The unmistakable sound of two teenagers entered the empty old house. The large two story structure had belonged to his granddad's parents, who Bobby never knew. It was passed on to Alex after his father said, "I don't want the old drafty dump."
Both Alex and his son loved living in the space, despite its flaws.
"What did Jeff say when you told him that?" the teenager said to his friend as they entered the kitchen. "Was he pissed?"
"Jeff was so pissed," his friend Marty replied to Bobby's question. "He and Rhonda have been dating since our freshman year, and now she's seeing somebody else. Boy, I hated to be the one telling him."
Bobby put his school books on the kitchen island before turning to open the refrigerator. "I wonder what Olga left for snacks today?"
Setting down a tray of chicken wings on the kitchen island Bobby said, "Tough luck to him." Then he motioned to the wings saying, "Dig in man." The teenagers each grabbed a wing, losing all interest in the saga of Jeff and Rhonda..Afterward, they went upstairs to Bobby's bedroom. Once inside the host dropped his books and stripped off his t-shirt before flopping across his bed.
"Get comfortable, man," he said to his friend Marty, who responded by removing his own shirt before lying opposite Bobby across the bed.
The boys engaged in every day school talk until Bobby injected, "Say Marty," he gestured to his friend, "Look at your pecs man. You're starting to show buff, dude."
"Do you think so man?" Marty replied, lightly brushing his chest, pausing to rub one of his nipples. "I'm trying, I'm trying. But I've still got a ways to catch these babies," as he flicked his finger onto Bobby's chest. "Your bod is already way hot, man."
"Do you think so," Bobby replied. "Coach says that I need more leg work. He even said that he'd show me some exercises if I'd go by the gym after class"
"Shit man, I'd be afraid of any exercise that dirty old creep would give."
Bobby laughed at his description of their Phis Ed coach.
Marty continued the subject, "You want lessons man; get your father to give them to you. He is one buffed out dude; he looks like somebody out of a magazine. You want advice, ask your dad."
Bobby nodded as he stretched backwards on the bed. "Yeah, Dad's pretty hot, I guess." Then he quickly added, "From what I've heard, lots of babes around town think so. I suspect he's fucked a lot of them." He stretched further while placing one hand between his legs at the crotch.
At that point Marty reached to give a little tug to the thin trail of hair stretching from Bobby's navel to the top of his jeans.
"Yo dude, you've got a little treasure trail going, Bobby. You've got a little something to show to the girls huh?"
As a reflex, Bobby jerked open the buttons on his jeans and pulled down his jockeys. "Hey man, I'll show you something I show the girls." He grabbed his cock and balls and shook them towards Marty.
"Dude, I'm jealous," the boy replied at the sigh of his friend's cock. "How many inches you got going there now?"
"I don't know," Bobby replied. "Last time I checked it was about eight. But that was over six months ago."
"Where's a measuring tape, I haven't measured myself in just as long. The last time I did I had just over 6 1/2 inches. I keep pulling on it hoping that it will grow some more."
Bobby hitched up his jeans as he rose to leave the room. "It's in my dad's bathroom, I think. I'll go get it."
His friend had unzipped his trousers and had pulled down his underwear and was inspecting his genitals when Bobby returned waving the cloth measuring tape saying, "Got it."
Bobby kicked off his jeans and underwear then lay back on the bed.
"How do we do this, Bobby" Marty queried.
"Well man," he said reaching for Marty's soft cock, "You've got to get this guy hard first. Get those clothes off man."
Marty removed his clothes and laid back to look at Bobby's penis, already beginning an erection. Both young men appraised the other one's naked body for a minute.
"Shit," Marty mumbled, looking down at his own soft prick, "There's no way I'll come close to you, that thing is huge," he said pointing at Bobby's now erect cock.
"Come on man, don't be so bashful," he said reaching to grab hold of his friend's limp peter. "Looks like you may need a little help here, right?" he said looking at Marty.
As he began stimulating his friend, Bobby felt the boy's penis begin to grow slightly in his hand. His own had gotten even harder from the excitement of feeling his best friend's prick.
The boys had played this game before, causing Bobby to begin to question his growing interest in other males over girls.
"Good man, that feels good," Marty said rolling onto his back. "Any chance I can get a little more assistance down there, man?"
"Maybe," Bobby replied flirting, and then he leaned over and placed his face closer to Marty's growing cock. His tongue flicked out quickly and licked the head.
"Yeah man, that's what I mean Bobby. You do that so well." The teen reached out to squeeze Bobby's prick as Bobby lowered his mouth onto Marty's now burgeoning rod.
Soon both teenage boys were lying parallel and devouring each other's erections.
"I don't know, Marty," said Bobby leaning up. "I think you've got a pretty big one down here."
