Disclaimer: All the characters in or mentioned in the story are at least 18 years old.
Hal and I were up in his room getting ready for a party. We'd just been out raking leaves--I helped at his house, he helped at mine--so we needed to change before meeting our girlfriends, Gwen and Laura. I'd been friends with Hal ever since fourth grade. We had just finished high school in the spring and were enrolled at the same junior college to save up for a four-year school. We were roughly the same build: lean and athletic, about six feet tall, we both had dark hair, but his was nearly black, and he had curly locks that drove the girls wild. We also liked the same kind of books and the same kind of music, so it was really easy to get along with him. And he was just a good guy. He wasn't judgmental or cliquish. He was smart and funny and generous. He and I loved each other like brothers.
I also wanted to fuck his twin sister, Madge, who shared his curly raven hair but augmented it with a slender curvy body and a drool-wothy bust. I don't understand the obsession with huge tits--I prefer a smaller firm breast that fits well in my hand.
I could tell that Madge's would be a nice fit.
Hal came back into the room from the bathroom, where he'd been washing his face and under his arms, which I'd already done. We started chatting about a new album when he removed his pants. He was wearing a pair of white briefs. I noticed how fully he filled them out.
"Dude, you getting wood or what?" I said.
Hal laughed. "No, man, I'm completely soft."
I was quiet for a second. I looked at him and back down at his package. "Well, you must be pretty big then."
He grinned. "I'm not exactly small."
I looked down again. He made no move to pull on another pair of pants. Instead, he stood there with his strong legs apart and tugged along the waistband and leg openings. It was a perfectly normal action, one I would never have noticed in another context, but it seemed like he was doing it deliberately. When I looked up at him I saw his head was cocked and he had a slight smile. "Do you want to see it?"
That caught me off guard.
Do I want to see it? Do I?
I guess I was curious, but, whereas I'd seen other guys' dicks in the locker room after gym or a soccer game (leader scorer, by the way), I hadn't
looked
at them. Did he
want
me to see it? Did he want to show off? That just didn't seem like him.
"Sure," I heard myself say.
He pulled down his briefs enough for his flaccid banana to flop out.
"Huh," I said, "'not exactly small' is an understatement."
"I gotta be honest, it doesn't get a whole lot bigger when I'm hard, but, again, I'm pretty happy with the size, and Gwen seems to like it."
I looked up at his face. "What's it look like when it is hard?"
He blinked at me and was quiet for a second. "It, uh, it looks hard." He had a cautious look in his eyes, then he asked, "what's yours look like?"
I kept holding his gaze as I undid my pants, let them slough down, and stepped out of them. Then I pulled down my boxer shorts. I also had no reason to be shy, but my non-erect state was not as impressive as his. I felt a weird excitement at this strange situation. I never thought exhibiting myself to another guy would give me a sexual thrill, but there it was.
"You're already kind of hard, Nate."
I looked down. Sure enough, my dick had started to stiffen. I was mortified. "Fuuuuck," I said. "Look, Hal, it's not what you--"
"Nate," he said, cutting me off, "it's cool. We've...gone down a path we didn't expect. Look, I'm kind of aroused too." Like I said earlier: smart and generous.
But the last statement caught my attention. I looked down at his cock. It was indeed starting to rise up. It sprung out from a nest of dense black pubic hair. The shaft itself had not much hair, except near the very base, and it had one strong vein running along the top, unlike mine, which was laced with veins. Behind and below it I could see his balls hanging low in their sac (I was also a low-hanger). Then I said, "can I touch it?" And I immediately wanted to slink away and kill myself.
