Joe

All of the below is absolutely true, down to the last detail.

I met Joe during the latter part of the first year of Law School; we were in a study group together and finally noticed that we seemed to be the only ones in our group who didn't take our course of study or ourselves so damned seriously. We really got to be good friends when we both were research assistants to our Constitutional Law professor the summer between 2nd and 3rd year; it was a cush job, and we worked out a system wherein we worked in the library in the morning and spent all afternoon watching baseball and getting high. We also would regularly peruse his collection of porn and talked about sex and what girls in our classes we'd like to pop (there weren't many). Once he talked about one them he actually did score with, and mentioned in the course of the discussion that she liked his cock because it was big and had a downward curve. I had seen Joe's soft cock once when he was getting dressed and was impressed-it looked to be a good 5" when flaccid-but I thought at the time that that was just typical guy bragging, because Joe was not a particularly large person, a little over 6' tall and on the thin side, and I didn't think it likely that his cock would be anything but proportional. I assumed that he was a "shower" instead of a "grower"--it would just basically harden and not lengthen substantially since it was so large at rest. I responded that mine was pretty big too, and he nodded thoughtfully--I'm 6'4" with an 8" cock, pretty big by most standards--but the discussion ended there. It was a fun summer.

As the third year of school progressed, my wife of 2 years started staying out late several nights a week doing God knows what, leaving me with pretty much time alone, so I started visiting Joe some nights, drinking and getting high, looking at porn, basically continuing our summer pattern. One night he suggested that we head over to the adult book store in the next town to restock the library, and I heartily agreed. About halfway there, he mentioned that he might go into one of the booths in the back and try to get a blow job from somebody in an adjacent booth. Knowing that the only people in those booths were men, I sat in stunned silence for a moment, my mind racing, and said to him "You've done that?" "Sure," he replied, "Sex is pretty much sex to me; it all feels good, so why not?"

I again sat in silence for a minute, processing this, my mind continuing to race and trying to decide where to take this conversation, considering that was almost exactly my philosophy of life also. I decided to float a trial balloon, and related how I had fooled around with several of my friends in grammar school and high school, and enjoyed it. Now it was his turn to sit in silence for a minute, before he dropped what must have been a difficult question to ask: "So, would you be interested in doing something like that?" I thought about it for maybe a second before answering "Sure-that'd be cool. Should we go back to your place?" He grunted "OK", and I turned the car around. We rode in silence for a few minutes; my mouth was dry and my pulse was apparent to me, particularly in my groin. I heard Joe lick his lips, and a moment later he said in a low voice "I'm getting real turned on here", and I saw him shift in his seat and adjust something at his crotch. After a moment or so the suspense was killing me so I reached over in the dark car and put my hand between his legs, feeling the heat from his groin and the base of a substantial hardness that continued and continued as I slowly moved my hand down his leg; seemingly about halfway to his knee, I could feel the bulbous head of his cock, and I knew he hadn't been exaggerating its size. This thing was huge, and as I rested my hand on it I could feel it throb and grow even larger under my touch.

We parked the car and walked quickly up to his dorm room, trying to hide the bulges in our pants; he had on baggy jeans, and I could clearly see the outline of his cock down the left leg, which excited me all the more. Once in his room, we sat down and looked at each other, neither of us quite sure where to start. As he started unbuckling his pants but before pulling down his zipper, he looked at me and said "This is hard," I think referring to being somewhat uncomfortable with the situation, but in the same moment he pulled his pants down to his knees and I could see that there was something else hard--bobbing up in front of him was probably the most magnificent penis I had ever seen, even in porn movies. It was at least nine inches long (if you think nine inches isn't a huge cock, look at a ruler sometime) with a head the size of a small plum, and with, as he had said, a pronounced downward curve. His balls were also large and hung low in their sack. He wasn't kidding when he said he had a big cock. It looked even bigger due to his relatively slight stature. As he sat down and began to fondle his erection, I dropped my pants also. My dick, only half hard when we started, had swelled to its full eight inches at the sight of his splendid tool. We both sat there for a moment and slowly masturbated, drinking in the sight of the other. His cock, I noticed, was pumping out a fairly copious stream of precome, which ran down the head and onto his hand. I had to feel this. I got to my knees and crawled over to where he sat and he smiled at my approach, removing his hand from his cock to allow me access, and it swayed gently as he released it. As I gripped his hot shaft and began to jack it slowly, I was amazed by the size of the organ in my hand. As I've said, I'm a large person with fairly large hands, and as the bottom of my hand rested on the base there was a good five inches of cock protruding from my closed fist. "Wow," I had to say, "You've got a really nice dick here-biggest one I've ever seen." "Uuuhmm, thanks," he moaned in reply, "What you're doing feels really good...I've never had any complaints, although some chicks thought it was too big." "Well, I'm certainly not going to say that," I said, "Let's see how it fits..." and I leaned down and sucked the head into my mouth, lowering as far down onto the shaft as I could. When it hit the back of my throat, my lips were about halfway down the length. I could taste the thin salty precome that continued to leak in an amazing amount from his slit, and increased as I began to move my mouth slowly up and down his prodigious length. "Ohhhhhh, man, are you good at this," he groaned, as his hips started to rotate slightly. I wrapped my right hand around the base of his cock as my mouth concentrated on the upper half, and between the full depth of my mouth and my fist I had the entire length covered, my spit lubricating my pumping hand which I moved in rhythm as my head bobbed up and down. "Ooooohhhh, shit, I'm going to come pretty soon and I don't want to yet," he gasped, "Let me do you." If I hadn't seen the amount of precome he was producing before I started sucking him I might have thought he WAS coming, as the amount increased noticeably the closer he got to orgasm.

