10 comments/ 163323 views/ 47 favorites Bi-Curious Dads By: Stephen7Redo We could live at the beach forever. My wife Joan and I had told one another that for years, every time we made our annual trek to Nags Head, North Carolina with our boys. In the end after each week long vacation, we always came back to reality and knew we had to return home to work and family. This year as we had for the last several, Joan and I shared our vacation with our best friends, Katie and Mike. This was the first year without any of the kids though. Here it was Wednesday evening, mid-week in our vacation. Wednesday evenings had become the traditional night for the wives to do a bit of shopping. It was a ladies-only night. Mike and I usually stayed at the beach house and watched a ball game and drank a couple of beers. As luck would have it this Wednesday night the cable was out from a storm earlier in the day. Talking about two very frustrated middle-aged men! We sat on the deck instead and drank our beer. I was bored near to death, not that Mike and I can't hold a good conversation but Wednesday night was supposed to be a guy's night with beer and ball. As I drained my first bottle of beer I remembered something. "Hey, you know I saw some DVDs in the cabinet when we got here. Maybe there's something in there worthwhile for guy's night." Mike gulped the last of his first beer and sat it rather sharply down on the deck table. "Maybe there's a good thriller or better a good spy flick, you know with a hot babe or two to watch." "I'll go check." I said and stood with my empty bottle. "Here," he grabbed my bottle, "I'll go get us a couple more of these and meet you in the living room." So I went in one set of sliding doors and Mike went in the other. At the television cabinet I shuffled through the couple dozens plastic DVD cases. The first few were all chick flick-romance-types. Not really guy and beer drinking kind of movies. Then I found an old one of the British Secret Agent's best. As I was about to shove all the others back one non-commercial labeled case fell to the floor. I picked it up and opened the case. All that was written on the gold disc in black marker was 'Special Features'. "Huh." I uttered to myself. "What's this?" All too curious I slipped the disc into the player and after a bit of jumbled images came up and the background music began a rather heavy beat. Before I knew it, what I thought was colorful art slowly became images of people, very naked people. This was porn! In seconds overlaid in front of the naked bodies was a title, "Girls Suck!" And seconds later examples of what was to come showed just that, girls sucking men. I hit pause button real quick. At first I was a little embarrassed and quickly looked back to see if Mike had caught me watching. He was still clanging around in the kitchen. 'Okay now what?' I asked myself. Do we go with the secret agent flick or do I offer my best friend the opportunity to watch some porn. I smiled and realized what could be more of a guy's night watching a skin flick. I just wasn't sure either of us would be comfortable watching porn together. Not that either of us hadn't done it on our own before. We had even admitted to one another a few years ago to surfing for the stuff on-line. But to think about sitting in the same room together and watch it, I wasn't sure. So there I stood, spy flick in my left hand and paused porn flick on the television. I looked from one to the other and back again. "Hey Jim!" Mike yelled from the kitchen. The suddenness caught me off guard and I flipped the DVD case in the air. It fell to the edge of the cabinet, popped open and the disc rolled out behind me on the floor. "Uh, Yeah?" I answered and stepped back to get the disc. "How about some cheese and crackers with our beer? I forgot I bought some of the extra sharp cheddar the other day." Mike called out. "Sure. Sounds good." I yelled back and stumbled, my heel coming right down on the edge of the disc. 'CRACK!' The sound in my ears was louder than it really was I'm sure, but I knew I had just busted it good. I bent over to pick it up and saw it was split all the way to the center hole. That disc was no more. Then I chuckled as I realized the choice had just been made for me. Porn it would be. I put the cracked DVD back in its base and back in the cabinet on the other side of the TV. I would have to remember to hit the local mall and find a replacement before we left for home at the end of the week. "Here we go," I heard Mike and turned to see him walk in with a couple beers in one hand and a paper plate piled with cheese and crackers in the other. "So did you find something worth watching?" I realized I was standing between him and the TV so he couldn't see what was on display. "I think it might be worthwhile." "So? What did you find?" Mike asked as he came around the couch and sat the plate and beers on the table. I eased over to block the TV still and just stood there. Mike stood up his beer in his hand. "Well?" "You wanna watch some porn?" I asked. His head snapped up. "You have porn here?" "Yeah, well, no but someone did. Look what I found." I stepped out of the way and let him see what was on the TV. "What's that?" The he realized what he was seeing. "What the hell?" "I think I stumbled onto some secret stash." I grinned and reached over to pick up my beer. "The title on this feature is 'Girls Suck!'". "Uh, appears to be a very descriptive title." Mike stated as he stared at the paused still shot of a couple girls mouthing a hard guy each. "Yeah, and those are just the opening clips. In fact, the disc itself said 'Special Features' so I can only assume there is more than one movie on there." I took a quick swig of my beer as I let it soak in what we were about to do. Mike took two healthy swigs of his beer before he looked back at me. But he still didn't day a word. "So what do you say, want to give it a try? Best time to watch I suppose while the wives are away for a couple hours." I took another long slug of the bottle. "Sure why not." Mike said very simply. He reached for a couple slices of cheese and a couple crackers. He sat back in the stuffed chair at one end of the couch. I sat down on the couch with the remote in one hand and beer in the other. After taking another good swallow I hit 'play'. About thirty seconds of crude credits and back images then we were introduced to a scene of two jocks and a couple of very comely cheerleaders. Let me just say here, before I go on...my wife and I are now in our fifties and we've had an incredible love life throughout our marriage. We both still have an insatiable thirst for sex. In fact, the beach is like an aphrodisiac for us both and we make love more here in a week than in a month back home. So