It started off as a joke, one of those throw away comments after receiving a Text Messenger Video.
The image of all those cocks swinging from side to side obviously triggered a spark inside her head, as the team of twenty guys ran around a track beside a large field. The size and lengths of their cocks was impressive, especially when the camera zoomed in for a close up of the main group and showed their long and thick cock shafts bouncing off one thigh across to the other, with each stride.
A comment was dropped that she had seen one or two cocks that big before.
Say it was a coincidence, but another picture message came in on her phone not long after, with a video of the same fifteen to twenty well hung guys running around another park, and with extra footage spent on many close up shots the length of some of those cocks was undeniably in the super cock category. Well maybe some of those Negro cocks would put these to shame, but there are not many of those big meat packs living around these parts, that I know of.
Any guy could understand why the sight of all these supper cocks might trigger some moisture in any female observer’s groins. I could see these guys were well past my length and girth… I was unable to compete!
I was sure she was thinking out loud about two of her previous male friends’ who she had also given some close up cock evaluations in the spa when she said. “Reo’s cock would probably hang as long as any of those cocks on those twenty guys running in the raw around that park.”
“He’s got one of the biggest cocks I have played with … in fact, one of the biggest that I have ever fucked, and Jims’ on the other hand was equally as long but much thicker, even thicker than any of these I reckon” she said, as she watched the video again, pausing it on a close up shot of three of the bigger hunks of prime meat.
And from there, over time, there were small subtle comments – that were not meant or taken as a dig – and Reo’s cock was always a comparison tool, not that she would admit it. I did begin to wonder how much bigger his cock was compared to mine. I was beginning to think Teo’s cock was extra ordinary!
It was strange how Jim’s cock was never mentioned or used as a comparison – maybe she did not enjoy the thicker girth of her well hung friend’s cock, or maybe she thought it would upset me knowing that I was not in their league of well hung cocks and that to keep bring it up would get me upset or moody.
She had commented that one day when they were in the spa quite a few years earlier, not long after they had met, they were relaxing seated across from each other, drinking beer and chatting when she had told Reo it was his turn to get another beer. Jane handed him her empty bottle and he stood up to step out of the spa and get another couple of beers’. As he did his bathing trunks – he was dressed commando in his summer shorts, which he had unbuttoned, slipped down to his knees leaving his large hunk of meat swinging, more than half pumped, in front of her face.
From the odd comment, over time, I was of the impression that the beer refill was delayed as that large piece of meat was encouraged to expand to its maximium size by being cock sucked and swallowed deep until he pumped his loads of jizzm down her throat, and from there on they fucked like rattle snakes, after their session in the Spa that evening.
She said it was the alcohol that lowered her guard and got her turned on when she first saw the size of his Donga bulging under his swimmers. Unable to take her hands off his cock and balls when they swung out in the open, in the front of her face, she cock sucked him right then and there in the Spa. She had said it was so big that there was no way she could get more than half of it in her mouth. She said that after he had face fucked her, he picked her up off the bench seat, ripped her bathing shorts and knickers off her body, turned her over and pushed his still hard cock deep into her wet, wet cunt, doggy style, in one thrust and fucked her until she screamed for release, almost collapsing, in a state of orgasmic pleasure.
This episode was never repeated, I was told, but as the friendship has been maintained I often wonder if maybe one or many repeats had been encouraged, encountered, thought about or actuated. My gut feeling told me they had rutted many a time!
For years she had kept her relationship with Reo separate from ours, and would go and spend a few hours or half a day with him if I was out of town or committed on one of my projects or volunteer rosters, but she insisted that there was never any sexual action during these visits.
Admittedly there was some animosity between us guys, as she played us off against each other, but since a few years have passed the water under the bridge has calmed to the point where Reo was invited to bring his two dogs over for a few weeks of babysitting (He had rung up and asked if Jane could help him out). Reo arrived and peace was maintained between our selves without any negative remarks, suggestions, apologies or expectations. The dogs’ came and went and any other contact or communications was kept low key …. I guess she evaluated that ‘What he does not know will not hurt him’ scenario as safest …. and she was probably correct about that.
A few weeks back, due to the exceptionally hot summer we were experiencing; I suggested that we should get the Spa operational again and use it as a summer pool – maintaining the temperature of the water to be tepid not hot.
So the next weekend I started to clean it out, thinking it would be nice to have a few relaxing evenings … and so another little chore or duty for me was created.
We eventually got the Spa operational and coincidentally she said that she had received a call from Reo, who was asking for some help or support with a small problem. It turned out that one of his dog’s needed a temporary home as he had a FIFO job offer and needed it to be looked after whilst he was away. He had found a temporary home for his other dog, but was running out of time for finding a home for his second dog.
After she asked me if it would be ok, she called Reo back again and suggested that he bring the dog over on Saturday afternoon, which he did, arriving just before 4:00 pm and they set up an area in the back yard for his dog’s temporary kennel and sleep over.
