Date: Wed, 6 May 2009 05:50:38 -0700 (PDT) From: Richard Lickerish Subject: Bi Cousin's Summer Chapter 8: Size Concerns Warning! If you are not of legal age to read stories that contain erotic subject matter or you are offended by the erotic subject matter contained herein do not read any further. All rights to this story are retained by the author. This story is protected under applicable copyright laws and may not be reproduced without the express written permission of the author. Comments and critics on the story are welcome and may be directed to author at: richardlickerish "at" yahoo "dot" com Subject line: Bi Cousins 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. I enjoy hearing from my readers about the story. Let me know if you like or don't like the story. 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