Mike and I had been friends for quite awhile. We met playing together in a band, and struck up a really close friendship - very quickly. It was after an evening of rehearsing, when I was really exhausted and upset about a few other members in the band. He came in, sat down and we ended up talking about everything until early the next morning. He was one of those guys that had a warm, rich voice - relaxing to talk to, about six feet with blonde hair, quite a striking face, but a very humble man.
We toured together, always sharing a room with two other guys; we hung around together and always shared a bed during tours. We would talk for hours, touching feet every once in a while, sometimes waking up with our feet across the others, but nothing blatant. I was seeing a woman in the band, and he would pick up girls here and there. But, the guys would share a room and the girls would share a room. We'd almost always end up back in our own rooms at the end of the night - or should I say early morning. He was an unbelievably nice guy, and we could talk about anything.
In the two years I had known him, he was always somewhat bashful about his body - and especially his cock. Believe it or not, I had never seen him completely naked, but I knew from the bulge in his pants or his underwear that he was really well hung - and had a dandy one-eyed monster tucked away.
He never really commented on his looks or the size of his penis - except once, when we were swimming. He brought my attention to snug speedos hugging his enormous bulge. He told me that his girlfriend thought he should wear boxer swim trunks instead as speedos revealed too much of him to everyone. He asked me what I thought, and I said, "Well no one has to wonder what the size of your package is"! But I still never saw him completely naked up to that point. He always turned the other way to change, or would change under the sheets, or in the washroom.
After a year with the band, we both left the biz on a full time basis and moved into the business world. Me landing a job with a huge corporation at the head office, and he with a smaller firm. My company had a fitness centre, so we decided we'd start to meet a couple times a week to work out. The fitness centre was great, as most guys shucked their clothes after their work-out, showered, sauna, and whirlpool nice and naked. This could be my opportunity to see Mike in all his glory.
When arranging our first work-out evening, he asked if he needed to bring an extra towel for the sauna and I told him that most guys are nude in the dressing rooms and sauna. His response was, "well, we'll see"! Later, when we arrived at the dressing rooms, I was full of anticipation of seeing this guy's body, BUT AGAIN, when we got undressed to change into our workout gear, he turned away from me and got undressed and dressed in a mad second. I never got to see the front of his body - naked. So we worked out, for a couple of hours and headed back into the change room. When we got in the room, he excused himself to go to the washroom. I got undressed and went into the sauna.
It seemed like forever before I could see him through the sauna window leaving the washroom and going into the dressing room. It took awhile, but in a few minutes the door opened, and in he came. Everything I had imagined in my head was revealed in front of me - but only for moment.
He sat down and put his leg up to conceal his penis and testicles. So - we talked. Then we were joined by several others who shared in our conversation about nothing in particular. We were the last two to leave the sauna, and as we stepped into the dressing room, the other guys were just leaving. We were alone.
I sat down on the bench start getting stuff from my gym bag. He stood in front of me, talking the whole time about anything. When I lifted my head up from getting my deoderant and brush, there it was in full few in front of my face. It was the most beautiful penis I had ever seen. Long, full, cut, surrounded by a huge fluffy bush of pubic hair, and huge hairy bag. I think I must have gasped, and if I didn't I tried to continue talking while taking nervous breaths. Then I stopped my speech, looked up at him and said, "Man that thing is huge"! He just laughed. So I really have no idea how big it was, but it was that kind of cock that is good and thick, probably 5 inches soft, nice head - just perfect - hanging over his big balls.
I stayed sitting on the bench and got dressed sitting, while he got dressed standing in front of me. He dressed himself by pulling on his t-shirt, shirt, tie, socks, always leaving that huge beautiful cock dangling in front of my face - just inches from my mouth. Then I found it was me who had to conceal himself- with a massive hardon tenting my underwear. I don't know if he noticed or if he would have cared.
Oh, I went home that night and jerked off thinking about that body. Even though he was 29, he had a boyish face, and a nice smooth body from neck to navel. THen suddenly, hair - lots of pubes, lots on his legs and ass. I was in ecstacy thinking about his guy. I jerked off many times that evening just thinking about Mike. When I made love to my girlfriend, I would fantasize many times about Mike sitting above Heather's head, and while I fucked her, I sucked him. It was hot. Our work-outs continued for weeks - twice a week. We'd always make sure we were the last in the sauna or shower room. He always managed to show off his cock any time he could. My favourite, was in the shower, when he stand beside me, thrusting his hips forward while he took forever to soap up his penis and testicles. Always this huge soft cock just dangling there while he played with it.
