I originally wrote this story for an e-group that I started on the topic of measuring of manhood. It's a true story about my own experience. I hope that you like it. Any comments are welcome to nonso_perche@hotmail.com
A number of years ago I was living as an exchange student in a Mediterranean country. The family I was hosted by lived in a small flat. The parents slept in a pull-out sofa in the living room, the sisters shared a room, and the brother, who was about one year younger than me (I was 24) shared a small room.
The brother, let's call him Marco, and I became friends right away, but I at first didn't tell him that I was gay. He was mildly athletic, with a nice, medium build, olive complexion, and beautiful eyes and a killer smile. I have to admit that I'm a real sucker for Mediterranean men!
At first I just kind of lusted after Marco, but I soon developed feelings for him, as well. Sharing a room was torture as I saw him every night strip to his bikini shorts before turning off the light. Often he would wake up with a bulging hardon and a time or two it even peaked out from the top of his undies, making my mouth water.
Eventually I did come out to Marco and he was incredibly and surprisingly undisturbed by the fact that he had been sharing a room with a gay guy. In fact, he seemed interested and had a lot of questions for me regarding what kind of men I liked, what my sexual fantasies were like, etc.
One night Marco was reading something to me from a book about sexuality he had found somewhere. There was an essay about penis size. I asked him if he had ever measured himself. He said no, that he hadn't, which surprised me. I thought that just about every guy our age had. He said that he never really thought about it.
The discussion went on, I got hornier and hornier and then we went to bed - each in our own. Boy was I frustrated. That night I waited until I thought that Marco was asleep and jerked off under the covers thinking about our conversation.
As the months went by, Marco would occasionally flirt with me or drop some little sexual innuendo about how he'd enjoy being molested by me, but at the same time he kept some distance, never quite inviting me into a sexual encounter.
Then the eve of my departure back to the USA came. I was terribly sad that I would be leaving the beautiful country, the great family and friends, and most of all Marco.
That night he and I talked for a long time after his sisters and parents had gone to bed. Late into the night he conversation again turned to sexual matters. Marco confessed to me that our conversations always made him get hard. The surprise of this comment brought a lump to my throat and made my already hard dick throb (of course, they always got me going, too!).
After a brief silence I said, "Really, are you hard now?" He said, "Yes!" I didn't even ask for proof and Marco pulled back the covers and showed me his body including his fabric-clad bulge that was shifted up and to his left. Then he asked if I were hard also. I also pulled back the covers. I, too, was wearing a pair of bikinis, but they didn't quite contain my excitement.
Suddenly Marco jumped out of bed and exited into the dark hallway. I heard him fumbling in a closet near our bedroom door. When he reentered the room he was walking with his pelvis thrust out and a tape measurer from his mother's sewing kit in his hand. He walked up the narrow aisle between our beds and, with mock coyness, turned away as he pulled down the front of his underwear and started to measure himself.
I said, "aw, that's not fair! I want to witness. Otherwise how do I know you'll tell the truth?" Marco turned around and stood there with his beautiful cock pointing right at me. He handed me the tape measurer and said, "Here, you measure for me.". With hands trembling from excitement, I took the tape measurer and stretched it over the top side of his dick from the dark, thick pubic bush to the tip of the head. I read the measurement of 17 cm to him (that's about 6.75"). I also made a comment about his foreskin as I ran my fingers over it. Then he asked me to measure his girth. I stroked his dick a few times, explaining that I wanted to be sure that it was at its largest, then wrapped the measurer around his hot cock at it's widest point and read that it was about 14 cm around.
Then Marco told me, "Now it's your turn." He took the tape measurer and told me to drop my underwear. Being the agreeable person that I am, I immediately obeyed. He took the measurer to my cock, which I thought might shoot as soon as he came near it. At first he joked around taking the measurement from the point at the base of my ball sac to the end of my circumcised member to add to the length (I think that he was just trying to draw the game out). While joking he placed the measurer along the length under my dick , under my balls to the base of the nut sac. Then he took the proper measurement and read out 15.25 cm (just over 6").
"But" he said, "I bet you're bigger than me around!" So he took the measure and stroked me dick a few times, repeating my explanation that he was making sure it was its biggest, and then measured my girth, reading out, "16 cm."
That out of the way, we kept talking about size and whether or not it was important. The whole time though, we were both playing with ourselves. Marco sat down on my bed next to me. He suggested, "why don't we finish these off before we go to sleep?".
We both sat back and continued jerking off, occasionally reaching over and helping the other out, playing with each others' hairy balls, rubbing the other's chest, or stroking the other's cock a few times, using our spit as lubricant. The feeling of his cock in my hand was electric, and the feeling of his hand on my cock the same. Before long I shot a huge load all over my stomach and his hand and arm.
I moved to a position where he could lay his head on my lap. From there I used one hand to run through is thick, dark hair while the other ran up and down his body a few times before settling on his cock and working him to an orgasm.
When we had both rested a bit, Marco and I kissed passionately for a little while before we cleaned up and he returned to his bed.
Extremely early the next morning Marco and his father drove me to the bus station where I would catch the bus to the airport. As I boarded the empty bus with my luggage, I looked back at Marco and his father on the side of the road. Marco's father turned away and Marco made a jerking off gesture to me as his final wave goodbye. I laughed, waved and thought about that last night for the whole trip back home. And I still think about it!
I hope you liked this story. As I said, it is absolutely true. Your sincere comments are welcome.