hands into the huskier guys shoulder blades and shoulders.
"You know what would work even better?" Bill asked, a hint of glee in his voice.
"What?" Peter sighed.
"If I used all three hands!" And with that he dropped his dick into the crack of Peter's butt and began pushing with his pelvis as he did with his hands.
Peter grinned and laughed, maybe even pushed his ass into Bill's thrusting cock.
"My turn," he said, spinning Bill around and sloppily scrubbing his back.
"Oops."
The bar of soap hit the shower floor in front of Bill. Legs straight he grabbed for it. Peter grabbed his ass and drove them both forward so Bill could get out of the shower.
His thick cock slid back and forth between Bill's butt cheeks showing plenty of its pink head above the bent bottom with each upthrust. They started laughing. Bill slipped. They both ended up in a pile on the shower stall floor.
Once composed and dry, they raced one another to the bedroom, yanked back the comforter and upper sheet and plopped onto the bed.
"Look!" Bill lied. "It actually is 9 inches long."
His open palm, fingers down pressed Peter's rock hard 8-1/2 inches. Peter grinned. Both men now had raging hardons.
Peter grabbed his bud and threw him on his back towards the head of the bed.
"She lays like that." Lifting Bill's legs he crawled underneath and turned his body perpendicular and facing Bill. "Then I get like this and..." He rocked his hips back and forth. His cock wagged and occasionally poked impotently at Bill's thigh. Bill laughed.
"Its great cause I can play with her titties."
He stroked Bill's right nipple.
"And then play with her pussy." His fingers slid down Bill's chest and wiggled his hard on back and forth.
The six incher was rock-rigid and pale, with a bright red head just starting to ooze.
"And end rub the little man in the boat."
His thumb lifted his buddy's ball sack and then rolled the two testicles back forth across his flat abdomen. This lifted Bill's legs a little but not enough to give his striking cock a hole to enter.
"Show me your favorite position," he shouted when he became frustrated at the effort.
Peter knew perfectly well to get on his hands and knees, previous conversation having revealed "doggy" as being Bill's preferred fucking style. Bill put his knees inside Peter's thighs and spread the broad-shouldered boys knees further apart to lower his ass to the desired position.
"This ain't exactly the way I do my girlfriend, but..."
He reached under Peter and between his legs, pulling his over-size balls to one side, then slid his own cock between Peter's sack and thigh, grabbed his ass and began to push.
"...it'll do nicely."
Bill began pushing his pelvis off Peter's butt as he guided his buddy's butt away, only to quickly slam the two together again. He kept up a heavy rhythm His breath came loudly. Unbeknownst to Bill whose head was thrown back and eyes closed, Peter was looking over his shoulder, grinning with pleasure.
Suddenly, Bill stopped, his hands and thighs aquiver. He was careful to keep his sensitized cock from further contact with the bottom's body. A string of sticky precum stretched from a wet spot on Peter's thigh to the peehole in Bill's dick.
"Maybe you should show me your second favorite way."
Peter spun around to a seated position then threw Bill back on the bed face up. Bill panted heavily as he lay beneath his pal, his breath making sucking noises as he waited for Peter to climb on top. Peter lifted Bill's long legs to his shoulder and fell on top of his pal. He started a mock-lewd humping, his hairier oversized balls rolling across Bill's and their hard cocks crossed, rubbing and stroking one another.
As the pace increased color rose to his cheeks. He pressed harder and harder into Bill's abdomen. Bill continued panting and started rolling his hips to push his own erection into Peter's.
The top's eyes began to glaze over and sweat came to his brow. He stopped suddenly pressing all his greater weight on Bill, pinning him to the bed. He stared straight ahead at the shelves of the headboard. He gulped.
"You'd better show me your second favorite."
His voice sounded distant. Then he grinned at Bill and blushed as they both looked down at his throbbing red prick and all the love juice it had spread on their bellies. Bill laughed at their predicament, then pushed the broad-shouldered buck back to a sitting position on the bed and gave him a quick kiss.
"Put your knees on the floor and your belly on the bed."
"What?" Peter giggled.
Bill motioned for him to get down and Peter knelt at the side of the bed.
"Now stretch out up there and relax a minute. I'll be right back."
Peter rubbed his belly his still dripping pecker into the mattress and did stretch his arms across the bed in a yawn of pleasure while Bill hit the head. But rather then hear the toilet flush, he ears picked up the click of riding heels on the kitchen floor. Peter turned to look and burst into a grin.
Bill walked in wearing nothing put a hardon and pair of Tony Llama lizard skin boots. His white socks stuck up above the top of the boots.
"What?" be asked in mock surprise.
"It's for the additional height," Bill explained with a wink. He licked his lips appreciatively. "Nice ass. Is that 'eye' winking at me?"
Peter wiggled his butt, which sent Bill stomping across the room. He straddled the stockier man while laying his cock in Peter's crack. His hardon, now smeared with their precum, slid slowly forward. Bill's hands slipped under Peter's shoulders for a better grip.
"This the way you butt fuck your girlfriend?"
"Yeah," Bill sighed. "Better angle of attacking."
He rose in the saddle a little to demonstrate. He noticed that Peter wasn't grinning. His burly buddy stared straight ahead at the shelves of the headboard. His muscular right arm stretched out and pushed his hand into a decorative basket there. He pulled his arm back behind his back and handed Bill the tube of lubricant he had retrieved.
"Go for it." he said with his usual grin.
Bill didn't ask "Really?" He didn't question the opportunity. He just gobbed up his aching cock with the lube and aimed into his buddy's bunghole. Bill applied gentle steady pressure. Peter arched his back and ass to make it easier to fuck him. Bill couldn't believe it was going in.
The warmth and tightness of Peter's bowel was almost overwhelming. He was so strongly bound, he was moving the two of them rather than his seeping cock when Peter told him to start fucking. Bill was back to breathing hard, walloping on Peter's ass. Peter's body rocked forward with each pounding, rolling his thick cock and big balls across the bed sheets. Bill dropped a convulsing, lengthy load into his buddy's belly in now time. He dropped, pale and panting, on the bed beside Peter.
Peter looked up. Bill smiled at him. Peter grinned and said, "My turn." Bill smiled even more. Bill came once more that night; Peter, three times total.
The remainder of their college careers the occasional day hike up some spent cider cone or skinny-dipping session in the Oak Creek got a lot more interesting.
THE END