Eight Inches and Thick

By Carlos Martinos (Brandon B. Bonner, C or M, Carlos Zoltan Martinos, Randy K. Carlinsetti, Marcar001, Marcar007)

Published on May 22, 2001

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EIGHT INCHES AND THICK

By Carlos Zoltan Martinos

It's a lazy, sunny day in the summer of `78. And when this day is over, life will never be the same again for three youths just approaching manhood.

Tommy slides a big hand down the front of his swim suit and starts adjusting himself. When he sees me glance his way he flashes me a sly grin, "Hey, Mikey, I'm just rearranging things. I'm not playing with myself, buddy. I depend on my friends and neighbors to take care of that for me."

Tommys on a roll now. "Ive got a hard question for you, Mikey. Do you know the difference between a man and a shower?"

"No, Tommy." I respond warily, knowing there will be some kind of smart-ass punch line.

"Well," Tommy smirks, "you better find out before you get under one!"

Tommy hoots, and I grin and shoot him the finger. Tommy is all jock. He played varsity baseball for three years in high school. At 19 years of age he's in his physical prime. His muscular arms and legs complement a body that's buffed and beautiful. Tommy projects a natural, unaffected masculinity that can't be taught. You gotta be born with it. His buzz cut dark hair emphasizes his All American Boy look.

On those rare occasions when he's pissed off, Tommy can come off as a tough, macho jock. But most of the time he's friendly and outgoing. Deep down where it counts, he's a pussy cat.

At six foot two and 190 pounds of athletic muscle, Tommy's an imposing figure. Yet he has the fluid grace of a ballet star. I told him that one day while we were in gym class, and his initial reaction was typically jock. "Aw shit! No way man!" But on the way home from school that day he came up and thanked me for the compliment.

Oh yeah. Another thing about Tommy. He's a joker. I call him the clown prince. And he smirks a lot. But in a cute sort of way. It makes him look like a 14 year old kid whose big brother just caught him jerking off.

Tommy has a light hearted, playful sense of humor that's contagious. He personifies the exuberance of youth. He lights up my life.

Dave saunters out of the kitchen and into the living room, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. "Head's up, Tommy!" he says as he lofts a frosty beer can across the room. Tommy puts a big paw in the air and catches it effortlessly. Dave sails another beer can my way. "Look sharp, Mikey!" I catch it easily, but not with the athletic grace that Tommy exudes.

Dave is the most verbal guy I have ever known. He will talk about anything and everything. Including sex. Especially sex. Dave fucking loves to talk about sex!

He walks across the room and sits down next to me on the sofa. "That shower felt great, Mikey. I'm squeaky clean from my elbows to my asshole." Dave is always making remarks about his ass or his dick. And I wish he wouldn't. It turns me on, and I can't deal with that.

Dave's a physically impressive dude. Nineteen years old, six foot and 175 pounds. With an innocent Tom Sawyer grin that lights up the room. His dark blond hair bleaches out almost white in the summer sun. He works out three times a week, and it shows. He bulges in all the right places - his biceps and his pecs and his crotch. Once when Dave and I were smoking a joint together, he told me he was hung eight inches and thick. I started to tell him that guys don't tell other guys things like that. But I didn't.

I think "free spirit" best describes Dave. He's an eclectic kind of guy. A Renaissance man. He was first string tight end on the high school football team, and president of the Drama Club. Dave has this natural kind of raw sexual magnetism that's always bubbling just below the surface. One time when I was drunk I told him that. He gave me an intense look and said, "Bubbling just below the surface, huh Mikey? Who knows man, one of these days it might just bubble over."

Everyone says that Dave is a hunk. And he is. But it's his eyes that really blow me away. They are a sparkling, almost hypnotic blue. It's like they were illuminated from behind by tiny lights. When those eyes lock onto mine they project this kind of "fuck me" sensuality that makes me crazy. The trouble is, I think Dave is totally oblivious to it all.

Dave is my reason for being. While Tommy lights up my life, Dave lights up my mind - with the most incredible sex fantasies imaginable - even though he doesn't realize he's doing it. Dave is the alpha and the omega of my existence.

And I'm Mikey. I just turned 18, and I'm kind of the `little brother' of our trio, even though none of us are actually related by blood. I skipped the second grade, and that put me into Tommy and Dave's grade. When no one else is around they call me "little bro". It's kind of a protective thing I guess.

