The pair went upstairs to raid Dylan's father's closet. It wasn't good going though, Dylan sat on the edge of the bed tugging off the largest pair of pants his father owned which were just too small for him. Mike stood at the closet door rifling through shorts, since all the pants seemed to short. Dylan smiled as he looked at Mike's backside, the lean muscles shifting in his back, the round firm ass with just a dusting of blond fuzz.
"Any luck?" Dylan asked as he stood.
"Doesn't your dad own any sweats? Those should stretch enough." Mike said with a little annoyance.
"Somewhere." He drifted over to the dresser and started poking through there. He found a couple pairs of sweat pants and a few older shirts that looked like they might be a bit baggier and set them aside. Underneath though, he found a box, curiously he opened it to find a punch of cigars, a trimmer, and a lighter. He didn't know his dad even smoked at all, maybe it was a once in a while thing. Luckily, the box had instructions, and he soon had a cigar lit between his lips, puffing away.
Mike sniffed the air, "What's that smell?" He turned and looked over at Dylan, then arched a brow. "We're supposed to be looking for clothes, not smoking." Strangely, the sight of Dylan puffing away was starting to get Mike hard. Mike was doing his best to ignore it, but Dylan smiled.
"I did." Dylan said, patting the pile of clothes he found. "But.." He strode over to Mike and held out the cigar to him. "Why not have a little fun. We're adults now. Well, for now."
Mike hesitantly took the cigar and took a puff. It felt natural to him, he expected to cough and hack like he had seen when some kids tried cigarettes, but his body seemed to know what to do with the smoke. He looked at the cigar in his hands wonderingly, until he felt a mouth pressing against his own, smoke passing between their lips. He went from just a little aroused, to full mast in a flash.
"Dude!" Mike pushed Dylan away, not immediately, no he let that kiss linger a little too long. "I'm not gay."
"I'm not either." Dylan said as he took the cigar back and popped it between his lips. Though he reached down and hefted his completely rigid cock in one hand, nodding towards Mike's. "I think the pills don't give a shit. Not like we haven't jerked each other off before."
"Once!" Mike said. "When we were twelve." But he was transfixed by Dylan's cock, the balls swaying between his legs. Dylan backed up, but only to give Mike a better view as he sat on the end of the bed and started to jerk himself off for Mike's viewing.
Mike was having conflicting feelings. Part of him wanting to run, another wanting to bury his face between Dylan's meaty pecs, feeling that furry belly pressed against his. He inched closer, then climbed onto the bed, straddling Dylan's lap as he went in for another smoky kiss. Their cocks pressed together, trapped between their bodies as they kissed. Mike quivered as Dylan started tweaking one of his nipples.
One arm around Dylan's shoulders, Mike reached between them, stretching his hand as much around their cocks as he could, stroking and rubbing them together, the flesh hot and slick from pre. The feeling of their two hairy bodies rubbing together was new for both of them and something both of them were quickly coming to want more of. Every passing second seemed to drive them into deeper need as Dylan's hand finally joined Mike's on their cocks.
Dylan fell back on the bed, Mike grinding on top of him, then at the same time their cocks unleashed rivers of cum between them, twitching and throbbing against each other as the two teens now men just took a few moments to let the orgasms wash over them. Mike grabbed the cigar from Dylan and took a puff as he rolled off his friend and lay on the bed next to him. "Just between us? That was fucking amazing."
Dylan laughed, deep and gruff, and took the cigar back. He took one puff and put it out in the ash tray that was hidden in the same drawer. "Save more for later." He said with a smile. He tossed a pair of sweats and a tee onto the bed next to Mike. "Clothes, as promised." Though the man just motioned to the cum slowly drying in his stomach and chest hair. "Think we need to shower first."
Dylan looked down at the white gobs in his own pelt and grinned. "I'll go use my shower. You can use that one." Dylan said with a nod towards his parent's bathroom.
"We could shower together." Mike said with a grin, not knowing where the idea came from but knowing he liked it.
"I think if we did we'd end up needing to clean ourselves off again." Dylan was smiling, and surprisingly Mike knew he was right. "Clean up, I still want to hit up the liquor store and see if I can buy anything." He grinned widely and slipped out of the room with his own clothes under his arm.