The summer after graduation was the best of my life. We were all 18 and I remember the excitement of playing with my friends out exploring in the woods where we might end up sunning on a rock after swimming in the reservoir, wearing just our tighty whities. The winter, we would piss in the snow and sneak peeks at each others dicks. I miss the camaraderie and bonding I had with my buds before going off to join the marines.
Later, I wanted to capture that mood again. Nothing compared with the newness of first discovery. I wanted to connect like I did with my best friends when we talked about the girls or found a hidden cache of porn, or compared stories of touching boobs or catching a glimpse of colored panties up a skirt.
I knew I wanted a new bud and hoped to find a guy who wanted one too.
So I placed an ad. It read: "Normal married man wants to watch porn with another bud. Please respond if you know what you want."
I got a lot of responses the first day it ran and a few more every day thereafter. Eliminating those that were many miles away, or from guys who were too young, I was left with 15. Returning their emails, ten continued corresponding. Of those, five were creeps, three were too young, and two wanted to see naked pictures of my wife rather than find male bonding.
That left one.
He seemed like a nice guy. He was married like me, about the same age, lived close enough, and liked the same kind of porn I liked: straight porn with hot babes, blowjobs and rimming and especially sexy lingerie.
He liked black slutty garters, though I liked innocent pastel panties. (Secretly I would smell my wife's panties, or wrap a pair around myself while jerking off, and when I was running errands on the weekend I would even wear them, then change back before she got home.)
His wife was to be out of town soon so we made plans to meet at his house. I had a lot of errands so I got busy early in the morning. Half an hour after my first stop I remembered we were to meet so I pulled over and sent an email to confirm. He answered back right away and we agreed on 12:30, right after lunch.
When I rang the bell a normal guy answered, then he invited me in, asked me to take off my shoes, gave me a beer, and motioned towards the couch where porn was already playing on the TV. I was already feeling that kind of connection you can only have with another dude.
We watched some great porn commenting occasionally on a girl's knockers or ass. Man, I had missed that kind of talk. I mean, you can't really do that with your wife.
Ten minutes into the second video he asked me "if I minded." I didn't know what I would mind but I wanted to be accommodating so I agreed without knowing to what I agreed.
He promptly slid his pants down to his thighs and started groping and manipulating his dick. It reminded me of the glimpses I had seen as a kid, bringing me back to fun times in my mind. I stared straight ahead at the girl sucking the huge cock and wondered if my host was as big as the actor. Remembering stolen glances I took another.
He told me that since it was just us guys I could do the same. I thought about it for a second but fortunately remembered I was wearing my wife's yellow panties so I declined.
I wanted to look more, to see how big his was but I was afraid he would see me looking. Later, I thought we were on the same wavelength because he said I should take a better look. Under my breath I said, "OK" and tore my eyes away from the hot slut on her knees inhaling a massive black cock so I could look.
I turned my head expecting to see him sitting there with a large pecker sticking up. Instead I saw him stand up, push the coffee table forward, and maneuver himself in front of me. It swayed and flopped like a big tube suspended by rubber bands. As he moved in front of me he said, "Whatca think?"
For the first time in my life I looked closely at another man's dick. As I looked, I wondered how mine compared to it. His seemed much bigger and loomed large in my vision. Imagining my thumb next to it I carefully estimated its size to be about four inches soft. I think I looked too long and now felt that I had to answer his question to be polite and distract from that mistake. It would only be expected that I compliment his boner. I had planned to say "Nice dick." but what came out was, "Wow! Amazing." Embarrassed at my awkwardness I deflected the emotion again by leaning to the side to watch the video. My face was flushed and in my flustered state I couldn't concentrate on the porn at all.
It seemed like I could feel heat emanating from his tool warming the side of my neck. In my mind anyway, if not in reality.
After a bit I heard him talking somewhere from the distance. "...know you want to. As soon as I saw your yellow whaletail when you bent over to untie your shoes I knew you would."
What did he know I would want? Wait, what? He knew I was wearing panties. Nevermind that they were not a thong. What would he think of me? Would he kick me out? Had I blown my chance to have a porn buddy? I looked up at his face to see what he would do. Several emotions flashed across my own face while I waited with slack jaw.
"I guess you don't want to touch it? I would have bet that a sissy in girl's underwear would want to touch it first." I rejected that notion in my mind. I was not a sissy. I wore panties because I love pussy.
My face burned hot in shame but at the same time I desperately needed to know I had not humiliated myself beyond repair. That he would forgive me for being a sissy.
His hands reached out to touch me. I thought this would be the reassurance I needed. They slid around the sides of my face then he interlocked his fingers behind my neck. Thinking he was accepting me again I breathed a sigh of relief. But I was wrong.
He pulled my head forward. He was going to touch his red throbbing cock to my face. Like a college initiation, this was to be my penalty for wearing panties and looking too long. I could smell a manly musky aroma blended with soap as it closed the gap.
Stiffening my spine I resisted. I didn't think to use my hands to push him away I just begged with my eyes while tensing my back. Simultaneously, I could see the muscles in his biceps tighten. Any second he was going to rub his meat around on my face. Would he forgive me then? Could we go back to normal after my penance?
Again I was wrong. He never saw this as a time for forgiveness or punishment. He never intended to rub his thick, but only semi-erect, sausage on my face.
His eyes pierced mine and I couldn't bear it any longer. I looked away and down, directly at his half-swollen beast curving gracefully over a huge set of shaved balls. There were still some wrinkles in it but it also defied its own heft with a hint of firmness. Like I said, it was easily twice the thickness of mine. I saw it twitch almost imperceptibly then eject a single clear drop at the slit. I thought about what that drop would feel like when it touched me. Would it be sticky or slippery? Would it get into my hair? More drops appeared, many more. They started to collect there on the end of this big knob, then like molasses, ever so slowly, the glob of pre-cum started to drip. I feared it would drip onto my slacks leaving a wet mark. But my fears never materialized.
Again, I heard his voice from above me, "I was hoping for consent but there are other ways." It didn't make sense. I glanced up. In his eyes I saw no glimmer of gamesmanship. This wasn't him looking for adventure like me. He wasn't seeking male bonding. He wasn't winning some contest in which he showed me I lost when I let my panties be seen. What I saw was lust. Lots of lust. Pure lust. Unbridled lust. And it was directed at me.
His arms flexed again. In an instant his thick slimy dickhead was partially between my clenched lips. I could feel a copious amount of wetness being left there by the bending peristalsis of his spongy peter. Shocked, I attempted to squirm away but his dominant arms kept me from turning either way.
He held my head still in a vice-like grip while continuing to worm his dick at my mouth. Gradually his persistence paid off, his soft cock was bending and dodging around my efforts to deny it entrance, gaining ingress millimeter by millimeter.