I cooperatively sat back on the couch as he came over and knelt in front of me, his hugely swollen cock swaying in front of him like a billy club as he came over. I was mesmerized by the sight of it, but then snapped back to reality as he lowered his mouth over my throbbing hardness and began swirling his tongue around the head. "Ahhhhhhhh, you've done this before, haven't you, " I croaked, and he looked up at me and smiled, "Maybe once or twice," and he winked. "Guys seem to love my cock, too, but I've only been with a few-I did a married couple once, and I'm not sure which of them like it more." I could understand why; I was in heaven-he was a superb cocksucker, and an extremely erotic sight. As his head bobbed up and down on my rock hard shaft I could see his long pole bounce in front of him in tandem, so I reached over and filled my hand with it, jerking him off slowly as he sucked me. "Whoa, this is too much for me, too," I said, "Let's do each other."

We lay on our sides on the floor and I fondled the immense cock that was now only a few inches from my face. As I cupped and rolled his big balls in one hand I jacked the fat shaft very slowly with the other and licked around the circumference of the swollen head. He groaned, long and low, and an actual spurt interrupted the steady flow of precome, which then resumed. I had never seen so much precome, and I wondered how he kept the wet spot from showing in his pants whenever he got hard, so I asked. "Huhhhhh?" he responded thickly, lost in a sexual fog, so I asked again. "Well, it's not like this every time I get hard; I been really turned on now ever since we've been in the car. It comes out more and more the hornier I am and the closer I get to coming." He looked down, smiled and leaned back, closing his eyes. "Wow, it's really coming out now, isn't it? I haven't been this turned on for this long in a long time." At that, he resumed his slow blow job, which was starting to drive me nuts. I sucked as much of his cock into my mouth again also and returned the favor.

Within a minute or so, things turned serious. I could feel the shaking in my extremities begin that meant the onset of a major come-blast, and Joe was starting to moan "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmm" around my stiff shaft as he sucked me. Suddenly I felt the continuous stream of precome increase, his cock swelled, impossibly, even larger in my mouth, and the stream turned into a flood as his cock pulsed and jerked out his load into my mouth and then onto the floor. I noted with interest that his come didn't shoot out, but rather poured out continuously as if the length of his dick cancelled out the pulsing and flexing I felt. Then, as his ejaculation was in mid flow, he removed his mouth from my cock with a huge groan, unfortunately just as I started to come, so I blasted a very powerful load onto his chin and onto his chest-I almost felt like I was peeing, the flow was so strong. As our orgasms wound down we lay back, still gently jacking the other's softening cock. "That was intense," he said with conviction, and I had to agree.

Joe and I got together the next night also, and, after mutually determining we had no regrets about the previous night, started all over again. We got it on again several times during the course of third year, and then graduated and went our separate ways. I still think about that big cock now and then, and hope to someday see it again.

Part 2

I had kept in sporadic touch with Joe over the years; infrequent but periodic eMails, and maybe a phone call or two, but years separated the contacts. A couple of months ago, however, Joe contacted me for a referral for a friend of his, and I got to thinking that I was going to be in his area soon for a meeting and that we should try to get together. I passed this on to him and he was interested as well--we hadn't seen each other in over 25 years, but were good enough friends in school that we were both looking forward to it. I had intended to bring my wife to the meeting, but at the last minute we decided that it was better if I go and concentrate on work. This got my mind working a bit--now if I saw Joe it would just be the two of us. What would happen? Would I get my wish? I had no idea what he would be like or whether he would be interested, or how he viewed what we had done so many years ago from his perspective of today. The last time we did anything sexual he told me that although he didn't mind "getting done" he was no longer that into "doing", so I didn't know how to interpret that 25 years later. I didn't even know if he was married, had kids, or much else, or even if I would be interested once I saw him, or how to approach it if I was.

