12 comments/ 102800 views/ 12 favorites Best Friend's Blowjobs By: Menssana This is the story of my experiences with my best friend, Kenny. It is an absolutely true account of events over the years. We have been friends since early childhood and when we were eighteen years old he admitted to each of the close circle of friends that he was gay. We are both now in our mid thirties. I have a partner, and he is single. I have his approval to recount these events as I spoke to him last week and said I was intending to publish the story. I'm glad to say he was keen to read it once it was on the website. * I still remember that night after the pub when he was trying to tell me he was gay. Another friend had hinted to me a week or so before but forced me to come to the conclusion myself. He said Kenny wanted to tell me himself and on a couple of occasions in the days that followed I could see he had tried to come out with it, but couldn't bring himself to do it. On that final night, I could see he was doing his best to just blurt it out, so I just said to him; "I know." He stopped walking and looked at me. I nodded and assured him that this made no difference to the way I thought of him and I can still see the look of relief on his face. That was around the year 1990. Over the years I thought about the fact he was gay and I found myself thinking more and more about gay sex. I joined him on a couple of nights out to gay bars and night clubs, where I found myself enjoying the lesbians snogging each other as well as the men. He wasn't really the type of person to go to nightclubs so was glad of the company of an open minded friend to help him explore the scene. It was a common weekend occurrence for my circle of friends to visit each other on a Saturday night and stay in with some booze and chat through to the small hours, getting more drunk as we went. Occasionally and more so in the earlier years in our early twenties, we would sit together and watch a porn film. This usually only happened when there was just three of us who were the closest. I remember one night in my flat when I was sat on my sofa beside one friend, and Kenny was sitting on the floor beside the sofa. Me and my friend had our cocks out and were gently stroking ourselves, and I remember looking round at Kenny and saw him just staring at my erection. I'm sure that that was before he told us he was gay. It made perfect sense later on though when I thought back to that moment. In the coming years I would occasionally ask Kenny about gay sex and what he got up to with other guys. I remember him telling me about occasions when he would visit a well known park in Glasgow which is known for gay meets late at night. There was the time he was standing there with his cock out beside three or four other guys while a man was kneeling in front of them and jacking himself off. The guy was simply going along the line sucking them off one by one until they came. Then the time that Kenny was sitting on top of a naked guy who was lying on the grass, with his cock up Kenny's ass, and Kenny jerked himself off all over the guys chest. Sometimes he would go to the park just to watch other guys fucking. Hearing these stories always made my cock hard and I always wanted the details from him. Things changed in 2000 and a whole new course of events started. It was October that year and Kenny was round at my place for a few drinks. At the end of the evening he asked me if I had a porn film handy that we could watch. I put it on and we watched some hetro fucking and I asked him whether this turned him on. He said it did, because obviously it showed guys fucking and shooting their loads and I told him that part turned me on as well. I think I was trying to plant a seed in his mind. I was sitting on a chair separate from the sofa and I turned round to find him with his cock out and slowly stroking it and getting it hard. I was getting a boner myself and trying not to watch him, but couldn't help glancing round at him. I said to him I would join him, so I unzipped and grasped my aching cock and started to wank. After a while I moved across to a seat beside him so we could easily watch the film together. I say that but I really wanted to sit closer to him in the hope that he'd just reach across and touch me. I started to watch him wank and really look at his cock, which I hadn't seen for years. It looked really thick, and quite meaty, with loose foreskin that slid back and forth over his knob. He started to watch me too as I wanked myself. It took a while of frantic and slow wanking before I felt I was close to coming. He could see this and he asked if I was going to shoot and if he could watch me come. Sure, I said. He stopped beating and turned pointedly to watch me and completely ignored the film which really turned me on. I couldn't believe he was just sitting there about to watch me wank myself off. I was wondering if he wanted to reach across and touch my cock and was hoping he would. But he didn't. I wanked myself until I felt it quickly build up and stiffened as I shot my load of spunk in front of him. I looked directly at him as I spunked and he was staring at my cock and wanking himself furiously again. He told me he really liked it and said he wanted to come now. He was still looking at my half hard cock as he stroked his cock quickly, then jerked and