Measure Up by Littlewing1957
Jack was all ready to relax after a frantic day at work. He was able to sell a tractor, and a foreign made small car that someone traded in toward the purchase of a combine. His commission would be sizeable, and deposited into his private savings account.
As he emptied his pockets of change on his dresser drawer, Jack noticed that his top drawer was ajar. He didn’t think much of it; Lureen probably opened it to put away his clean socks and underwear after they were laundered. Jack was all ready to push the drawer closed when he noticed a yellow measuring tape peeking from beneath his socks. Jack almost fell against the chest-of-drawers when he remembered what he did with that very same tape:
It was near midnight and Ennis was mellow after a fine dinner and a few drinks. Jack was feeling no pain, and suggested that they turn in for the night. Don Wroe’s cabin was not available, but Jack rented a bungalow for them not too far from Don’s place. As Jack and Ennis disrobed and climbed into the massive bed, Jack pulled a tape measure from his bag. He was in a wicked mood, had a sexy feeling, and wanted to play. Ennis noticed the tape, but didn’t understand at first. As Jack eyed his lover’s manhood and strung the tape between his hands, Ennis blushed. Ennis spread his legs, decided to play along. Jack’s eyes twinkled, and he grinned as he realized that Ennis was game. Jack placed the tape from the end of Ennis’ shaft up to his glistening cock head. “Hmmm, 8 inches even!” Jack whistled as he read the measurement. “Is that good?” Ennis laughed. “It’s enough for me, Friend!” Jack answered. Ennis reached out for the tape, and Jack handed it over. He measured Jack’s manhood – 7.5 inches! “You measure up, Rodeo!” Ennis muttered. Jack nodded and took hold of the tape measure. He placed his cock against that of Ennis’ and wound the two sexes together with the yellow tape. Jack bent down to lick first his own cock, and then Ennis'! The sensation almost drove them both over the edge!
The memory of that special time was never forgotten, just buried. Jack pulled the measuring tape from the drawer and handled it gently. He undressed, and was glad that he and Lureen no longer slept in the same room. Jack climbed into bed and spread the tape measure between his thighs.