Story-Portal

I was curious about guys, sure. I even thought about doing stuff with a few guys. I tried not to, and tried to instead focus on girls. I even dated a girl. Her name was Brie, and she was hot. She was the first girl I dated, and we'd been dating for over a year. I really liked her a lot. We hadn't done anything other than making out. I'd felt her boobs a few times through her bra or shirt, and she'd rubbed my hard-on a few times. We were talking about maybe going further after prom. I was going to get a hotel room, I'd be eighteen for a few days by then. That was months away, though. I was dying of blue-balls. At least I was having really good jackoff sessions after our dates.
She had a younger brother, Todd, who was fifteen at the time. He was openly gay, and had a boyfriend named Clinton. He was a really nice guy. Good looking, too. A little small for his age, but obviously well into puberty. But Brie was smallish too. So were their parents. Anyway, Todd was good looking and had a good looking boyfriend.
It was after the fall dance, which is why I'm thinking of it again at this time of year. Brie and I had a great time with our friends at the dance, and we made out in the parking lot for nearly an hour. She was rubbing my crotch and I was rubbing hers with one hand and holding a boob with the other that was around her shoulders. Man, it was a hot session! I was close to blowing a wad at least twice and had to take a breather. I was pretty sure she got off at least twice. I mean, she moaned, shook, and groaned and laughed.
Anyway, it got late, so I took her home. I was still boned as I walked her to the door. We kissed a bit, then she went to go inside. Out runs her little bro and his boyfriend.
"We need a ride to Mace's. Will you?" Todd asks me.
"Where?" I ask.
He tells me, and it's not very far out of my way, and Todd is a decent guy, so is Mace, and I see Brie waiting to see what I'd say, so I tell him, "Sure."
"Great!" Todd beams, and Mace goes, "Thanks!"
I say goodnight to Brie again, and the three of us head to my car. Mace and Todd get in the back seat. I start driving. In seconds, I hear heavy breathing and kissing. I get a look in my rear-view mirror and see them making out really heavy, hands in each other's pants.
"Uh, guys, can you cool it?" I ask.
They laugh and stop it, mostly.
"So no action with sis tonight, either?" Todd asked.
"None of your business," I grumped.
"From the bulge in his pants, I'd say no," Mace laughed.
"Saw that, too, huh?" Todd laughed.
"Yeah. Can't miss it. I bet he's got more than seven inches down there," Mace said.
I wasn't going to argue that. By the way, I was tall and athletic, and I'd had seven inches when I was sixteen. I was almost eight inches at the time, actually. Anyway, I didn't say anything.
"Wonder what it's like to sit on that big a one," Todd snickered.
"Probably depends on how thick it is, too," Mace said.
"Yeah," Todd laughed, then asked, "So, how thick is it, Logan?"