spurted his spunk all over his hand. He kept jerking and grunting and squeezing his balls as he came. We both sat there saying how great it was to be able to do this together after all these years as our limp cocks leaked their sperm. It wasn't until May 2001, and after many months of me jacking myself off, and imagining it was his spunk splattering on my chest, I built up the courage to say something to him. We were close enough that we would discuss personal issues and considering the fact that we were prepared to jack off in front of each other, him being gay and me straight, I really should have had no worries about saying anything to him about what was on my mind, but there was still that slight fear there. I had thought he had wanted more but avoided saying anything for that fear that I was crossing a line that I couldn't go back across. Since the October I had been trying to get him over on the usual Saturday night, but on his own. He was over on Saturday 12th May, and we both got a bit drunk. Him more so. We started looking at the internet, flicking through adult sites, etc. We looked at some gay sites and we were sitting beside each other in front of the desk. I was panicking slightly as I thought about what to say to him and after some time I just said; "Kenny, have you ever thought me in that way?" He kind of looked down and avoided my eyes. It was better than a straight out denial, but it was no real answer. I asked him about the last time we wanked off together and if he had thought then that he would liked to have done anything further. Again he sort of looked around, anywhere but my eyes. I took the plunge. "Because I have." The change in him was almost electric. He looked up, straight at me, eyes widening, mouth falling open slightly. It was obvious he couldn't believe it, and obvious he was relieved. Extremely relieved. It was similar to the time when I told him that him being gay didn't change anything between us. I said I had thought about it. He then said he had too. We talked about how we have thought about each other in 'that' way and then about how we had both thought about doing it to each other. I was glad I got it out in the open. It was such a relief to be able to say it, to find out he thought the same and to find out he wanted to do something more too. As we talked he asked me if I would mind taking some pictures of him so he can send to contacts he made via email. He had hesitated about asking me and asked if I minded if some of the pics were of him... "hard?" I said. I said I didn't mind at all. I was looking forward to it. We decided that if we were both okay with wanking each other, we could try it sometime. We finished looking at the internet porn and decided to watch a porn film together and have a wank as we had before. I suggested we set up a time to do it to each other and he said; "What about now?" I hadn't realised it would happen that quickly. I said okay, unzipped and pulled my hard-on out of my trousers and stroked it a bit. He followed and pulled his trousers down with his boxers and got his cock out as well. I was sitting on a higher chair beside the sofa and I moved the chair beside him to get closer. I was sitting on his left. He was now wanking his cock at a steady pace, and I watched for about a minute. I let him do it for a bit then reached across and slipped my right arm over his left arm. "Move your hand" I said. He did and I held his hard cock. Christ, it felt so hard. Wider than mine, kind of wide in shape, and the foreskin slipping back very easily over his cock head. I was wanking my best friend. It was so intense for me, watching my hand sliding up and down his hard shaft and feeling his hardness and the heat from it. It was a kind of awkward position but I did it. It felt amazing to have another guy's cock in my hand at last. After a couple of minutes, he reached across over me and took my cock in his hand. It's always a good feeling when somebody else holds your cock, and having his hand round mine was very erotic. We commented on how nice it felt. He then concentrated on my cock and stroked me for a bit. He changed hands and used his left hand on my dick and pushed my trunks down to rub behind my balls. After a few minutes, he said; "Can I suck it?" I was taken aback that he wanted to go that far, but very turned on, firstly to hear him say that about my cock, and secondly as it is something I had fantasized about several times. I hesitated though. "Maybe another time." After a short while, I felt myself close to coming and he stopped wanking but I was over the edge and told him quickly to wank me again. He held my cock and gently wanked me. And I came. It felt truly amazing. My first orgasm at the hands of my best friend. My spunk shot up and splattered down, running all over his fingers and over my balls onto my trunks. He gently massaged my softening penis through the remnants of my beautiful orgasm. He lifted his hand up and showed me my spunk on his fingers. I stood to get him some tissue to clean up. After I zipped up and came back from the kitchen after again getting some more tissue I saw him rubbing the tissue with my spunk on it all over his cock head. I reached across again and started to wank him. I wet my fingers and rubbed around the head of his cock and over the tip, and tapped his balls to bring him on. He was quite