My only claim to athletic fame is being a former member of the high school swim team. But I never won any swimming trophies. If only our school had given out a trophy for the most times masturbated in one semester. I would have won that one hands down.

Sometimes Tommy tells me that I'm too sensitive - that I should just laugh off the hard knocks of life. And Dave says I'm too naive and trusting - that I need a good healthy dose of skepticism. But then they both turn right around and tell me not to change - that I'm their little bro and they'll watch out for me.

And everyone tells me I'm smart. But for a smart guy I sure seem to make a lot of stupid moves. And if I'm so smart, why couldn't I figure out a way to make myself at least six foot tall? At five foot ten and 150 pounds I've got what I call a "swimmers build". That means I'm lean, and not as muscular as I wish I was.

A lot of people have told me I'm very good looking. But then most of them add "in a studious kind of way". Shit! I'm still waiting for someone to tell me I look like a stud.

And, oh yeah. As if you didn't know already. I'm turned on by dudes. Chicks are okay I guess, but they just don't get my juices flowing. I guess that makes me gay. But nobody knows it. Not even Dave or Tommy. Especially Dave or Tommy. And I don't have any notches on my six shooter. I'm probably the only virgin to graduate from Central High in the past ten years.

So here we are - Dave and Tommy and Mikey - the three musketeers. We call ourselves "best buddies". And I guess we are at that. We've known each other for about ten years, and we just graduated from high school a couple of weeks ago. We are all so totally different. Maybe that's why we get along.

We're sitting in the living room of my parent's lakeside cottage. My parents are off in Europe for the summer, so the three of us moved in here. We're spending the summer swimming and drinking beer and just dicking around, until we're off to college in the fall.

We have chugged four beers each in the past hour, and we are feeling no pain. Tommy and I are wearing swim suits, and Dave is wearing his towel.

But it's not concealing much. I sneak a glance every now and then, and it's obvious that Dave has a lot to conceal. I'm thinking he wasn't bullshitting me about being hung eight inches and thick.

Dave has to be the most uninhibited dude I've ever known. He couldn't care less that his dick head and his balls are hanging part way out of his towel. I don't know - maybe it's a jock thing.

Dave puts a big hand on my bare shoulder, and I feel sparks shoot all the way down to my groin. He's always been that kind of guy. You know, touchy-feely. He turns sideways on the sofa so he's facing me and says, "Mikey, we need to talk."

"Uh oh," I grin. "A statement like that usually means trouble."

Dave's deep voice is so low now he's almost whispering. "No trouble, man. It's just that . . . well, we've got an 800 pound gorilla in this room with us, Mikey, and we've all been tiptoeing around him for too long now. It's time we stared him down and booted his ass out of here! Hey babe, you're playful and you're kind and you're a loyal friend and you're so intelligent it's scary sometimes. You're the best buddy two guys could ever want. But let's get it out on the table, babe . . . . you're also gay, aren't you Mikey?

Dave pauses for a moment, but I'm too choked up to say a word. This is the moment I've dreaded for as long as I can remember. "Tommy and I have been around the block a few times, Mikey," Dave continues. "And for a couple of straight dudes, our gaydar works pretty well. And lately it's been pinging like mad whenever we're together." I feel tears welling up in my eyes. I can't stand the thought of letting them see me cry, so I cover my face with my hands and turn away. But Dave whispers, "Look at me Mikey. It's cool, man. If you're gay, that's cool. You should just be yourself, Mikey. Hey, we're your best buds. Whether you're gay or straight, you're still our little bro. And we love you, man."

I suddenly have this huge lump in my throat. And I tell myself over and over again, "Don't cry, Mikey. Don't cry." But now the tears come anyway. And Dave opens his big arms to me, and I melt into his embrace.

I finally manage, "Those were the sweetest words I've ever heard, man! I love you guys!"

I know that it's all getting too intense for Tommy - that it's time for him to come up with one of his smart-ass remarks. And he doesn't disappoint. "Okay," he grins, "now that we've gotten past all this emotional stuff, Mikey, let's get to the good part - the sex."

"Whoa!!" I gulp. "What sex!? You're a couple of straight studs. Over the past three years you guys have dicked half the girls at Central High. And I'm a gay kid who just fell off the turnip truck!"

