My wife, Liv, and I moved into our house 3 years ago with our two daughters. It’s the kind of neighborhood you would envision people living the “American dream” – well-built 80’s houses, plentiful mature trees, lots of families, and streets filled with friendly neighbors and playing children.
We were able to move to this house in our early 30s due to some fortunate promotions that I received at work. It’s been a dream come true!
My wife and I both work full-time and have a solid, happy marriage. Of course, both working and raising two kids comes with routine stress, however, we make it work. My wife is a beautiful redhead. She’s no model, but she is also charming and a delight to the eyes. She has long legs, skinny ankles, and beautiful C-cup breasts with perky nipples.
While our marriage is solid, sex has been an up-and-down adventure for us. We’ve had seasons of regular, satisfying sex, and we’ve had dry seasons. These sexless seasons have either been brought on by the busyness of life or some less-than-stellar encounters in the sheets that left my wife unsatisfied.
I’ve always been faithful to Liv. I want her to be happy, and if I was ever unfaithful, I would completely shatter her trust. However, as life has gotten busier, and our dry spells have become more frequent, my mind has started to wander to new ideas of how to make Liv happier.
Lately while jerking off, I’ve noticed myself gravitating towards porn where the men have big cocks. I’ve come to realize my new obsession with these men is two-fold. First, I’m only average in the cock-size department, coming in at about 5.5 inches and even less impressive in girth. I’ve found myself wondering if Liv would enjoy a bigger cock since I’m the only man she’s ever been with. Would she be enticed by the idea of having her pussy filled by a larger man?
Second, I’m coming to terms with that fact that I’m not only interested in these big cocks on behalf of my wife, but also because they look appealing to me. My mind has started to wonder what it would feel like to have a big cock in your hands? Would it feel weighty? What about in your mouth? Could I get it into my throat? These curiosities have ignited a new flame in me, a burning desire to find out.
About a year ago, we had some new neighbors move in down the street. It’s a younger couple, in their late 20s, who are just starting a family. They have a 2-year-old son who loves to play in their driveway. Brock and Erin are both very fit and attractive. Brock is a bit over 6 feet, looks to be around 190 pounds, and athletically built. Erin seems to be around 5’9” and is a trim, built blond. She has the look of a team captain for a female sports team. She’s nice to look at.
Since Brock and Erin moved in, we’ve occasionally said hi and had some short conversations in the yard but nothing more. They’ve always been very friendly and polite. Brock is often in the yard working, either in a cutoff shirt or shirtless. As the year has gone on, I’ve found myself staring down the street at him. I have to catch myself and remind myself to play it cool… can’t get stuck in a daydream and have Liv walk up. That might lead to an awkward conversation.
Things went on like this for the first year, until things suddenly changed. It was May and the weather was getting much sunnier and warmer. People were flocking to their yards and streets to enjoy the sun. I was outside with my younger daughter when she saw Brock and his son playing in their driveway. I could tell she wanted to go play with his son, so I walked her down. As we walked up he shouted a “Hello!” My heart jumped a little bit when I realized Brock was in a swim trunks playing with his son in a sprinkler.
“Hey, Brian, how’s it going?” Brock said as we walked up.
“Great! Can’t beat this weather,” I responded. I immediately noticed Brock’s body. It was glistening from the sun and wetness. His abs were defined but not huge. However, as my eyes continued downwards, I noticed something I hadn’t ever before… there was a very noticeable bulge in his blue swim trunks. I could see the shaft of his cock extending down his left thigh. My eyes lingered in the silence. I was lost for a moment, transfixed by what I was seeing combined with my sudden vivid imagination.
Brock shifted his stance a bit and piped up, “Uh, you alright, dude?”
I snapped out of my daze and looked up at his face, suddenly realizing I had just stared at his cock for who knows how long. I immediately felt hot with embarrassment, but tried to play it cool. “Yeah, man, sorry, just had a long day at work and remembered something I forgot to do.”
I think he could tell I was covering for my staring at his cock, but he shrugged it off and chuckled, “Ah yeah, totally get that.”
Brock stepped over to help his son with a toy and then stood back. The universe must’ve been playing a sick joke on me because Brock’s bulge became more prominent in his new position. It was as if a magnetic field had trapped my eyes… I looked down again, not being able to help myself.
You can shrug off one time, but twice… Brock definitely noticed this time. “Man, is there something I can help you with? You keep looking… down.”
Once more, I came back to, and once again felt the sting of embarrassment. What was happening to me? It felt like I had no control of my body. I didn’t know how to recover. I needed to get out of this situation! “I’m so sorry. I think maybe I don’t feel too good. I’m going to run home.”
I quickly grabbed my daughter’s hand and led her to the street to walk home. Thankfully, Brock said some form of a goodbye as we made our exit, which made me think maybe not everything was ruined.