drunk and took a long time for him to come. It was probably only four or five minutes but I thought he wasn't going to come then I felt his cock pulse slightly and he groaned and then I felt the warmth of his spunk over my fingers, saw it spurt up and onto his belly. Some even shot onto his shoulder. I liked watching his face as he came, the way his eyes half closed when just before he spurted on me. He pulled his trousers up and I think he began to realise the enormity of it all, and felt a bit guilty. I said there was no reason to but he left shortly after in a taxi. I asked him to email me the next day about what he thought about it. I heard nothing so emailed him on Sunday at lunchtime. I didn't hear anything until Tuesday when he phoned me (by mistake - he meant to phone another friend). We were in a position where we had to mention it but we both agreed we enjoyed it, talked a bit and left it at that. He emailed me on Wednesday about 1.10am and told me that he agreed with my email, that it was a jack off session with two best mates which went a stage further. He said it was a huge turn on for him. I tell you, I couldn't wait until it happened again. After the guilt of the first time we got together again quite quickly afterwards and only a couple of weeks after that he came round to my house again, ostensibly for a few drinks and a laugh. We certainly never arranged to meet up to wank each other. On this next night it went just as it had before, we spent the evening drinking and as time wore on we probably became a bit less inhibited, and agreed we'd like to do it again. I think we had both had hard-ons for some time thinking about it. So, we got a decent hardcore video to watch while we wanked each other. We both got our cocks out and I quickly leant across and put my hand around his. I didn't see the point in wanking myself for any length of time. We weren't there for that. He did the same and he spat on his hand and wrapped it around my cock again. I liked the feeling of the wetness and his hand gripping my cockhead. I did the same though maybe not as much. After a while I had leant over him to be directly above his cock and I spat on his knob and wanked him, letting my fingers rub over his wet glans. It was a thrill having my face so close to his penis this time and I wondered what it would be like to have it in my mouth. The thought of having another man's erection in my mouth made my own cock throb. I leant forward some more and nudged his cock with my lip and looked up at him. He was watching me. "Do you want me to do it?" I asked him. He nodded. I didn't hesitate and just slipped my mouth over his cockhead and for the first time ever had another guy's penis in my mouth. I sucked it for a bit and then lifted off. It didn't feel strange at all, didn't taste strange either, but it felt new, erotic, and very very horny. I was surprised at my reaction. He then leant across to do the same to me. He had asked the previous week if he could suck it and I was a bit shocked but now I was so horny that I wanted him to suck me. I showed him that I had shaved myself a bit, not totally smooth, but very short. He quickly went down on me and I felt his warm mouth on my dick and couldn't believe I was seeing this. We did it turn about for a few minutes and as I got a bit bolder I went down as far as I could onto his cock and had his knob right at the back of my throat and felt myself gagging. A couple of times when I was in his mouth, I felt my orgasm building up and told him. I would really have liked to have come in his mouth but I didn't know if he wanted that. I had said to him I liked the idea of him coming into my mouth but was worried about it so he promised he wouldn't. He spent more time sucking my dick than I did to him. He was obviously more used to it than me. He got down on his knees in front of me and really went at it. It was fucking amazing. He sucked me for a long time. He then slipped a finger under my balls and started rubbing me, getting further under until he was rubbing my asshole, which felt so good. Alternating with this he started licking my balls, starting behind my balls over them to the base of my cock. I'd never had that done to me before. At one point I got up to switch off the porno and as I walked back I stood beside him and offered my erection to his face which he took without hesitation. I told him I had wanted to do that last time when we jacked off together months ago. Between me sucking him, I asked him how I was doing, as I was conscious of my teeth grating on his shaft a bit, as I know how sore that can be, but he said I was good at it, which obviously made me feel good. I got back to jacking him off and when he came it was such a turn on again, feeling his warm spunk shoot out over my fingers. I have had my own spunk all over me before, but there is something about having your friend's sperm on you, running between your fingers, still warm. I asked him about the last time when he wanked me off as I'd thought I'd seen him rubbing the tissue, soaked with my cum, over his cock head. He said he had. I told him it turned me on to think about jacking off and coming over him. As it ended up I did not get an orgasm out of it, and he left, but I knew I'd persuade him to give me a good suck and wank next time. It was then June 2001 and another night of drinking