Ben, My Only Friend . . .

I want to tell about how we started down this road in earnest. That means I have to tell you about Ben. And that means I have to tell you about Game Night.

Two jobs ago and BK (before kids), when I used to work for an ad agency, writing catalog copy, there were quite a few of us late twenty-something nerdy types who worked there. We all used to like to get together every few weekends, but being intellectuals, we couldn't just drink - we had to have a reason. So someone decided we should play games, like Trivial Pursuit and Scattergories. And drink.

Anyway, we'd usually meet up a someone's apartment (usually at me and Mike's - we were already living together at the time) and play till it was late and the game was usually forgotten. (I know what you're thinking - a six pack and a game of checkers will get you into Angie's pants. You're probably right.)

Ben was a guy that worked at the agency, too, as some kind of IT guy, and he had an on/off thing with Sally, who was one of the creatives. Sally and Ben were two of the regulars at Game Night, and I knew from her that they would sometimes go back to her place afterwards for an occasional hook-up. But she was kind of paranoid about her career, so none of our other co-workers had any idea.

Of course, I also knew from Sally that Ben had a fat fucking cock on him. That totally intrigued me (told you I was a crotch-watcher), and Mike and I loved to bring up that subject when we'd dirty talk during sex. What really turned me on about Ben was that he was a really sweet, slow-drawling Southern guy, kind of a gentlemen-type, yet he had this way of bringing the conversation around to sex. Which totally steamed Sally, but there was nothing she could do about it, since they weren't out to anyone at work.

So basically, we're all hanging out at Game Night one evening, the crowd dwindles down, and Sally has left early, and finally, it's just me, Mike and Ben. Without Sally there, and with the alcohol, Ben is rolling. And since Mike and I have been talking about this cock on Ben for weeks, we kind of just let him ramble. We didn't even need to steer the conversation back toward sex.

The neat thing about was that he wasn't shy at all in front of Mike. It wasn't like he was trying to make me - he just was very open about talking about his various "adventures". Mike is by nature a very curious guy, and between the two of them that night, it was like eavesdropping on a couple of buddies shooting the shit about their girlfriends. Mike kept coaxing more tales of Ben's exploits out of him, and Ben was only too happy to oblige.

I think Mike knew exactly what he was doing when, as Ben was bragging about his dick size, Mike jokingly called his bluff. After the prefatory "I'm not gay, but . . . " line, Mike said he'd seen enough penises in locker rooms to doubt there was much difference, and with an inquisitive look at me, he basically said to Ben, "prove it."

Needless to say, I did not object, and more amazing, Ben just smiled this cocky smile and put his hand on his zipper. Looking at me, he asked if we were sure. My jaw was down on the floor, so I just nodded. Then he made us both promise that we wouldn't breathe a word of it to Sally. Not a problem, either - it wasn't like they were exclusive.

It's not like we all ripped off our clothes at that point (not that night, at least!), but it was pretty bizarre. Shockingly, I don't think I'd ever watched a man beat off at that point, and certainly not with my boyfriend present, but Ben claimed that he was a "grower, not a show-er", and that he needed to pump it up a bit to appreciate its full effect.

And appreciate it we did. Mike and I just stared in awe at that hunk of meat while he beat off in front of us. It was pretty impressive - the thing with dick size is that, watching at least, you don't really notice differences in length, but you can really tell a nice thick cock from a regular one.

It was really cool - he only lasted a few minutes, but Ben was completely conversational during the whole experience, talking about different girls he'd been with, experiences, and yes, even some very personal experiences he'd had with Sally. He even asked if I wanted to touch it, but I declined (I can be a little shy, sometimes). Mike was hilarious - he saw that Ben was getting close, so Mike went and got him some paper towels. He was a bit of a show-off - he held the wad of towels a couple feet in front of him, and then he shot off into them. Boy, was he a good cummer!

And then we sat around for a bit and had a nightcap before he left, just bullshitting about things. Mike admitted that Ben wasn't bragging about what he was packing, and Ben just gave me this sly wink when he heard that. And then he left a few minutes later.

And then I didn't even wait for the door to slam before I yank Mike's cock out and jammed it in my soaking wet pussy. But that's a story for another day . . .