I was not hard up for a long delayed cum or anything. Besides I was with Mike, my very best friend who I had met through our wives who were best friends in college. Mike has flirted with Joan as much as I've flirted with Katie over the years, but its all been very innocent. For some reason I needed to tell you all that to make it more comfortable to tell you before I realized it I had gotten the start to a hard-on in my shorts as I watched the hot movie. That's right and I found myself giving it an occasional rub, at first out of a necessity to try and keep it down out of sight. But soon I found I was adding to the arousal I was getting from the erotic visuals on the television. I took generous sips of my second beer. Suddenly Mike called out, "Those babes can sure blow can't they?" "Yeah, sure can." I took another sip of beer not taking my eyes off the hot action on the small screen. "Bet Joan gives a mean blowjob." "What?" I about choked hearing the question and for the first time in minutes I took my concerted focus off the sucking and licking on the TV. I looked back over at Mike and saw him waiting for an answer. I realized it wasn't just a throw away comment. I took another swallow of beer and my second bottle of the night had disappeared. I stated simply, "Nope." "What? You mean she's not that good at it? Damn." Mike shook his head and took another swig from the brown long neck bottle. "Nope," what else could I say, it was true. "Uh, she doesn't do it at all actually." "What?" Mike sat up in the chair. "You mean in over twenty years no bj? No way." "Nope, none, nada." I could feel myself begin to blush. The heat started in my face and quickly descended to my groin which only added to the heat already building there. I reached for a slice of cheese and stuffed it in my mouth as I looked back to see a buxom blonde doing a sixty-nine with her stud boyfriend now, downing his huge man muscle. That view spurred me to ask, "Does Katie give good head?" "Hell yes!" Mike came back very quickly and very adamantly. "Damn, not that I'd want to give up they heated romps, but the girl could keep me satisfied very well with hot mouth and tongue. Mmm-mmm-mmm." "Really, wow." I didn't know what else to say. "Oh yeah, she could give any of these young ladies more than a run for their money." He stabbed the beer toward the screen then sat back and swilled a huge swallow from the bottle. About that time, the girls, who were blowing their respective cocks next to one another both looked up and then kissed. For some reason that silenced both Mike and I. The two of us sat in the living room continuing to watch the video for a few minutes. As I reached for another slice of cheese I began to think it would be nice if the wives would come home early and we could retire to our respective bedrooms. Of course, I wondered if Mike felt as horny as I did. I could feel the hard-on in my shorts and I caught myself stealing a peak over at my friend to see if he was having the same reaction to the movie. Though I couldn't actually see anything I sensed with his similar hand movements near his crotch he was getting more than a bit excited himself. I turned back to the movie and saw the petite brunette giving her jock a good double-fisted hand-job now. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined Joan's hands on me like that as I massaged my aching hard manhood myself. I knew I was thinking about it way too much and knew if I kept it up I'd be cumming in my black shorts before long. I reached up for a slice of cheddar and a cracker and looked away from the TV for a little bit. As I munched my cock was still going strong. I was undeniably so horny I actually entertained the thought of getting caught jerking off. I needed a release so badly, but I knew that wasn't going to happen, not in front of my long time best friend. At that Mike sat up and drained his beer. "I need to hit the boy's room. Press pause so I don't miss any good parts." "Sure." I picked up the remote and pressed the button. What a point to stop! As Mike walked away I stared at the action frozen on a close-up of a blonde with her bright red lips just coming down over the stud's bulbous cock head. I felt more tightening in my shorts. I really did need to relieve the ache between my legs before things got too uncomfortable. "You want another beer? " Mike called out from the hallway as he headed toward the kitchen. "Yeah, sure." I yelled back as I stared at the huge cock with juicy lips poised sexily over it and my cock only got harder. I reached down to rub some more, only I envisioned Joan's hand on me again. As I rubbed I closed my eyes and after a after a few more seconds I alternately pictured my wife Joan and then Katie doing me the way the girl was preparing to do the guy on the screen. Obviously Katie had a lot of experience doing it according to Mike, whereas my beautiful wife had none. It was then I pictured the two of them doing me together with Katie giving Joan a lesson in 'Blowjob 101'. Before I knew it I slipped my hand inside my shorts and wrapped it around my very stiff cock. I stroked up and down slowly. I began a low moan with the enjoyment my hand and fingers were giving me. "You're really getting that thing cranked up aren't you?" Mike disturbed my blissful silent fantasy. "What? No!" I pulled my hand back, but it caught on the elastic waistband and my shorts snapped back against my stomach with a loud snap. "Uh, no. I was just, you know rearranging." I looked up to see him bringing in four bottles of beer. He sat two down on the table in front of me and put one down on his end of the table before sitting down and tipping one back for a big swallow. "I thought I'd save us the effort and bring us two beers this time round." The whole time he was talking he looked me in the eye. A little more than embarrassed now I knew my head was spinning from downing two beers all too quickly along with the blow flow rushing too my crotch. I'm not a young man anymore so as to adjust as quickly to each stimulus. I looked at Mike and he took another swig, the whole time staring me down. "You know, it looked more like you were...uh, doing what I've been thinking about doing for the last several minutes," smiling he glanced down at my crotch. "Well, I... I...," I stammered. "Hey, c'mon nothing to be ashamed of, it's natural for guys, isn't it." I hesitated, not knowing exactly how I felt, unsure for the moment what to say or do, just watching him look at me. "So the movie is getting to you, too, then huh?" Mike subtly lowered his eyes down then quickly back up again. "Okay, fine, I did feel the need to stroke a little." Although my hand wasn't wrapped around my cock anymore, without looking I knew it was still mighty firm. So