We got back to the house, and my mind was racing, somewhat with fear, mostly with excitement and desire. Liv was playing with our other daughter in the living room. As kindly as I could, I offloaded our little onto her and made a quick escape to the upstairs. I locked myself in the bathroom, dropped my drawers, and started rubbing my cock. Within seconds I was rock hard and so very horny. My mind filled with the memory of his bulge, and then tried to make out scenarios with it. It took all of 2 minutes to cum and I exploded into the toilet, writhing in newfound passion.
While Brock had been cordial in our awkward encounter, I still found myself trying to avoid him for the next week. What if he suspected something and told Liv? That would lead to either a lot of lying or divorce…
However, two weeks later on a Saturday afternoon, Liv took the girls for a play date. She pulled out of the driveway and I settled in the living room for a movie. About 20 minutes after their departure, I heard a knock at the door. It was Brock. I hesitantly walked up to the door, panicking that this was it… he was going to call me out and take me to court over my misgivings.
I opened the door. He was wearing a normal May outfit: shorts and a t-shirt. Brock said, “Hey, Brian! Um, would you mind if I came in to chat about something?”
“Uh…” My mind suddenly raced with horrific thoughts, but I needed to respond, “Of course, Brock. Please, come in.”
We made our way to the living room. I turned off the TV and asked, “Want anything to drink?”
“No, thanks though.” We took seats on the couches across from each other. As he sat, his bulge became visible again. However, I kept my cool and quickly averted my eyes back to his.
He started, “How are things between you and Liv?”
I was a bit caught off guard by the question. It wasn’t what I anticipated, and it was oddly personal. I said, “Good, man! We are relatively happy, we love our children, and we’re thankful for our jobs. Life is often stressful, but we make it work!”
He responded, “Good, good! You both seem like great people.”
I eased up. This was starting out as a very wholesome conversation. Or at least I thought.
He kept going, “So, I’m going to cut right to the chase here. And I know this is awkward, but I’m not someone to beat around the bush.” He paused for a moment and continued, “Man, I saw you looking at my junk the other week. Not just once, but twice. It was very noticeable.”
He paused to see my reaction. I felt my face go flush, and my heart started to pound in my chest. My mouth felt dry. What should I say? Is this where the lying starts? Or should I just come clean and see what he says next?
He had been so friendly up to this point, so I erred on the side of honesty. “Yeah, um, you’re not wrong. I apologize, Brock. It was really not cool of me to do that.”
He shifted a bit in his seat and said, “Okay, I appreciate your honesty, but I have to ask why, though?”
Since my first foot forward was to be honest, I couldn’t help myself but to continue down that path. I said, “I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. While Liv and I are happily married, I’m not the most… exciting of lovers. I’m very average if you catch my drift. So when I walked up and your bulge was as noticeable as an elephant would be in my yard, I just couldn’t help but look and wonder.”
As my words came out, something seemed to change in Brock. I couldn’t put a finger on it, but it almost seemed like he was… intrigued by what I was saying. He replied, “While I appreciate the compliment, I still don’t completely follow. So, what about my dick made you stare multiple times?”
My heart was still racing. “Well, with my lacking in that department, I’ve become a bit more interested in,” I paused, contemplating whether I was going to actually say my next words but then they slipped out, “big cocks. When I walked up, I noticed that the outline of your cock looked impressive and I’d never noticed before.”
I gathered my thoughts again and then continued, “Brock, I’m so sorry. It was wildly inappropriate, and I hope it doesn’t make you think less of me.”
I saw a twitch in his shorts. Is he… excited? My palms felt sweaty. He finally said, “No need to apologize, Brian. It’s a bit out of left field, for sure. But I get it. You want Liv to be happy. You’re looking for ways to better do that. And there I stand with what you’ve been dreaming about.”
I couldn’t tell where the conversation was going. I never imagined that I’d be sitting in my living room talking to Brock about his cock, yet here we were. I had no idea how to proceed, but he wasn’t trying to end the conversation. With some hesitation, I said, “That’s spot on. I was just curious.”
Brock said, “Curiosity can be a great thing! Now, I’m wondering, is this curiosity because you want Liv to experience a big cock?” The tension in the room became palpable. “Or, is it partly because you, Brian, are curious?”
The way he said “Brian” had an inviting tone to it. Is he about to proposition me? The thought sent a shock down my body and into my crotch. My dick twitched in excitement and started to grow. I shifted in my seat to hide my excitement but he knew exactly what I was doing.
I gulped, and after what felt like an eternity, I said, “To be honest, a bit of both.”
