"Dude...."
"Yeah?"
"I'm horny."
"So?"
"No, I mean I'm really horny."
"You're always horny."
"Are you?"
"Uhh... Kinda, I guess."
"Then come on, let's do it."
Our late-night whispers were muffled by the sound of my friend Owen pulling down the covers. I was sleeping over at his house like usual, since he only lived with his Dad and their place was a bachelor pad.
Owen and I had been friends for as long as I can remember, but recently our sleepovers changed. A few weeks ago, while watching a particularly raunchy movie before bed, I noticed my friend moving his hand under the blanket. At first I thought it was nothing, but his bed was small so it was hard not to see him toying with his junk.
He wasn't just toying though, he was stroking, and his hand seemed to travel an extensive length. I gulped and tried to pay attention to the film but my eyes kept peeking at his crotch.
It wasn't surprising Owen popped a boner. We were high school seniors and 18-year-olds get hard at everything. But it was weird that he was blatantly masturbating next to me. Sure, we talked about girls and stuff, but we didn't jerk off together. At least not before that night.
What really made me squirm though, while my friend stroked, was that I had a secret crush on him. I'd figured out I was gay but kept it to myself since we were athletes and the subject was taboo. But now he was rubbing his rod in the same bed as me, and my own cock soon grew!
My heart pounded as the main characters began a steamy sex scene. I traveled down to my hardened stick and palmed it, aware that Owen was doing the same. Our breathing became rapid as the covers thumped in two spots. His hand seemed to move inches higher than mine, but I was afraid to inspect too closely and come off as curious.
"This movie's pretty hot, huh?" he asked.
"Uhh... Yeah..."
"Sorry about...." Owen looked to his dick, which was jutting up under the sheet and had formed a tent.
"It's okay..." I replied shyly, my own smaller tent also visible.
"It's not weird or anything," he persuaded. "We're just horny dudes."
"I-I know. It's not weird, it's normal."
I tried to act cool because I didn't know if he did this with his other friends. We hung out in the same crowd but Owen was extra popular since he played rugby. It also helped that he developed early and already sported body hair and big muscles.
I, on the other hand, was on the swim team, and my lean figure was the subject of playful jokes from my bigger friend. And as it turned out, he was also bigger down there.
We continued fondling ourselves until Owen asked, "uhh, dude? Mind if I pull down the covers? I can't really get a full stroke like this."
"Uhh... N-nah, I don't mind," I replied, even though I definitely did.
He whipped them away quickly, clearly excited to show off, then laid back against the pillows. Even with one hand on his dick, there was another 4 or 5 inches sticking out at the top. His grip was loose but he could still barely wrap around the base, and his hands were large.
I stared in amazement at my friend's horse cock, unaware that dicks even grew that huge. He chuckled at my awestruck expression and slapped the shaft against his other palm.
"Pretty big, huh?"
"Haha... Y-yeah..."
"Let's see yours then," he prodded cheekily.
Embarrassingly, none of my hard dick stuck out above my fist. Experience in the showers had shown me I wasn't well-endowed, but I didn't know just how wide the range of dick sizes stretched--or how far down the small end I sat! I blushed as my 4.5 inches shot up like a rocket from my smooth crotch.
That's another thing.... I shave for the swim team, so I didn't have any pubes. I never thought it was weird, but looking at the dense bush surrounding my friend's tree trunk, and the fur that went up his chest emasculated me.
"Hey, don't worry about it," Owen consoled when he saw my humiliation. "Not every guy needs a big piece."
I replied with a nervous laugh, confused by his cryptic comment while Owen continued to confidently stroke his proud cock. Instead of focusing on the movie, I drank in his man flesh. A thick vein ran all the way up the shaft, pumping blood into the bulbous, uncut head. His tip leaked precum which left a shiny gloss as his foreskin coaxed it down.
I was jealous he was in his natural state, as my own pecker was shorn. I was also jealous of his size. I yanked my cock quickly with tiny jerks (three fingers and a thumb), while my friend used two hands to slowly stroke his 9 inches--double mine.
My curiosity got the best of me and I lay sideways so I could get a better look. Owen didn't mind, and switched off between watching me ogle and admiring his own meat.
"Feels good, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied hotly.
"Same for me," he grunted. "Real good."
His huffing increased, then I watched his penis pulsate before erupting with molten goo. Seeing him burst made me moan and soon I, too, was creaming over my abs. We both laid back after and panted while recuperating.
I snuck a peak over at Owen and saw his entire hairy stomach coated with jizz. He even had some on his neck! I was shocked he could ejaculate with such power, as my own squirts were few in number and quite weak. When he came I saw at least 10 ropes fly out, each with the volume of my entire load. I continued thinking about our biological differences while he leaned over to grab a sock.
"Here, use this," he instructed after wiping himself down.
I gave a disgusted look but he said he didn't want everything crusty. I relented and pinched the gooey garment. It was drenched.
As I wiped myself, the sock seemed to transfer his semen onto me rather than remove mine. I had to rub for a long time before all the cum was absorbed, and afterwards the sock was heavy with it. I threw it to the side and we continued watching, now sated.
A few minutes later Owen asked, "Did you see how much I shot? That was sick."
"Haha, yeah...."
We laid in bed longer, and in only a short while I noticed another tent pop up from my friend's side of the sheet. When he saw me staring he smirked and pulled down the covers.