there I was with a raging hard-on alone in a room with another man that knew it! I reached out to grab one of my beers and I swear I swilled down half the bottle all at once. I realized we were on our way to killing off a six pack already. Most of our Wednesday night guy's nights the last couple of years, we'd been lucky to get through a couple beers each. Like I said we weren't the young jocks we once were. "Thirsty huh? Glad I brought you two." Mike chuckled a bit then tipped back his own beer. For some reason at that very moment I looked at him different sitting there across the room from me. I caught myself taking a glimpse down toward his crotch. I know my eyes widened as I saw the obvious bulge in his gray athletic shorts. In fact, as I continued to drink, whether it was my imagination or not I swear I could see his balls as his shorts gapped at one leg. I found myself getting strangely more aroused at knowing my best friend also had a good hard-on going. I shut my eyes for a second and turned my head. But when I opened them again I found myself staring right out as Miss Blonde still frozen on TV ready to engulf the monster cock. "Ready for more movie?" Mike asked. "That is if you can handle it." I looked over and saw the cheesy grin on my buddy's face and then picked up the remote to hit 'Play." Damn if that blonde could deep throat! So for the next four or five minutes we were treated to a very close-up view of a very expert blow-job right up to its culmination. Although we didn't get to see the splash and splatter we could tell the stud came a ton as the blonde made all kinds of faces as he pumped his hot stuff in her mouth. Then when it looked like he was done she released her lips from around his girth just enough to let the creamy white stuff flow down his shaft and pool in his pubic hair. Okay, I was overheating It felt like my cock was sure it was going to get that same treatment even though it couldn't see a thing with that one eye through my dark shorts. But I sure as hell could it and the image was burned into my brain which had a direct connection to my crotch. I wanted to rub one out so badly! Instead I sat up and reached for the other beer and sat the empty down. "You know, the only problem with watching something like this is, we get ourselves all worked up and there are no wives here to share it with." Mike commented. "I know, but the ladies won't be back for another hour plus at least." I replied sitting back now nursing my fourth beer. I also glanced back over at Mike and then unconsciously down at his crotch. My mouth missed the mouth of the beer bottle when I found his cock head just barely extending out from his shorts. "Uh hey, Mike, I have to ask you something." "Sure, anything." "Uh, you probably know you got a good boner going there, but I didn't know if you knew it was peeking out at me." Mike looked down, "Shit. Jeez, Shit, Jim I'm sorry." His reddened face gave away his bewilderment. "Hey, it's not a big deal, really. We're all family here." I drank some more and watched him rearrange himself. "Besides, you said its natural didn't you?" "Yeah right." Mike squirmed in the stuffed chair until he had himself situated and even went to the length of crossing his legs. Only the scrunched up face he made told me it sure wasn't comfortable, but he kept them crossed anyway. A minute later I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he leaned up to grab his fourth beer. He winced again. This time I actually felt the pain for him as my balls rolled around in my shorts. By now as we both sat back to watch the video I realized we were on to the second of the 'Special Features'. I had missed the title of this one as I had been distracted watching my friend get situated, but the action this time seemed to be a threesome, a hard bodied stud and two very endowed women, both blondes this time. We both sat there in silence for a few minutes watching the new movie. Only I have to admit I kept stealing glances at my friend and more directly at his gray shorts. His shaft was beginning to harden again and I could literally see it growing under the material. It was an incredible sight. I stopped staring long enough to tip back my beer again and look up at where the action was going on the screen. As it turns out stud boy had both girls sandwiched together and he was given them both a good licking. I began to envision both Joan and Katie on that bed and me being the guy doing that. What a fantasy that would be, me and the women. I went to take another swallow of my beer, but as I did I looked over in Mike's direction again, his crotch anyway and I was amazed to see his shorts were tented so much I swear his manhood must have been pointing straight up. My cock twitched at the sight. Its then I looked up and found Mike looking back at me or rather my shorts. His eyes were fixed on my crotch. "How long is your cock, Jim?" I heard the question and nearly blew beer spray all over me and the table. Some dribbled out my nose as I tried to stifle my reaction. I wiped it and my mouth with the back of my forearm before I looked back over at my buddy. "What the hell kind of question is that?" Very calmly he said, "I know for a fact our ladies sit around talking about us as they drink their morning tea. Katie admitted to me once their discussion got around to our manhood and just how long they are. It appears they both had no idea the actual measurement," Mike paused and took a sip of beer. "For some reason watching this stud on the screen made me think of that, and well, just made me curious how long your pecker is." "You gotta be kidding!" I took a healthy swig from my brown bottle and looked back at the screen, not being able to retain eye contact with Mike. "Okay, I admit Joan has mentioned how women can be more crude than a bunch of guys in the locker room. And I also get how women are more honest. But you asking that question kind of crosses the line doesn't it?" "What? We've been buds for over twenty years now. I know you've seen mine a time or two, if nothing else back at the gym in the shower or standing around the locker room." Bi-Curious Dads "Yeah, but I don't stare at it, you, and try to take measurements." That thought of 'it' made me stare back down at my best friend's crotch. Although it wasn't as pronounced as earlier, Mike still had a good hard-on going. "Besides men expect other men to lie about that as much as they do catching the big fish or missing that fifty foot putt that was really only five." "So you say you'd lie about the size of your manhood then?" Mike nodded down between my legs. I was suddenly self-conscious as to what he was seeing at that point. I wasn't fully hard anymore either, but I still felt kind of thick down there. "We all