Guys and Balls

It all started ten years ago. Dennis and I were friends for a while and we'd hang out to drink beer, play some music, and smoke cigars. He was married, but didn't love her anymore. I was never married.

I'd come over in the evenings after work and we would sit outside or in the detached garage when it was too cold outside. He would tell me about his latest girlfriend and I'd probe for as many details as I could get out of him. I would get turned on listening to how he'd describe her tits or how he'd tell me about them both sitting in the bench seat of his pickup truck parked somewhere. He'd tell me about how she'd touch his leg and start rubbing, moving towards his crotch, and how he was getting hard from what she was doing. As much as I was turned on by visualizing this woman doing the same thing to me, I also started thinking about what he might look like naked and if I could get him just as aroused by doing what she did to him. However, he often spoke out against homosexuals and how he'd punch any fag that tried to do that shit to him and I didn't want him to think I was gay, let alone try to explain that I was just as attracted to girls too.

One weekend, his wife and kids were out of town. Just like usual, we were hanging out in the garage. It was cold that weekend, so we mostly stayed in the detached garage that was heated instead of standing around outside. We were playing music loud and talking about women and drinking beer when he pulls out a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps. We started out with shots and got pretty loose, with our words coming out as mumbles most of the time. He starts telling me about this girlfriend with these great lips that he's tried repeatedly to get her to suck his dick. They make out and he puts his fingers down her jeans, but she stops before things go any further. As he's telling me this, I start getting hard and a wave of nervousness comes over me. I think, "Is this the opportunity I've been waiting for?" Then, I'm so trashed drunk I wonder if what I thinking I'm actually saying out loud, so I look at him for a reaction and realize he has no idea what's on my mind.

We get to talking about other things and he tells me he has something to show me downstairs in the basement of the house. We've been in his basement many times, but can only smoke cigars outside or in the garage. We get to the basement and we're sitting on a couch as he's showing me some photo albums. He tells me this and that about this photo and that postcard, but all I can think about is wanting to touch his dick so bad. I stop him in mid sentence and ask, "Do you think you'll see that girlfriend of yours this weekend?" He tells me that she's out of town so probably not. Then he asks, "Why do you ask?" My heart started pounding so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I put the photo albums down to the floor and say, "If you absolutely promise not to tell a soul, I think we might be able to arrange that blowjob you're wanting." His face almost turned white and he looked around from side to side to see if anyone was around or setting him up for a joke. I lean over and put my hand on his upper thigh, saying "I'm serious. No one is here and no one will know. This can be just be our thing and you can close your eyes and think of her big tits and red lips the whole time. Don't be such a pussy about it, you're probably going to jerk off after I leave anyway right?"

As if it became a challenge, the color in his face returned and he took a big drink from his glass and said, "Alright. If that's what you want to do, then do it." I couldn't believe it. He consented. I have never been more excited in my life. I took my hand, which had been rubbing up and down his thigh during this negotiation, and slid it towards his jeans button. With both hands, I unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his crotch. My hand went inside and butterflies were swimming in my stomach when I could feel his hot dick below the thin layer of his underwear. It was so big already, I knew he had thought about this circumstance before and was just waiting for me to put the offer on the table. I told him to stand up and I slid his jeans down to the floor, leaving his underwear on so I could get a good look at him. As I helped him lean one leg and the next out of the jeans, I slid both hands up each leg and to his firm butt. While doing so, I was now kneeling on the floor and with my hands on his butt my face was near his crotch. I could smell his manly scent and I pulled my hands off his ass and around to massaging his dick inside his tidy whities. I could see the outline and I was growing impatient to taste it. I told him to sit back down on the couch.

Once seated, I sat beside him and started kissing his inner thighs. My nose getting closer and closer to his balls, I was intoxicated by the smell and never felt more comfortable any place before. I reached my fingers around the waistband of the back of his underwear and began tugging them down, then doing the same for the front of his underwear. I was starting to see the tip of his dick as I slowly worked off his underwear, so I'd lean in and kiss the underside of the tip or tickle it with my tongue. It made him flinch and squirm. I knew that the good times were about to begin.

With his underwear completely off, I could see this magnificant dick standing at my attention. He was now at my mercy, with a look in his eye begging for me to take it into my mouth. I have to admit, I couldn't wait either! I kissed around the head a little, then opened my lips wide and slid it into me. I expected it to have a taste, but it only tasted like a finger or arm might taste. It was that little drip of precum that had a taste of such sweetness that I was determined to get him to blow his load. I wanted him to fill me and taste every last drop of my good friend with our new hobby. I started licking and sucking and licking and sucking and flicking my tongue on his red hot trigger right on the bottom of his dick where the head starts to form. I think he forgot I was a guy, I think he forgot about everything. He touched the back of my head and ran his fingers through my hair asking me for more. "Don't stop." "Oh my God, this feels amazing." "I could get to like this," he'd say.

Then his breathing increased and I could feel his shaft growing in my mouth as I says, "I'm going to cum." "I want to cum so bad." "I want you to swallow it. Swallow my cum." I couldn't agree more. I wanted to swallow it! And then, as it starts to shutter, I felt it shoot and hit the back of my throat. It was hot and his dick was hot and it tasted so good. He came so much more than I expected, but I wanted to lick up every drop. It tasted a little salty, but not any worse than when I've tasted my own cum when I masterbated. It felt so good to have that power to please him and yet also be submissive to let him use me to get off. I layed my head on his chest and kept kissing and licking and touching his dick until it began to decrease. He looked at me and said, "That was amazing! I had no idea you could do that so well." I replied, "Anytime you want it, I'll gladly give it to you. As weird as it sounds, I really liked it." He then put his hand on my thigh and says, "Maybe you could teach me how to give you the same thing?"