I'm from a rural part of Australia. It's a town of about 2000 and a six-hour drive away from Sydney. All of the homes here are on farms the size of small European countries, so whenever there's a party, everyone knows about it.

I happened to be back home for a friend's, Abby's, birthday. She had turned twenty, so we were now the same age. She had organised a bonfire for a couple of friends. A group of about fifteen of us chatted around a towering pile of wood, for a good chunk of the night. There were friends from high school and a couple of people from work. Importantly for this story, Abby's older brother, James, and his friend, Michael, were also mingling around the fire. James and Michael are a little older than us, twenty-five maybe? We were having fun, drinking, and chatting, and the night was moving along pretty well.

A fun fact about me - I'm bi, but I don't pass as straight. I don't mind it, it's just that it's pretty obvious, especially in a rural area. Being older brothers, James and Michael had picked up on that and ran with it. They started calling me jokey names, and "Bi-ginger" stuck. It wasn't mean-spirited, just jokey stuff...all night. Whenever Michael and I bump into each other throughout the night, he always says something snarky. Every time we cross paths, the jokes get progressively more intense, building up to a point where Michael jokingly asked how often I have to clean cum off my glasses.

It's dark, and the bonfire is going. Abby and I are huddled together; she leans in to tell me something. "I wanna give Michael a blowjob," she admits, giggly. I'm a bit taken aback. Abby isn't really a horny person, but I was happy to wingman if she was serious. Giddy, we make our way over to where James and Michael were chatting. We butt in, and eventually, Michael is peeled away. He and Abby go off to talk business. I'm left to make awkward small talk with James.

After some time, Abby came back to us, dejected. Michael didn't want to. Michael came up beside me and explained, "I said no thank you." There was a pause. "But I'd give you a go anytime," he said, bellowing with laughter. I laughed back and played along, making a slurping sound. We laughed, but he lingered for a moment, expectantly. I got a feeling that I understood at the moment, but can't put it into words, other than - he wasn't fully joking. We both hesitated for a moment; we both half knew what we wanted. He pulled me aside by the arm, and I followed him wordlessly. Playful jeers and woos from James and Abby followed us as we moved away from the group.

We got to a dark, quiet area, near where everyone had parked. Michael's joking tone snapped into a sensual one. "Do you wanna suck this cock?" I nodded quietly. He smelled like cigarettes and dust, like smoke from the fire. We pressed against the side of his small car. Tentatively, I moved my hand between his legs. Amongst the rough denim, I felt along his bulge. It was growing.

Hurriedly, he opened the back seat of his car and jumped in. I followed him to the cramped interior. He shuffled around with his zipper, and hurriedly shoved everything out of the way. Despite the confined darkness of the back of his car, I could make out his cock's basic shape. It was pretty big, maybe about seven inches. It hung, half hard, down towards me. "Get to it," he teased, waggling the growing member.

I leaned over and felt the heat radiating off it. I brought a hand to the base and stroked methodically. In the darkness, I watched the foreskin shift and move close to my face. Excitedly, I knelt further down and took the entire head into my mouth. He tasted like the smell of the fire and like warm pre-cum. He gasped wordlessly as I swirled my tongue around the head. He tensed, and I pulled up, with a pop. I stroked again a couple of times. Placing a hand on the back of my head, he guided me back onto it. "You're doing great," he added.

I felt him lightly press on my head, holding me there as he gave a few methodical, repetitive thrusts. I remember the way his shaft pressed against the side of my lips. It was tight in the back of the car. I was contorted, but definitely eager to help a guy out. He applied more pressure and pushed down hard. I was forced to swallow the entire length, and I gagged slightly, pulling back. I pulled off for a moment but eagerly dove back in.

I'm a sucker at telling the time, but we went at it for a good ten minutes. But I knew he was close when his breathing increased and his body tensed. Eventually, Michael hurriedly brought his hand to the base and rubbed it frantically. "I'm gonna..." Stroking it a few times, he thrust out warm ropes that sprayed along my tongue. It was sour, but I held it there before swallowing. I went back to the head longingly and gave it a few last kisses. Reaching across, he pinned my cheeks with one hand and brought me up to his face. More forcefully than I was expecting, he tongued at my drool, and we shuffled there for a moment. It tasted like saliva, like the salty aftertaste, and like the smell of fire.

One other fun fact: sleeping in the back of a car with another guy leaves you with a sore back in the morning. It's only worth it if you suck a load out of him.