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?"
"None of your business," I said again, feeling embarrassed.
"Probably really thin," Mace joked. "Like a pen. Long but skinny."
"But you see that bulgy head?" Todd asked.
Cripes! I was glad it was night and they couldn't see how I was blushing.
Todd added, "I bet he has a big, fat, plump head on it, like you do."
I'd seen enough dicks, in the showers and online, to know I did have a pretty big head.
"Probably bigger than mine, though," Mace said.
They were quiet, mostly whispering for a bit, then Todd asked, "Hey, Logan, what would it take for you to show us your cock?"
"What?" I almost yelled.
"We've got almost thirty bucks," Todd said, holding the money out over my shoulder.
"You just are not serious," I said, glancing at the money in his hand near my shoulder.
"Yeah, we are," Todd said. "Mace's folks will be in bed, and we can sneak in the basement. Show us, and you can have this."
He tapped the money against my shoulder.
"I'm not showing you my dick," I said firmly.
"Not just your dick," Mace said, "I wanna see your big balls, too."
"Yeah," Todd added. "Come on. You know we won't tell anybody. We're just curious."
"You can see all the dicks you want online," I told them.
"Yeah, but that's not in real life. We want to see one for real. In person."
"And boned up," Mace added.
"No way," I said even more firmly. Then I added, "You can see each other's, if you want to see one up close and in person."
"We're tired of seeing each other's," Mace said.