do it and accept it. It makes us all feel better about ourselves." I looked him in the eye now. "Don't you?" "Well, I guess, but I've never been asked how long it is. I also can't say I've ever measured it either. So I truly don't know." I almost lost another slug of beer through my nose. "Wait! You mean you never in your life, not even once as a teenager or in college had the urge to measure that thing?" Now it was my turn to nod down between his legs. "What? You have?" Mike sat up in his chair. "I uh, well..." I tilted the bottle up again. "No, do tell. You've actually measured that club between your legs." "What, so now I have a club?" I looked at him and caught him taking another glance between my legs. "You mean you're admitting to have having looked that close before?" "Okay, okay, yes in the shower, fuck it. So what?" It was his turn to sit back and gulp his beer. "No, no wait...what the hell? You've copped a peek at my penis?" "No, I mean, okay, yes, a couple times over the years. Didn't mean anything with it, well, actually it did." "What are you trying to say?" I said my eyes wide open. "No it's not what you think. I looked because, well I was jealous." "Jealous?" I'm sure I bellowed that out a bit louder than necessary. "Yes, jealous." Mike sat back up again. "Shit Jim, compared to me you do have a club between those hairy legs of yours. Based on those times in the locker room I have come to view myself as having an average penis." Okay at this point I didn't know whether to be spitting mad my best friend had been ogling my privates all these years or proud that he seemed to think I was pretty sizable. He gulped a swallow and then said, "You may not remember, but I do, a day at the golf course when we were kicking back after a long eighteen holes and a couple guys started goofing. Somehow the subject came up about the size of your cock. It was when you told the guys about having eight inches in those golf slacks of yours. I about choked on my nachos." "Shit Mike. I told you it's understood when a guy says something like that he probably has more like six. It was an ego trip thing that day. Big golf game, big balls, big dicks." "Okay, but from what I saw over the years I'd say you are closer to that eight inches." I sat up pushing my hard-on down. "I could say I never did it, but actually from about age fourteen through most of college I had a ruler on this puppy all the time." "You're kidding?" Mike sat up. "You really have measured you big boy? Damn." "And I still can't believe you haven't ever measured yours. I can't believe Katie hasn't measured it for you. That wild woman has to be curious." "She was. After that conversation I mentioned our ladies had she wanted to really badly. But I couldn't get myself to let her, it just seemed freakish or weird." "And she never got her way? That surprises me more." "She was persistent for the longest time, but I just couldn't get myself to get by the weirdness." "Well, Joan knows how long I am now. And now I know why she was so persistent herself." "Well? "Well what." "How long are you?" "About seven and a half." I sat back and felt a strange rush of pride as Mike's eyes widened at my words. "Damn!" Mike sat back too and gulped down the last of his beer. "And you seriously don't know how long you are?" "What, are you as curious as the girls?" Mike asked. "Wait, you mean Joan is still curious about you?" I sat right back up trying to picture my wife trying to picture my best friend's hard cock. "Sure. That was part of the reason Katie wanted to know so bad, so she could compare with Joan. I mean so they could compare us." "I can't believe this. Our wives have nothing better to do than compare their men's manhood." "To be honest, I'd have to say all this talk has me curious now." Mike said this as he reached down and adjusted himself in his shorts. "Aren't you curious about how we size up?" "What? No!" "Not even a little bit?" "Okay, after you confessing looking at me now, kinda I guess," I said with only a tinge of embarrassment as I found my cock straining in my shorts again. "How about we measure them then," Mike smiled. "What? Now?" I shot back and sat my beer back on the table. "Mike, I'm sure your cock is up there with the best of them." I chided, then shook my head. "I can't believe we are having this conversation!" "I saw a ruler in the kitchen drawer." Mike said then jumped up and went to the kitchen. I heard him rummage around and was back in a flash. "Okay, pull that bad boy out and let's see how he measures up." "Wait, I thought this was all about you." I self-consciously put my hands between my legs. "Hey, you were the one that said guys lie about it. It should be only fair to get an honest measurement, call it a standard, to go by first." "Damn Mike. Anyway, I don't think it will get that hard again, dude. It's a little shy at the moment." I felt it under my palm and it was far from deflating. Mike moved the table and sat on the edge of the couch, ruler in hand. "If you don't want to do it..." he let the comment drift between us. "It's just that I never..." I let it drift back to him. We sat staring at one another for several seconds. "I mean, it's just I...you know..." I stammered looking down at my friend's shorts and seeing that very visible bulge in his gray shorts. "I never, uh, never measured it in front of anyone before, well until finally in front of Joan." "What do you think?" Mike laughed. "Do you think I'm going to be telling Katie how long your cock is? Shit if it's really over seven inches I swear she'll be chasing you for that big thing and I will be out of a job." "Oh shut up!" I said, although that imagery suddenly popped into my head, Katie holding me and giving Joan another blowjob lesson. I went from just thick to almost completely hard in seconds. "It's just a measurement. Put this ruler up to the bad boy for only a sec. Then I'll do the same." Mike sat there on the other end of the couch, waving the 12" ruler in his hand. I flashed my eyes, from his to the ruler and down between his legs a couple times over. "What time do the girls get back?" "They won't be back for another hour. So, you want to try it then?" Mike asked as he leaned forward, the wooden ruler practically on my thigh already. I let out a nervous laugh. The erection in my shorts only got harder. Without really thinking but more reacting I stood up and pushed my shorts down until they fell on their own around my ankles and looked down at Mike's face. My best friend's eyes widened and he gave an audible gasp as he saw my cock for the first time outside a shower or locker room. Surprisingly with him that close I rose right up to a hardness I didn't think I could attain in front of anyone besides my wife or while maybe watching