Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2001 17:00:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: "Their First Time" by Billy Jay Dee

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