"We're guilty as charged, Mikey," Dave responds. "But for now we just have this feeling of `been there - done that'. And we figure that if you want to fool around a little bit with your two best buddies, we would be cool with that. Hell Mikey, everyone says you're a gorgeous dude. You're a lot prettier than some of the girls we've gone out with." Dave's impish grin lights his eyes. I know he's teasing me. But he's dead serious too.

This must be a dream! Dave is coming on to me! I'm speechless, and more than a little embarrassed. My first impulse is to equivocate - to get into some long esoteric discussion about it. But then this little voice in the back of my head says "This could be the best day of your life, Mikey. Don't fuck it up!"

Then Tommy chimes in with, "You understand what Dave is saying don't you, little bro? Dave and I will be the pitchers, and you will be the catcher. You know what I mean?" Tommy loves baseball metaphors. And yeah . . . I know what he means.

Dave is still sitting beside me on the sofa. He puts his big hand on my thigh, and I'm thinking to myself that this may be more than his usual touchy-feely thing. I look down at his hand and watch it slide slowly up the inside of my thigh toward my crotch. It comes to rest just a couple of inches from my dick head. My cock reacts to the touch of his hand on my thigh. It stretches out along my leg and nudges against his fingers. Dave doesn't move his hand away.

Tommy takes all this in, but he remains silent. That `bad little boy' smirk on his face says it all.

There's a big bulge in my swim trunks now. And I feel like I'm blushing! No shit, man! I feel like I'm fucking blushing! I haven't blushed since I was in the fifth grade! I look over at Dave and he grins and gives me a thumbs up and says, "It's cool, Mikey. Let's go into the bedroom and get more comfortable."

Getting more comfortable' means taking off two swim suits and one towel. In a couple of seconds we are more comfortable'. At least they are. I'm scared shitless.

Dave says, "Sit down with me here on the end of the bed, Mikey, and just relax." He's rubbing his hand slowly up and down my thigh now, and I'm hard as granite. Dave looks down at my hardon and then up into my eyes and says with a grin, "Is that your beer can between your legs, Mikey, or are you just happy to see me?" in his best Mae West imitation. It's an old joke, but it breaks the ice. There are grins all around. I relax a little and let out a big sigh.

I look over at Tommy. He's leaning casually against the wall a few feet away. Both Dave and Tommy seem to be way cool about the whole thing, even though they`re both at full mast now. I relax a little more, take a deep breath and say, "I have a confession to make. I told you guys a couple of months ago that I had fucked Jenny Lawrence. Well, I lied. I've never had sex with anyone. You guys are getting a total trainee."

Dave and Tommy exchange a quick glance. I can tell they are surprised by this. Tommy tries to keep it light by saying, "Hey, Mikey, you're sweet eighteen and never been fucked. But we love you anyway, man." Everyone grins - we're past that hurdle.

Then Dave surprises me by gently brushing his lips across mine. And Tommy picks up on it immediately. "Hey Dave! My mama told me never to kiss my boyfriends on the first date!"

"Oh yeah!" Dave shoots back. "You better do a lot more than kiss em on the first date, Tommy, cause you never GET any second dates!"

They grin at one another with an affection and camaraderie that's so intense it's almost tangible.

Then Dave says soothingly to me, "Okay babe, let's do it. I want you to keep your feet on the floor, Mikey, and just lean back on the bed and relax.

I lean back and close my eyes. Dave has the cat-like grace of a gymnast. In an instant he has straddled me and is sitting on my chest. I open my eyes and his awesome hard dick is about four inches from my mouth. There's a throbbing vein running along one side of his cock, and his gorgeous dick head is a breathtaking purple-red. A line of fine blond hair starts at his navel and expands and thickens into a wiry mat of blond pubic hair as it reaches his groin.

Until this moment I guess I didn't really know for certain. But now I know. Yup, I'm gay.

Dave leans down, kisses the tip of my nose and whispers, "I'm going to teach you how to give me great head, Mikey. I'm going to teach you how to swallow me and beg for more. I want you to learn how to make love to my throbbing dick, buddy. I want you to wake up in the morning thinking about having me down your throat. And I want you to go to bed at night thinking about how great it feels to have your face nestled in my crotch."

"Whoa, that's heavy, man," I think to myself. The testosterone in the room is so thick I think I can cut it with a knife. And Dave's raunchy words are so personal. I don't know if I'm going to be up to this or not.

