Date: Fri, 26 Jun 2009 06:25:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Andrew Ingleside <foresterdude@yahoo.com>
Subject: 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.