porn. "Wow! Very impressive." Mike just sat there staring at my bobbing cock. "So, you gonna measure it or what?" I stood there with my hands on my hips. "Uh, sure," Mike stammered then scooted over on the couch in front of me. I held myself straight out and he leaned over to place one end of the ruler against my stomach. "Seven inches, damn!" Mike declared. "Is that all?" I said a little defensively looking down at where the head of my penis pushed across the little black lines. He was right it was just reaching the seven inch line. "I know it's longer than that." "Maybe you don't have enough stimulation yet." "I guess I could stroke it a few times." With that I started to do something I never imagined in my life I'd be doing. Mike took the ruler away and I started stroking myself, slowly but very seriously. "Damn, good wrist technique there, Jim." Mike commented as his eyes followed my fist up and back. I could feel my already hard cock swell still more in my hand. "I think it worked. Looks like you just grew a bit." Mike said as he put the ruler back against my stomach. "Let's try this again. Uh, yep, the big boy got bigger alright. Looks like a good...push him up a bit...uh, yep, grew another half inch." "Seven and half, that's more like it." I threw my hands in the air. You'd have thought I just scored the winning touchdown in the big game. I felt very proud of myself. Mike sat back and nodded. "Yep, you may not be a full eight inches my man , but I'd say that is close enough and definitely long enough to make my Katie jealous." "So I better not go getting one of those male European bikinis and shake myself around in front of her then, huh?" I had my hands back on my hips and shook my stiff manhood back and forth. Mike's eyes wavered side to side looking right at me and then chuckled. "Jim, I think the bikini thing would be a distraction. Just shake that thing," he nodded at my hard cock only about a foot away, "and you'll have her on her knees." That visual caused an incredible new surge of blood to my already hard manhood and it bobbed up and down as it strained out as hard as ever. "Yep, I think I'll just keep the length of your cock to myself." Then he sat back on the couch. That is when I saw he had almost completely come out of his shorts. The short legs had crept up his thighs and his cock had been left to extend out a few inches beyond. He was hard alright. "So, it looks as if you are ready for a measurement now." I nodded down at what I saw. Mike looked down himself and almost immediately lifted his butt to allow him to pull his shorts legs back down. He couldn't get them to cover up his hard-on he was so hard though. "Don't think that thing is going to be covered up, dude." It was my turn to laugh. "Sorry." Mike actually blushed. "What? What do you have to be embarrassed about? I'm the one standing here with my shorts at my feet and my hard-on waving around like a divining rod looking for water." I shook my hips and my manhood again. "Looking for a good hot mouth or pussy is more like it." Mike sat up. "Oh wait, you've never had a hot mouth on that puppy. So very sorry my man, but I know Katie could do a number on that for you." Again that visual! I actually closed my eyes and saw Katie's sexy lips engulfing me at that very moment. I didn't have to look down to know I just swelled up in front of Mike's face. "Damn it, Jim. I swear you are getting excited thinking about my lovely wife. I should smack that sucker off your body for that." Mike feigned a swat at my hard cock with the ruler. "I think you better just get those shorts off and let's see where you stand. And if I can say, I think from what I've seen so far, you are going to measure up well." I know I must have grinned way too broadly at that comment. Mike sat there staring up at me past my erection. Then he looked back down at it. I could tell this was his moment of personal truth. But without much more hesitation he stood up. "Here, hold this." He handed me the ruler. Then he turned his back to me. He stood there for few seconds, and then slowly as if maybe at the last second he was giving himself a chance to change his mind, he pushed down his shorts. They fell to his feet as mine still were. I got a clear view of his backside which was nothing I hadn't seen before. Resolutely it seemed, without a word he turned around slowly. I kept my gaze on his face on purpose and I could see he was still blushing. But then I couldn't resist, and just as he stood there with his hands on his hips, I looked downward. Now I know I had seen it before hundreds if not thousands of time over the years in the locker room. But then I never really stared at it like I did then. Mike's erect cock jutted from his body straight out with a slight upwards arch. The mushroom cock head flared out and was a tad thicker than the shaft. A lone pearl drop of pre-cum glistened at the opening. He was hornier than I was! He was already leaking! "Damn, it's a good thing they only asked about length. More amazing than the length of your damn cock is the thickness. I swear we play with softball bats thinner than that slugger!" I pointed at his now seriously bobbing hard cock with the ruler. "Just do it before I change my mind." Mike said very seriously. "Oh, sure." I got ready to take a step forward and almost tripped. I'd forgotten I still had my shorts around my ankles. I stepped out of them and went up to my friend. "Okay, hold that big thing down so I can get this ruler to it." Mike obliged, but actually had bit of difficulty trying to push 'it' down so I could measure him. Damn he was hard! I pressed the end of the ruler up against his stomach through his thick black pubes. "You can at least push it in tighter than that," he complained as he thrust his hips forward some, "trying to cheat me, dude?" "Okay, okay, every little inch helps," I chuckled and pressed the end of the wooden ruler a bit further into his gut. "Hmm, a good hard six and a half inches it looks like." I said leaning down to look at his cock head edge right up to that line. I also watched as another clear pearl of pre-cum oozed out over the line. "Uh, that doesn't count." "What?" "You can't squirt your way to an extra inch." I chuckled as I pulled the ruler away and the pre-cum strung along with it, "Wow!" Mike stepped back a pace. "To be honest I didn't think I was that long." It was his turn to sound proud. He also rather nonchalantly started stroking that thick cock. He saw me watching him do it. "Hey, look I don't know if this is right. I mean, I like women. I love my wife. But I'm sorry, I'm just so horny." He continued to stroke away. "It's, uh okay, I was just, I don't know thinking about going back to the bedroom and doing the same thing." I replied and