I discussed this with my friend John a couple of days before I left. John and I are former co-workers who discovered a mutual high sex drive, morally casual attitude, and bi-curiosity, and for the last 10 years or so have been getting together as often as possible (which was not too often since we were both married with children) for sex. He was strongly of the opinion that I should go for it---he thought, and I ultimately agreed, that the fact that Joe and I had had sex before gave me a sort of "no lose" situation--even if he wasn't willing, Joe could hardly get mad at me for asking due to our history. John didn't think he'd say no, however--I know John wouldn't and I wouldn't, but I wasn't so sure about Joe.

I got into town on a Wednesday and was to be there until Saturday morning. Joe and I had agreed to get together on Thursday afternoon, when he thought he could leave work early, but on Wednesday afternoon I got a call from him that he was on his way from a meeting and would be glad to stop by if I was available. Of course I quickly agreed, but as we hung up I was both excited and apprehensive--it had been a long time since I had seduced anyone, of either sex, and I wasn't sure how to go about it, but I figured to just roll with it and improvise.

My first thought when I saw him across the hotel lobby was that he looked pretty much the same--a little taller than I remembered and no moustache, but still thin and lanky. He was wearing a suit, which made him look very professional, but when we started talking he was pretty much the same old Joe. We went to the bar and caught each other up on our lives; he was twice divorced with no kids, but wanted to show me some pictures of his second wife when he came back the next day. I was happy about that, which meant that today would be to lay the groundwork, leaving tomorrow time to do "other things" if that was in the cards. As we chatted, I worked in several references to let him know that I was still very sexual, and I got the impression he was also, at least to some extent. I told him about my wife, a very sexy redhead, and told him I'd share some pictures of her tomorrow as well, also alluding to the fact that I had some "special pictures" of her if he was interested. He raised his eyebrows and said "Aha", but that was it. I periodically tried to see any sign of his cock through his baggy suit pants, but could not. I had on nice khakis that were fairly tight at the crotch and my bulge was quite visible, but I never saw him checking it. We parted comfortably with the intention to meet the next afternoon, but I really had no more indication what would happen than I did before we met. Again, excited but apprehensive, although I had hopes that for the second time the pictures of my wife would do the trick and get him excited enough to go farther (the first was with John, who saw videos of my wife and I having sex, which led to he and I having sex---which is exactly what I wanted to happen tomorrow).

I could hardly wait for the morning meeting sessions to end the next day; I had awakened horny and gone out onto the balcony of my room (which faced the ocean) to masturbate. Part of me didn't want to on the theory that if something did happen later I wanted to be as excited as possible, but on the other hand considering how excited I was now, just thinking about the possibility, I doubted that would be a concern. As the sun was cresting the horizon I leaned back in a lounge chair, in full view of the condo next door, and stroked my straining cock at a nice mid-tempo until it spurted out several nice globs of cum onto my lower stomach. I loved being nude outdoors.

I got the call from Joe that he would be there about 3:30, so I was ready--I decided to dress simply and casually, just a polo shirt, flip-flops, and baggy shorts with no underwear to impede access should that be an issue. When I met him in the lobby he was wearing a sportjacket and pants with a tie. I suggested that we just head up to my room so we could look at pictures, hang out on the balcony and raid my minibar. He agreed readily; phase 1, complete. Once we got to the room he took off his jacket and loosened his tie, flopping in a corner chair as I opened the balcony door to the sound of the pounding surf and made drinks. We chatted for a bit, and then he brought out the pictures of his wives. I feigned interest, knowing that either payoff or frustration was now just a few minutes away.

When we were done looking at his pictures, I pulled out my iPod and showed him pictures of my family, including shots of my wife and daughter, both of whom he said were very attractive, and a shot of my family including my son, taken from a distance. My wife was wearing a fairly short skirt in the picture, and he paused at it, offering "I hope you don't mind my saying: nice legs." I replied that I didn't mind at all, as I thought they were exceptional also. I then showed him a shot of my wife on a beach in her swimsuit, with all of her impressive legs on display. He sucked in a low whistle, and looked closely at the picture for a moment--this was my opening; I fired up my laptop, saying "I have a bigger one of that shot on here," and plugged in my picture flashdrive. I opened the beach shot and invited him to come for a closer look, and as I sat at the desk in front of the laptop he stood to my right, less than a foot away. I zoomed in on the picture and panned slowly up her long legs, pausing briefly on the evident bulge at her crotch, at which he laughed a little and said "uh-Huh". At this point I should note that my wife has a very beautiful pussy--light red hair at the top but little on the lips, which are quite prominent, both inner and outer. The outers are thick and hang down about an inch, and her inner labia protrude from between them about half an inch normally and almost a full inch when excited. I know the effect it has on most men, so I decided to continue to the first of the nude shots, one of her from the side reclining in just a t-shirt on my couch, her long, slender but muscular legs out in front of her, the left straight along the couch and the right resting on the top of it, her bright red bush clearly showing. "There you go," he said softly.

