Date: Wed, 6 May 2009 05:50:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Lickerish <richardlickerish (at) yahoo.com>
Subject: Bi Cousin's Summer Chapter 8: Size Concerns

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Bi Cousin's Summer
By Dick Licker

Chapter 8: Size Concerns

I was ready to fellate Peter again, but couldn't feel any arousal in his
manhood yet. We were sitting together facing each other naked and
sweating. I sat straddling my new friend to whom I'd just administered his
blowjob with my buttock resting on his muscular thighs and my scrotal sac
resting on his withered wang. My semi hard cock lay resting up against his
abdomen. My arms were wrapped around Peter's neck with my face nuzzling
into his neck next to his ear. I was hoping for a quick recovery and a nice
hard member that I could only imagine penetrating my ass.

I wanted this hunk's cock up inside me so fucking bad. When we first began
our sexual adventure a few minutes prior Peter had concerns about his
perceived inadequacy -- his size. Perhaps the unfounded hang-up about size
was what held him back earlier in his life from engaging in sex. Hell, I
didn't find his cock to be all that small. I couldn't swallow the full
length of it without starting to gag; moreover, it was thick enough to fill
my mouth. Even though I felt his cock to be of an average size I felt the
need to reinforce my satisfaction with Peter penis and performance.

"Peter, you were so fucking great," I said pulling my head out of his neck,
"Oh, and I think you've got a great looking cock Dude."

"You mean you don't think my dick is small?"

"Hell no! I'll suck that thing a hundred times more than a guy with a log
for a cock."

"I mean it's so small when it's soft," Peter said gently pushing me off him
so he could stand up and show me his flaccid penis. His was somewhat
shorter than my five inches of flaccid phallus. I estimated his soft little
member to be about two inches, maybe two and half. I thought it was kind of
cute with a very nice glans, but I could see and understand Peter's
concerns. Over the years I'd learned that guys seemed to be more
apprehensive about their flaccid size than erect. Peter was a grower;
whereas, I was a pretty much shower.

"A soft cock isn't that important. What's important is how big it gets when
it's hard and you got a nice big hard cock as far as I'm concerned."

>From what I'd read the soft penis is many times more important, especially
to young men than the hard version. In locker rooms and communal showers
where guys are viewed most of the time cocks dangle free and swing limp;
therefore, many guys base their opinions and decisions about penis size on
what they see when the phallus is in its pendulous state. I'd observed many
smaller students on the receiving end of ridicule from the more
well-endowed.

There was flawed thinking among many that athletes had to have huge cocks
to play and do well at sports. From what I'd seen that was a
fallacy. Another teenage fallacy was that guys with smaller equipment
tended to be gay or lacking masculinity. The same seemed to be said about
boys who were in band or orchestra, who were academically advantaged or
belonged to chess or math clubs. In other words according to jocks the
geeks had small equipment and were thus gay.

>From what I'd read on the Internet a few hours earlier heterosexual guys
tended to be smaller; whereas, gay men tended to be endowed with larger
organs. In my personal experience the geeks I knew were amply endowed. I
wasn't sure I believed all the Internet articles, but never the less there
they were in print for the world to read.

  Although there is a certain beauty to a pendulous piece of meat swing
free I enjoy the more boned up version. I hadn't seen a lot of hard cocks
in my young life and hadn't had an abundance of rigid rods penetrate either
of my bodily orifices, but I knew what my mouth and asshole could handle
comfortably. And I'd found Peter to be a very comfortable fit, at least in
my mouth. The next adventure would be to see how well he fit into my
asshole.

"Come on let's go take a shower and clean up," I suggested.

"Okay," Peter replied as I guided him downstairs to the big shower I'd used
earlier in the morning.

"Wow! This is a phat ass bathroom," Peter exclaimed as we entered the
master bedroom bath.

The opulent master bathroom in Shelly's parent's house was equipped with a
large shower, big enough for four people comfortably with shower heads on
opposing walls. The bathtub was an ornate two person Jacuzzi type
tub. There was a separate room for the toilet and along the wall a striking
double sink vanity with mirrors. The bathroom definitely complimented the
large master bedroom and entirety of the custom built home.

We stepped into the big shower stall turning on and tempering the water
coming from both nozzles. Once the water was regulated we wet our
bodies. The water raining down our bodies was welcome relief. Shelly didn't
have the air conditioning on and the hot humid August midday was beginning
to become a little uncomfortable.

Surprisingly, Peter took the lead. He began bathing me, soaping me all over
with some great smelling body wash. The bath and shower gel felt and
smelled so great as Peter was tenderly began rubbing it all over my
body. He handed me the bottle of gel, so could I duplicate the procedure on
his body. We were enjoying the erotic moments caressing each other's
bodies, cooing with each sensual touch.