Then that little voice in my head kicks in again and says, "Don't be so up tight, Mikey. You know how Dave gets turned on by sex talk. For Dave, the verbal part of sex is almost as great as the feeling part. He loves it, man. And you'll get to love it too if you'll just lighten up. That raw sexual magnetism of Dave's is bubbling over the top now, babe. So just lean back, relax and enjoy it."

"Okay, Mikey!" Dave's voice is an octave lower than I have ever heard it. "Now I want you to take a deep breath. Let it out. And think sexy thoughts about Tommy and me. Think about something that will give you a major hardon, babe."

"Now open up for me, Little bro. We're gonna make a test run now. I'm going to talk you through it all the way - slow and gentle. I'm easing my dick into your mouth now, Mikey. And don't close your eyes, babe. My muscular body is all yours, Mikey, and I want you to see it all."

"I'm leaking precum like mad, buddy. And it's all for you!" I lick the precum off the head of Dave's cock. And it's midnight on New Years Eve!

Then, on my own initiative, I start licking the underside of Dave's cockhead. I know from long years of experience with my own dick that that's the area that gives me the most intense pleasure.

"Oh fuck, Mikey! You found it, man! You found the most sexually sensitive spot on my entire body! If you keep this up, buddy, I'm your sex slave forever!"

And I keep it up. I could have gone on for days. And Dave rewards me with a continuous flow of hot precum. His moans and groans are sweet music to my ears.

When I finally stop, Dave stares down at me with a look of wonder in his eyes. It's a look of amazement - as though he's seeing me for the first time in his life. "Fuck, Mikey! That was the most intense sexual experience I've ever had! You're unbelievable, little bro!"

"Okay babe, back to the real world now. I'm slowly sliding all the way into your mouth now. I'm thick, buddy, so you'll have to open your mouth a little wider for me. At-a-boy! I'm taking it slow and gentle - just easing in."

I watch spellbound as Dave's cock glides into my mouth. How could two people ever become more intimate than this!

"Okay, I'm all the way into your mouth now, Mikey. The head of my dick just nudged the beginning of your throat. I'm about six inches in with two more to go. If I push on into your throat, buddy, you'll have to control your gag reflex for me. I understand that some dudes can do that easily. And others can't. I want you to give it a try, Mikey. Will you do that for me, babe?"

I nod. I'm ecstatic. And terrified!

"Okay, Little bro. I'll be gentle. And if you start to gag I'll pull out. Let's do it, pal! Just relax your throat muscles. Take a deep breath and hold it. I`m going in."

I feel Dave's cock head pushing gently against the opening to my throat. I feel myself starting to gag. And then, wonder of wonders, I control it. His dick head slides down my throat. And he has become a part of me. My lips and nose are pressed hard against his pubic hair. His groin has a faint masculine aroma that sets me on fire. My face is buried in his crotch. His balls are pressed hard against my chin. And my eyes are locked onto his.

For the first time in my life I have a mouthful of dick . . . Dave's dick . . . and I love it!

Now Dave eases slowly out of me. He looks down at me for a long moment and says, "You took it like a champ, Mikey! Before we're done today, I'm going to deliver a big load for you, man. And for the first time in your life, Mikey, you will know what my cum tastes like. I've got a feeling you've been wondering about that for a good while now, little bro. I've been told that my cum has a unique taste, buddy. That it's not like anything else. That it tastes like sex. You're gonna love it, Mikey."

Tommy never misses an opening like that. He sounds off from where he has been standing against the wall. "Don't believe him, little bro. Dave told me he had sampled his own cum. And that it tastes just like chicken!"

Dave lifts his middle finger and says to Tommy, "Sit on it, asshole!" They are playing their jock game now. Bullshitting each other and talking tough. And not meaning a word of it. It's like a ritual they go through every now and then.

Dave says to me, "Just ignore Tommy. He can be a major pain in the ass. But he cleans up real good, so I keep him around."

Then the athlete in Dave kicks in again. And he's off my chest and lying beside me on the bed.

Tommy sounds off again. "Hey, Mikey. I've really been getting off watching you guys go at it. And it's amazing how agile Dave is. He tells me he is so nimble and loose jointed that he can suck himself off! Hey, Dave! Will you give us an exhibition if we promise to applaud? And Dave . . . . you know why a guy sucks his own dick don't you, buddy? . . . . Because he can!"

