Seeing him again...

One night when I was visiting a friend I hadn't seen for some time, as the evening wore on the talk got around to how stupidly dishonest and hypocritical the general attitudes to sex still were, and he confided in me that he had done some sexual experimentation with another fellow he had been sharing a flat with. I'd had no sexual encounters with males since I was in early primary school, but the thought of him experimenting similarly with me started my cock straining against my pants. As I saw him look at my crotch I noticed that he had a bulge too, and our eyes met. Holding my gaze, he slowly unzipped his fly and took out his almost completely hard cock and began to fondle it. I did the same, and it was a wonderful feeling as my cock came out of my pants. Soon we had our trousers and underpants off, and both our pricks were standing throbbingly stiff. We fondled each other balls and prick for a bit, then he walked in to his bedroom. We stripped right off and fell into a 69, and licked and sucked and fondled and caressed all around each others' crotch. What happened after that has become a bit of a blur in my memory, as this happened a fair while ago. Not long afterwards he moved interstate. While he was away he got married, and about five years later he came to Sydney on a visit, and came up to my place to spend the day. When I realised he was coming on his own, I spent the time waiting for him to arrive in a state of tumescent excited expectation. I didn't know what his approach to male sex might be now that he was married, but I knew what I hoped his approach would be! When he arrived we sat down with a drink and began to catch up on each other's news. When I asked him directly how married life was, and whether the sex was still satisfying he answered, "The sex is fine, though not as frequent as I'd ideally like, but right now I'd love to suck your cock. I've been having erections thinking about it all the time on the drive up." I told him about my hopes for his visit too, and we went straight up to the bedroom. As we quickly got undressed I began to literally tremble with the anticipation of what was to come. It was a really palpable and transporting adrenalin rush. We both laid on our sides and began to suck voraciously on each other's hard, hard erection. It was such a release to put his in my mouth. Such a feeling of total uninhibitedness. I felt like I had really let go, and I savoured the feel of the softness of the meaty part of its head on my tongue, the rounded edge of the flanged hood, while at the same time his mouth sliding over my shaft and his tongue licking around its head was competing for my attention. I usually take a while to cum, but after a few minutes of this I realised that I had to hold back or I'd be cumming before I'd had a chance to savour the experience to the full. I told him this, and we disengaged and sat up, gently caressing each other's genitals. My whole body seemed to be wanting to get out via my cock. It felt fantastically hard and sensitive. Everything was focussed in it - and in his. We sat opposite one another and masturbated the other's cock as though we were pulling our own. We each had slightly different techniques of stroking and holding it, and it was delicious to feel that difference and to both find it very arousing. We were both tremblingly horny by this, when suddenly he said he was going to come. He leaned forward and spurted his milky wetness all over my lower belly. When he'd come down to earth after a little while, he said, "Now, let's both make you come." I explained that I was worried that if I came then it'd be all over for me, and that I'd rather save it up so we could play around some more. (He was about six years younger than me). "Don't you worry," he said, "we'll be able to make you come again later. Just you see!" So he reached out and began to fondle my dick. I lay back and opened my legs wide and just let the sensations wash over me as he sucked on my cock and licked around my balls. As he pulled expertly on my prick his tongue flicked down round the base of my balls, tantalisingly close to my arsehole, and suddenly I knew I was beyond the point of holding my orgasm back any longer. His hand kept pumping up and down my shaft with just the right amount of pressure, and as his tongue flicked around my bum once more my come rose spurting out of my prick and covered his still pumping hand. We both lay back and smiled, and took a well-earned, splay-legged rest. He stayed for dinner that evening, and after we'd eaten we went into the loungeroom, where more sharing of our sexuality went on. But I'll save that for another time.