at my place. I had spoken to him about 10pm about what happened between us before and I asked him if he was okay with it. We agreed we didn't feel embarrassed or awkward about it. I told him I didn't think about it as being a one-off experience, hoping it wasn't going to be. Later on as we had a look at websites and checked emails, I said to him; "I hope you don't mind if I get my cock out just now'" and unzipped and pulled out my hardon. We were sitting on two chairs in front of the PC. I wanked for a couple of minutes while we chatted about a web site. "I'd like to wank you again" he said. I took my hand off my cock and he gently grasped it and slowly wanked me. He then said; "I really want to suck you again" and I said I really wanted him to. He bent over and took my knob into his mouth and I watched his lips sliding up and down my shaft. He stood up to go over to a more comfortable chair and as he stood, his bulge was in my face. He unzipped and pulled his cock out right in front of me and I put his erection in my mouth and sucked him for a couple of minutes. As we both stood, we rubbed our cockheads together, and watched them sliding around on each other, some precum and our saliva making them slide easily against each other. We moved to another two chairs beside each other and masturbated each other for a few minutes, then I went down on him again. After that we moved through to the kitchen and I leant against the worktop and dropped my trousers to my ankles. I told him I'd liked it before when he rubbed my ass and he obliged, and started to rub my balls, then moved back to my asshole. He was kneeling in front of me and started to suck my cock. I had shaved my hair a few weeks before and was keeping it short. My scrotum felt very smooth with only a little hair above my cock and it felt amazing when he played with my balls. The pleasure from him playing with my ass was intense. I spread my legs a bit so he could get better access and he started to press on my asshole and I thought he might penetrate. He is an amazing cocksucker and I could feel my orgasm building and I told him. He kept on sucking and I said again I might come soon and told him to stop. The reason for this was that I had come in a girlfriend's mouth years ago and I couldn't feel my orgasm at all and got no pleasure from it. But he looked up at me, still with my shaft embedded in his mouth and shook his head, and kept on sucking as his eyes stared at me. I told him again to stop and he looked up, stared at me, shaking his head, and kept fingering my ass. I reached down and pushed his hand harder in against me. I felt my orgasm build quickly and then felt the surge from the base of my cock, then felt my cock pulsing and then pumping as my cock shot spunk into my friend's mouth. It was an unbelieveable feeling as I felt the surge through my cock and not worrying about where my spunk was flying. In a matter of seconds it was over, and my friend took his mouth off my cock and looked up at me and spoke and I thought, fucking hell he swallowed it. He told me he had never swallowed before. We were both a bit shocked that we had gone that far but knew we both enjoyed it. We went back to the chair so I could suck him and wank him off, but in the end he never came, and left for home. Onto September 2001 and another night of revelry round at mine, but this time there was more people there and halfway through the evening Kenny told me when the others were out of the room; "I really want to give you a blowjob." I think I sort of laughed at the simplicity of it. My best friend was telling me he'd like to suck my cock as family and friends sat nearby, but by now there was nothing shocking about it. We'd just wait until the others had gone. After another couple of hours chatting to friends, all the while thinking how very soon Kenny's cock would soon be in my mouth and his spunk shooting for me, the people dispersed and Kenny gave some innocuous reason to hang around. Best Friend's Blowjobs Very soon we were sat on the sofa beside each other and pulled out trousers down to our knees and started to wank ourselves. In no time we had our hands on each other's cocks and then he was on his knees in front of me going to town on my dick. He said he wanted to try something and told me to turn round with my knees on the floor and get face down on the sofa. I turned round slightly and he was wanking his hard on. "Fuck, he wants to try and fuck me in the ass" I thought. "You're not going to try and put it in are you?" I asked him but I don't know if he heard me, but I then realised he wanted me to bend over so he could spread my cheeks and lick me. I felt a bit exposed in that position so said I didn't want to get like that. We agreed I'd lie back on the sofa with my legs up, and messed about with getting my trousers off one leg, so he could get right between my thighs. I lay back on the sofa and scooted forward and held my legs high, but he wanted me forward more and more on the edge, so I did. He then went down below my balls, between my ass cheeks, and started to lick my asshole. It felt exquisite. I wish I could remember the feelings of pleasure again, but they have faded now. He stopped then and began to suck me again, and after a while my cock exploded into his mouth for the second time. I really wanted him to see and feel his warm spunk