Ever since I hit adolescence, I've been secretly obsessed with, in general, the male body, and more specifically what certain guys, I come in contact with, might look like naked.
As we journey through life we come in contact with thousands of individuals. Some only briefly, like fellow diners in a restaurant, the good looking guy sitting next to you at the movies, the shirtless dude at the beach on vacation. Then there our those who we come into contact with on a fairly regular basis; the guys you call coworkers, the people you are blessed to call friends, your brother-n-law, your favorite waiter at a restaurant you frequent, and even the guy who accompanies his wife to her annual staff Christmas party.
I have a large list of casual acquaintances, friends, fellow employees, and even kinfolk, who are nice looking and I would absolutely love to know what they each looked like naked. Are they hairy or smooth, are their flaccid cocks cut or uncut, what do their balls look like? I think you get the picture. And just to clarify nothing sexual really enters into the equation, I'd actually prefer being able to view his cock in its flaccid state. Maybe you could call me a voyeurism want-to-be, I don't know.
Okay so, with all that being said, let me finally get to the point. I know that my chances of ever getting to see any of those people listed above naked is nearly none existent.
One week ago I came across a Craigslist ad with the following subject line, "Male looking for a Friend." I responded with a "Are you looking for a male or a female friend?" To which he replied, "Either one is fine."
We seemed to connect and continued the conversation over the next several days, emailing back and forth several times a day. He asked to meet me somewhere to just talk, as his wife was out of town, but I was hesitant at this early stage.
Over the course of the conversations we each shared details about past and current problems in our marriages, our past experiences involving other dudes, our joys, our pains, our fears and our desires . We seemed to really hit it off. The foundations for a friendship were forming, it appeared fate had brought us together for a reason. On about day three, I put two and two together and was able to determine, with about 90 percent certainty, that I knew the individual to whom I was texting. Actually, he and his wife had been on my back porch, on a couple of occasions, during holiday celebrations. I had done some substitute teaching, at a point, and I'd had both of his sons in my classes. His wife had worked for my wife. The situation suddenly got very complicated.
I composed an email disclosing to him that I thought I knew who he was, that if he was who I thought he was, we were acquaintances and further, that meant I also knew his wife, and his sons. I told my new friend that I thought it was best that maybe we not meet face to face and that I just remain in the shadows. That way, I would never know, for sure, who he was and he would not know who I was either. We could carry on and remain anonymous. I pondered whether to send the message for a couple hours before finally hitting send.
I just a few minutes I received a reply back filled with anxiety, dread and remorse. I had apparently caught him off guard and he professed to be in the middle of a full blown panic attack because of my disclosure. I assured him over and over that I was no threat to him. But nothing I said calmed his nerves. He even left work shortly after reading it and confessed he had gone home a opened a beer. He asked me over and over who I was, and that it was only fair, given I knew his identity, that he knew mine as well.
I didn't know what to do at this point, but I did know my new online buddy was having a meltdown because of me, and I had to do something in an attempt to stop it. It was only the right thing to do. After all he placed an ad seeking a friend, not a tormentor and that's exactly what I had inadvertently become.
I finally said..."Okay dude. If you'll verify something for me, where I know for certain that you are who I think you are, I'll share my identity with you as well." I thought for a second and asked a question regarding his sons' academics that he answered in a manner that confirmed my suspicions.
A minute or so later I responded back with a "If it will put your mind at ease we can meet this afternoon briefly. I can pretend I need to run an errand. Name's _________ and I've had the pleasure of entertaining you and your wife on my back porch on a couple occasions."
Seconds later came his reply.."Omg! Wow!! That does make me feel better. Wow!!! I would love to be your friend!! I would love to meet you too if you still want."
He pulled up 15 minutes later, at my place of employment, I jumped into his vehicle and he drove a short distance and parked in a remote parking spot. We just sat and talked (he talked, I mostly listened) for 20 minutes or so. As I was sitting beside him listening I realized that I might just have an opportunity to finally know what one of those acquaintance's cock looked like. I mean after all, he'd been to my house, he was an attractive guy with a great personality, and ... the best part was I now knew that he was occasionally, at least in the past, into doing things with other dudes and he might just be willing to show me what he had. All this information was bouncing around in my head, as I looked down and saw the obvious bulge in pants pants. I told him I really needed to get back to work, and as he was driving me back to the entrance, to drop me off, I just sort of, without really thinking... uttered " man, dude I really want to see your cock." He just smiles and said, "You can see it, I'll be happy to show it to you sometime!"
That "sometime" happened exactly one week later. He picked me up at work and asked where I wanted to go, I told him about an old historic, rarely visited cemetery a few blocks away. We made the short drive there and thankfully found it to be deserted. Parking his car so we had a view of anyone entering the drive allowed us a sense of security and privacy. He put his car in park as we made small talk for a couple of minutes and finally said, "so you want to see it?" I responded back with, "you know I do!" He instantly proceeded to pull the front of his pants down, revealing a very nice, perfectly formed 3.5" flaccid, circumcised cock and equally as nice a set of moderately hairy balls. His package was completed by a bush of light brown public hair. By all terms it fit my definition of perfect!
After admiring it visually for a few seconds I asked and received his permission to touch it, and spent the next couple minutes fondling his cock and balls while we talked. While doing so, he asked to see mine too and I briefly removed my hand from his cock to unbutton my pants and pull mine out. In actuality they were somewhat similar, he reached over and played with mine briefly, telling me "You have a nice cock dude." A couple minutes later we both returned the front of our pants to the appropriate positions and he returned me to work. On the way back he told me how much he appreciated my friendship and looked forward to the future.
Before I exited his car, I thanked him for the viewing opportunity to which he responded back with an "You can see it again anytime you want."
As I walked back in the building I pondered all the events that had transpired over the last seven days and wondered where fate would take it from this point on.
I welcome and appreciate comments from readers and if you have any similar stories to share, I'd love to hear them as well.