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The wife and I were hanging out at home, enjoying the weekend, getting some work done around the place, when not enjoying the shade of the porch and a beer while cooling on the BBQ, when there was a knock at the door. Most people know to call before coming over, but it was a great surprise to see a couple we used to hang out with back in our college days. We hadn't seen them in years, since they had moved several states away. We kept up with them through occasional email and and the usual cards for Christmas. and such, but nothing else.
Inviting them in, they said they were in town for a few days because of a funeral in the wife's family, and were using the time to catch up with people when not dealing with the funeral stuff. So the wives started chatting up a storm about work and shoes and whatnot, so I invited my friend out to the garage to enjoy a cold beer and show off the bike I had always talked about getting before he left the area.
I won't bore you with a lot of the conversation, but it didn't take long for him to bring up the subject of how he missed the college days when I sucked his cock a lot. A LOT!
I asked him, “So what brought this up” Not that I minded.
“Fuck, dude. Since I knew we were headed up here it's all I have thought about! Seriously, man.”
“I can see you're thinking about it now.” I nodded toward the lump in his shorts, and grinned.
He looked down at it for a second, “Hmmm. Yeah. Well... It was all I could do not to have a constant hardon on the drive here.
I reached over and up the leg of his shorts. “I see you showed up, um, 'hoping',” I said, noting the lack of underwear, since in our college days he always wore some unless he knew we'd be playing.
He leaned back as I grabbed his hard cock and moaned. I had to see that cock I had sucked so many times, so I pushed the leg of his pants up and pulled his cock out. MMM 8 inches of thick, hard, cut cock. My mouth was watering at the sight, and my cock hard as I remembered how many times I had sucked it those many years ago, and how it all stated. (For those interested, read my story “Sucking a Bi Curious Friend”. This is that friend.). I slowly but firmly stroked his cock, watching some precum bead at his slit. It was all I could do to not lick it up!
“MMMMM. Fuck, dude, I've missed you! Not just this, ya' know?” He nodded his head rapidly to let me know. “But fuck, dude, you give the best blowjob I've ever had!”
“Do tell,” I said. I loved the way his cock always filled my mouth. Hard cock, yet the skin's soft and warm in my mouth. Heaven.
“I still jack off thinking about it. Even imagine the wife's mouth (she was the girlfriend in the first story) is your mouth when she blowing me and I want to cum.”
“Now, that is interesting,” I chuckled. “Now. If you want that cock sucked?...”
“Oh, yeah. I remember. Suck!... My!... Cock!”
My mouth was on his cock as soon as he finished his sentence, lapping all that precum from his nice big cockhead. Plunging my tongue as deep into the slit as I could, remembering how much he loved that. I sucked for several minutes, getting his cock sloppy with my spit, using my hand to stroke the shaft and rub his balls, the way I know he liked. I could feel his hands on my head as he told me over and over how good my mouth felt on his “fag cock”, and how he hoped I could suck his cock a lot in the several days they'd be up here. I stopped sucking long enough to tell him how much I missed sucking his cock, and him in general, and that I would suck him as much as we could manage in the time we had.
His cock was getting harder in my mouth and I could feel his hips rocking, the way they did way back when I was sucking him in college, that told me he was getting close to cumming.
I knew exactly what I needed to do to make him cum, and started working his cock that way with my mouth. I felt his hands on my head, not pushing my head down, just holding onto me, the way he often did when about to shoot a load in my mouth.
“Ohhh. Fuuuck! Yeah... Suck my faggot cock! Suck my cock! God, I've missed this! OH, yeah... I miss being a fag for your mouth! Oh, shit! Here it comes! Oh, fuuuuuuuck...” He moaned as I felt the first spurt of his white, hot load splash onto my tongue. My tongue lapped at the slit as I felt jet after jet after jet of his cum shoot from his cock into my mouth. He was always a heavy cummer, usually shooting seven or eight good-sized spurts before trailing off, and this was no exception. In fact, this was an extra-large load he was giving me, and I was loving every delicious drop of it!
The heavy jets of cum finally stopped, and now I was milking the last drop from his cock with my hand, lapping the drops oozing from his slit, probing his slit with my tongue, until there was no more.
