After our passionate night, Carl became obsessed with the idea of letting me try a man with a much larger cock than his routine size. He got on websites and showed me photos, all of which were sort of interesting, but all of which had downsides. Are these people real? Are they safe?
Just then, my friend Gail called. I told her about my honesty with Carl and about his reaction. She giggled and said, "Lucky girl!" But I told her about my misgivings about how to find the right partner.
Gail reminded me that she was willing to share the young man she had been seeing. "He's super friendly and he's very nice, and he has a physique that will make you gasp. He is tall and handsome and still in his mid-twenties, with a you-know-what that might scare you off." Again, she giggled into the phone.
"Well," I said, "maybe that's an idea I could mention to Carl."
"Better yet," Gail said, "why not make a plan that would give everyone an option to withdraw if things aren't right?"
"Like what?" I asked.
"I'll have to ask Douglas, but if he agrees, how about this? We can plan a time to meet, all four of us, at a hotel, maybe have dinner together first to break the ice, then go up to a room and let Douglass show you his cock. That's it, just show you and Carl. That would give you both the chance to see how it felt to be in the same room with another man who would undress for you. If Carl felt uneasy, you'd learn that before you went too far. And you'll learn how nervous you might get with a very large dick within your reach."
I had to admit, Gail's idea was genius. I told her, "Humm, let me check with Carl, and you can check with Douglass."
It didn't take long to get our answers. Carl practically lept for joy at the thought. I think it pleased him that Gail would be there. He had only met her briefly a time or two, but Carl liked the idea of her being there. Maybe he thought he'd get a peek at her pussy, too. But nothing like that was planned.
The next day, Gail called back with good news from Douglass. "He said he'd be honored."
"Well, that settles it. Carl will make a reservation for dinner and get a room." Gail confirmed all this with Douglass and called me back to talk about what to wear. I won't bore you with the girl talk.
Finally, the big night came. Carl and I arrived at the restaurant early and got a perfect table where we could talk. Then I saw Gail come in with a tall handsome young man. At the table, Gail introduced Douglass who shook hands with Carl before he leaned over the table to take my hand, "Such a pleasure," he said.
Gail was right. Douglass was quite the looker. Young and tall, square shouldered and very good looking in a dark suit and tie. The conversation began a little awkwardly but soon we relaxed and found ourselves talking about all sorts of things. We shared laughs, and it was clear that Douglass was comfortable with us and that we were comfortable with him. After dinner and over coffee, Douglas asked Carl, "So, I understand that you and Shiela were on vacation recently."
Carl then told him about our trip and about the scene on the beach. With that, the mood changed as we all focused on the purpose of our meeting.
Gail asked Carl, "Do you have a room key? Shiela and I will go up to use the powder room. Why don't you boys come on up soon?"
Carl gave her the key, and she and I excused ourselves. On the elevator ride up, Gail could see me shaking with anticipation and nervousness. She tried to get me to laugh it off and said, "I thought it might be best to let the men visit for a few minutes before they join us, just in case either of them needs to assure the other."
Sure enough, Carl told me later that Douglass asked him respectfully if this was OK and if he was comfortable with all this, then he asked if I was happy or nervous about it. I thought that was polite of him to ask.
In ten minutes the men knocked at the door, and Gail let them enter. The room had a nice sitting area, sort of a mini suite, with a love seat sofa and a couple of comfy arm chairs. The bed was in an alcove to the side.
Gail had brought wine and four glasses, and we all relaxed and sipped the wine. Thank goodness she was there! Gail got things moving by asking Douglass, "Why don't you tell Shiela and Carl about your modeling experience?"
I hadn't known about this, but Douglass smiled and set down his glass and said, "Well, when I was in college I answered an ad for an art class model. It was at the local adult learning center, and the students were mostly older women. Modeling was not nude. I wore a robe into class, then under the robe I could wear a bathing suit of my underwear. I was modest at first, but soon began wearing the kind of little thong that only covered the essentials."
Gail chimed in, "Truth be told, I was in one of those classes, and he was a great model." Again, she giggled.
Douglass continued, "It wasn't a sexy thing to do and it wasn't arousing, but every so often there would be a student who fixed her gaze on my thong and stared at it. That did make me think naughty thoughts, and that's when the problem would start."
"The problem?" I asked.
"Yes, what had been carefully tucked away safely in a roomy pouch would grow and swell. Before long I'd be in front of the class with a bulge that started a lot of whispering."
Gail took over, "The best time was when I asked him to pose in a certain way so that his big bulge was the center of our view, and as he held the pose things got out of hand. The pouch not only filled but stretched out farther and farther. I could see it growing until his big dick pushed the whole thing out so far that his balls flopped down into view." Again she giggled.
