Penis Chronicles 1

I like my dick. Fact is, I like dick. I’m not sure if I’m one of those straight guys who like cock, or if I’m really bi. Haven’t been with a guy since, well, a long time ago. I enjoyed it then, but don’t know if I’d still be “up” for it. I have a lot of fantasies, about men and women. The common theme is cock, either my own or some characters and stories I make up. The penises have varying experiences: handjobs, blowjobs, sex toys, and they end up in pussies too.

So I’m going to share my fantasies with this audience. I’m sitting in my office, naked, and a story is developing in my head. It’s giving me an erection. I’m looking down on my dick, seeing it laying hard off to the side, with my generous balls below. Let’s see how this fantasy turns out.

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Bob and I were traveling to another of my company’s offices in our area. It wasn’t a long drive but it did take about half an hour. Since Bob lived near the other office and normally took the bus, I said I’d just drop him off after the meeting.

I’m not sure what to make of the guy. He seems to be straightforward about things, but there’s always a hesitancy before he answers. So it was unusual when, during the drive, he just kind of blurted out that he thought I kept good care of myself. Well I do run regularly, and so does he. Just the same, what’s up with that?

I answered, “Well ya gotta keep your health.”

“Not just that”, he said. “You’re a handsome guy.”

Had I said something that keyed him in on me? I’m bi, though I keep that to myself, especially at work. Was Bob warming up to me? This could get interesting. “Not so bad yourself. So… what prompted you to make that observation?”

“Sometimes you just get a feeling about somebody. I apologize if I’m off base, but I get the idea that you’re bi or gay. I’m gay and I just get a sense about people sometimes.”

“No offense taken. Actually, I’m bi, though I’m between relationships now.’

“I’m glad you aren’t offended. I was hoping that would turn out. You wanna get a drink or some chow after work?”

I said, with a big smirk, “Only if your intentions are not honorable.”

Bob laughed, then reached over and put his hand on my leg. My dick started to get hard.

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Those meetings are usually a pain in the ass. One of the guys working on the project is an idiot, and we usually end up explaining things twice or more before he gets it. But we only ran a few minutes over.

We decided where to eat on the way out to the car. Before we left, though, Bob offered a preview of what I might see tonight. “Sounds like fun,” I said. He unzipped his pants and reached in, pulling out a soft sixish-incher with a nice head. “You make me want to get a real close look at that thing.” I was hard already.

Bob asked, “How about you?” I unzipped and fished out my erect cock. I’m seven inches with a slight curve, cut. “God damn. Let’s get some dinner and head to my place.”

We went to a chain restaurant, both of us probably thinking we could get a drink and a meal in a reasonably short time. The chat during dinner was the usual stuff. I did stretch my leg over and rub against his once, that got me a look over the rim of his glass.

At his house, we went to the living room and Bob pulled the blinds. Then he turned around and slowly opened his belt and zip, and dropped his pants. He was wearing short briefs, and his cock was obviously bulging out to the side. I sat on the couch, and he walked over to me.

“Nice,” I said. I took my finger and traced his bulge. Looked like the guy was about my size. He reached down to my pants and felt for the lump. When he found it, he grabbed it and moaned. I pulled down his shorts and exposed him; he was uncut and you could see his head clearly under his foreskin. The whole dick was veiny and looked as hard as a piece of pipe. I wrapped my hand around it and began to slowly stroke.

All the while, Bob kept his hand around my dick in my pants. After I’d stroked him a few minutes, he backed off and knelt in front of me. He opened my pants, and I lifted my ass so he could pull the pants off. With little prelude, he put his hand around my cock, bent down and put his mouth on my man muscle.

I hadn’t had a blow job in months. With this I realized how much I’d missed it. He began to slide up and down on me. Watching his mouth going on and off me, I began to throb. I started to touch his head and around the back of his neck. He reached up with one hand and cupped my balls, which made me moan again.

For a moment, Bob took his mouth off my cock and licked up and down my shaft, then said, “I want your cum so bad. Give me your load.” With that, he put his mouth back on me and started to suck hard. My groin started to tingle and my dick throbbed. He started to tickle my hairy balls, and I started to hump up in time with his mouth. “Oh fuck,” I said. My cum felt like it was starting to boil and my orgasm kicked off. I kept humping up, as my cumming built, he started to suck hard. “Uh, uh, uh…” WHAM, I exploded into his mouth! I groaned with each pump of cum into Bob’s mouth. Then I noticed he was groaning too. He took my full load in his mouth, then sloshed it around my dick. As I was coming down, he paused and swallowed.

When he finally let my cock out of his mouth, I saw why he moaned. When I came, he did too. There was a splash of his cream on his leg, and more dripping off his cock. I reached down and scooped some up and brought it to my lips. Not satisfied with that, I slid off the couch and bent to his cock. Taking it in my mouth, I could taste his jism on his still hard cock.

Now it was my turn to enjoy a cock in my mouth. Bob didn’t really get soft, and I went to work on him. In a minute or two, he was hard again.

In a while, I sucked him off and he did me again too. Turns out we both really like to suck and get sucked. I love seeing a mouth on my hard cock and the feel of a hard dick in my mouth.