This story was one of those fantasies that was unbelievable once it played out. However, it changed a friendship forever.
Over the years, I have had an active mind as it relates to sexual things. Though I have always seen myself with chicks...as a lifestyle choice...and have certainly enjoyed that, I have also been very curious about sexual encounters with other guys. I have had a few close calls, but the one I am writing about here topped them all.
I have this friend I worked with for a long time, and we've known each other for 10 years or more. We started working together right out of school, and we've had this rivalry-type relationship ever since. His name is Vick. Though we haven't worked together in several years, we still compete with each other. Who's making what? Who is doing this? Who is doing that?
Anyway, we have always talked trash with each other like good friends do. Of course, 'Who's bigger?' has come up a lot. We are both pretty testosterone-charged with everything we do, so whenever we get on that, it's over the top.
Well, anyway, about a year and a half ago, we were out at this group dinner with a bunch of other guys. We were in this restaurant that was really loud, and he and I were sitting next to each other. We were talking trash, as always, but nobody else could hear.
Anyway, he looks at me and says, 'I was at this red light the other day, and I had my windows rolled down, and this guy and this girl were standing at the corner. The girl says, 'hey, how big is your dick?' So I said, 'you can't see it? it's huge.' They laughed, and I drove off.'
So, I looked at him and said, 'So...how big is it?' He looked at me with this funny look on his face like he was about to answer seriously...after all these years of trash talking and ribbing each other. It was funny, because he also was the one to instigate things that night...which he never did.
We are both married, and we didn't ever really hang out much outside work and things like that, so it's not like we had seen each other in the showers at the gym or anything. So we didn't really know who was bigger.
Anyway, for the next hour or so, we were talking...seriously...for once about cock size and about things we had done sexually and about curiosities we had and all that. It was crazy that after ten years, this conversation was going from trash talk to being a serious chat about what we were into and what we might do if the limits were stretched.
It then went into this area of what-ifs around, well, what if we were ever able to explore things together, etc. It was totally crazy.
One thing led to another, and then we are leaving this group dinner. I had told him we needed to go hang out in one of our cars for awhile and finish the conversation...and really get to the bottom of the ten years of trash talk. But he kept saying, 'tonight's not the night for that.' He intimated, though, that there would be a time for it.
As we were walking out into the parking lot, I was heading to my car and he was heading to his. This crazy streak hit me, and I said, 'ok, give me your keys.' He asked me what I was doing, and I told him, 'you'll find out.' I didn't really know what I was going to do.
We got in his car, and I was driving. We got on the highway and started driving around our city continuing the conversation. We got on the ring road that goes around town. It's about an hour if you go all the way around it.
As soon as we got on the ring road, I said, 'So...are you going to whip it out, or what?'
He let his seat back, started repositioning himself, and undid his zipper!
I could not believe this was happening. This was ten years of trash talk turning into something that was really happening.
Without hesitation, I asked him if I could reach over and grab it to check it on for size. He said sure. I reached over, but it was still soft. I said, 'are you going to get it hard or what?' He said, 'wait a minute, d-it!'
He started to jerk it a little, and pretty soon it was hard as a rock. I could tell by the light of the occasional car that we passed that it was pretty big...about 7.5...or almost 8'. Our joke had always been that he probably beat me with the length and I had him beat with girth. I told him I could tell he was longer but I needed to grab it again to check on the other measurement!
Next thing I knew, I was giving this friend of mine for ten years the best handjob he had ever gotten (or so he said). I slowly pulled on it while driving around the ring road for about a half hour. After fifteen minutes or so, I asked him if he was dripping yet. He said, 'hell yeah, dude!'
I asked him if he minded if I tasted his pre-cum. He said, 'of course not.' I put some on my finger and licked it off. It tasted so damn good! I could not believe this was happening.
This went on for another half hour or so. My best guess is I had about a shot glass or two of his pre-cum this whole time. I kept stroking, and stroking, and tasting...and stroking.
I started heading back downtown to where my car was. When we got closer, he zipped his pants back up and that was that.
We talked about doing more. We talked about a lot that night. In fact, it basically came out that we both had a thing for each other...though we were happily married to hot wives! We even talked about taking a trip together so we could really explore things more.
Over the course of the next year and a half, we had a lot of conversations about replaying that first encounter, or about maybe doing more. We both had curiosities that we wanted to explore. And, we wanted to explore them with each other. But the emotions of the whole thing - the fact that we were really close friends, and there was more to it than just the physical, and just the wrongness of it because we are both married - kept us from exploring further.
It was one of the hottest experiences I have ever had, with anyone of either sex or alone. I think about it from time to time when I have some alone time to get off by myself. It will always be a hot experience.
But we are not friends anymore, and that is the drawback. We were seemingly great friends for ten years who worked together for much of that time. And we don't even talk anymore.
So, be sure you know the tradeoffs when you explore your fantasies. They are hot, but they have consequences. Though I think that our relationship could have survived that crazy encounter if it had been a true friendship, I know what we did together contributed to the end of it. I am not a person who has regrets...and I am glad it happened because it pushed the issue on our curiosities. But that's one less friend I have in the world.