I moved around behind Peter stroking his back and shoulder building suds,
creating a soapy slickness to his backside. Standing in the shower behind
Peter I noticed for the first time that he was a couple inches taller than
me. I moved up closer behind him where my hard cock was brushing against
his golden globes. I heard sighs and moans of pleasure. I thought to myself
he hadn't rejected any of my advances thus far, maybe he will be receptive
to some anal play.

Rubbing the soapy film around Peter's back I moved lower. I began washing
between those two voluptuous mounds my fingers moving all the way to the
bottom where I could feel his scrotal sac. On the return trip topside I let
my forefinger brushed his anus, whereby Peter jumped and let out a gasp of
pleasure. I let my digit linger proceeding to excite Peter's rectal opening
while he continued moaning and groaning.

Because of the difference in our height I was able to slide my slick cock
in at the base of his ass cheeks in between his well-lathered globes,
titillating his asshole, listening to him moan more. I moved my hands
around to the front of Peter's body where I began playing with his hard
nipples. After a few minutes of nipple play which was bringing more wails
of pleasure from Peter my hands began roaming down to his rock hard cock.

I was certainly glad that Shelly's parents weren't home to hear Peter's
wailing. I knew that Peter would take longer to ejaculate the second time
because he'd already cum once. I continued titillating Peter's sensitive
asshole with my soapy cockhead. By the moans and groans coming from Peter
and the way he was backing up to me I sensed that he was going to be a
receptive anal player.

Suddenly, the curtain pulled back and Vicki said, "Sounds like you two are
having too fucking much fun in here."

There stood the two girls stark naked with droplets of sweat running down
there bodies. The heat and humidity was getting to them too.

"Mind if we join you guys to cool off?" Shelly asked.

"Hell, it's your house," I replied moving to give Peter some cover from my
cock probing his butt cheeks.

Shelly and Vicki made their entrance. Both shower heads were running, so
Peter and I moved to one side making room for the two girls on the opposite
side of the shower. I handed Shelly the bottle of gel and went back to
caressing Peter's body. I was noticing that Peter hadn't lost his erection
remaining boned up nicely since the girls entered the shower, or was it my
prodding at his backdoor that was holding his erection?

Vicki began easing in between Peter and me where she began caressing his
body. The two paired up where they began kissing and caressing each other's
bodies. Shelly took control of my body.

"My oh my look what we have here Vicki: two virile young men who've become
aroused by our presence. Maybe we need to help them out."

Being a bisexual I think I was boned up because of the two females in the
shower, but also the fact that I'd found a new male interest in my life. I
enjoyed pussy, but I also enjoyed a good cock. As we were standing under
the running water rinsing the body wash off Peter exclaimed, "Oh My God!
Look at that," pointing to my boned up member.

Vicki replied, "Well, look what I've got in my hand."

"Both you boys have really nice looking dicks," Shelly said.

"God, Dickie yours is huge compared to mine," Peter commented.

I didn't need any negative feedback from Peter about his cock; besides, his
aroused member stood tall, jutting out at approximately five to five and
half inches at a forty-five degree angle from his crotch. I was hoping
Shelly or Vicki would chime in with more positive reinforcements.

"Nothing wrong with what I'm holding," Vicki said, "And both you guys have
super delicious heads on your dicks."

"Really?" Peter questioned.

"Let me show you," Vicki said as she knelt in front of Peter grabbing his
cock wrapping her lips around his knob.

With Vicki on her knees in front of Peter fellating his organ Shelly
dropped down taking mine in her mouth. My cock was aching for relief. I
hadn't gotten off since being boned up while giving Peter his first
blowjob. The girls did a fantastic job delivering blowjobs upon us. The
teen temptresses took our loads of cum, swallowing and then standing up
kissing us, letting us taste the residue in their mouths. After making out
for a few minutes Vicki and Peter broke first.

Peter exclaimed, "Damn! That was so fucking great. This is what I wanta do
for the rest of my life. Fuck college."

"I'll second that," I said laughing.

That was the first time I'd really heard Peter use much vulgarity. We all
rinsed off again and got out of the shower to dry off. Once dry we made our
way back to the bonus room where we rehydrated and conversed about what was
on the agenda for the rest of the day.

A unanimous decision was for an overnighter. So, Peter and Vicki set about
making phone calls informing parents that we would be staying in town with
Shelly for the night. The next day we would get up and travel to Wheaton to
take care of administrative school business.


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