Brian immediately followed up, “I’ve never done this before, but you seem like a nice guy. I know we’re having this conversation because you think I might have a big cock. Well, you’re not wrong. I’m very fortunate in that department. It’s one of the many benefits Erin gets to enjoy in our marriage. I’ve known I have a big cock ever since middle school when I started to play sports and change in locker rooms. It wasn’t hard to tell that my dick hung at least twice as far down as every other boys. No one ever talked about it. But they all knew. I love having a big cock.”
Brock could tell I was completely enraptured by his story. I was practically drooling. I thought he would keep talking, but his story stopped. So, I asked, “How big are we talking? Mine isn’t tiny. It’s respectable at about 5 and a half inches. But as I’ve watched more porn I’ve seen some really attractive cocks. I particularly like long, thick, uncut cocks.”
I stopped. Holy crap. What did I just say? I suddenly felt embarrassed. I just admitted to my personal obsession for cocks. Maybe that wasn’t what Brock wanted to hear?
However, it was because he said, “Wow, dude! You really have become interested in big cocks. Seems like you’ve been studying them pretty closely.”
I nodded. “Yeah, and that’s why I was so curious when I saw you in your swim trunks. I instantly wondered if your cock is like the ones I’ve been watching in the porn videos.”
“This might sound crazy. But, it is. And even crazier, my cock is exactly like the ideal one you described; long, thick, and uncut.”
My heart was now pounding so hard it was hard to focus. I almost felt lightheaded. But I also felt incredibly alive! I didn’t know what to say, so I sat in silence, trying not to bust a load in my pants.
Brock could tell I was overwhelmed and not going to speak. He filled the silence, “I know this crosses some boundaries, but we’re two trustworthy dudes who can make good decisions. If you’re so curious, I’d be more than happy to show you what that kind of cock looks like in real life.”
It was as if I just won the jackpot. I felt a level of excitement I had never had before. Did Brock really just offer to show me his dick? In all of my raging emotions, I felt a twinge of doubt, and I suddenly came down from my high. I said, “That’s nice of you, Brock. But I’m not really sure that’s a great idea. I don’t want you to do something for me that compromises your marriage to Erin.”
Brock said, “Oh, don’t worry about it. Erin and I are on another level. I’m not trying to sound conceited but she knows just how lucky she is to live with this cock.” He assessed my reaction and then said, “Brian, man, I can tell you are genuinely curious. And in the end, you’re really thinking about Liv in all of this. There’s no harm, and I’m totally cool with it. I’ll just let you take a look so you can confirm whether my cock is what you’ve imagined. Quick. Easy. And we move on.”
He made it sound so innocent. He was right. There was nothing wrong here. We were two grown men, consenting to the situation. He was just trying to be helpful. I shrugged off my fears and said, “You’re right. Thanks for taking the edge off. I am curious, and you are kindly offering. If you’re still game, I’d like to see it.
Brock smiled, stood u,p and walked over to my couch. He sat next to me. “You’ll have a better view than if I were across the room.”
I nodded. He pulled his shirt up a bit, then grabbed the sides of his shorts. “Alright, man, I hope you enjoy.”
He smiled at me and then pulled his shorts down past his knees. My goodness, he wasn’t lying. His flaccid cock laid down between his legs and onto the couch. It looked monstrous to me, at least as long as my cock when erect. He grabbed his cock and pulled his shaft up onto his left thigh so it was pointing at me. Then he reached down and pulled his balls out so they sat attractively on the leather of the couch.
I was overcome with feelings. I felt as happy as a kid on the last day of school. I just stared, mouth open.
He adjusted it a little bit and after a long time I finally said, “Shit, Brock, you weren’t lying. It’s even better than what I’ve seen in the videos.”
He could tell I was loving his cock. He laughed and said, “I’m glad you like it. As I said, I really like having a big cock. There’s a lot of fun things you can do with it.” My mind instantly started filling in the gaps of “fun things” that could be done with his cock.
He continued, “So you’re impressed now but I’m sure in the videos the cocks are all hard. I think you’d get a better comparison if you saw it hard.”
I couldn’t resist. He was right. I did want to see it hard. But I didn’t want to seem over-eager. “Are you sure? I’ve gotten a look and confirmed my suspicions.”
“Oh, you say that no,w but I’m sure the minute I walk out the door you’ll be kicking yourself that you didn’t see it hard.”
I laughed, “Well, yeah, that’s true.”
Brock rested his hand on his cock and said, “I’m happy to do this for you. Just wait. You think you’re impressed now…”
Brock took hold of his cock and brought up to his stomach. I thought he would instantly go to town stroking it, but he was much more intentional. He passed it back and forth between his hands. Then he licked his finger and rubbed his saliva all around his dick head, under his beautiful foreskin.