The next was a sequence of her midsection while standing and taking off her shirt, starting with the shirt down but with her pussy midframe, clearly excited, the outer lips gaping open and the inner lips bulging far past the opening, and ending with a fully nude shot showing her small but firm breasts, narrow waist, and flared hips. Next was a sequence from behind with her fully bent over, muscular legs spread apart showing her excited pussy with the inner lips gaping open like raw meat. "I like these," he said, "She's got a great ass, and I love those legs." I glanced briefly to my right and thought I saw that the front of his pants no longer appeared to be hanging flat in front--there was no "tent" effect, but rather the whole front appeared bowed outward. This is working, I thought to myself.

The next series had her on a bed masturbating herself, her finger clearly parting her plump lips, and then in the next shot I entered the picture, about half of my hard cock leading the way. "Look familiar?" I asked. "Why, I think it does," he said with a smile. As the pictures continued, I lay back underneath her, she straddled me and the series ended with me buried deep inside of her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand brush against the front of his pants, which were still bowed out but no longer had any slack. The pictures ended with a shot of my full erection stretching across the frame, my wife turned sideways, fully nude, licking her fingers. I found showing these pictures to him quite erotic, and I was so turned on I was shaking slightly, the tip of my hard cock extending out the leg of my shorts as I turned to my right and openly stared at his massive bulge. "So, she had an effect on the big guy, I see?"

He looked down at his obvious erection as if aware of it for the first time, and I saw his eyes pause momentarily on my swollen cockhead poking out of the leghole of my shorts. "Guess so--your wife is pretty hot," he said absently as he turned to go back to his chair. What! I thought--he's not going to continue the conversation?

I turned fully toward his chair, rubbing the latter third of my cock obviously as I said "So would you like some help with that?"

"Ohhh, I don't know," he responded uncertainly, "I don't really do that kind of thing anymore." As he said this, however, he adjusted the obvious growth going far down his left pant leg. I had forgotten how big his cock was, and that made me more determined to get at it.

"Hey, this is pretty much a one-shot deal today--I don't get down here too often, so it's not like we're going to do this all the time. Think of it as one for old times' sake--I'll take care of you, no need to reciprocate. That's kind of where we left it last time, as I recall, right?" I didn't wait for his answer, but walked over to his chair and crouched down---I was afraid that if his erection waned, his interest would too and I'd be SOL after coming so close. I reached out and encircled the long tube of flesh that extended about halfway to his knee; it wasn't rock hard, but plenty firm, and as I stroked it lightly up and down his head lay back in the chair and his eyes closed as his cock began to stiffen completely and nudge farther down his leg. The head was now apparent through his pants, almost freakishly far down his thigh (he didn't seem to be wearing underwear), and I began to salivate at the thought that I was once again about to see the most impressive cock I'd ever seen, and that I wasn't sure I'd ever see again. I reached out for his zipper and as I started to pull it down, he said "I'd be lying to you if I said I hadn't thought about this, but I really didn't intend to ever do it again." I let go of his zipper and resumed stroking his now full hardness through his pants; his hips had started a slow rolling motion.

"Hey, I don't want to force you into something you don't want to do---if you want me to stop I will," I replied but continued to fondle his cock, fully aware that mine was hard as iron and almost completely exposed out the leg of my shorts.

He said nothing for a moment as he lay back in the chair, eyes closed, hips pumping as I stroked his length. Finally he said "Well I guess it's not like we haven't done this before, right? And I can't really say I'm not into it." With that he stood up in front of me and started unbuttoning his shirt which he then pulled off along with his undershirt. As he stood there, his enormous cock lifting his pant leg off his thigh two thirds of the way to his knee, he looked down and noticed my erection, the exposed portion of which I was fondling with my right hand as I watched him strip. "Looks like you're pretty into it, too."

