BiteSize: I reached out and cupped my hand around the bulge in his jeans. It felt big, hot and alive - I could feel his pulse through the denim. By now my own cock felt like a caged animal, straining to reach erection against the constraints of my underpants and jeans. Then I did something that I had never done before, and never thought I'd do: I kissed him. It was weird to kiss someone with stubble but it felt good. We kissed hard and deep, with me still holding his crotch with one hand and a beer can with the other. We drew apart and put down our beers.

I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans at the waist. He pulled his T-shirt over his head, exposing a lean, finely-muscled body. His underarms had a thick growth of dark hair, but his torso was smooth as far down as his navel, where a little track of silky pubic hair pointed the way down towards his groin. I unbuttoned his fly and eased down his jeans and underpants. A handsome penis sprang out, vibrant and erect, with the foreskin retracted to expose a large glans, the rim as sharply defined as if it were made of cut glass. I can still feel and taste it now as I remember how I went down on that beautiful cock.

That was something I had done once before, in the context of those adolescent explorations when it was done out of a complex mix of curiosity, horniness and perhaps reluctance. This time it was very different. There it was, in front of me, and all I wanted to do was to take it inside me, to consume it, to gorge myself on it. This gorgeous guy's gorgeous cock had become the focus of my entire being. Suddenly it was all I wanted, all I had ever wanted. He kicked off his sneakers and stepped out of his jeans and all the while I was sucking him, taking him as deep into my mouth as I could. My own cock was still trapped inside my jeans and desperate to get out. I could feel the pre-cum oozing out of it. I stood up and pulled off my shirt.

He undid my fly and took out my cock. It was as hard as I'd ever seen it, and the glans was shiny with pre-cum. Now it was his turn to take me into his mouth, gently working it with his teeth. I've had more expert blowjobs but I've never had one performed with more enthusiasm - and I've never wanted one more than I did then. I was ready to come but wanted to make it last, so I eased his head away. I kicked off my pants and we stood facing each other, naked except for our socks.

He took my cock in one hand and his in the other and held them side by side. His had a bigger head but mine had the edge on thickness: they were pretty much the same length.

"So it's true, they are all the same size", he said.

"Well, these two are the same size," I said. "But I don't think we're a very representative sample. What do you mean, 'it's true'?"

"Oh, that's what my girlfriend says. Or actually it's what my girlfriend's mum says."

He had a girlfriend? And he shows his penis to her mother? Fucking hell, this guy's life is complicated.

"Well, it's what my girlfriend says her mum says." Life became slightly less complicated. But only slightly.

"I think her mum might be wrong. How many cocks have you seen?" I asked.

"Well, only mine, with a hard-on, and now yours. And some in videos."

"Well I've seen a couple more than that, but I can tell you they say mine is big. In fact 'Hung like a fucking horse' is what they usually say. I've only ever seen one bigger than mine, and that's when I was thirteen."

"Well," he said, "Aren't we a pair of lucky lads?"