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My name is Owen, and now at the age of fifty-eight, I live in Oshkosh, Wisconsin with my wife of thirty-seven years, Emma. We were born and raised in Oshkosh and live frugal lives on my wages as a machine operator at a plastic packaging company, and hers as an elementary school teacher.I’ve always been a rugged, man’s man, and grew up hunting and fishing with my lifelong friends, Oliver (who friends call Ollie) and Henry, who are my age and also work as machine operators at my company. Our families have socialized from the time we were married, and my friends and I still enjoy hunting, fishing, and drinking together. We’re also avid Green Bay Packers fans and for us, splurged buying one share each of the Packers’ stock for two hundred dollars apiece back in 1997, just to feel more a part of our favorite team.Our wives aren’t that interested in football, and us guys go to as many home games as we can get tickets for during the season, usually two or three games, and making the hour drive each way on game days. But at least once a season, we drive up and stay overnight so we can enjoy drinking and getting drunk together, without having to worry about driving home. It was during just that sort of an overnight trip three years ago that the main events in this story began.Game in Late-DecemberWe drove up for an afternoon game in late-December, after having arranged to have Monday off from work, took a taxi to the field after parking at our cheap motel, and we froze our asses off in the stands. The temperature was in the teens, and those aluminum benches can be cold and hard on the ass, even with cushions. We drank beer on the way up there, drank more beer in the stands, and even snuck in plastic flasks with whiskey in our socks to sip on during the game.The booze seemed to help keep us warm and we were all drunk when we walked to a restaurant near the field for dinner, before taking a taxi back to the motel. We had more beer in a cooler in the car, so we continued drinking in our room, which had one queen-sized bed. We asked for a room with two full-sized beds and an additional folding porta bed, but none were available when we made the reservation.It didn’t seem like a big deal for us to share the queen-sized bed, since we had been friends for most of our lives, even though that would be a tight fit for three, six feet tall, burly men, and would allow little room to turn over. I wouldn’t say that we were outwardly homophobic, but we did our share of kidding amongst ourselves about some of the boys in high school and even men at work, who displayed gay mannerisms, but never in a way that the gay guys knew.We did, though, tease each other about sexual matters over the years, mostly about our wives and what we wanted to do with them, and there was even some teasing about our cock sizes. We had seen each other naked many times over the years, starting with taking showers together in high school, since we were all active in sports, and then even sometimes at work.Although we had never seen each other’s cocks on hard, I was teased since my soft, circumcised dick is only about three inches long and thin, and my ball sack is tight, which means my genitals don’t hang at all. But Ollie and Henry have thick, uncircumcised cocks that appeared to be about six inches long on soft, so they dangle and swing freely between their legs, along with nice sets of egg-sized, low-hanging balls.It was embarrassing for me not being well-hung, and I never told them how much I admired and was bahis siteleri curious about their bigger cocks, even though they caught me watching them a few times. They even acknowledged the disparity in our cock sizes in high school, by making comments about wanting to help me satisfy my girlfriend, and later in life about taking care of my wife.We were in the room with the television on, providing background noise, when I made a comment that elicited teasing. I said, “Damn, guys, I was freezing my balls off at the game.”Ollie laughed and said, “Yeah, and that was a bigger problem for Henry and me, with our big balls hanging down. Your dick and balls probably disappeared in the cold. Let us know if you need any help taking care of Emma on some of the cold nights in Oshkosh.”Then Henry said, “You might have to take care of Emma by yourself, Ollie. I’m having a hard time getting it up with this erectile dysfunction (ED) since I’ve been taking these fucking high blood pressure pills. I wouldn’t mind trying though, since my soft cock is probably bigger than Owen’s hard dick, and I could still enjoy those big breasts of hers.”I said, “Yeah, right, you two fucking animals wouldn’t stand a chance at bedding down with