The following took place from ages 14 to 58. With a 40 year interval of only hetero sexual contacts.
I was 12 years old when a neighbor who was 14 introduced me to the world of masturbation. He told me he about measuring cocks and jerking off with his friends. He then dropped his pants and started stroking his hard penis. He wanted me to suck on him, I said only if you do the same. We lay down on the floor and sucked each other. Now, knowing what if feels like to be sucked I don't think he ever took me in his mouth at that time. He asked me to stroke him, he then took over and I observed my first ejaculation. He stroked me, but I was too young to cum. My first cum arrived about a year later.
Some weeks later we were in his bedroom, he was lying on his bed. His 5 year old brother was asleep in the other bed. He opened his pants and asked me to stroke his cock. I stroked him and wanted him to play with me, he said he would only play with my cock if I sucked him first. I did, he refused to suck on me. During the next few years we met once in awhile for a mutual jackoff. He never asked me to suck him again.
When I was 14 another friend and I were watching TV and he moved his foot to rest on my chair, right between my legs. He wasn't wearing shoes and proceeded to press his foot against my cock and balls. It did feel good. Thus began four year sessions of lots of mutual jack offs and oral sex. We guys never thought we were 'queer' (the term of the day). Other guys were doing the same with friends. He moved to another city, subsequently married and that ended our fun times.
I had a same age cousin who lived in another city. During our teen years, on visits, he and I would jerk off together. Forty years have now past. We are both married. A few years ago I was in his city for the weekend, his wife and he invited me to be a guest at their home. When he picked me up at the train station he told me his wife had to leave to visit one of their children. She wouldn't be home until Monday. While riding in the car he mentioned the fun times we had as kids. I knew just what he meant. I agreed with him. He then took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on my crotch and started stroking. I was totally surprised but didn't move his hand away. I opened my pants and took out my cock, it was night, dark, on a non traffic country road. He stroked me as we drove. We talked about revisiting our teen years. Once at his home we were both horny with raging hardons. I took my suitcase to the guest room. We couldn't wait any longer. I undressed him, ran my hands all over his body. I lowered my body to remove his shorts and there right in front of me was the cock I remembered playing with as a teen. The pubic hair was now speckled with gray but his cock was as nice and firm as ever. I stroked it, took him in the mouth, after over 40 years of not touching or sucking a cock this did feel so good. He sat down, spread his legs and I proceeded to continue giving him oral pleasure. After awhile he undressed me and did the same. Wow what a great feeling. I have been sucked by men and women. I'm convinced men do a better job of stroking and sucking. Maybe I haven't been with the right women!
I asked him if he had ever taken a shower with another guy. He said no, neither had I. We decided as long as we were at it why not. On the way downstairs, we couldn't stop the oral action, he sat on the steps and I did him again. Before we stepped into the shower we gave each other more oral. We both realized we had wives who wouldn't provide oral pleasure. We took turns doing the same in the shower and afterwards while drying off. We went back upstairs and proceeded to massage each other, did some 69. He had a vibrating dildo which we took turns inserting into each other. What a sensation, a prostate massage and blow job at the same time. Eventually we stroked each other to orgasms. As we had the entire weekend the next days were a repeat of the same.
I had a conversation with him the other day. We agreed that it was a great weekend. We concurred, sex with our wives is great albeit without oral action.
We agreed our weekend was an interesting diversion. At age 58 we lived as teens again.