I saw this question posed in the forums. I wanted to answer, but my answer veers too far off-topic, so I started this blog. Feel free to share your experiences, if you like.
I once saw my friend K pop out of some boxers. He was mostly flaccid, I think, but HUGE. It had a really pretty shape. Because he also had my preferred body type, and he was an awesome friend, I never got the image out of my mind. He died without ever becoming single again, but had he ever left his horrid, abusive girlfriend, I definitely would have made a move.
It's funny. His girl and I were friends until a few years after he died, but we met him separately. We became kind of a love quadrangle. She wanted to be with T, he wanted to be with me. I was completely ambivalent and oblivious. K wanted to be with my female friend, but her crush on T was in the way. He actually worked really, really diligently to try to get us together. I resisted because my friend had such a crush on T. Once it was clear that even an apparent lack of interest on my part would not deter T from seeing how far he could get with me, and that he actually had a strong distaste for the other girl, I opened my mind to the possibility.
I wonder what would have happened, though, if I'd have just pursued K instead. The other girl was ignoring him, and honestly, he was more my type physically. In every other way, the two guys were pretty much the same. It might have been fun! I might have ended up seeing them both! (Perhaps at the same time. . .)
Anyway, it worked out for the best. This was back in high school, T became my first lover, and since he is still alive, we are still good friends. K passed away. If my first time had been with him, it might have hurt even more to lose him so young.
As for the other girl, the death of K literally drove her over the edge. She went nuts. I tried to be there for her, but in the end, after a few years, it was too hard. After we stopped speaking, I looked back on the parts of our relationship where we were both single, and realized she was always competing with me for men. I have no idea why. I can't see a man being interested in both of us. We are really, really different body types, extremely different personalities. All but two of our mutual friends were only her friend because they wanted K around. She was a by-product of K's company. Out of respect for him, because he had intended to marry her, they tried to stand by her after he died. When we stopped speaking, she called everyone and gave them an ultimatum that they could not be her friend, and mine. All but one chose me, and even the one who chose her tried to keep in touch for several years after that.
I still love my memories of K, every last one of them, and nearly all of them, including the penis incident include her. She bought him boxers as a present, and insisted he let me see them. He protested, and protested, but she beat him until he acquiesced. He went into the bathroom to make sure he was all tucked in. Then he came out, and showed me his shorts. They were pretty cute! And then as he leaned over to retrieve his pants, his dick slipped through the fly, and we all got a good long eyeful. Nice. I think he was a bit embarrassed, and he started to get a chubber. We all pretended to see nothing. I still wonder what he might have looked like completely hard.
I once saw my friend K pop out of some boxers. He was mostly flaccid, I think, but HUGE. It had a really pretty shape. Because he also had my preferred body type, and he was an awesome friend, I never got the image out of my mind. He died without ever becoming single again, but had he ever left his horrid, abusive girlfriend, I definitely would have made a move.
It's funny. His girl and I were friends until a few years after he died, but we met him separately. We became kind of a love quadrangle. She wanted to be with T, he wanted to be with me. I was completely ambivalent and oblivious. K wanted to be with my female friend, but her crush on T was in the way. He actually worked really, really diligently to try to get us together. I resisted because my friend had such a crush on T. Once it was clear that even an apparent lack of interest on my part would not deter T from seeing how far he could get with me, and that he actually had a strong distaste for the other girl, I opened my mind to the possibility.
I wonder what would have happened, though, if I'd have just pursued K instead. The other girl was ignoring him, and honestly, he was more my type physically. In every other way, the two guys were pretty much the same. It might have been fun! I might have ended up seeing them both! (Perhaps at the same time. . .)
Anyway, it worked out for the best. This was back in high school, T became my first lover, and since he is still alive, we are still good friends. K passed away. If my first time had been with him, it might have hurt even more to lose him so young.
As for the other girl, the death of K literally drove her over the edge. She went nuts. I tried to be there for her, but in the end, after a few years, it was too hard. After we stopped speaking, I looked back on the parts of our relationship where we were both single, and realized she was always competing with me for men. I have no idea why. I can't see a man being interested in both of us. We are really, really different body types, extremely different personalities. All but two of our mutual friends were only her friend because they wanted K around. She was a by-product of K's company. Out of respect for him, because he had intended to marry her, they tried to stand by her after he died. When we stopped speaking, she called everyone and gave them an ultimatum that they could not be her friend, and mine. All but one chose me, and even the one who chose her tried to keep in touch for several years after that.
I still love my memories of K, every last one of them, and nearly all of them, including the penis incident include her. She bought him boxers as a present, and insisted he let me see them. He protested, and protested, but she beat him until he acquiesced. He went into the bathroom to make sure he was all tucked in. Then he came out, and showed me his shorts. They were pretty cute! And then as he leaned over to retrieve his pants, his dick slipped through the fly, and we all got a good long eyeful. Nice. I think he was a bit embarrassed, and he started to get a chubber. We all pretended to see nothing. I still wonder what he might have looked like completely hard.