I learnt that work had been scarce for him, and I think the dog minding was as much about giving him support, as he was down in the dumps a bit lately with things not going his way. This FIFO job was a chance for him to get back on top of things.
After an hour of moving the kennel into the back yard and making sure the dog was settled and not stressing we sat out on the Patio and had a few beers, as he told Jane about the dog’s routine and food allocation. The first two beers was followed by a third and a fourth before we had even noticed ,and so I suggested that it would be safer for Reo to stay for a bite to eat and wait for a while, as he would be over the limit to drive if he left now.
A month passed, and Reo was due back from his FIFO job, and Jane asked if I would mind if she invited Reo over for dinner, when he picked up his dog.
It did not worry me, and I just said, “If you want to, go ahead and invite him, I don’t mind”
The invitation was confirmed, and in due course, Reo arrived with a couple of bottles of rather expensive bubbly, he was obviously aware of Jane’s preferences, a small bottle of Baileys and another of the liquor “Cointreau” which I though was a little bit excessive, considering that he was trying to rebuild his bank balance and also would have to drive home.
Reo loaded his dog kennel into his Ute and then the afternoon flowed into the early evening with the dinner being a great success, Jane had excelled again, the drinks were flowing and the second bottle of bubbly was opened just before the deserts were served.
Earlier that afternoon I had been cleaning the Spa and had left one side of the cover off the Spa and this became a point of discussion, after dinner, about heat loss and water temperature variations etc.
Moving away from the table with our drinks in our hands, we moved out onto the patio and stood around the Spa, when Reo said it had been a long time since he last had had a really good spa. I let it ride, but Jane said – he was welcome to have one now if he really wanted. Reo hesitated saying, “Thanks that would be neat, but I haven’t brought my togs with me.” To which Jane surprised me by saying “It’s never worried you before, so why should it worry you now, you can swim in your boxes”
Unbeknown to me, Reo had told Jane that he was in commando dress code – No boxers.
I have to admit, I was a bit taken aback that she would be so frontal, but then that is Jane and she was within her comfort zone of friends.
We moved around the garden and checked his dog was still settled before refreshing our glasses with another round of bubbles – then after another half glass Jane suggested that if he wanted to have a Spa, he should have it soon as it was getting late.
Jane said she would give Reo a pair of my boxers if he was really interested, and I could fix the Stereo and get some more music playing, we can all get changed and have a soak. It appered that Jane was more than a little interested again. Ten minutes later, Jane had given Reo my black boxers with the weak elastic, which amused me, and with everyone changed into togs or boxers, we slid into the spa and switched on the big screen to watch a music video of Fleetwood Mac’s “Tusk” album.
As can be expected the conversation moved towards the sexual exploits of Fleetwood Mac and how Stevie Knicks and Fleetwood got high one night and fucked each others brains out, which her then partner, also in the band was not happy about. This lead on to some of the past situations that we had been in, that were also a little crazy, somewhat erotic and sometimes momentary.
Jane reminded Reo of the last time he had stood up in the Spa and his togs slipped down to his knees leaving a hard on bouncing in the air, without going into any more detail of what happened.
The bottles of bubbly were empty, and as a refill was required, I asked what everyone wanted – Beer, Bourbon, Baileys or Cointreau, or anything else. Jane said Baileys and Reo said Cointreau, so I mixed the two – which is a really pleasant mix – and returned to the Spa with the drinks leaving the Baileys and Cointreau bottles in the beer fridge on the deck, not close enough to reach, but only a couple of steps’ away from the Spa.
The conversation flowed as did the drink, and half way through the glass Jane said to Reo, that maybe he should crash here for the night as he had definitely consumed too much alcohol to drive. I agreed with that statement, and said that after our spa we would make up the spare room, out the back, for him to crash in. We only needed to move a few boxes and back packs off the bed and he would have easy access into the room.
So with that agreed, it was Jane’s turn to make up another round of drinks, and with a few comments bounced around that she could pretend she was Stevie Knicks and she could leave her swimmers in the Spa, she got out and refilled three larger glasses from the drinks cabinet – without removing any of her swimwear.
Half an hour later and now very relaxed, Jane said, “Hey Reo” with a smirk on her face, “It’s your turn to refill the glasses. We passed our glasses across to him and then as he stood up (Too fast for the elastic) from his seat in the Spa - the boxers stayed under the water and his cock hung down his thigh and swung freely in the open air. I was sure Jane had anticipated this to happen, even planned for it, by giving Reo the Boxers with the tired elastic waist band.
Jane commented that it did not look like he had got any smaller over the years. Reo was unsure about my reaction and sat down quickly back into the spa to retrieve the boxers. I laughed and told Reo “I think you have been set up” as Jane made a ‘tut tut’ noise, with her open palm across her chest and a ‘Who Me’ expression on her face.