my Emma. She dated all of us at one time or another in high school, and she chose to marry me. Having big cocks isn’t as important as a lot of the other qualities I have.”We were drinking much more heavily than usual that night, even compared to our other annual overnight games, and we finally stumbled into bed at about midnight. We were all wearing boxer underwear and t-shirts and it took us a few minutes to get settled in the tight space on the bed. We ended up with Henry in the middle on his back, with Ollie and me on either side on our sides, facing out.Touching Another Man’s Cock for the First TimeI lay there for a few minutes with my head spinning from the booze, and was close to passing out, when I felt Henry turn onto his side, facing my back. I was almost asleep again when Henry rolled farther against my back, and I thought that I felt his soft cock lump pressing against my ass. I lay there frozen for what seemed like an eternity, wondering if he realized what he was doing and if he had fallen asleep against me like that. I waited even longer, and then it occurred to me that if he were asleep, I might be able to reach back to feel his cock and satisfy the curiosity I’d had since high school.He didn’t stir when I slowly reached behind me and pushed my hand between my ass and his crotch. I gently and slowly rubbed up and down his soft cock lump, and even reached down to feel his big balls, before partially cupping his cock in my hand and stroking it. I liked the thickness, weight, and heat from his cock meat, but froze in place when he began gently thrusting in my hand.Henry sleepily started whispering like he thought I was his wife, Charlotte, and then realized what was happening. He said, “That feels good, honey, and even though I can’t get it up to fuck you, maybe you can suck it for me. Uh, wait, shit; is that you Owen; what the fuck? But shit, man, that feels good.”Ollie sat up and look over, asking, “What the fuck’s going on over there?”I pulled my hand away from Henry’s cock, as Henry lay on his back again, and I acted like Ollie had just wakened me up, saying, “Damn, Ollie, you just woke me up.”He wasn’t about to ignore whatever he thought might be happening, and asked, “Come on guys, what the fuck is going on?”I knew that Henry was awake canlı bahis siteleri when I began stroking him, before he began thrusting, because he tried to explain while acting confused, saying, “Uh, shit, I don’t know, Ollie. I think I accidentally rolled into Owen’s back, and he must have instinctively reached around to see what was pressing against his ass. He was holding my cock while I was half asleep and dreaming it was Charlotte stroking me.”Ollie laid back down and said, “Sure, okay, whatever, but it sure seems to me like there was some gay shit going on. Just get to sleep.”We settled down again, and despite all the booze I drank, I had a hard time getting to sleep from the excitement of feeling Henry’s cock and balls, even though it was also embarrassing for me. I was concerned about facing the guys in the morning, especially Henry, and afraid that he might decide to tell Ollie more about what happened.About a half-hour later, when I was almost asleep, I heard a slight rustling of clothes before Henry rolled my way and against my ass again. I thought he might be mostly asleep and accidentally rolling against me as before but learned differently when he reached over and pulled my hand back to his crotch. But that time, he had pushed down his underwear, and I was gripping his bare cock.I didn’t stroke his cock that time, not until he leaned in and whispered, “That felt so good before, Owen, now do it some more for me. See if you can get me off.”It was obvious that I was yielding my self-respect and manhood when I began stroking his soft cock, and his precum was oozing onto my hand. I liked the feeling of his foreskin sliding in the precum over his thick meat, even though it was soft. I wanted to get into a more comfortable position and released his cock before rolling over to my other side to face him, where I was able to fondle his big balls with one hand as I stroked his cock with the other.I don’t know why I had so easily lapsed into that homosexual or bisexual posture with Henry. Maybe it was the booze or maybe it was my curiosity about his cock from thirty years earlier that was driving me to stroke his cock that way. There was ambient light from the motel sign shining through the window, and I saw that Henry was smiling at me, as he mouthed, ‘thank you’. I was so ashamed that I looked away, but not ashamed enough to stop stroking him.It felt funny stroking a soft cock, but his meat is thick and substantial enough that it was easy to do, and it felt pliable in