So we continued working out together, and also dating together. I was engaged to be married to this wonderful woman, whom I was open enough to be with to tell her of my male/male experiences in my past. The four of us would go out together or hang out and one of the other's places, and basically had a great time. We'd all sleep over at the other's house, sometimes Mike and I staying up all night -talking or watching a late movie - ending up sleeping on the couch together, but most of the time, sleeping with our respective girlfriends. I had fallen in love with Heather, and we decided to get married.
A few months passed, and it was my wedding day. He was the only person I had at my side. Getting ready for the wedding, we went to my parent's home to get changed. I was just stepping out of the shower when he came in to the washroom with an obvious erection screaming to get out of his underwear. I commented on his cock again, and said something about why they call the best man the best man. Because he can suck the groom's cock better than anyone! We joked around for a few mintues, and he pushed me down on my knees and pressed his cock into my face for a second, commenting that it should be the groom getting the best man happy so he could look after things properly that day. It was one of those moments that was so blatently sexual, but a joke at the same time. It all had to appear so hetero!
Anyway, he whipped off his undershorts, revealing a beautiful erection - but just for a moment - jumping into the shower. I said to him again, "Mike, your cock is the biggest one I've ever seen in person. Absolutely amazing". He replied that he'd seen bigger. He said next time I play hockey, come into the dressing room and check it out. There's lots of comparison shopping in there. That was one thing I decided to take him up on.
A few weeks later, he was playing hockey, and asked me to join him and the guys for a beer after the game. I told him I'd meet him out front, but he thought I should meet him in the dressing room after the game. So, after watching the game, I went into the dressing room, sitting by the door, having a good view of the guys going in and coming out of the showers. Mike walked up to me half out of his hockey gear, and yelling, introduced me to everyone in the room. Then he leaned in and whispered. "Remember what we talked about awhile ago - you know - size and everything". (I laughed embarassingly - yeah!) So, I'm going to talk to some guys here that I think are a pretty good size. I'll stand beside them, and you take a good look."
My God, I couldn't believe he was actually inviting me to look at cocks. "Fuck off", I said, and pushed him away, but was really excited about it all. Would he do it I wondered? SO as guys are getting showered and stuff, a few are talking to me, and Mike looks over at me winks, puts his hand on this guys shoulder, and stands in front of him, two cocks facing each other.
Mike asked him a question, but when he answered, Mike looked at me for approval. I shook my head, and gave thumbs up to Mike. So it happened with a couple of other guys - but nobody had that perfect cock.
In the car afterwards, I said "I can't believe you really did that"! "Heh, Cliff, I just wanted to show you I wasn't the only guy with a big dick. That was kind of fun, wasn't it"? Then we spent the entire ride talking about dicks, and both of us had hardons. We laughed, and went into the bar - limping.
A couple of months passed after that night, when we didn't see each other for one reason or antoher. Then one night, out of the blue, he popped in for a visit when I was alone and said he was on his way for a swim, did I want to come along. I was preparing a presentation for the morning and couldn't go, so we just chatted for a minute. While we chatted, he said he needed to do some stretch exercises as he'd been sitting all day. As usual, he planted himself in front of me, stretching, bending backwards. Got on the floor, spread his legs, and started doing some pelvic thrusts, showing his huge bulge - then commenting to me that his pants were too tight. I told him that he had to buy pants that could accomodate his huge cock. Embarassingly he replied again that it wasn't that big. Laughter. He invited me over to this house the next night to watch a hockey game on the weekend.
At his home, (which he now shared with his girlfriend) we had a great dinner, sat down and talked a bit before watching the game. His girlfriend had other plans to go out with friends and told us not to wait up for her. We plunked ourselves down in front of the TV. This time, he brought a foot stool over so that we could both share it, but he was obviously trying to get close to me. Instead of sitting on the opposite end of the couch, he sat next to me, continually brushed his feet against mine while we talked and watched and talked. Then during a commercial, out of the blue, he said "Do you still think I have the biggest cock you've ever seen"? I said, "Mike, you're huge". Mike said, "Even after checking out some of those guys in the locker room". "Mike" I said, there is no question. "Well, maybe you better take a closer look just to make sure".
With that, he jumped up, slid off his jeans, and up whapped his cock. He sat down beside me. "Do you still think it's big"? "Fuck man, it's huge"! I said. Then we just sat there for a minute ...him watching the game, slowly stroking his cock, and me staring at his cock and up to his face wondering what to do next. Then bashfully he said (not looking at me), " So, do you want to play with it or something"? This very suprised look came over my face. I burst out in laughter, followed by his laugh, followed by him saying "I think you've wanted to play with this for awhile? Cliff, you're my best friend, if you want my cock, you can have it...I mean not all the time, but you know, you can fool around with it sometimes, okay"?
