The pictures of me measuring my flaccid and erect penis that Jon took in my confession, The Measure Of A Man, verified my manhood to the cock comparison site, and I paid my subscription to become a verified member.
Two months later, I was with a young guy called Tim in one of their chatrooms, sharing the experience I'd had comparing my cock with my co-worker Jon.
He told me while we were chatting that the idea of comparing his cock with an older guy's had got him fully hard.
“It sounds so dirty,” he said.
Whilst we were talking, I had told him I was in Southampton and, amazingly, it turned out he was online in his parent's beach hut in Lee-on-Solent, just twenty miles from where I was. It was a hot day, and I was feeling horny from remembering my experience with Jon and from chatting with this young sexy guy.
"Why don't I drive over to you, and we can be comparing our cocks within the hour?" I suggested.
"Are you serious? I'd die to do that," he quickly replied.
I was shocked that he'd be up for it. I mean, I'm sixty-six and he is only twenty-four.
"I'll be there in an hour and, hey, why don't you shave your cock for me in the meantime?" I proposed, "It will make you look even bigger."
Driving my van over, I had a hard on thinking about the adventure to come. I found the hut straight away using the What Three Words app and knocked on the door. As it was a hot day, I had decided to only wear my bathers with a huge bulge in the crotch and some flip-flops.
He checked that it was me, and he carefully opened the door. There he was, standing shaved and naked. He had done a great job of shaving his cock for me when I was driving over. He was already semi-erect, uncut with big balls. His cock looked so good.
I closed the door and checked nobody was watching through the blinds, then I took off my bathers.
So now we were both standing naked facing each other. Our two hardening cocks pointed at each other as in a duel. The contrast was amazing. He is a fit, young, blond man with a great body and a handsome face. I'm still fit, as I am a builder, but I'm old, more wrinkled, and grey. But there we stood, man to man, cock to cock.
His freshly shaved cock had got harder, and it already looked to me as if he was going to be bigger than me.
"Shall I go first?" I said.
He nodded, and I took my old todger in my hand and put on a show for my young friend wanking my fat cock to full hardness. It was a lot easier than normal to get my old todger hard because I was so turned on by the situation. When my veins were bulging nicely and my cock rock hard, I took my wife's tailor's tape. I held one end bone pressed and rolled out the tape to the tip of my old todger which was wet with pre-cum.
"There you go Son," I proudly said, wrapping the tape around my shaft, "Six-and-a-half inches long with a full six inches of girth."
"Nice fat cock, Old Man," he said, "Now it's my turn."
He took his big shaved penis in his hand, and I stayed hard as I watched him masturbate his handsome cock.
I can remember from my youth how it doesn't take long for a young horny man to get it stiff. After a few minutes, he had an impressive erection, longer than mine, equally thick but with a wicked upward curve. His big balls raised in their sack.
"Fuck, you're huge," I croaked.
"You measure it!" he ordered.