on my hands again so I started to wank him, but it took a while as he was a bit drunk. I talked a bit dirty to him about fantasies of us together and asked if he'd like to come on my face. I told him I'd like to splash my spunk all over his cock and I really wanted to feel his come all over my dick. It took a few more minutes of wanking him before he came over my fingers. Within a few weeks I experienced another first. The evening went the same as before, drinking til late, wanking each other, then sucking each other's cocks. It was this night though that I got up the courage to take his spunk on me somewhere other than just over my hand. I'd fantasised about him wanking himself onto me. Over my chest, over my cock and balls as I wanked myself, or even right onto my face. This night I decided I would try and take it on my face and so I asked him if he would do that, knowing fine he wasn't about to refuse the chance to jack off onto my face. And so it happened, with me kneeling in front of him, occasionally rubbing his balls and him staring down at me, wanking himself hard. I remember his eyes glazing over and his mouth dropping open again as he hit the peak and groaned just before he slowed his wanking and his spunk jetted from the tip of his cock. He was doing his best to point it straight at me as his cock took him through his orgasm, and spewed his sperm onto his friend's face. I felt the warmth hit me and spread across my chin and left cheek. I opened my mouth to get some inside and he pointed his cock downward as I did this but none of it went in. He was fucking loving it, and I knew it. How many gay guys get to jerk off onto their straight friend's face? I stood up and looked at myself in the large mirror, seeing the sheen of his come on my face then I turned to show him. I liked the feeling of having someone's come on my face. As the years have gone on I have realised that I am not entirely straight though, and I'm happy with that. It's not like I'm bisexual and can't get any cock. I'm bisexual and I can get some cock almost anytime I want, with no strings. There was then a lapse in any action for a couple of years. He met someone and the social side of things slowed down with us. We still saw each other but less often and mostly with other people there, other close friends, spouses, boyfriends etc and we never got the chance to do anything. Then in November 2003, we managed to get a chance to do something. Again it went a step further. Now although he had played with my ass a little before, even licked it, he had never actually gone inside me. This night he was sucking my cock and I felt him probing at my asshole, then he spat on his finger and pushed against me again. I had a idea what he was trying to do so I spread my legs slightly and reached behind me and spread my ass cheeks wider and tried to relax my muscles there. It worked and I felt his finger slip past my ridge and into me. It felt so good. I'd never even done that to myself before. This pretty much sent me over the edge. That and the hard sucking he was giving me and before long I blew my load straight into his mouth. The feeling of that orgasm seemed to top the rest at that point. Around September 2004 we were lucky enough to be able to get together a few times over a short period. I was thinking of the time he had come on my face and about the fact that I'd never actually tasted his spunk. On this night I was on my knees as he sat on the sofa and was sucking his cock. I asked him if he could jack himself off against my face again. He looked quite pleased at that request, so I sat back in the middle of the floor as he stood up in front of me, and masturbated himself at a gentle pace. Occasionally I would lean forward with my tongue out and lick his cockhead as it strained towards me. He gradually built up towards his orgasm and I remember his mouth dropped open and he breathed out sharply as his orgasm hit him. We were looking into each others eyes as he came. I loved watching his cock as the spunk pulsed out. I felt the warmth as his come landed on me. Some of his come went over his own hand, but most hit the side of my face and my slightly parted lips. I got to taste it, and it was very good. I had tasted my own come before but never thought I would taste someone else's. Two weeks after that and with the taste of his come still fresh in my memory I told him straight that I wanted to have his come in my mouth at the end of the night. He was even more pleased with this than just jacking off onto my face. But I wasn't sure if I was good enough to suck him off, and make him come that way, so I told to wank into my mouth. He did, and although I got some in my mouth, alot of it went over my face again. It was a nice feeling to have a load in my mouth and I swirled it around, over my tongue and around my teeth before I swallowed it. It was a little strange having my whole mouth tasting of his come. So I knew I enjoyed the feeling and taste of spunk in my mouth but I hadn't tried to actually suck him to completion. I asked him about this and he said I would be able to do it easily. I had always found it quite hard to keep sucking for a long time at a steady rhythm, as I would get a sore jaw. I said I would try to suck him off, and that night I went for it, after the usual mutual wanking and sucking, I knelt in front of him