I'm a 53 year old caucasian man, married for 31 years to the same fine lady. I'm also a bisexual, ***********, ***-guzzling cuckold husband.
Not bragging, but I am extremely well-endowed. By age 14, my **** was as large as it is presently (10.75" in length; 6" in girth). As a teen-ager, most of my male friends were amazed when they caught a glimpse of my ****--and several eventually had the nerve to ask to jack/suck it. Depending on who asked and the circumstances, I would typically agree to the request and proceed to allow the fellow to enjoy 15-20 minutes of jacking and sucking me--almost always concluding with me gushing an enormous volume of my warm ********* in his mouth and/or all over his face , neck, and chest.
My friend Tim was a regular recipient. At 13, he had yet to enter puberty but I had completed that adoloscent development by that same age. Tim was nothing less then mesmerized when I lowered my pants, and we spent many times together naked with my big **** in his hands and mouth. Tim had an older brother, Brad, who was 19 at the time and in the military. After completing boot camp, Brad came home on a 30-day leave before being shipped out to his first assignment.
One afternoon I rode my bicycle over to Tim's house hoping to find him alone at home. I was really in need to receive a good suck-off and knew that Tim was always more than willing to provide that. Brad answered the door, informed me that Tim and their mother were at the mall but should be home soon, and invited me to come inside. I didn't know Brad very well. He was 6 years older than me and Tim, and usually did his best to avoid us--so Brad's invitation to stay surprised me.
Brad and I talked a few minutes-he told me about his boot camp experiences, etc ., and then asked me to join him in his room upstairs-saying he wanted to show me something. We went upstairs to Brad's room. He reached under the bed, and pulled out a hand-full of pornographic magazines.
"You like ****?" he asked. "Sure," I replied. Then Brad proceeded to show me page after page of men and women sucking and *******. He showed me pictures of women being **********, group sex, 3somes--you name it. He even had some gay magazines with pictures of men sucking/******* and eating *****. It didn't take very long at all for me to get a huge erection. I was wearing a pair of gym shorts with no underwear--and my hard **** was quite obvious.
"You're pretty fired-up, aren't you?" Brad said as nodded at my erection. "Yeah-I guess I am," I responded.
Brad continued. "Tim said you had giant **** but I didn't believe him. He's always lying about ****, you know. Anybody's got a big **** compared to his." I didn't reply.
"So how big is it?" Brad asked. "Well," I said as I looked at a photo of a man ******* a woman while he was sucking a big ****, "I ain't no child-let me put it that way."
I think Brad was surprised at my bravado. He was more accustomed to me being somewhat intimidated by him.
"Pull it out and let me see it," he said in a monotone.
"Whatever," I replied. Then I lowered the front of the gym shorts and held them down. Almost 11 inches of thick **** sprung from my gym shorts and pointed straight up at the ceiling of Brad's bedroom.
"Holy ****!" I recall Brad exclaiming. "That's ******* HUGE, man!!! You're a ******* mule!!
I twisted my hips slightly, which caused my long **** to slowly sway back and forth. Tim liked to watch me do that--usually when he was on his knees about to suck it. My thinking was that perhaps Tim's older brother might enjoy the same spectacle.
"Play with it if you want to," I said. "I won't tell anybody." I knew if Brad accepted my invitation that it was more than likely his lips would soon be wrapped around my ****--and that I would enjoy the blow-job I had come for--albeit not from Tim but his older brother.
Without comment, Brad wrapped a hand around my shaft and started stroking. He never looked up. Within a minute Brad eased down to his knees. Then he looked up and said, "I'm gonna suck you off."
And he did exactly that--and did a wonderful job. Brad sucked and jacked my big **** for at least 10 full minutes without interruption. The only sounds heard were the slurping and gurgling of his saliva as I ****** his drooling mouth like a wet ****. Eventually I unleashed copious amounts of *** into Brad's open mouth--he swallowed all he could--the rest splashed on his face and chin, then dripped down and formed a small puddle on the carpet.
I sat down on Brad's bed with my gym shorts around my ankles. My **** was laying on top of my left thigh, oozing ***** and still glistening with Brad's saliva. Brad went to the bathroom and returned with a handful of toilet tissue. As Brad sat on the floor and began to wipe up my ***-puddle, I stood back up and rubbed my wet **** on the back of his head and neck--then I shoved it back into Brad's mouth for a few seconds. "Get the last few drops," I directed. I could feel Brad suck some more.
"We're home!!" A voice said from downstairs. It was Tim and his mother returning from the mall. I pulled up my shorts and Brad got up. We walked downstairs after Brad tossed the ***-soaked tissue in the toilet.