I remember that moment when I first met Joe, 8 years ago; he walked into my kitchen with two other guys, all were classmates of my son at the small college here in our town, all aged about 19 or 20. They had come into my house through my son's bedroom's outside door, thus, I didn't know anyone else was there. When I laid eyes on Joe and the others, I swear my first thought was "These guys are here to kill me". While all three young men were solidly beefy and large, the intimidation I felt subsided when they asked only for something to drink. My attraction to Joe was immediate. He exuded masculinity, and was uncommonly handsome, with light blue eyes. This guy took my breath away, and I suspect he realized that.

Over the next months, Joe became a fixture practically at our house. He, another guy and my son became best buddies at school, so it became usual to find Joe there when I came home from work. Joe and I too became friends slowly; many times he would come into my den to say hello, to sit and talk with me, when Junior wasn't home. The thing I recall most vividly of those visits was how Joe frequently adjusted his cock in his pants, or tugged his balls. The little tease. After he would leave me, I would fantasize about his cock. He had a girlfriend and they had sex constantly, so I believed Joe to be 100% straight, and probably confidently endowed.

It didn't take very long until I got to verify my assumptions on his manhood. On the night our state university football team played in a bowl game, we had a handful of my sons friends over to watch the game, with the barbeque and beer in abundance. At one point, Joe followed me outside, where I'd gone to piss off the backporch. He stood next to me, unzipped his jeans, withdrew his dick and began to pee along with me. I won't say it was the beer which caused me to casually look over and check him out; but, to my real surprise, Joe looked my cock over too, then looked at me with those eyes, and grinned. When he finished urinating, he kept pulling on his dick until it was semi-hard, then he turned to face me, pulled his foreskin back and forth one last time as I watched, before he packed it back into his pants and returned to the game inside. I stood there, my head spinning with the image of what just happened.

Less than a month later, Joe got into some serious trouble with the authorities, and called me to post bail. I picked him up from jail, and we drove to my house. We sat close together on my couch as he told me how he could'nt tell his parents of his crime, and how he wanted my advice, how he valued my friendship. At one point he began to cry, and leaned into me, holding onto me. We embraced like that for only moments, this hulking guy and me. When he backed away, I saw that he'd grown a hard on in his pants. Even then, I was hesitant to make any move on Joe, as vulnerable as he seemed. He asked if he could stay the night there and I assured him that he was at home, as far as I was concerned.

He slept on that sofa in my den, while I went to my room and furiously masturbated to his image. He woke me up early the next morning, to ask if he could shower in my bathroom. I stayed in bed while he did, deciding to finally show him my desires. I shucked off my sweatpants I'd slept in, and stroked my dick until I was harder than ever. When he emerged from the bathroom he wore only his boxers he'd worn through being jailed. He stood there drying his hair when I made my move, getting out of bed with my boner, and told him to wear a pair of my boxer shorts instead. As I handed them to him and he put them on, he didn't take his eyes off my cock. I lied to him, saying something like "Morning Wood," and that I hadn't drained a load in some time (if he only knew!!) I lay back down on my bed and began to slowly jack off. He came and stood next to me, rubbing his own dick up and down outside the boxers, with the back of his hand. I reached over to him and held his thigh with my free hand. Joe pulled his thick dick through the fly and began to jack it. I let go his leg and scooted over on the bed, and he accepted the unspoken invitation, laying down.

I told him I'd wanted to jack off with him since the night he showed me his dick on the porch. He replied " Yeah, me too.  Only I never knew how to tell you that I wanted to, too." Hearing that, I nudged back over, our bodies touching. I wanted to hold his penis badly, I said "You sure have a biggun, dude, what's it like having a foreskin?" And with that, reached over and put my hand on top his and rode his strokes. He let go, and I held his cock still, admiring, then fingered his foreskin. Joe arched his back as I played with his covered up dick head. He said "You've got the big dick here, Aaron" as he looked on.

I just said "Here, Joe, try it yourself, I'm not going to say anything to anyone about this." Joe grasped my cock and asked how long my dick was. I had a couple more inches than he did, but not any way as thick as his. We jacked each other until we shot our loads, as we each looked into the other's eyes.  As we lay there recovering, we kissed wildly, with some kind of pent up passion, as we both explored the others body, until I had gotten him erect again.  On round two, I dared to suck on his cock, he never mouthed my cock, but did let me straddle his hips, grinding our penises together and he jacked our two cocks till his pecs and stomach were smeared with cum from the two headed monster we'd created.

We had two other episodes like that first one, that morning. A year or so later, we went hunting together, and shared some man-to-man sex in the middle of nature. Now like I said, he's married, and while we don't see each other that often, but when I see his wife, I think "I've had that dick too, lady."