I hear a long, low groan from Dave.

Tommy speaks directly to me now. "I want you to stay right where you are, Mikey, with your feet on the floor and lying back on the bed. Now spread your legs for me so that I can stand between them, You got it man. Now we're going to make a little test run of our own.

"I'm going to grab your ankles now, little bro, and pull them up so that those swimmer's legs of yours are pointing toward the ceiling, and resting on my shoulders. There, that's it. Now we're getting to the good part, Mikey. I get to play with that cute little swimmer's ass of yours! I've got some K-Y on my finger, and I'm going to rub it around your asshole. Now just relax. Think happy thoughts, babe. I'm slipping a finger up your ass now, buddy. Feels good doesn't it, Mikey. Easy now, here comes another finger. And now a third finger. That's it, babe. Just relax for me and let me in."

"And Mikey, I know you've never been fucked before. So I'll be going slow and gentle for you. I've got my dick all slicked up with K-Y, pal. That's the head of it that you feel pressing against your asshole right now, babe. My dick head is thick and kind of blunt, little bro. So this will take a little patience."

"Okay, you're feeling a little more pressure now, Mikey. I want you to open up for me, babe, Just relax and open up. I'm taking it nice and easy, man. Here's a little more pressure now. Just relax, buddy. This is the hardest part. Don't fight it, babe. Just let me do all the work here. A little more pressure now. That's it. It's starting to slide in, Mikey! Don't tighten up on me, pal. Hang on, babe. That's it. I'm in you, Mikey!

"Okay, hang on for a few beats, man. I'll give you a minute to get used to my cock head. And you'll be surprised. In a minute it will start feeling great."

"Whoa!" I think to myself. "How can anything feel great that hurts so much?!" But then Tommy starts massaging my legs, which are still resting on his shoulders. His big hands roam from my ankles to my crotch and back again. And the pain gradually melts away. And now I'm really into it. I know that Tommy wants to have me. And I know that I want to totally yield myself to him.

"Okay, Mikey." Tommy is back on line. "I`m gonna push all the way into you now. "This is the easy part, buddy. I'm pushing into you real slow now. Easy does it. Just go with the flow and let me control it. I'm about half way there now, buddy. Hang in there. Now, just take a little more of me, babe. You can do it.

"Oh yeah! I'm in you all the way now, Mikey! My balls are pressing up hard against your ass, babe. Oh fuck! This is way hot man! I'm shoved all the way in! And I'm going to stay like this for a couple of minutes so you can get used to me. You took it like a man, Mikey. I'm proud of you!"

When Dave hears Tommy's comment, he straddles me again in a heartbeat. I'm amazed once more at his athletic grace. Dave would have made a great gymnast. For a moment I visualize him doing the gymnast's floor exercise, wearing nothing but a jock strap and a smile. Oh man, that's what wet dreams are made of!

Dave leans down toward me so that his face is only eight or ten inches above mine. He's so close to me I can smell the faint aroma of fresh male sweat. I can see the blond stubble on his cheeks and chin. And I can feel his hot breath on my face. His voice is husky with lust.

"Okay, Mikey. It's showtime, buddy. Tommy and I are a couple of real horny jocks right now, man. And we're counting on you to take care of us. We need you and we want you, babe. We're counting on you, Mikey, to open up, and to let us in. And we're counting on you, buddy, to take everything that we have to give you."

"Remember, Mikey, you're the main attraction here. This is your first time, and we want to give you a wild ride that you'll never forget. Tommy and I are going to double fuck you now, babe. I'll be fucking you in the mouth, and at the same time Tommy will be fucking you up the ass. We'll start off slow and gentle, man, and pick up the tempo as we all get into it. And Mikey, I want you to be sure to keep your eyes open the whole time. I want you to see every stroke of my cock as it pumps in and out of you. Are you cool with that, man?

"Oh yeah! I'm really into it now! " I moan. "I want you guys to give me everything you got!" Dave runs his dick head over my lips. He's leaking gobs of precum now, and I lap it up like it's nectar.

At the same time I feel Tommy sliding his dick slowly out of me. He stops with his cock head still inside, and then pushes slowly back in, all the way to the hilt.