I sat back up, wiping my mouth with a shop towel that happened to be handy at the moment.
“MMMMM. I've missed sucking that cock.”
He was still panting, his eyes closed. “I've missed you sucking it, too.”
“That was some load you had there.”
“That's two, almost three, days worth of not touching my cock!” We both laughed. “Seriously, dude! I didn't know if you'd still be into sucking cock, let alone wanting to suck mine? “ I shrugged a little, then nodded.
He continued,”Anyway, the wife's been a bit preoccupied, obviously, with the funeral and all. And I though that, well... If you did suck me, how fucking awesome it would feel to get sucked and finally cum, if you did.”
“So, did you thing right?” I chided.
“Fuck yeah!” He laughed out.
“Yeah,” I agreed, “You did. So how long you in town for?
“The next three days. Four, actually, but we leave first thing the forth day.”
“So are you going to have a lot of time, with the funeral and all?”
He nodded.. “Yeah. There's crazy numbers for family, and she knows I'm not a big fan of her family” I know her family, and I nodded in agreement. “So, I told her that I was going to see if you want to hang and catch up and stuff.” I nodded. “Good!” He finished.
I stood up. “We better get back to the house before they wonder what the hell happened to us?”
“Yeah.”
We entered the house to find our wives still gabbing away on the porch, a couple of empty wine cooler bottles on the railing, and each with a half full one in their hands.
“I guess we needn't have worried, huh?” I asked him.
“Nope.I guess not.”
“Hey,” I aimed at the women, “Since you two seem to be here for a while, catching up on, um, drinking...” I motioned to the coolers, bringing a laugh from everyone, “We're going to go back to 'the cave' and catch up some more with the words 'shopping' or 'shoes', in the conversation, if you two haven't made plans for us, or,” looking at his wife,” you don't have to rush off for the 'festivities'?”
His wife said, “No. The 'fun' doesn't really start until tomorrow, so go ahead.” She lpooked at my wife and asked, “If that's ok?”
My wife replied, “Sure! And we have more wine coolers, so there's your excuse not to drive. Hey, if you want we can cook out tonight.” Nods all around.
“Hey,” I said. Grabbing my friend by the shoulder and pushing him towards the door, “Let's get some meat from the freezer.” And we headed back to the garage, his cock starting to make a tent in his shorts...
Inviting them in, they said they were in town for a few days because of a funeral in the wife's family, and were using the time to catch up with people when not dealing with the funeral stuff. So the wives started chatting up a storm about work and shoes and whatnot, so I invited my friend out to the garage to enjoy a cold beer and show off the bike I had always talked about getting before he left the area.
I won't bore you with a lot of the conversation, but it didn't take long for him to bring up the subject of how he missed the college days when I sucked his cock a lot. A LOT!
I asked him, “So what brought this up” Not that I minded.
“Fuck, dude. Since I knew we were headed up here it's all I have thought about! Seriously, man.”
“I can see you're thinking about it now.” I nodded toward the lump in his shorts, and grinned.
He looked down at it for a second, “Hmmm. Yeah. Well... It was all I could do not to have a constant hardon on the drive here.
I reached over and up the leg of his shorts. “I see you showed up, um, 'hoping',” I said, noting the lack of underwear, since in our college days he always wore some unless he knew we'd be playing.
He leaned back as I grabbed his hard cock and moaned. I had to see that cock I had sucked so many times, so I pushed the leg of his pants up and pulled his cock out. MMM 8 inches of thick, hard, cut cock. My mouth was watering at the sight, and my cock hard as I remembered how many times I had sucked it those many years ago, and how it all stated. (For those interested, read my story “Sucking a Bi Curious Friend”. This is that friend.). I slowly but firmly stroked his cock, watching some precum bead at his slit. It was all I could do to not lick it up!
“MMMMM. Fuck, dude, I've missed you! Not just this, ya' know?” He nodded his head rapidly to let me know. “But fuck, dude, you give the best blowjob I've ever had!”
“Do tell,” I said. I loved the way his cock always filled my mouth. Hard cock, yet the skin's soft and warm in my mouth. Heaven.
“I still jack off thinking about it. Even imagine the wife's mouth (she was the girlfriend in the first story) is your mouth when she blowing me and I want to cum.”