my hand. Henry had his eyes closed and put pressure on my shoulder, trying to push me farther down in the bed, as he whispered, “Suck it for me, Owen, please suck it for me.”I had never even thought about touching another man’s cock, much less sucking one, and I resisted the pressure, saying, “Sorry, man, I can’t take a cock into my mouth.”Henry smiled, and whispered, “Okay, I understand, maybe next time. But if you were willing to jack me off this easily, I don’t think it’ll be that hard to get you to blow me one day soon.”I continued stroking his cock until he started breathing more heavily, and put his hand over mine, as we jacked him together. Then he laid more fully on his back as his cock began to jerk and spasm, as squirt after squirt of cum shot onto his stomach. I could hardly believe the volume of his load, when compared to my smaller ejaculations, and his cock continued throbbing as the smell of semen flooded my senses.”Henry laid there with his eyes closed for a few seconds, canlı bahis before whispering, “Get out of bed so I can go to the bathroom and clean up this mess. Thanks, Owen, that felt so fucking good having you do it for me, and I think my cock got harder towards the end.”Some of his copious load was running down my hand, and when Henry went to the bathroom, I couldn’t resist licking it off. It was a little bitter from the booze, but tasted a lot like my cum, which I eat out of Emma’s pussy after we fuck. He came back and I moved to let him back into the middle, as he whispered, “Fuck, man, that was fantastic, and we can talk more about it later.”I went to sleep quickly after that, even though I was both excited and ashamed of what I had done with Henry. It was hard to believe that I had really jacked him off, and even eaten a little of his cum.We slept until 9:00 am and woke up hung over, and I was hoping that Ollie would have forgotten about waking up in the night and talking to us about me putting my hand on Henry’s cock. No such luck, and the first thing he said after taking his morning piss, was, “Was I dreaming, Owen, or did you say that you accidentally put your hand on Henry’s cock last night?”I replied, “No, and fuck you, Ollie. I didn’t say that; Henry said that, and I don’t remember a thing. I think you were both dreaming.”Ollie said, “Okay, if you say so, but I don’t think I was that drunk, that I don’t know what I heard.”We had time to get showers and cleanup before our 11:00 am checkout time, and then we stopped at Denny’s where we could get breakfast at that time of day. From there, it was just an hour’s drive back to Ollie’s home in Oshkosh, where I parked after picking up Henry on Sunday.Henry and I were in my car headed to his home, when he said, “We’ve got to talk about what happened last night, Owen. That felt so good, and my cock got a little hard right at the end. I don’t know what got into you, man, but I have to take responsibility for starting it.”I said, “This is so fucking embarrassing, Henry, and I never in a million years would have dreamed that I’d touch another man’s cock, and certainly wouldn’t have jacked him off. I’m not sure what came over me, but maybe it was the way you two assholes have been teasing me about my small dick and your big cocks, and I just had to have a feel of it. Is that what you were hoping for when you pressed your cock against my ass?”He answered, “No, it was an accident when I first pushed against you, and I didn’t think anything about it since you didn’t say anything or move away. But then you reached back to feel my cock, and I knew that I had to see how far you were willing to go.”We were just getting to his home, when I said, “It happened, so I’ll just have to live with it, but you can’t tell anyone else about this, and especially not Ollie.”The Next Couple of Days, Bowling, and Sucking on SaturdayI ate lunch with Henry and Ollie on Tuesday and Wednesday, and thankfully, nothing more was said about Sunday night. We mostly talked about our Wednesday bowling night, which was a good distraction for me.Things went okay at bowling, but I saw Henry and Ollie whispering a few times, and Henry would look at me, smile, and grip his cock in his pants, when no one else was looking. It seemed that he was trying to egg me on by offering his cock to me again.We had been making plans to go to our ice shack on a nearby lake to fish on Saturday. We usually start early, and sometimes stay most of the day and into the evening. It’s as much of a man cave getaway as it is for fishing, and we have several friends who have ice shacks near ours on the lake. There are other friends too, that we get reacquainted with during the winter fishing season.

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