"I'm going to slow fuck you to begin with, Mikey." Tommy says. "I know I'm hung thick, so it may seem a little tight at first. But just relax and open up, man. In just a minute my cock and your ass will be moving together in perfect harmony. Here we go, buddy. Aw man, that's fucking hot! When I fuck you with long, slow thrusts like this, Mikey, you can feel every inch of my cock as it eases in and out. You're a great fuck, man. You're taking me all the way and loving it."

With Tommy starting to slow fuck me, Dave leans down and whispers in my ear, "Do you remember a little while ago I told you I wanted you to make love to my hard throbbing dick, Mikey? Well, I still want that, babe, and I want it now. And I know it's something you've been wanting for a long time, buddy. It's just you and me and Tommy now, babe. For a little while now the rest of the world doesn't exist! Let go of all your inhibitions, Mikey, and get ready for a wild ride!"

"I'm pushing in now, babe. Remember, when my cock head reaches the back of your mouth, just take a breath and relax. And I'll slide my dick right on down your throat. I know you can take me all the way, Mikey. You're getting into it now, man, and I`m pumping you nice and easy."

"I'm coordinating my thrusts with Tommy, babe. We've got a rhythm going now. When he's pushing up your ass, I'm pushing down your throat. You love it don't you, little bro! At this moment, Mikey, you and I and Tommy are as intimate as three dudes can ever get."

"Okay, Mikey. Tommy's picking up the tempo, and I'm following his lead. I know he's really giving your ass a good plowing, babe. You're really turning him on. Weve both got a lot for you to handle, buddy. And youre taking it like you want it bad!"

"Tommy has picked it up to full speed now, buddy. We're both fucking you hard. Hang in there, little bro. Your two big bros are working you over real good, and you're taking it all the way. You're incredible, Mikey!"

Tommy growls, "I'm getting close to blowing my wad up your ass, Mikey. A few more strokes and I'll push all the way in and hold it there while I shoot my load. Get ready for a real blast, Mikey, cause I am way hot, man! This is fucking wild, buddy! Oh, shit! Hold on, Mikey, cause here it comes! Oh fuck, Mikey. Take my load, man! Take it all!"

"Whoa! No shit! I really brought up a heavy load for you, little bro! You and me are fuck buddies now, Mikey!"

Tommy is panting like mad. I know he was into it just as much as I was. He catches his breath and says with his trademark smirk, "Now your ass belongs to me, little bro." Then he reaches over and ruffles my hair. I feel warm all over as he slides slowly out of me.

Dave slowed his strokes while Tommy blew his load. Now he starts in again at full bore. His cock seems to swell in my mouth, and I think he's getting close.

"I'm almost there, man." Dave's voice is a deep growl. "From here on in my dick is in total control, Mikey. Keep your eyes open all the way, buddy. A man's orgasm is a thing of beauty, and I want you to see it all."

"Oh yeah, man! I'm passing the point of no return now, Mikey! My cum is bubbling in my balls, and it's on its way up! Suck it out of my cock, buddy! Oh fuck, man! Here it comes! My cum is spurting into your mouth, babe! Eat me, Mikey! Eat me raw, buddy! You are so hot, little bro! You are taking all of me and loving it! You are so fucking hot!"

Dave shoots an incredibly heavy load! And I am somewhere up on cloud nine. Even though I swallow, I still have a mouthful of cum as his spurts subside.

Dave pulls his cock slowly out of me. Then in a flash he leans forward and his open mouth covers mine. I open my mouth and Dave's cum passes back and forth between us. And this is the ultimate moment. It's the Fourth of July. Rockets and roman candles are going off in my head. We experience the ultimate intimacy that can be achieved between two men. We are both overwhelmed.

And then without warning I have a spontaneous orgasm. Long ropes of cum blast from my dick onto Dave's back. I experience a euphoria that's beyond description. My dick throbs with an intensity that I have never known before. Then, as I gradually come back down to earth, Dave gently lowers his body onto mine. And we are one.

It's 11PM that evening now. I went to bed early so I would have a chance to lie awake for a while and savor the day's incredible events. The lights in my bedroom are out, and I'm just drifting off when I feel a presence in the room.

I look up and Dave is standing beside my bed. Neither of us speaks. Dave sits down on the side of my bed. He takes my hand in his and holds it tight. After a few minutes he leans down and kisses me gently on the lips. "Thanks for a beautiful day, Mikey" he whispers. "And you know what? I never dreamed you would turn out to be such a sexy little fucker!" And then he is gone.