as he sat on the sofa. I kept up a steady pace until he warned me he was about shoot and I could feel his cock pumping his warm come onto my tongue. It was really strange to feel that, but made me extremely horny. I stuck my tongue out and showed him his sperm on my tongue before I swallowed it. In October 2004, while we were in my back garden late at night, probably around 11pm, chatting and sipping our wine, I was sitting on a bench and he was standing in front of me. I had rubbed the front of his trousers and worked him up to a firm erection, then pulled his zipper down. He had to help and he quickly fished his hard cock out of his trousers. I should explain that my garden is about four metres wide and five metres long, and a 6 foot high fencing all around. There's an extension which goes out a few metres as so there's an area just outside the back door where the direct neighbours can't see me. And that's useful. He had his hard-on out and I was sucking on it between having my own drink. He also had poppers with him that night, which you smell to get a quick high, and I did that just before sucking him and that made a huge difference. During that he told me he wanted to go another step further and wanted me to actually fuck him. I had fantasised about it, but never thought we'd do that. We agreed to try it and that we'd meet at his flat in the west end of Glasgow, and found the best time to do it would be late afternoon, when I could leave work early. We had previously talked about meeting up at his flat anyway just to wank and suck each other, and he would sometimes text me in the morning to ask if I could visit that day, but it was always too short notice to get away from work. There had been one time in the September that I had arranged to leave work at 3pm on a Monday, and I was supposed to go to his flat, and do what we planned. I was really nervous, but horny at the same time. I knew it would just be me fucking him, but not him fucking me, as I wasn't into that - at that point. Or maybe just scared of it. He called it off only a couple of hours before I had to leave as something came up so it never happened. There came a time when it wasn't happening as regular as I'd have hoped and on occasions it was sometimes quite awkward as he would be over at my place and because nothing had happened for a while and we'd never really talked about it in between I wasn't actually sure if he still wanted to do anything. There was one particular evening when at the end of the night when we both knew what we wanted to do but didn't know how to bring it up. But we spoke about it and agreed that we'll have some 'fun' every time we meet up and almost every time we met up after that we would end up sucking each other, unless there were other people around which made it kind of inappropriate. I remember one Saturday night I'd offered to pick him up from his place and drive him back to mine, and as I was heading over there I was feeling so horny so when I got there I asked him if he wanted me to jerk him off before we left. He looked at me almost apologetically and said; "Sorry, I've just done it myself." I was feeling so horny though I just asked him he would mind doing me then. He was happy to so I sat back on his sofa, got my trousers to my knees and my hardon out and let him wrap his hand around it. It didn't take long for me to spill my spunk over his hand. Another time when I picked him up we were talking about jacking off in the car when driving or parked up somewhere and he was a bit wary about that, but I thought I'd push it and undid my jeans and pulled my dick out and wanked it while I was driving. He took the hint and took it in his hand and wanked me. He then spat on his hand, and not just a little. Alot. When he gripped my cock again he soaked me. His saliva was running down my shaft onto my exposed balls. It felt great though. I'd never done that to myself before. I'd told him a couple of times that I preferred his balls to be shaved as he'd had them like that for some time then let it grow back in again, but I just can't stomach licking balls when they are hairy. In September 2006, he was round at mine for the evening and at some point later on he got his cock out to show me that he'd shaved himself. I couldn't resist the smooth balls and I sucked and licked him for a bit. After some more drinking, we sucked each other again and we got talking about anal sex. I was coming round to the idea of it by then and said I could give it a try. He sat down with his erection standing upright. I was naked from the waist down and manoeuvred over him with my back to him and lowered myself so my asshole touched the tip of his cock. It took a little bit of movement but eventually his cock head slid into my ass, not deep, but enough for me to know how much I'd enjoy getting a whole length inside me. He fucked me gently but quickly for about 30 seconds, then pulled out. He then told me to sit down. We did the same again and I can still remember the feeling of his body pushing against the tip of my dick, then feeling his asshole give way and let me slide into him. I didn't go in deep either and he kept control of the movement by bouncing up and down a little. After that I wanked myself off directly into his mouth, with him just sucking gently on my cock head. He then did the same and shot a huge load of