reached for my own hard shaft. "I suppose this is a bit of stretch but how about we like, do it here?" "Here, at the same time?" Mike answered. "Together?" "No! I mean, yes, here in front of the TV watching the hot porn." I said hesitantly, "this stuff is pretty hot." "No kidding," he said with a bit more enthusiasm in his voice than I expected. His blushed cheeks were also back to normal "I was kind of thinking...well, would you mind if I'd...I mean, its not like we haven't seen each other's, you know and all now." "Naw, man," he said groping himself openly now, one hand under his balls, "go for it. I've been waiting for you to say something. I need to do it, too." Mike and I are guys. We talk sports, politics, cars, and yes even women beyond our own lovely wives. But then there we were looking at one another each with hard cock in hand. "Well, let's do it." We both just quietly sat back on opposite ends of the couch sporting nice hard erections and masturbated. Before long we both had our bare feet up on the table enjoying the video stroking away. It wasn't a few minutes later when I found myself checking out Mike's bare, hard cock as I stroked mine. He may have originally thought his cock was average in length, but the way he was stroking that big 'club' of his now he had to be newly proud of it. I swear it truly had to be the thickest I'd ever seen before in any pictures. It was so thick I couldn't see how he was getting even his big paw around it. I knew for sure Katie could never get a single petite hand around it. That was when I envisioned her on her knees between his legs trying to get that pretty mouth of hers around that thing! How? I went back to watching the on-screen action as it built to another cum fest. The in-person jerking off was building, too. "So do you like to masturbate a lot?" Mike abruptly asked. "Uh, kinda." I continued to stroke away as I looked over at my buddy. "I will say that although I am a happily married man, masturbation is still very important to me." "I can tell." He said as he nodded down between my legs. "So, Jim?" "Yeah?" He paused and looked down at my hand on my hard manhood, "You want me to help you with that?" "What?" "I was just thinking...I don't know, since the wives aren't here to help...uh, we could help one another." He continued to stroke himself as he watched my fist go up and down my shaft. "So do you...you want a hand?" "Are you kidding?" "No. I mean it. I've been kind of wondering some things...about myself." "You really into that?" He shrugged, "Not really, never have done it, but right now without Katie here to do it..." He paused again. "I can't seem to get off on my own. Not that I'm bi or anything, you know." "I know. I'm not either. But, I guess it would be nice to, uh, get an assist. Joan doesn't blow me, but she gives one helluva a fantastic handjob." "Well?" He looked at me very seriously. "Um... I don't know... I guess..." I thought carefully. "What do you have in mind?" "Well, maybe, we could start like this..." and as my best friend's hand wrapped around my hard cock, I felt like I would faint. We were silent for a moment. The only sound in the room was that of the porn on TV just barely louder than our mutual heavy breathing on the couch. "Is that okay?" I heard Mike ask as his big hand fully wrapped around me, stroking up and down. "Yeah...yeah that's good." I sighed and tensed, feeling my cock swell in his big fist. "Oh, yeah, that's real good." It was weird at first looking down to see another guy's hand gripping my erection. My best friend's hand was really big and it looked so strong around my manhood. He stroked me slowly, "Are you sure?" "Man this feels damn good," I replied and just sat there to let him masturbate me. I totally forgot about watching the movie after a couple minutes. I just watched his hand on my cock and enjoyed the sight and sensation. My head lolled over in pure pleasure. That is when I saw that he had stopped stroking himself. I reached down to his crotch, my hand sliding under his hard cock until it lay in the palm of my hand. I glanced up and saw him smiling as I closed my fingers around his shaft. "I guess I should help you, too." Mike let out a little moan and his cock twitched in my hand and began to grow again. Rubbing up and down his shaft I got some more pre-cum to ooze out the tip and I used it as lubrication. My heart thumped in my chest as I watched acutely for any further reaction from him. "Mmmmm, that's good." Mike sighed, "Katie can be a bit delicate sometimes. You've got a good strong grip, feels good..." Soon Mike began to relax under my touch. Slowly but surely I began enjoying the feel of another man's cock under my fingers and when my thumb smeared some of his pre-cum down its length it brought further low groans of pleasure from him which actually spurred me on. Encircling his shaft with my fingers, just the way I pleasure myself, under the ridge of his cockhead I drew them down to the base of his shaft into the graying black of his pubic hair. "How's that?" I asked. "So far so good," he replied with a heavy breath. I ran my hand up and down his very thick shaft. "Damn! Oh yeah!" he shouted. "Go for it!" I leaned forward and held him in both hands. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it to the side as I stroked him and the fully engorged head slid through my fingers. I managed to fully grip that thick, veined penis in my hands and eagerly pumped up and down his shaft. Bi-Curious Dads He sighed deeply. "Damn! That's nice! Mmmmm..." He said gasping. I tightened my grip and executed full long strokes. Then I stroked faster. Mike leaned back and lifted his butt pushing his cock up through my fist. "Umm....marvelous...but you may want to stop before I pop off, dude." he moaned as I immediately stopped. It wasn't until then that I realized he had stopped stroking me somewhere along the way. I was so into what I was doing for him, I just hadn't noticed. But not having a hand on my cock, his or mine, didn't diminish my arousal. I was still as hard as ever. "Maybe we ought to go do ourselves in private now." Mike came back, "Damn, I wish Katie was here. I'd love her to be doing this instead of me. Better, I'd love to feel her mouth around me right now." "Damn, man. That sounds incredible, although I really don't know what it feels like." "So seriously you've never had a bj?" He turned in the couch next to me and gave me that serious look of his again. "Honestly I've never had one," I said. "I bet I could do it." My heart and breathing stopped and my eyes had to have bugled. "What makes you say something like that? You bi after all?" "Hell no! But how hard could it be?" "You really want to suck my cock?" "Think about it. Maybe it's like they say about