He started to stroke, but slowly. He stroked up and down and then he pointed it in my direction and grabbed his cock with his fist, fingers overtop the shaft. He slowly worked it back and forth, letting the foreskin roll up and down his big head. I could see a bit of precum form at the top of his cock. He was clearly very excited from the situation. He rubbed the cum around his dick head and then finally started to stroke more vigorously. His cock continued to harden until it finally stood at full length. It had to be in the ballpark of 9 to 10 inches, and the girth was incredible.
I was wholly captivated and hadn’t noticed that my own hand had travelled down to my crotch. I was slowly rubbing my own cock through my shorts.
Brock moaned a bit as he stroked and then he let go, letting his giant dick rest on his stomach. “Whew, sorry, got a little bit into it there. I just get so excited.”
I said, “No, that’s okay. I was able to see all of the details of your cock, and your nice big balls, and your perfect foreskin. Man, Brock, I can’t lie, your cock looks incredible. I can see why Erin fawns over you.”
“Yeah, I try to not let it go to my head too much. I know it’s not like you asked to be born with an average size cock and I a big one. It just happened. But it’s a gift I’ve been happy to accept and enjoy!”
“I can only imagine. If I had a cock that big, I’d be playing with it all the time.”
He smiled. “Oh, I do. Erin and I fuck regularly and I help myself out on occasion as well. It just feels so good to use and hold in my hand.”
“I bet.”
He shifted so his body was turned towards me. “Hey, I think it’s only fair if you show me your cock.”
I wasn’t expecting him to say that, but I responded, “Really? Why would you want to see mine when yours is so incredible?”
“Oh, don’t knock yourself like that. We all bring different things to the table, and I am sure yours is still nice to look at and pleasurable for Liv.”
“She’s never complained, which I appreciate. Oh, okay. I feel a bit shy to show you, but sure, I’ll do it.”
Brock smiled at me as I pulled my shorts down. I was still rock hard and my cock sprung out of my shorts. He was right, I was still impressive in my own right. I didn’t have the biggest cock, but it was nice to look at and I have sizable balls.
Brock said, “Hey! That’s not bad at all. I bet Liv is plenty satisfied with your cock.” He smiled again, “It seems you were enjoying my show. You are as hard as they come.”
I embarrassingly smiled and laughed, “Hm, I guess so. I do feel pretty excited right now.” I was having a hard time sorting my feelings. What did I actually want here? He had now shown me his cock. That’s what we set out to do, but our cocks were still out and we kept talking. Was this going somewhere?
Brock said, “I know all of this is because you’re thinking of Liv. I respect that. But maybe it would better help you understand what she would experience with a big cock if you experienced a little more yourself.” I gave him a somewhat puzzled look, but he pressed on, “As you can see, I’m still plenty hard and now that I’m revved up, I’d hate to leave without rubbing one out.”
“Are you saying you want to jerk off together?”
He nodded. “Yes, exactly.”
He grabbed his cock again and started to tug at it. “Come on, dude. For real, I either do it here or at home once I leave. You know what comes with this big cock?” I shrugged. “Big loads. I typically shoot a lot of cum. I bet you’d be curious to see that.”
Oh boy, was he right. I was definitely curious. “I suppose you’re right. Okay. I guess that’s okay. But promise me this, this is a one-time deal, and we keep it an absolute secret.”
His smile widened as he started to stroke his cock. “Of course, Brian. Alright, let’s settle in.”
We both adjusted down closer to a lying position. I grabbed my cock and started to stroke up and down. My eyes were locked on his giant dick. I could see veins running from the base of his cock to the tip as he stroked.
He started to lightly moan as he looked at my cock and then into my eyes. He grabbed his cock with both his hands and grabbed hard, slowing his pace. His breath became heavy. He broke the silence and said, “Ugh, Brian, this feels so good. I’m enjoying rubbing my cock while watching yours. You really should be proud.”
I was curious why he felt the need to talk instead of just finishing. I kept stroking but he continued, “If Liv were to experience a cock like this, wouldn’t you want to know what it feels like in your hands?”
While he was right, I also very much understood that he was asking if I wanted to touch his cock. That felt like crossing approximately 43 lines. So I said, “Brock, it’s one thing to look, it’s another to touch each other.”
He said, “Yeah, yeah. I get what you’re saying. But man, this is just so fun and I feel so good. And I can tell you really want to know because you’re curious on behalf of Liv. I just think we’ll both enjoy this experience the most if you help me out.”
I hesitated and then said, “I mean… yeah, I think you’re right. I am curious what your cock feels like. I just can’t believe you want me to touch your cock.”
“I’m not greedy, man. I’m happy to share what I have. I’m for real, you’re a good dude, and I want to help you out. Let’s not miss out on this opportunity if it is a one-time thing.”
In my excited state, I couldn’t argue with that logic. I finally nodded and said, “Okay. I am curious what your big cock would feel like. I’ll do it.”
To be continued…