spunk straight into my mouth while I knelt in front him. By now I was really loving the taste of spunk and did not hesitate to swallow it I sometimes think of this from his point of view, being gay with a straight friend who is more than happy to suck cock, drink his come, be spunked on and slide his cock up him. It's a good arrangement. Onto June 2008 and with the warm weather we took to spending some more time outside talking. I have a summerhouse at the end of the garden, and it is very comfortable in there and when it's dark outside you can't be seen from the house, which is a benefit. At one point we were sitting in the summerhouse and I was standing at the door and he was in front of me, standing on the decking, both facing the house. I took my cock out and told him it was hard. He reached around behind himself and grasped it and wanked me a little. It was awkward though. I moved back inside the summerhouse and sat on the cushioned bench and pulled my trousers down to my knees and started to wank myself in front of him. I told him to take his cock out too and he just undid his zip and pulled it through, with his balls as well then sat beside me. I started to wank him so he was hard, then leant over him and put his cock in my mouth. I pushed my face down onto it so it was at the back of my throat. I was sucking his balls one by one into my mouth as well. He had them shaved at that time so they were wonderfully smooth. God, that felt good. When I was sucking him he reached under me and was wanking my cock for me. About an hour or two later we were inside in the living room, he was waiting for a taxi. It was about 3am. He was sitting on the sofa, I was standing. I didn't think anything else was going to happen as his taxi was coming soon. He reached out and grabbed the front of my trousers and pulled me over to him. He pulled at the buttons but couldn't get it so I unbuttoned my jeans for him. My cock was soft and he just put it straight in his mouth and sucked til I was hard. He spent about 10 minutes sucking me and he was reaching up and pinching my nipples quite hard as well. I didn't think I'd be able to come as I'd had a bit to drink, but quite quickly I felt my orgasm starting and I grabbed his head and pushed him onto my cock. He never stopped sucking me then suddenly I burst and shot a load of spunk into his mouth. He looked me in the eyes when this happened and I could tell he was loving this. After I finished I could feel my legs going wobbly and my cock started to go soft but he kept on just sucking the tip of my cock. He swallowed my come as he looked at me and told me that he loved doing that. He never asked me to make him come but he seemed happy enough to have my come in his mouth. It doesn't feel weird having a cock in my mouth. I like it. I like it just as much as licking a pussy, but I find it very erotic to watch another guy's cock shoot spunk, and love the feeling of the cock pulsing in my hand if I'm holding it. A couple of months after that in August he was round at mine and he eventually left at 4am. After all the wanking and sucking we did that night it turned out that neither of us actually came once. The fun started at 11pm when we were outside and I asked him if he wanted a blow job. He said yes and we went into the summerhouse and I sat down. He stood in front of me and took out his cock. I took it in my hand and wanked him for a couple of minutes and then slipped it in my mouth very slowly running my tongue all around his cock head and up and down the shaft, getting him nice and wet. He got hard quite quickly and I spent about five minutes on and off sucking his erection and even managed to get one of his balls in my mouth and sucked quite hard on that as well. I wasn't sure how hard I should actually suck on it as I didn't want to hurt him. We did this quite a few times when he was going out for a cigarette, and he sucked me as well. When we had gone out the second time I sat down and undid my jeans and sat back with them around my knees and wanked my cock as it stood up straight waiting for him to suck me. I was showing it off to him, holding it at the base so it stuck vertically in the air and as he stood at the summerhouse door, I could see his eyes in the semi darkness staring at my cock. He didn't take long to get down on his knees and take my prick in his mouth and this time he went town really licking my balls for me. He pushed my sac up with his nose and shoved his tongue as far back as he could go into my ass crack and probed me. At one point I was standing at the door of the summerhouse watching the back of the house and neighbour's windows. My jeans were around my knees and he was on his knees with my cock in his mouth. It sounds quite risky, but the way the lights shine from the houses, the place we stand is in darkness. With going back and forth into the house we never really got a good chance to finish each other off and come, even though I asked him to wank off into my mouth so I could at least taste his spunk that night. Since then it's been quiet even though we still meet up and see each other. We are quite open about wanking each other or wanting to get jerked off and I like that about us. I'm hoping that once he reads this he'll want to get his cock in my mouth and come on my face very soon. * So that's my true story. Any comments welcome.