The light from the hallway was silhouetting my form. His eyes seemed to trace the entire glowing outline of my body.“Maybe I died, because all I see...is my Angel.”His hand slid up to my wrist and he tugged me to the bed next to him. I wiggled in objection, but he eased me back on the mattress. I was on my back now and he rolled to his side facing me. As he rolled into me, his knee crept up my leg and wedged my knees apart. He kissed me. I was so shocked and excited that all I could do was kiss. I'd seen the outline of impressive cocks along guys' thighs, but this was different. It wasn't the phallic shape that aroused my interest, but the shear bulk of the package. It looked as if he had rolled up a sock and stuffed it in there. In fact, at first, I wondered if that's exactly what he had done. Then I thought, maybe he has huge balls.As I continued to glance (not too obviously, I hope) at him in the mirror, I could see the unmistakable outline of the head of his penis. I speculated. Saturday morning my buddies Vince and Tom both called asked if I was going and I said yeah I need to get this over with either its fake or its wild. Their both married and in there forties to rather large woman overbearing. I got a call from an out of state number and it was Emma we chatted she was very bubbly in her conversation say that they had just checked in and asked if I was ready to come over and meet. I said sure and I would be their in half in hour. Quick drive and I was there in 15. "Uh oh! Beware of geeks bearing gifts!" Mike said when he saw the package in my arms."Gifts indeed!" I answered back. "Con, do we need to go to your converter, or can I bring it here?" You can bring it here." He answered, so I reached out to the Hall and moved it from the workbench where we'd left it to an end table next to the couch where Chet was sitting.I had left Con's sitting on top of the pile in the box, intending for him to go first, so I grabbed it and tossed it to him, calling out his.