Date: Wed, 18 Oct 2000 19:13:07 PDT
From: nonso_perche@hotmail.com
Subject: Mutual Measuring

I originally wrote this story for an e-group that I started on the topic of
measuring of manhood.  It's a true story about my own experience.  I hope
that you like it.  Any comments are welcome to nonso_perche@hotmail.com


A number of years ago I was living as an exchange student in a
Mediterranean country. The family I was hosted by lived in a small
flat. The parents slept in a pull-out sofa in the living room, the
sisters shared a room, and the brother, who was about one year
younger than me (I was 24) shared a small room.

The brother, let's call him Marco, and I became friends right
away, but I at first didn't tell him that I was gay. He was mildly
athletic, with a nice, medium build, olive complexion, and beautiful
eyes and a killer smile. I have to admit that I'm a real sucker
for Mediterranean men!

At first I just kind of lusted after Marco, but I soon developed
feelings for him, as well. Sharing a room was torture as I saw him
every night strip to his bikini shorts before turning off the light.
Often he would wake up with a bulging hardon and a time or two it
even peaked out from the top of his undies, making my mouth water.

Eventually I did come out to Marco and he was incredibly and
surprisingly undisturbed by the fact that he had been sharing a room
with a gay guy. In fact, he seemed interested and had a lot of
questions for me regarding what kind of men I liked, what my sexual
fantasies were like, etc.

One night Marco was reading something to me from a book about
sexuality he had found somewhere. There was an essay about penis
size. I asked him if he had ever measured himself. He said no, that
he hadn't, which surprised me. I thought that just about every
guy our age had. He said that he never really thought about it.

The discussion went on, I got hornier and hornier and then we went to
bed - each in our own.  Boy was I frustrated.  That night I waited until I
thought that Marco was asleep and jerked off under the covers thinking about
our conversation.

As the months went by, Marco would occasionally flirt with me or drop
some little sexual innuendo about how he'd enjoy being molested
by me, but at the same time he kept some distance, never quite inviting
me into a sexual encounter.

Then the eve of my departure back to the USA came. I was terribly sad that I
would be leaving the beautiful country, the great family and friends, and
most of all Marco.

That night he and I talked for a long time after his sisters and parents had
gone to bed. Late into the night he conversation again turned to sexual
matters. Marco confessed to me that our conversations always made him get
hard. The surprise of this comment brought a lump to my throat and made my
already hard dick throb (of course, they always got me going, too!).

After a brief silence I said, "Really, are you hard now?" He said, "Yes!" I
didn't even ask for proof and Marco pulled back the covers and showed me his
body including his fabric-clad bulge that was shifted up and to his left.
Then he asked if I were hard also. I also pulled back the covers. I, too,
was wearing a pair of bikinis, but they didn't quite contain my excitement.

Suddenly Marco jumped out of bed and exited into the dark hallway. I
heard him fumbling in a closet near our bedroom door. When he
reentered the room he was walking with his pelvis thrust out and a
tape measurer from his mother's sewing kit in his hand. He
walked up the narrow aisle between our beds and, with mock coyness, turned
away as he pulled down the front of his underwear and started to measure
himself.

I said, "aw, that's not fair! I want to witness.  Otherwise how do I know
you'll tell the truth?" Marco turned around and stood there with his
beautiful cock pointing right at me. He handed me the tape measurer and
said, "Here, you measure for me.". With hands trembling from excitement, I
took the tape measurer and stretched it over the top side of his dick from
the dark, thick pubic bush to the tip of the head. I read the measurement of
17 cm to him (that's about 6.75"). I also
made a comment about his foreskin as I ran my fingers over it. Then he
asked me to measure his girth. I stroked his dick a few times,
explaining that I wanted to be sure that it was at its largest, then
wrapped the measurer around his hot cock at it's widest point and
read that it was about 14 cm around.

Then Marco told me, "Now it's your turn." He took the tape measurer
and told me to drop my underwear. Being the agreeable person that I
am, I immediately obeyed. He took the measurer to my cock, which I
thought might shoot as soon as he came near it. At first he joked
around taking the measurement from the point at the base of my ball
sac to the end of my circumcised member to add to the length (I think
that he was just trying to draw the game out). While joking he placed the
measurer along the length under my dick , under my balls to the base of the
nut sac.  Then he took the proper measurement and read out 15.25 cm (just
over 6").

"But" he said, "I bet you're bigger than me around!" So he took
the measure and stroked me dick a few times, repeating my explanation that
he was making sure it was its biggest, and then measured my girth, reading
out, "16 cm."

That out of the way, we kept talking about size and whether or not it
was important. The whole time though, we were both playing with
ourselves. Marco sat down on my bed next to me. He suggested,
"why don't we finish these off before we go to sleep?".

We both sat back and continued jerking off, occasionally reaching over and
helping the other out, playing with each others' hairy balls, rubbing the
other's chest, or stroking the other's cock a few times, using our spit as
lubricant. The feeling of his cock in my hand was electric, and the feeling
of his hand on my cock the same. Before long I shot a huge load all over my
stomach and his hand and arm.

I moved to a position where he could lay his head on my lap. From
there I used one hand to run through is thick, dark hair while the
other ran up and down his body a few times before settling on his
cock and working him to an orgasm.

When we had both rested a bit, Marco and I kissed passionately for a
little while before we cleaned up and he returned to his bed.

Extremely early the next morning Marco and his father drove me to the
bus station where I would catch the bus to the airport. As I boarded
the empty bus with my luggage, I looked back at Marco and his father
on the side of the road. Marco's father turned away and Marco made a
jerking off gesture to me as his final wave goodbye. I laughed,
waved and thought about that last night for the whole trip back
home. And I still think about it!

I hope you liked this story. As I said, it is absolutely true. Your
sincere comments are welcome.