Mike
This is a true recount of an unexpected encounter which resulted in a true friendship. I have changed his name, however everything else is as it happened. Please excuse the 'length', ahem...
I've had a few 'unexpected' encounters, but one that always brings a smile to my face was around 6 years ago, and which, incidentally is in running as biggest dick I have encountered, but I'll come onto that. It involves a guy who has since passed away and I'll always treasure the memory of us and our friendship.
Around springtime 6 years ago I'd just moved into a new apartment and over the course of the next few weeks, met and got to know my new neighbours. One of them was an older guy, Mike, late 60s (later confirmed as 68yo), lived on his own. He was what you would describe as a 'rough diamond', you could tell by the way he spoke and his appearance that he had certainly lived a life. That's not to be unkind, that's just the way he was. He'd sometimes stopped to speak, he was friendly enough but you got the impression that you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of him.
Anyway Spring turned to Summer and I had settled into my new apartment. I had a rare weekday off and it was warm out so after gym and a few chores I decided to relax in the communal back yard with some beers. I changed into some jogger shorts and a t-shirt and went out back. I always free-ball in shorts in summer and today was no exception, love the feeling of my cock and balls hanging loose and always show a good bulge in the jogger shorts
So I put some beers into a cooler and headed down into back yard. On the way down I bumped into Mike and said I was headed out back for some beer in Sun and he was welcome to join me. He thanked me and said he'd join me after he done some chores, I replied in the affirmative and headed out.
Around half hour later Mike appeared carrying some beers and sat down at the table next to me. He was wearing some longer knee-length shorts and a wife beater. It was the first time I'd actually seen him show any body, and I was pleasantly surprised. He was much shorter than I, barely above 5' tall (actually 5'2"), but had a lean muscled body that a guy half his age would kill for. You could tell he obviously kept himself in shape when he was younger through manual work and at 68yo had the body to show for it. We sat and shoot the shit over the beers and I found out more about him. He had been a coal miner (hence the body) and worked at a builders merchant when the mine had closed down. He had been married around 22yo, no kids, and his wife had unfortunately died 10 years back and he'd been living on his own ever since. I commiserated with him and he acknowledged and said he would always love her. I told him I’d not long broken up with my ex-boyfriend and was just content enjoying single life. There was momentarily shock on his face the he grinned and said there’s nothing new under the sun, your only young once lad, swigging back the beer.
Conversation turned to the apartment block and how I enjoyed the area. I said it seemed a nice area and the neighbours are pretty friendly so so far so good! He laughed and cheered my beer. He then asked me if I heard the woman in the apartment between our apartments, (she is quite the screamer!)
I burst out laughing and said 'Mate, you can't fail to hear her, although I give as good as I get!" (I
am pretty vocal!)
He hollered with laughter and said he hadn't heard me. He proceeded to tell me that he'd had a drunken one-nighter with our loud neighbour the year before but that was all it was as he 'broke her' as he put it. It was my turn to burst out laughing, ‘Mate, your like the gable-end of a £5 note, there’s nothing of you, and she’s a big lass!’ He laughed back saying that he was hung like a horse. I laughed it off saying ‘Yeah right mate, whatever!’ There was silence and he then got serious and said ‘come into my apartment and I’ll show you’ and then got up and headed inside. The beers obviously had an effect on both of us as I followed him a few seconds later. I followed him into his apartment and closed the door behind me.
He then stood in middle of his hallway and asked me if I was ready. I was still laughing and said sure, show me what you’ve got! He dropped his shorts and I realised why they were knee length! Hanging limp between his lean legs was thick 6” dick. That’s big soft, but on his short stature it looked freakishly huge! I was gobsmacked and then I remembered myself and went ‘Fucking hell mate you weren’t joking, no wonder you broke her!’ He laughed and said ‘that’s nothing, watch!’ He picked up a ruler with one hand and he proceeded to jerk it a few times with the other until it was a 3/4 hard at nearly 10”. He said at his age that’s all he can usually manage, but rock hard it’s nearer 11"!
He then asked me if I was enjoying the show and nodded to my shorts, which were now tented out and getting soaked with pre. I hadn’t even realised I was rock hard myself! Mike then said ‘Go for it lad. We both need it!’
I didn’t need telling twice. I got on my knees and throated that huge hog of his like my life depended on it. It was the biggest I’d taken in a while and I gagged a couple of times but kept on going. Mike just kept a hold of my head and groaned. After a few minutes of worshipping his horse cock he let out a guttural moan which grew louder and he started pumping what felt like a gallon of cum down my throat. His dick then went limp and I had to physically catch him as he fell back. Once we caught out breath he gasped it had been a while. He then got all serious and started getting dressed, telling me no one can know and keep it between us. I gently reassured him and he told me I was a good lad and said we’d do this again.
Over time we got into a routine, he’d leave a pair of shoes outside his apartment door and that was my signal to come on in and drain his huge hog of a dick. I still marvelled at it’s size as it just looked obscene on his short 5’2” stature! He reciprocated a few times but he was just as happy to sit back and let me take care of him. We became good friends and I helped him out around his apartment with tasks he couldn’t do anymore. As time went on he opened up more about his past. He’d had some man-on-man experience when he was in his teens, but in the late 1950s early 1960s it just wasn’t accepted. When he met his future wife he put it out of his mind and never strayed all the time they were married. As he got older the ‘fun’ subsided but I always called in for a catch-up and looked out for him. Last summer he took ill and was confined to hospital. I was due to go on holiday and called into the Hospital to see him. He was in good spirits, and we talked about life in general, but you could tell he was fading. When visiting was over, he grabbed my arm and looked into my eyes and thanked me for my friendship. I held his hands and told him it had been a pleasure and left.
I had a phone call from the hospital the day before I was due to come home telling me he had passed. I will never forget him.