He turned up the volume of the hockey game, and slumped down on the couch so he could spread his legs further and I would have better access to his dick. I placed my hand on his penis rubbing slowly up and down and around, feeling his balls. This wild electricity shot through my entire body. I looked at his face, and even though he looked embarassed, he had a wicked smile on his face. He was enjoying it. "Are you really okay with this, I asked"? He didn't answer, but just took my hand back to to his cock and kept it on the back of my hand while I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started squeezing and stroking it.
I massaged the head, and his balls, gently rubbing my hand through his pubes. I started to increase the speed and he stopped me asking me if I wanted to do anything else. Was he kidding!!! Of course I wanted to suck him - all night if he' let me!
He looked a little nervous, and then asked if I wanted to try to get it all the way down my throat. No question! He got down on the floor and spread his legs and said - "Go for it". Holding his cock and inviting me in to taste it!
Oh I was there so fast. It must have taken me 20 minutes to get the hole thing down my throat but I did it. 9 inches of beatiful cock, and my nose resting on his pubes. I was in heaven! While he was flat on his back, with his t-shirt and socks on, I was lying flat on my stomach with his cock in my mouth looking up at him smiling down on me. "Does that taste good"? "Do you like sucking on your best buddy's hairy dick"? mimicking a porn actor, he asked inquisitively?
"Better than tonight's dinner" I replied. We laughed a little and he again, fed me his cock with his hand keeping his hand on his cock so he could feel my lips sucking on his meat. I moved down to his hairy sac, and started to suck on his balls. He spread his legs even wider, and started to grind himself into me. Oh, that musky sweaty smell between his legs just drove me nuts. While I sucked on of his nuts, he was dragging his dick all over my face - my eyes, my nose. He was certainly enjoying watching me do his dick. We kept looking at each other as I sucked and licked smiling and playing. What a treat to have your best friend's "straight" cock in your mouth. I decided to take the plunge and started sucking his cock and his nuts like a mad man.
His sweaty man smell was driving me nuts. While I was going crazy on him, I was grinding my cock into the floor, and just spewed like crazy into my jeans. Then he took my head with both hands. We looked at each other and I knew he was about to come. The question was, would I or wouldn't I swallow. I dove onto his cock and he started to fuck my face like a mad-man, filling my mouth with his penis, pubic hair, and part of his sac. Then he held tight on to the sides of my head and just started cumming and cumming. Man, it was wonderful! I licked up and swallowed everything. His taste was delicious. I stayed there for a minute with his cock softening in my mouth. THen, suddenly he jumped up, whipped on his jeans and said, "Let's get something to drink". I was in a stupor from living out the fantasy I'd always wanted. He looked at me and said, "I don't know what that did for you, but for me it was amazing". "I hope that'll keep you for a little while". We both lifted our drinks and clinked our glasses. He drank first, I drank second washing his semen down my throat.
"How does that stuff taste"?, he asked. "Well to be honest, I said, I think you were too far down my throat, I didn't taste your semen. I can feel it in my throat, but I couldn't taste much of anything, but it was great having you down my throat".
"Listen, I just want to try one more thing - can I just slurp on your soft cock for awhile, that is just a major turn-on".
Disappointingly he replied, "not now, but soon". We sat back down on the couch, and watched the end of the game.
Next workout session, we were last in the room again. He walked up to me and said, "I dare you to put it your mouth for one minute".
I grabbed his ass, and pulled him into my mouth. I massaged his balls, I sucked and licked his penis - and he didn't get hard. He just kept his hands on my shoulder, looked down at me and smiled.
I took his big floppy cock out of my mouth and looked up at him, "man you're quite a friend, I said".
"Well Cliff, I have no interest in reciprocating, but if it makes you happy, it makes me happy. You're my best man, and I love you".
"Best man - wait - are you getting hitched too"?
"Yup - and I want you there at my side". We hugged.
Getting past the inital curiosity, and having sucked him off, there didn't seem to be huge desire to always have sex with him, but every few weeks after a work-out, or if we happend to watch a game, with no gals around, he would take out his dick - without saying anything - which was the invitation - or I would ask him, if I could suck him off. Usually he'd say yes, sometimes he'd say no. It was a great relatinoship.
However, within a few months, I got transferred half-way across the country.
He and I comminicate regularly by email. We did meet for a weekend fishing trip which I'll write about next time.
Anyone having stories about their "best man". Email me at cliff6@hotmail.com