Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2015 14:42:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Andrew Ingleside <foresterdude@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joe Part 3

Part 3


I really doubted I would see Joe again after that visit.  He had gotten
remarried the year after that and I assumed that due to not only the
distance but also the unlikelihood that either of us would be in the
other's area without our respective wives, the chances of another encounter
were slim and none.  I also knew that, based on the persuasion that was
necessary to initiate the last session, Joe was much more reluctant to
participate in such activity than I was, and I assumed that as we got older
our interest in sex in general wasn't likely to increase.  I was just happy
I had the chance to get it on with him one more time.

After he had eMailed me about his marriage a year after our encounter in
Miami, I didn't hear from Joe again for another 4 years until this past
July when I found the following waiting in my office inbox:

"Hope you're doing well, amigo.  I will be coming up to your area all too
soon; my oldest sister is in cancer hospice and will be leaving us soon.
While I'm up there, I was wondering if we could get together, especially
with your good friend that you were telling me about when you were here in
Miami.  Let me know if it's a possibility; I'm sure I'll need some cheering
up while I'm there.  Joe"

I must have re-read the eMail about 5 times, my mind racing with the
possibilities of what it might mean.  It was hard to avoid the inclusion of
the reference to "my good friend"; I had told Joe about my periodic but
ongoing sexual encounters with my friend John during our chat as we sat
naked in my hotel room after our last encounter.  He had seemed reasonably
interested at the time, but mostly in that I had continued my bisexuality
later in life while he had not. His reference to that conversation, I
hoped, had to mean that it stuck with him much more strongly than I had
thought at the time.  I wasted no time in responding:

"Joe-man!  Sorry to hear about your sister—that would be tough.
Interesting that you mention my friend that I was telling you about; just
got together with him a month or so ago.  Very intrigued that you thought
of that, and curious about the implications.  Would love to see you when
you're up; will do my best to make it work.  If you can speak freely at
work, give me a call."  My hands were shaking a little as I pushed the
"send" button.

Less than 15 minutes later, the phone rang; the caller ID showed Joe's
office.  After I answered and kicked my door shut for privacy, we exchanged
greetings and a little small talk, and I got right to it.  "So, I was very
intrigued by your eMail—does your reference to my friend mean what I
think it does?"  "Oh, I'm pretty sure it does," he replied.  I could feel
my penis starting to lengthen.  "Well I didn't want to get too excited
until we talked, but now that we have I gotta to tell you I'm pretty
pumped.  I didn't think we'd ever get the chance again, and even after last
time I wasn't sure you'd be into it even if we did have the chance."
"Well, I go back and forth on that—I change with the phases of the moon,
like a werewolf," he replied with a laugh.  I had to laugh as well, "I'm
just happy our phases coincide, although as I guess you know I'm never out
of that phase."  "I picked up on that from your eMail; so you and your
friend got together recently?"  "We did; we try to every chance we get, but
it's not easy.  His wife never travels without him and mine rarely does, so
it's usually either a quick visit when my wife is out with a friend or some
fooling around in his car in one of the parking decks down here.  It's a
little risky, but I guess we both think it's worth it.  That's what we did
last month, and I gotta tell you it was pretty hot."  "Well, I'm looking
forward to it—not sure when exactly I'm going to be there with my sister
and all, but I doubt my phase will change by then; I've been thinking about
it pretty much lately."  "I've fantasized about having another chance to do
stuff with you pretty often the last 5 years, and I can't wait to get at
what you've got."  "I can tell you that it's in working order," he laughed.
"Mine's in working order too—in fact it's worked its way down my pant
leg as we've been talking; I'm hard as a rock here," I added.  "I'm pretty
much in the same condition, amigo.  I'll try to give you as much notice as
I can before I get there, and we'll just improvise after that, ok?"
"Sounds great to me.  See you soon."

I immediately grabbed the hand lotion and headed up to the always-vacant
men's room on the 5th floor of my building, where I jerked my aching cock
to a spurting climax less than 5 minutes after hanging up.  I couldn't wait
to see Joe again.