“Now, that is interesting,” I chuckled. “Now. If you want that cock sucked?...”
“Oh, yeah. I remember. Suck!... My!... Cock!”
My mouth was on his cock as soon as he finished his sentence, lapping all that precum from his nice big cockhead. Plunging my tongue as deep into the slit as I could, remembering how much he loved that. I sucked for several minutes, getting his cock sloppy with my spit, using my hand to stroke the shaft and rub his balls, the way I know he liked. I could feel his hands on my head as he told me over and over how good my mouth felt on his “fag cock”, and how he hoped I could suck his cock a lot in the several days they'd be up here. I stopped sucking long enough to tell him how much I missed sucking his cock, and him in general, and that I would suck him as much as we could manage in the time we had.
His cock was getting harder in my mouth and I could feel his hips rocking, the way they did way back when I was sucking him in college, that told me he was getting close to cumming.
I knew exactly what I needed to do to make him cum, and started working his cock that way with my mouth. I felt his hands on my head, not pushing my head down, just holding onto me, the way he often did when about to shoot a load in my mouth.
“Ohhh. Fuuuck! Yeah... Suck my faggot cock! Suck my cock! God, I've missed this! OH, yeah... I miss being a fag for your mouth! Oh, shit! Here it comes! Oh, fuuuuuuuck...” He moaned as I felt the first spurt of his white, hot load splash onto my tongue. My tongue lapped at the slit as I felt jet after jet after jet of his cum shoot from his cock into my mouth. He was always a heavy cummer, usually shooting seven or eight good-sized spurts before trailing off, and this was no exception. In fact, this was an extra-large load he was giving me, and I was loving every delicious drop of it!
The heavy jets of cum finally stopped, and now I was milking the last drop from his cock with my hand, lapping the drops oozing from his slit, probing his slit with my tongue, until there was no more.
I sat back up, wiping my mouth with a shop towel that happened to be handy at the moment.
“MMMMM. I've missed sucking that cock.”
He was still panting, his eyes closed. “I've missed you sucking it, too.”
“That was some load you had there.”
“That's two, almost three, days worth of not touching my cock!” We both laughed. “Seriously, dude! I didn't know if you'd still be into sucking cock, let alone wanting to suck mine? “ I shrugged a little, then nodded.
He continued,”Anyway, the wife's been a bit preoccupied, obviously, with the funeral and all. And I though that, well... If you did suck me, how fucking awesome it would feel to get sucked and finally cum, if you did.”
“So, did you thing right?” I chided.
“Fuck yeah!” He laughed out.
“Yeah,” I agreed, “You did. So how long you in town for?
“The next three days. Four, actually, but we leave first thing the forth day.”
“So are you going to have a lot of time, with the funeral and all?”
He nodded.. “Yeah. There's crazy numbers for family, and she knows I'm not a big fan of her family” I know her family, and I nodded in agreement. “So, I told her that I was going to see if you want to hang and catch up and stuff.” I nodded. “Good!” He finished.
I stood up. “We better get back to the house before they wonder what the hell happened to us?”
“Yeah.”
We entered the house to find our wives still gabbing away on the porch, a couple of empty wine cooler bottles on the railing, and each with a half full one in their hands.
“I guess we needn't have worried, huh?” I asked him.
“Nope.I guess not.”
“Hey,” I aimed at the women, “Since you two seem to be here for a while, catching up on, um, drinking...” I motioned to the coolers, bringing a laugh from everyone, “We're going to go back to 'the cave' and catch up some more with the words 'shopping' or 'shoes', in the conversation, if you two haven't made plans for us, or,” looking at his wife,” you don't have to rush off for the 'festivities'?”
His wife said, “No. The 'fun' doesn't really start until tomorrow, so go ahead.” She lpooked at my wife and asked, “If that's ok?”
My wife replied, “Sure! And we have more wine coolers, so there's your excuse not to drive. Hey, if you want we can cook out tonight.” Nods all around.
“Hey,” I said. Grabbing my friend by the shoulder and pushing him towards the door, “Let's get some meat from the freezer.” And we headed back to the garage, his cock starting to make a tent in his shorts...