"Hard to deny---gotta tell you this was really all I could think about from the time I knew I was coming down here without my wife." With that he lowered his zipper and let his pants fall to the floor. And there it was---at least 9 inches of penis, the downward curve at the end, a couple of pearls of precome at the tip. "Ohh, jesus," I gasped, "I really forgot how big this thing is," and I reached out, encircling it in my hand and jacking it slowly. I think it looked even bigger now than I remembered it partly because it was devoid of any pubic hair at all, even on his balls. I sat back a bit and simply looked at it. "Nice trim job--makes it look even bigger, not that you needed the help."

"Thanks," he said, wrapping his hand around it and slowly stroking it, "I like the look, and it's like I can feel more of the pussy I'm in." Suddenly I remembered what John had asked me--get a picture if you can---so I asked, "Hey, can I take a picture? I'm tired of having to just remember."

He paused his jacking for a moment, and as his hand let go of his cock it swayed a little. "Man, I don't know---this is already farther than I wanted to go, and in my job I can't end up on the internet or something." "No, no," I reassured him, "I'll just take one, and only of your cock---won't be able to tell who it is." "Well, I guess that's ok," he said as his hand resumed its place around his long shaft. I thought having his hand in the shot was good as it gave some perspective, so I quickly got my camera out and snapped a closeup; his hand encircled the center of his cock with several inches uncovered on both sides, with the dark pink head to the left and his naked balls to the right, it looked for all the world like he was holding the handle of a tennis racket. This was one for the archives---John would be impressed.

I moved over in front of him again and replaced his hand with mine, jacking him slowly while my lips moved slowly over the head and down the shaft. When his cockhead hit the back of my throat, my full hand was still around the base of his shaft. I looked up to see his head thrown back and felt his knees buckle a little as I started to stroke my mouth up and back on his pole, my trailing hand moving in unison and picking up some of the saliva from where my mouth was so that his whole cock was being stroked simultaneously. I could taste the salty flow of precome that I recalled so well from when we had had sex before, and heard him lick his lips audibly before he said "I gotta sit back down here before I fall over," and he sat back in the corner chair, his solid erection pointing straight up in the air. The chair was right next to the balcony window and in full view of the condo next door, which I'm not sure he was aware of, but which I found kind of a turn-on---I actually hoped somebody was watching. Now that my mouth was off of it for a moment I saw the steady stream of precome continuously bubble out of the visibly open hole in his cock and flow down the length of his shaft. It was as fascinating to me as it had been 25 years ago, and I was unable to restrain my impulse to lick it all up from the base to the head, where I concentrated on sucking some of it out of the hole before resuming sliding my mouth down as much of the shaft as I could fit. Joe was starting to breathe more heavily by this time and his hips were slightly thrusting back and forth. My own cock felt like it was about to explode, so with my left hand I worked my shorts down to my knees and began to slowly stroke it at the same pace I was sucking him.

After a couple of minutes I felt his cock get even harder in my mouth, and the salty flow of precome increased a bit--I knew he was getting close, and he started gasping and moaning. This was too much for me, and I switched hands between my cock and his so that I could seriously jack myself off. I felt my fingers and toes start to tingle, indicating the start of my inevitability, and at that moment he gasped heavily, reared back and said "Ooooooooohhhhh!" and I felt his cock pulse strongly as the steady flow of liquid suddenly tripled in volume, paused, and then pulsed again, flooding my mouth with a salty sweetness, then again, again, and again before it slowed to about the same flow as the precome before. I really tried to hold off my own orgasm until he was done so I could fully enjoy it, but right about the time of his second spurt of semen into my mouth I couldn't hold it and I sprayed the front of the chair with a heavy blast of come, followed by several smaller squirts onto the floor in time with his orgasmic contractions. I don't always swallow come, but I did in this case for some reason, and vowed that the next time with John I would do the same--there was something more complete about it when swallowed.

Joe and I both leaned back in exhaustion, his long cock still laying almost full length across his stomach to nearly his navel, mine still almost fully hard for some reason and continuing to leak come. He looked at it with some interest and said "I'm almost sorry you finished--I kind of forgot what doing a cock was like and it looks kind of appealing."

"Well, it's not like I could have held off any longer anyway---I almost came without touching myself as it was."

"That was the hardest I've come in a while," he admitted, "I forgot the advantages to having a guy do it--you know the secrets. How about another drink?"

"Sure," I replied, and got up to make another, moving to pull my shorts back on until he said "You don't need those--as a matter of fact take your t-shirt off too; let's hang out naked for a while." His long, hairless cock had now softened most of the way but was still about 5 inches long, and I found it impossible to look away--I might never see Joe again, at least under these circumstances, and I was happy to hang out naked with him as long as he wanted.