A week went by with no word from Joe, which was certainly understandable
under the circumstances but nonetheless frustrating for me; I must have
jerked off once a day thinking about what I hoped was to come (no pun
intended).  I couldn't shake the feeling, though, that it all might not
happen—either he'd get here and the logistics just wouldn't work--maybe
there'd be no time--or maybe he'd just decide that the whole thing sounded
better as a concept than in reality, and/or his "phase" would change.

I wasn't really sure why I was so excited anyway; I had a solid sex life
with my wife of 17 years, who was still a very sexy woman to whom I
remained as attracted as ever, and I was able to arrange periodic meetings
with John to satisfy my "alternative" urges.  I think the main part was
that even though I'm an extremely sexual person I've become very cautious
about sex—I've finally got a good marriage after 3 failed attempts, two
due to affairs that I initiated, so I can't be in a situation where my wife
could ever find out—and because of that my safe opportunities for sex
with different partners are minimal to nonexistent.  As attracted as I am
to women I've found, as long as your bisexual streak is wide enough, that
it's actually easier to do stuff with a guy because just being with a guy
isn't a "violation" or cause for suspicion per se.  My friend John and I
have been fooling around for almost 20 years now(!), but he's the only
person other than Joe, the previous time, and my wife that I had been with
in that period, and the only guy I'd had sex with at all other than Joe
since my teens.  I'm certainly open to sex with other guys, but I have no
idea how to meet one and I'm not really interested in the risks inherent
with a stranger anyway.  Accordingly, I think I was really excited for the
chance to have sex with somebody different, but mostly and above all to get
it on with Joe again. For me, the hottest fantasies have always been based
on reality, and the encounters I'd had with Joe over the years stuck with
me like nothing else, both because they were so few and far between but
also because, let's face it, I loved his big pre-cum dripping cock.

Finally, about two weeks after his initial contact, I got an update via
eMail one Saturday: "Hey—looks like I will be coming up on Monday.  Does
Monday night work for you?"  I eMailed back that Monday was fine, and about
11 Monday morning got a call.  We arranged to meet at his hotel about 7
where, he said, we could "catch up".  On the drive of about 20 miles to
Joe's hotel, I ran through all of the possible scenarios of how the night
might go.  I was so excited my body was buzzing and I felt somewhat
lightheaded.  This would indeed be different than our prior encounter in
that I had no planned "seduction" routine—this was basically his idea,
his invitation, so I had to assume that wouldn't be necessary although it
actually would have felt a little more familiar if it were.  I did bring my
iPad and had loaded some pictures of John and I, both in case Joe was
interested and if some visual kickstart was necessary. I was also prepared
to be disappointed.

Nonetheless, as I drove into the hotel parking lot I felt my cock begin to
stir as mental pictures of our prior encounter flashed through my mind, and
as I walked down the hall to Joe's room I was aware of it making a
noticeable tent in my shorts—if he had changed his mind he was certainly
going to see that I had no reservations.

He answered the door with a smile, wearing only a hotel robe—I had a
pretty good impression at that point that things were going to go ok.
"Hola, amigo—hope you don't mind, I just got out of the shower.  Want a
drink?" he asked, indicating the minibar.  I could see his eyes flick down
to my bulge, and he smiled wryly.

"I believe I will," I replied, and proceeded to put a Jack on ice, sitting
in one of the semi-facing chairs by the window as he made a drink and took
the other.  We chatted for a few minutes, my erection abating somewhat but
still visible. He turned back and leaned sideways to get some more ice,
causing his robe to fall open a little, and there it was-- laying flat out
on the chair cushion, a good 5 inches of soft cock, his large balls visible
at the base.  As he turned back, he of course saw where I was looking, and
noticed that my cock had started to nudge further down my leg. Although he
made no effort to close his robe he didn't acknowledge his exposure or my
interest in it, which intrigued me.

"So, tell me more about your friend and what you guys do," he asked,
leaning back a little and taking a sip of his drink.