women and oral sex, who knows a pussy better than another woman. So rightly who knows more about a cock and how a blowjob should feel than a guy, right?" "Yeah, you may be right." I settled back in the couch both a little uncomfortable about where this was headed, but also extra horny over the thought of getting a real blowjob; even if it was from my best friend, a guy. I could see my cock throb as my heart beat so hard with anticipation. He began stroking me again and before I knew what was happening he bent down to touch my cock head with his lips. I couldn't think and I couldn't move. I'd never had a woman's mouth on me like that so I had nothing to compare it to. But when he wrapped his lips around my cock I nearly shouted out loud! "Damn! Mike!" Then I went silent and looked up at the TV. The 'Special Features' on the DVD must have finally ended as the screen had gone black. For the next few moments I looked down at Mike devouring my hard cock and thinking about all the blowjobs Joan had never given me. I had seen photos, movies and videos of them always fantasizing what it would be like to have my cock in her mouth. Now here I was with it in my best friend's mouth! I sat up to get more comfortable and Mike stopped. He looked up at me with a concerned look, "Are you alright?" "I've never felt better, just had to get more comfortable." But the pause did give me a moment to settle back into the couch and calm down a bit. "Are you sure you're okay?" "Ummm yeah, just go slow." "Hope you like it." Mike whispered as he lowered his head back toward my hard-on. "My wife sucks great cock, maybe I've learned something." "Your wife sucks a great cock if she does it like you," I said. "Thanks," Mike said before he got back to business. I just settled back and watched him do his work. After running his tongue up and down my length, Mike stretched his mouth open and sank it down over my knob again. In a matter of seconds he had swallowed my swollen cock head and first few inches of my hard shaft. The incredible sensation made my whole body tremble. I knew if I had been standing my knees would have buckled. I gazed directly into his eyes and nodded wanting him to press forward. I also noticed his other arm moving and realized he was stroking his own cock in rhythm with his sucking of mine. This was quickly becoming an incredible mutual experience! As I watched Mike he seemed he was lost in his own pleasure of pleasing me and stroking himself. He continued to suck me taking me deep sometimes then shallow with lots of tongue for a couple of minutes. I was feeling myself swelling and by now was wanting to cum so bad. I was getting close... "I'm going to cum!" I warned him. But he kept sucking. "I'm going to cum, Mike." I said much louder this time. Finally, he abruptly stopped and left me rock hard and feeling bigger than I had in ages. He reached back and took hold of the ruler again and put it up beside my now wet shaft. "Damn, if I don't think you must be longer now." He looked down. "Yep, not much but you're only a tick away from seven and three quarters stud." "I guess you can suck a mean cock there, Mikey." That name was what Katie called him when she was either in a pissy mood or a very, very sexy mood at least when Joan and I were around anyway. It got a big smile out of him. "Thank you, sir. I don't know what I was expecting but it almost seemed to come natural." He sat back on the couch. "Your pre-cum is mighty salty though." He made a loud smacking of his lips. "All I know is if you had gone on much longer you'd have had the real thing blasting inside your mouth. I was this close to cumming." I held up my hand and put my thumb and index finger less than an inch apart. "Yeah I thought so, I felt you swell up good at the end there. That's why I figured you must have grown some." "I swear I've never measured myself that long before. I guess I'm still not as old as I feel, at least in that department." "I guess not." It was then I looked down again and found Mike still stroking away on his hard shaft. He really was thick. Having my hand around it earlier was such a different sensation than when I had my hand around my hard cock. For some reason I was thoroughly curious as to how Katie could get that monster between her lips. I licked my own as I stared at it. "So, I guess I should take a turn, huh?" I said as he continued to stroke himself. "I wouldn't be adverse to a good suck from my buddy." "The only experience I've had is what you just gave me so this should be interesting." I said as I got to my knees on the floor and took hold of the base of Mike's most impressive cock. I leaned up and came eye to eye with the monster. "Well, here goes." I moved my head closer to his erection and held my tongue out. I closed my eyes as prodded his cockhead with the tip of my tongue. I tasted the pre-cum immediately and it wasn't what I'd imagined it'd be. It wasn't as slimy as I thought. It was salty like he said mine was though. I slide my tongue all over his cock head and it made him jump. "Oh! Damn!" His cock bumped against my lips and without any more thinking I opened my mouth and let him in. "Jeezzzz......arghhhh......." He groaned as I flicked the tip of my tongue against the sensitive spot on the underside of the crown. Hearing him gasp I thought to myself I must have been doing something right. I had taken the plunge! So I licked a little more of it with each stroke of my tongue. He groaned and moved his hips up more. I took a little more into my mouth but it was tougher as his thick shaft stretched my lips almost as far as they would go. I was struggling with wanting to just suck it at all, but I also wanted to see how far I could take him. Mike was patient and I tried to be as good to him as he was to me. I tilted my head back and slowly took him in more. I could feel his cock head push back against my throat. I had that tickle I knew was going to trigger a gag reflex so I backed off. I took a breath before I eased him back in. Finally his bushy pubic hair tickled my lips and nose and all I could see was his belly button in front of my face. By the way, the man does have a pretty good set of abs, up close! When I finally got my mouth full, I held it there for a moment and savored the feeling. I couldn't savor the taste as I couldn't swallow. But my mind was going a thousand miles a minute. An hour earlier I had been almost slobbering over the girls on the television and now here I was sucking my best friend's cock! I pulled about halfway back licking the shaft as I went. I applied a nice even pressure which obviously worked for Mike as he let out a hearty moan. "Damn my cock feels good, do it, do it, suck it," he mumbled. "Katie never did it like that." I found that particularly