This is how I imagine it might go down ...

He comes to town on a business thing with his wife. They're staying with her parents. My wife prepares a brunch at our house. Afterward, our wives go off for an afternoon outing with the kids. The friend and I hit the photo galleries. There's no references at all to our long-distance conversations about a mutual curiosity in bisexuality -- a side-effect, we agree, of the sexual blahs of our middle-age marriages.

I mention the recent vintage photos I've acquired for my collection at the office. He expresses interest in seeing those photos and asks if it will be possible to drop by there and have a first hand look. Its on the way back to my house so we drive over there.

The office building is pretty much abandoned on weekends. He loves the new photo additions to my collection. A Caravaggio biography on the coffee table also gets his interest. He settles on the couch to peruse the book which I left out intentionally before leaving the office on friday. I had expected the gallery excursions discussed in advance of his trip -- would culminate here. So far, so good as far as wishful expectations go. We get to talking about Caravaggio's magnificent paintings and his passionately chaotic life and notorious bisexuality. We're sitting side by side on the couch, admiring the power and sensuality of the painting plates, mostly sexually potent images of young men, fearlessly depicted by Caravaggio. We agree that Caravaggio lived an enviable sexual existence -- enjoying the best of all worlds.

I mention there's something else I'd like to share. I dig out the video I keep buried in my locked desk drawer. I slide it into the VCR and in moments we're watching a gay porn video episode of a hairy middle age man giving an exquisite blow-job to another hairy middle man with a fat uncut stubby cock.

The heavy set guy doing the sucking is really enjoying pleasuring his partner. Wet licking him from head to toe, leaving a pearly string of saliva beads in his furry mass. A bear flecked with snowflakes. The enhanced sound effects are a highlight. Ultra wet licking, wet lapping and wet sucking. A turn on to say the least. Especially while he pays particular attention to the big guy's erect nipples glistening in copious spittle -- streaming every which way in trails on his furry chest.

I sit down on the couch beside my friend and we watch the images in silence. While the two bears in the video are exploring each other's rosebud pucker holes with slithering tongue-work, my friend shifts his gym-not body ever so slightly in my direction and I can see the outline of the hard-on bulging in his jeans. Mine is leaking pre-cum down my leg.

My heart is pounding as I reach over and rub his boner bulge. He sighs, widens his heavy set legs and leans back, keeping his eyes on the video bear action. His hand is resting on mine rubbing the hard cock in his pants.

More than a little encouraged I kneel down between his hulking thighs and unzip him. He unsnaps his jeans, offering easier access to his uncut cock which I ease out and into my hand. Oh, what a fat cock it is. There's a big bubble of pre-cum in the pisshole, nestled in a bed of darkened foreskin. There's plenty of pre-cum to lube the fat spongy head of his raging hard cock. I stroke it slowly. He mutters something like, "This is wild... you gonna suck me? Please suck me"

There's nothing else on my mind. I lean in close to his uncut cock and savor the unfamiliar musty, slightly pissy scent of a man. I'm in no hurry. I want to explore his cock slowly. The crotch scent is a turn-on. Musty. There's a fortune to be made if that fetid scent can be bottled. Bear fragrance by La Groin.

Fortunately I don't require a sensory enhancer. My pleasure is simple. Licking ever so slowly and thoroughly tasting every inch of his good size, slightly rank cock. My friend is a physician by the way. A jock for all seasons. Mr. HMO. First taste of cock. My first taste of pre-cum from another man's cock. I want to extend this first-time experience which I fantasized for years. My licking and wet lapping of his fat cock and hairy balls is driving him crazy. You can only imagine what its doing to me.

My wet lips slide back the foreskin and I gently suck in the head of his cock and savor its feel on my tongue. Slowly I work the fat shaft further into my mouth and my sucking begins in ernest, concentrating on the contours and ridges of the cock head. A foreign landscape becoming familiar. He moans and whispers "You are too much ... this is amazing." I sense him approaching the brink. I don't want him to cum yet. I don't want this to end. We've both waited too long for this to rush to a quick climax. Not to mention the possibility of an awkward guilty aftermath to this carrying on. But right now this moment is about enjoying.

So I reluctantly ease off the sucking. I want to keep that fat cock in my mouth for as long as possible but pacing is essential if he's going to last. I return my attention to licking his furry balls. One at a time. Tender nibbles, carefully sucking one ball at at time into my mouth, relishing the first time of it. Soft and furry mounds in my mouth. Another unexpectd tasty first time. Now I understand the true meaning of having someone by the balls. Its something I actually never fantasized about, but what a happy discovery.

My friend's heavy breathing alerts me this ball lapping is sending him close to the edge. So I quickly take him back into my mouth. If he's going to come, it will be with me sucking his cock. I want to experience the eruption of his juices in my virgin mouth. His cock is rock hard and on the brink, sliding deeper and deeper into my mouth. And then his body tenses, and he takes hold of my shoulders, as he comes; his thick spunk filling my mouth.

In a moment, his body relaxes, and his breathing calms. The hefty body leans back into the couch, as it was before we got started. I feel his cock soften in my mouth and I slowly swallow his cum. Its warm and rich and like nothing I have have ever swallowed. "Wow, you are incredible," he sighs.

I let his mostly flaccid cock slip out of my mouth for a moment, then I take it in hand and gently lick it clean -- rolling the foreskin back over the glistening head. The werks go back into his jeans. Zipped and snapped, he sits there with a very contented expression on his face. For a nano-sec I fantasize all his patients having front row seats to the sucking I gave him. Men and women hand me business cards, demanding to be instructed in my cocksucking technique. They will pay upwards of $200 per hour to learn my technique. "Just follow your instincts," I shout out, but no one is listening. They're all eating each other.

But then I'm back in the moment as the hard cock in my pants suddenly gets my friend's attention. Its soaking in pre-cum and in need of urgent care. My friend, good doctor that he is, reaches down and rubs my bulge. This goes on for not a long time and I come powerfully, spewing my burning load in my pants.

We notice the bear video on the TV has played out and its on auto-rewind.

So much for video proxy experiences. The taste of my friend's cum on my lips confirms the maxum: There's just no subsitute for a real experience.

When we return to my house, our wives ask if we've had a good afternoon. My friend smiles at me, as he responds "The best Saturday afternoon that I can remember."

He couldn't be more right. Bare facts just can't be denied.