"Well, I used to work with him," I replied, "And periodically we'd hang
out.  I knew he went to nude beaches a lot and was pretty sexual, so the
talk would often move around to sex, and one day when I had him over to get
high I showed him a video of my wife and I having sex—this was before we
were married. We both got hard watching the tape and took our cocks out,
and then one thing led to another.  Not sure exactly how it went from
jerking off to the video to sucking each other off, but that's what
happened. Since then we do it every chance we get."

"Kind of how we ended up doing stuff back in Miami," he observed.

"Pretty much, I guess; I just did with you what made it happen before.  I
have some pictures here of the last time he and I got together..." I noted,
and reached for my iPad.  He scooted his chair over closer and sat more on
the edge, his big cock now draped over the front of it.  I pulled up a
picture first of John's very hard cock, and then one of both of ours
together, then his from a different angle, and then a couple of him in
closeup sucking my cock into his mouth.  Joe said nothing but looked on
with interest. I was watching his cock out of the corner of my eye and,
sure enough, as I went through the pictures it started to lengthen down the
front of the chair until it reached a good seven inches or so, then started
a slow rise to the horizontal as I reached the closeup of John sucking me.
I wanted more than anything to reach out and encircle his long tube, but
decided to wait a few more pictures. As I paused on one of me sucking John
just as come was starting to emerge from the tip of his cock, I saw the
first pearl of precome appear at the tip of Joe's massive erection.

Enough with the patience.  "Ohhh, fuck it," I sighed and dropped to my
knees in front of him, taking as much of his length into my mouth as I
could with a single motion. He leaned back in the chair and spread his robe
all the way as I reached under his cock and began to stroke and fondle his
balls. He gave a low moan as my mouth glided along his shaft, stopping at
the tip on the out-strokes to flick it quickly.  I could only get about six
inches into my mouth at any time, leaving several inches unattended to, but
I made sure to run my fingers along that part as I continued to move his
large balls around in my hand.  He also started to pump his hips slowly and
matched the motion to that of my mouth sliding down his sex so we were in a
pleasant, sensual rhythm.  I assumed that he would likely continue on to
orgasm this way, both because of his previous reluctance to reciprocate and
the fact that I could sense his level of excitement building to what would
soon be an inevitability; he was hard as the adjacent desktop by this
point, and I could taste the continuous flow of precome as it increased in
volume.  After a minute or so at this level his breath was coming in short
gasps, and I could feel his cockhead throb on my tongue as I bathed it with
saliva.  My cock was also achingly hard, twitching and leaking in my
shorts, and I actually felt like I might come in my pants at any moment,
but I was so into what I was doing that I didn't care.

I was very surprised then when Joe put his hand on my head and stopped its
motion, croaking "Stop for a minute." I slowly withdrew my mouth back along
the substantial length of his shaft, giving his glans a quick butterfly
lick as it emerged, and looked up at him questioningly.  "Hoa, that was
fuckin' good," he exhaled, leaning back further in the chair and causing
his erection to lift past horizontal.  As he lay his head back and rubbed
his eyes, clearing his head a little, I openly stared at his cock, which
was still throbbing slightly with each heartbeat and continued to pump out
a solid stream of viscous precome, which rolled slowly down the shaft to
his balls.  He dropped his head back down and looked right at me with a
smile, saying "I remember you said one time that no woman can suck cock
like a guy who enjoys it, and I got to tell you I totally get it—and I
can see how much you enjoy it," he added, pointing at my ridiculously
tented crotch.  "Why don't you get those off and lean back?"

I unzipped and pulled my shorts off in record time, my erection springing
up strongly as my boxers went down.  He went to his knees in front of me
and encircled my shaft with his hand, jacking it slowly as he examined my
penis close up.  "I think I said when we were in Miami that I kind of
forgot how appealing a hard cock can be," he said, and then added "It's
been a long time," before plunging his mouth down over my straining organ.
The years away hadn't hurt his technique any—I guess it's like riding a
bike, and the reason guys are better is basically familiarity with the
equipment--you just do what you like done to you. He worked his way at
medium speed down my shaft, following his mouth with his hand and spending
extra time flicking the underside of the head.  He paused a moment to shuck
off his robe completely, then ran his hand up and down my twitching pole
and said "I'm kind of sorry I gave this up for so long—it's real clear
to me right now what I liked about it."