sweet spot on him that I enjoy having touched and immediately I felt Mike shudder. "Oh man! Where'd you learn to do this?" I again engulfed most of Mike's thick cock with my mouth and began sucking in earnest. I slowly moved my mouth up and down on it, while sucking it as best I could. In just a few more seconds I felt it throb and pulse in my mouth. I looked up over Mike's body and saw his eyes were closed. He also had a very satisfied look on his face. Mike's breath caught and I heard a whispered, "Please..." I could tell he was getting as anxious to cum as I was earlier. He put his hands to either side of my head. "Maybe you better stop." I only sucked him harder. But he started gasping and jerking before he forcefully pulled me off him. I came off with a loud 'Pop!' "Damn! Damn! Damn!" Mike uttered his cock bobbing between his legs, my saliva dripping down in three silvery strands. "What? You alright?" I said, sitting back on my haunches and wiped my lips and chin. "Oh yeah, almost too good." Mike breathed hard and looked down past his throbbing cock and into my eyes. "I don't think you wanted my cum in your throat either, dude." I actually had to sit there and think about that comment for a few seconds. I hadn't really thought that far ahead I suppose. Not sure I would have. I'm also not sure if some part of me did want to taste my best friend's cum. Yes, I will confess I've tasted mine a few time over the years. More than once in my younger years it even aroused me enough again to jack off once more. At that memory I took my hard cock back in my hand. It was throbbing and hot. Mike was already pumping his up and down and breathing heavier by the second. As I watched him I almost instinctively reached out and began to swirling my palm around Mike's bulbous cock head, smearing the massive quantity of pre-cum he'd produced again along with my remaining saliva all over the large mushroom crown. Mike groaned and lay back releasing his cock. I slid my hand down the hard, wet cock. I was stroking myself with my left hand and stroked him with my right. A cock for each hand! I couldn't believe what I was doing and just how much I enjoyed it. I was so hard and horny, I was beyond hot. It was an unbelievable feeling having a hard cock in each hand. I was jerking myself off to the same rhythm I jerked Mike. "Oh yeah that's it. Keep doing that," Mike called out. I was jerking us like crazy and we were both breathing hard. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. Damn, I was so looking forward to cumming. "Hmmm, hmmm," he moaned as I began jerking us both in earnest. "You ready...to cum...yet, buddy?" I asked between heavy breaths. "Oh yeah," he said. "I'm...almost...there...my friend!" I stroked us both for maybe another minute until I felt his cock start to thicken and get even harder in my hand. I knew he was on the verge of cumming. In the next second he confirmed it. "Ahhhh...ggggg, oh fffuuuu...!" Mike cried out and then a string of thick, milky white, semen fired from the tip of his cock, arcing up in the air then splashing down across my forearm. "Oh fuck yeahhhhh." "Oh, damn!" I exhaled, as I kept pumping his cock and the next shot flailed across his stomach. Third warm stream of jizm hit the back of my hand. "Yeaaassssss..." Mike groaned until the last of his hot cum oozed out onto my hand. Then it was like the world exploded around me, my eyes closed and I moaned at the pleasure I was feeling. My self-stroking pace quickened further along with my heartbeat. My stomach muscles tightened. "Oohhhh, I'm going to cum..." I reared back, jutted my hips up and fisted my cock voraciously. "Oh, yeah, oh yeah..." I let loose with my own jet of cum, then another and another. It became one of the best orgasms I'd had in awhile with huge amounts of cum streaming up in the air before splashing down on Mike's legs and stomach. The last oozed out over my hand and ran down over my balls. I finally sat back until I could catch my breath. When I opened my eyes I stared right, eye level at Mike's soft, cum covered cock. I suddenly felt a weird sense of pride as I realized I had just made another man cum! "Are you okay?" I asked. He nodded then reached over for his beer. "Kinda took me by surprise," he said. He took a long slug of beer. "Well?" I finally said. "Was it as good as you thought it'd be?" "Oh yeah." He drained the bottle. I raised both hands up in front of me and inspected the several thick wads of his semen globbed over my knuckles and fingers. "I've never had this much cum on me before. Of course, it's the first time I've had more than just my own cum on my hands." "What are you talking about, I'm the one that took the cum shower," he said as he stretched out his legs on either side of me and then ran a finger through the streaks and globs of cum from both of us on his stomach." "I wonder if there ever was ever a discussion on volume and distance of our ejaculations?" I exclaimed and we both had a hearty laugh as we lay there cum all us. We both sat there exhausted when my cell phone rang. It about scared us both out of our bare skin. I wiped the cum from my hand onto my shirt and reached over to pick up my cell off the side table. It was Joan. "Uh, hi hon. What? Oh, uh, just drinking a couple of beers, watching a movie." I looked guiltily up at the blank screen of the television. "Okay, see ya in a half hour or so." I flipped the phone back and sat it down then sat back and took a huge breath. "So, what was that all about?" Mike said still there with all our cum smeared on him his finger still running through it. I smiled, "The ladies are running behind. They didn't want us to worry." "If they only knew, they were the furthest worry form our minds a couple minutes ago." We busted out into laughter once more. For me, it was a laughter of relief along with a dodge to what nervousness was building again with us both sitting there naked next to one another. "Uh, time for a shower I suppose." Mike offered up. I could hear the nervousness in his voice. We took separate showers. We both dressed in shorts and t-shirt again before sitting back in front of the TV. We were watching the local news, as the cable had come back on, when the wives came home. They walked in loaded down with bags and boxes from their annual beach shopping spree. "Did you boys behave?" My wife asked as she plopped her loot on the dining room table. Mike and I looked at each other. "Yep," we said in unison. Katie walked over and kissed Mike on the cheek. "So what did you boys do besides drink beer all night?" "Guy things." Mike replied. "Yeah, we did guy things, you know?" I added as Joan leaned down and pecked me on the cheek. Then looking over at Mike we both grinned broadly at one another.