I sat in the bar watching the hockey game, waiting for Jim to arrive.
I wondered what he felt watching these games. Jim was actually drafted to play professionally, until a knee injury ended his career. Even half a lifetime later, he was still solidly built, and at 6'2" was an impressive specimen.
And I knew how solid he was more than most. Three years ago I'd spent an afternoon with him sharing my girlfriend. She'd met both of us online, and eventually my relationship with her became physical. She continued chatting with Jim however, and eventually I started speaking to him online as well. We shared a lot of things in common, including it seems being bi. It wasn't long before we realized that the three of us should move things from the internet to the bedroom. So Jory invited Jim to join us.
My oral bicuriosity started in university, when my girlfriend at the time turned out to be an absolute blowjob queen. She used to get so turned on giving me head, I couldn't help but be intrigued by the sense of control, power and desire she used to feel. And I wanted to know what it was like for myself. It took me a decade, but Jory and Jim made it happen.
I'll never forget what it was like kissing Jory, tasting his precum on her warm lips and tongue as it explored my mouth. Jim lying on his back, his cock standing up proudly between Jory and I, lying on either side of him. Licking up and down his shaft, we alternated taking his big head into our mouths. His cock was so much bigger than mine. Picture perfect. It had to be a good eight or nine inches long, and was so very thick around. I remember being surprised at how spongy the head of his cock was as I sucked him and rolled my tongue around it.
The last time I saw Jim's monster cock, he was cumming across Jory's tits near the end of our threesome. It was fascinating watching his cum spurt out across her chest and neck.
That was almost three years ago. We'd stayed in touch, emailing intermittently, but I hadn't seen him since. Fact of the matter was, he had been out of sight but not out of mind. There was no denying it to myself--I wanted that big cock again. Once or twice I'd made veiled comments to that effect in an email, but he'd either not picked up on them or chosen not too. Sometimes I'd look at old pictures he'd emailed Jory and I. My favourite was one where he was stroking his cock, and a drop of precum was just forming at the tip. There were times when I'd look at that pic, and jerk off fantasizing about sucking him off to completion.
I saw him come in the door of the bar, and rose to catch his attention. He came over and gave me a firm handshake. He was still as powerful as ever. Physically, I was actually a bit taller and larger than Jim, but he was certainly harder and more cut.
We just sat and talked for quite a while, about the game, about work, eventually about Jory. She'd broken it off with me quite some time ago, so I like Jim could only reminisce about her. Conversation danced around our threesome for a while, but the general sexual nature of our discussion of Jory combined with a pitcher of beer was certainly affecting Jim.
"So," I asked at one point,"you seeing anyone right now?"
"Nah," he said. "No one for quite some time."
"Really? Well, who's been taking care of that monster of yours?"
