Bedtime Blow Job

My best experience with another guy was the first time I made it with a guy I ended up living with for six years. We were both 19 at the time, and he was staying over my house. Both of us knew the other was gay, and I had told him that I had the hots for him, but so far, we were just friends. I came back from the bathroom after taking a shower, and found him laying on the spare bed my mom had set up for him in my room, in his underwear, with one of my gay sex magazines in his hands. He was reading it, and he was showing quite a bulge in his tight little briefs.

I sat down on my bed, and told him that it looked like he was enjoying what he was reading. He told me that the story he was reading reminded him of something that had happened to him, and that it did turn him on. I told him that if I had to keep looking at him laying there with a hardon in his underpants that he might wake up in the morning with me giving him a blow- job.

He said, "Why wait until morning?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. After all, though I was hot for him, we were still just friends. I figured I had nothing to lose though. I asked if he meant that the way it sounded he meant it.

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He said, "Why not come over here and find out?"

I got up off my bed and sat on the edge of the one he was on, staring at his cotton-covered cock. I wanted him sooo bad, but I was afraid of losing him as a friend. I asked, "Are you sure?" He nodded, and arched his back up off the bed, pulling down his tight, white briefs.

I gasped. I mean, I wasn't all that experienced, but I knew what a big dick looked like. His was really long and thick - maybe 8" or so long, and a lot thicker than mine. I thought to myself, what the hell?

I leaned over and vacuumed that hot cock of his right down my throat. I stroked it up and down with my mouth and my hand, and played with his nuts when I wasn't stroking him. I played with his tits. And best of all, I got to suck his big huge hard dick.

I must have sucked his dick for close to an hour (I could hear the big clock in the hall chiming), and it was weird, since my mother was two doors away and neither of us could really make any noise. Every time I felt him getting close, I slowed down. I think he must have started getting frantic after a while, because he ass was thrusting up and down off the bed, and I could feel my jaw getting tired from the long stretch.

I concentrated then on getting him off, and increased the suction on his dick, and went faster and faster. I got myself into a good rhythm, with my mouth on the top part of his cock, one hand on the lower part, the other massaging his nuts. It took about thirty seconds and whammo! Off he went, shooting the cream of my dreams down my gullet. Considering the length of time I worked on him, I expected more cum, but that's because I'm a really big shooter.

He didn't reciprocate that night - we were both beat - but he did the next night.

written by brooklyn

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