I am beside myself with joy. Dave has called me a gorgeous dude so many times that it doesn't register anymore. But tonight he called me a sexy little fucker! Just a few hours ago I was sweet eighteen and never been fucked. And now I'm a sexy little fucker! My cup runeth over. I'm overcome by emotion. There is a big grin on my face as I wipe my tears away and drift off into sleep.

It's the following afternoon now. We spent the morning sun bathing and horsing around down at the lake. We're in the living room sipping a cold one and listening to stereo. Nothing's been said today about yesterday's wild scene. I'm a little up tight about it. But Dave and Tommy seem cool and laid back.

Dave flips off the stereo and says, "Hey, Tommy! I know you were just yanking my chain yesterday. But you know what? My cum really DOES taste just like chicken! And if you don't believe me I'll prove it to you."

Tommy smirks, and without missing a beat comes back with, "Hey Dave, that's great, man! I love chicken! And I'll let you prove it to me if you promise to help me out with a problem I have. See, my asshole is a little chaffed, buddy. And I want you to kiss it for me and make it well."

Tommy hoots, and Dave flips him off.

The boys are back to their raunchy, smart-ass jock talk. And all's right with the world.

But then Dave looks over at me and says, "Hey, Mikey. We have to talk."

I give him a hard look, and try to look serious. But I can't quite manage it. "That's just what you said to me yesterday about this time, Dave. That was some talk we had!"

Dave flashes me his very best Tom Sawyer grin and says, "There's something we have to tell you, little bro . . . about yesterday."

"Yeah, right!" I fire back with a grin of my own. "Now you're going to tell me that you filmed the whole thing!"

Dave laughs . . . a beautiful deep throated laugh. "Damn! Why didn't we think of that, Tommy?"

"Anyway, Mikey - about yesterday. Tommy and I were just kind of mildly curious about what kind of trip man to man sex would be. And then we were both just totally blown away by it! We can't believe how hot it was! You're such a sexy little fucker (Dave gives me another big grin) I'm sure that was a lot of it. But it might be something else, too. We still can't believe it, man, but both Tommy and I are starting to wonder if maybe we're bisexual!

Tommy chimes in, "Yeah, Mikey, would you believe it? Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would become a switch hitter!" Tommy is back to his baseball metaphors again, and he gives me a sly grin just to be sure I notice it.

I'm ecstatic, but a little suspicious too. "But you guys aren't sure whether you're really bi or not. How do you find out?"

Well, Mikey," Tommy responds, "we figure we need to do some additional research." Tommy is trying to look serious, but that cute little smirk of his keeps getting in the way. "Just think about it, little bro! If it turns out that Dave and I really do swing both ways! Think of all the different positions and combinations we can get into between the three of us! It boggles the mind!"

"Oh yeah, man!" I grin. "I would fucking love to give you guys a real good working over! I know I'm an untested rookie pitcher, Tommy. But my enthusiasm will make up for my lack of experience! And I've just got a feeling, Tommy, that you're gonna love my low and inside pitch! Anyway, once you guys get a taste of what I have to offer, you'll be coming back and begging me for more! And before you know it, I`ll have both of you making love to my hard, throbbing dick!"

I pause to catch my breath, and for the first time in my life I'm smirking.

Dave and Tommy glance at each other incredulously. Dave fakes a terrified look and says, "My God, Tommy! We've created a monster! Throw some cold water on Mikey! Quick!"

Then Dave locks his brilliant blue eyes on mine, and a seductive wink appears and vanishes in a flash, "You know, Mikey, Tommy and I have been wrong all these years - calling you little bro'. We should have been calling you big bro'. You'll never know how astonished I was yesterday when I discovered that you too are hung eight inches and thick! It opens up a whole new dimension to our relationship!"

The three best buds - Mikey and Tommy and Dave - the big dicked boys of summer - are reveling in their new-found sexual camaraderie. And the three of them have never felt closer than they do at this moment.

They look at one another for several beats without speaking. Then Dave says with a grin, "Let's go into the bedroom and get more comfortable!"

It's gonna be a long hot summer!

The End

(For Now)

Author's note: The events described in "Eight Inches and Thick" took place in 1978 - before the advent of AIDS. Most of the sex scenes described here can still be enjoyed in 2001 - but be safe and use a condom. Hopefully a cure will be found someday, and the world will return to those magical, carefree days of 1978!

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