"Totally agree," I responded, "Which is why I've kept it up as much as I
can—I just like that I can give somebody else so much pleasure, you
know?  Women could always be faking, but if a guy's cock is hard you know
without doubt he's excited, and being able to make somebody come, of either
sex, just gets me off bigtime."

"Maybe we should get up on this bed then, and try some mutual stuff," he
replied as he and moved over to the bed, his big cock still fully hard and
swinging from side to side slowly.

I sat down on the bed first and reached out for his cock, using it as a
convenient handle to bring him closer, and pulled it into my mouth as he
stood.  I gave it a couple of full length licks, then reached under it and
held his balls in my hand while his cock lay full length on my forearm. As
always with him, I was amazed to see that his meaty organ extended along my
arm about two thirds of the way to my elbow, and I have long arms.  I had
always been happy with the size of my cock, and it's hard to imagine what
it would be like to have something bigger, but it was certainly intriguing
and since for now the monster was in my control I intended to take
advantage of it. I lifted the head up to my mouth and inhaled it, still
holding his balls in the other hand, and slid lightly up and down the shaft
for a minute or so until his hips started to pump slightly again, at which
point he pushed me back on the bed, turned around, and started licking the
head of my swollen sex.  This, of course, put his long pole right at my
face, but actually due to its length it was hard to get it in my mouth; I
had to tip my head to the side, insert it, and turn back up.  We started a
nice simultaneous sucking then that felt fabulous until I became aware that
his cock, again due to its size, was going too deep and slightly choking me
when his hips joined the action and started to thrust downward.  I tapped
him on the thigh and slid out from under him, suggesting that we lay side
to side so I could control the pace a little better.  As he nodded his head
I could see that he was very, very excited--his eyes were slightly glazed
and his breathing was rapid, and his cock, still pointed down toward the
bed, was flexing and twitching, a long string of precome extending from its
head to the bedspread below.

We both laid on our sides and pulled the other's cock deep into our mouths,
resuming the deep, rhythmic motion sliding back and forth as our hips
involuntarily complemented it with a rolling of their own.  His mouth was
so loose and light on my cock that when I felt my inevitability begin
actual orgasm was still far off in the distance, and I knew from experience
that such a slow, long buildup meant that when I did come it was going to
be very intense and lasting.  Joe was well on his way also; his cock was
hard as a bat and felt about the same size, and just as I heard his breath
change to a more rapid gasping I felt little white lights start to explode
in the corners of my brain. I could taste his cock begin to pour out
precome in earnest, and right when I felt its first strong pulse I became
aware of a larger explosion at the base of my skull, and as if a dam had
burst I felt the rush of sperm begin at my balls.  At that same moment his
cock pulsed strongly a second time, this time accompanied by a flood of
semen just as mine began ejecting into his mouth.  We were both moaning,
grunting and slurping as we continued to come while attempting to swallow
the other's down.

When our orgasms finally slowed down I let Joe's penis slide out of my
mouth, but gently licked the hole as fluid continued to leak out for almost
a full minute.  His erection, which had started to go down, responded to my
oral ministrations, and though no longer rocklike or full length, remained
impressively long and thick. I concentrated hard, wanting to fully
appreciate what I was looking at, because this time I really doubted we
would be able to do this again.  At that moment he looked and me and
cracked up, saying "Man, I hate to say it might be a good thing we live so
far apart, but if we didn't I'm afraid we'd be doing this ALL the fucking
time."  I laughed in agreement.

Even though this time the moon had been in the correct phase for him, it
appeared as if he might have finally decided that were some benefits to
being a werewolf.