Homegrown BJ JO Stories

 A friend of mine for some several years, was real 'cagey' about his dick. I'd seen his brother's, but the way Ralph held it, at least, all that stuck out past his loose coveralls, left the whole enchilada exposure somewhat wanting.  Couldn't  tell if Ralph was cut/uncut; Couldn't even tell how much he 'really had.' So I was telling my buddy, "I'm like a Nationally known Intactivist, and have been protesting circDumbcision all my life, I held my meat out by the handful, 'I got the scar to prove it!" "Hell, I'd  trade all of this for a dick like old Randy's" (Someone we had discussed having a rather small uncut dick, before.)  "It's  not how much you've got, it's what percentage you've got left." I added. "Me and my brother are uncut, see?" He volunteered.  (Really Van's dick!) Suddenly, his older brother, Ralph, looked less like one of the Jewish actors from The Ten Commandments,

Louisiana was hot. I had on some cut off jeans, hiking boots and a sleeveless tee. A sedan rolled to a stop. "Hop in son, its 4 miles to the nearest town, yer gonna melt out there..." His car was cool, nothing fancy, but, not so air conditioned that it was freezing.  "Where yall headin'?" "Baton Rouge." We went down the road a fur piece, and soon, he stopped.. "Got to get a leg stretch in...you?" "I needed to hang vein for a while, but I was going to travel as far as possible before jinxing my ride." We got out. He began by being chatty, and coming around to my side, so we could have a social piss, together, "m' daddy always said, "If ya piss on a 'gator, you're gonna piss off a 'gator, so watch your aim when pissing roadside." I liked that. Since he stopped to finger twiddle, trying to dig something out of his fly, I went ahead and stepped on near to a socially-comfortable distance, and unbuttoned my

  I was minding my own business at this Rest Area past Fort Smith. A slender-enough fella in a Cowboy hat, a couple of screenless urinals down, was unzipping, hoisting everything...balls and all, and performing a road-weary back stretch, as his phone broke the church-like silence. "Yes, Hon...?" (On speaker, "There's  a Y's Wives group bus ahead of us...over here. You may as well grab some coffee, while you're  waiting.") In the stone-silent rest area, her voice grated as if an Alien. (While the phone was up to his head...I snuck over two of the urinals between us.) I stared him down. How dare he allow a woman's presence intrude upon man-time, in man-space! He glanced my way after hanging up. I chimed in, "Guess she's still got both hands free, unaware you need both hands to just trying to wrangle THAT Tangle." Indicating at his impressive meat. (My balls were out as well.  But, his old-school uncut dick, way outweighed his balls

 I took my car in for an oil change. Since there were cars in front of me, I knew it would be a few hours. I decided to wander to the old Veteran's coffee klatch, at Ralph's Store and Diner. Maybe one of my buddies will drop me off to wait at home, and take me back to the mechanic's this afternoon. Bill's truck was hooked to the trailer, so he was hauling cattle today. There was some new guy. Jim and Randy always carpool, and they're in the Corvette today. We  were shooting the breeze, as usual. I mentioned, hoping for a ride into home, and back to the mechanic's later. Daryll the new guy, offered to take me, once we had finished our coffee allotments.  When time came, we headed out. I don't know why, I guess nervous chit-chat.  I mentioned, "Daryll is a common enough name, but, including you, I could count the ones I've met on one hand! Daryll tmy Principal, a Daryll on my ship in the Navy, a boss once, and oh, yeah, Daryll from my class, back in s