brought us drinks and announced she intended leaving for town to meet Drew's dad and will be away for two hours. I thanked her and said goodbye as I'd probably be gone when she returns.
Once she drove off, Drew suggested we look at the internet, asking me if there's anything I'd like to watch. I'd hardly ever seen the internet I told him, except at school, suggesting he choose.
He picked up his laptop and mouse and settled close beside me, laying the computer across our thighs and speedos. "You're sure there's nothing you'd like to watch, nothing you'd like to know about?"
I paused and looked at him, thinking and then nodding. "There is something, Drew, but I'm a bit uneasy talkin' 'bout the subject."
"Just tell me and don't be shy."
I stared at him, starting to tremble and mixing words up.
He placed his arm around my shoulders and squeezed me to him, the touch of his cool skin against mine, feeling so good. "Settle down, my friend, and slowly tell me."
"I just don't want you to think I'm—"
"I won't. Now, just tell me what's bugging you."
"Okay. Drew, I wanna know why my cock looks different to yours," I blurted.
He looked at me, grinning and then laughed. "Is that all you're worried about?"
I felt happy I got it out and felt good he made light stuff of my unease.
"That's simple. I'm circumcised. You're not."
"I know that. I wanna know why ."
"Okay, let's find out." He inserted the word circumcise in the search bar and opened the top search page, which gave, as it said, a clinical description , accompanied with photos and the reasons for the procedure. "As you see, it's an optional matter. My mum, being a doctor and believer, had me sliced, your parents didn't. Happy now?"
I nodded, shy as, seeing my cock appearing like a battering ram stretching to the left of my vee, trying to escape the shelter of the tropical flowers, likewise seeing his, much the same, though mostly covered under the laptop.
He looked at me, tugged my neck and grinned. "You feeling horny, too, ay?"
I didn't know what to say. I'd never been in this situation before– being hard as a dunny door and lying beside another boned up guy who talked about sexy stuff. My blush felt like a bush fire.
He pulled me over to lean on him again. "Don't be shy, Alex, getting hard when seeing cocks like that is normal for most guys our age."
I nodded. "It's just a new thing for me to talk about, though I've often wanted to."
"Well now you have me to talk to as often as you like, and I take your answer to be yes ."
I glanced at his speedo bulge, noticing it tilting the laptop. "Yeah, I'm hard as... as you are, I s'pose."
"You reckon, do you? Like this?" He pushed the laptop down our thighs, exposing his thick hard cock raising the leg hem, wanting to slip out from under his carnival colours.
I stared at his, wide-eyed. "Faaarken 'ell," I quipped.
"Wanna see more?"
I kept staring, quickly gazing at his face and then back again, probably looking like a hungry dog, slobbering while waiting for its food.
"Judging by the look on your face, I guess you do," he said, sliding his speedos down, letting his cock bounce up and slap his belly. He then pulled the long, smooth shaft upright by pushing his balls down.
"Faaarken 'ell," I said again, "looks like a horse's!"
He shook laughing and hugged my neck again. "Thanks partner. Well, if I'm a horse, what're you?" He looked at mine. "Come on, show time."
I looked at him, at his cock, and the outline of my dick, being hesitant, but at the same time excited to show, feeling happy that my first friend would be the first to see my cock hard. I held my breath as I slipped the flowers down my thighs and felt my dick stand upright, all fifteen centimetres or thereabouts, maybe even bigger– closer to two hand-holds just now– as I stared at his large eyes.
"Wow," he exclaimed, huddling me to him, "very nice, my favourite size." I felt in heaven, I mean, didn't he just let me know he's gay, by saying his