My name is Ethan, and my wife, Jenny, and I were lucky to have been born and raised in the Savannah, Georgia area, and then able to find good jobs and raise our family here. We are in our mid-fifties now, and our children are grown and own their own, living in Atlanta.
Jenny and I have a lot of good friends from high school who are still in the area, and she sees her old girlfriends socially at church gatherings, playing cards at bridge nights twice a month, and other get togethers with a couple of her closest friends. I have similar relationships with my old school friends, except we get together to go fishing, play poker, and we play in a bowling league, all of which involve a lot of beer drinking.
This story describes the events that occurred starting two years ago, when my best friend, Alan, and I discovered, after a lifetime of friendship, that his sexual needs could be satisfied by my new-found hunger for his cock and cum.
My Relationship with Alan
Alan and I are within two months of the same age, and since our families were next-door neighbors, we have literally known each other since we were toddlers. We went through preschool, elementary school, middle school, and high school together, many times in the same classes, and we couldn’t have been any closer, without being related. We played sports together, especially in middle school and high school, and even double-dated with the girls we eventually married, with Sarah being Alan’s wife.
Now that I’m older, I can finally admit to myself that Alan was always more of the alpha male in our group of friends, and not only was he a better athlete, but he also made better grades and was more outgoing socially. We had been taking showers together in physical education classes starting in middle school, but it wasn’t until our junior year in high school, when we took showers together after football and basketball practices and games, that I began to notice that he is superior to me in another way.
It was hard not to look at his genitals in the showers, since his soft, thick, uncircumcised cock appeared to be over six inches long, with low-hanging, egg-sized balls hanging down as far as his cock, and I would get mesmerized sometimes watching his junk swinging between his legs with the water and soap suds running down over them, and I also watched our other friends. My soft, circumcised dick, by comparison, is about three inches long and of normal thickness, and my balls are normal and don’t hang down much.
We slept over with each other and spent a lot of time together, but we were both focused on girls, and never got into any boy-on-boy, sexual experimentation like sometimes happens with best friends in their teenage years. For that reason, we never saw each other’s hard cocks, but I knew that my five-inch hard dick isn’t anywhere near as big as Alan’s cock, even on soft.
Alan and I liked to go camping and fishing as teenagers, sometimes with friends and sometimes just the two of us, and that continued into adulthood. We enjoyed taking our sons on fishing outings, and even our daughters came with us sometimes, but they grew out of it in high school, which left Alan and me to go together, sometimes with friends.
We drank a lot of beer on our trips when it was just the adults going, and like I suspect happens with many men, the conversations often evolved to talking about sexual topics. We’d sometimes talk about hot women we saw at the bowling alley, or even complain when our wives were withholding sex, but we never discussed each other’s genitals, at least not until the events in this story began.
I Learn about Alan’s Erectile Dysfunction (ED)
It was the summer of our fifty-third birthdays when Alan and I were camping and fishing together for a long weekend at one of our favorite lakes. We were there for four days and three nights, and after arriving at noon on Friday and setting up camp, we fished later that afternoon. We didn’t have any luck fishing that day, but we enjoyed our beers and the comradery of a lifelong friendship. Our friends, Pete and Larry, couldn’t get away on Friday, and we expected them to come to the lake to join us on Saturday afternoon, in time for fishing before dinner.
We stood side-by-side pissing out behind our tent when we got back to shore, and I was attracted to his cock as he pissed a figure eight in the leaves. It was soft and looked a little longer and thicker than I remembered from the showers in high school. I knew that I stared at him more than I should, when Alan laughed and said, “Damn, buddy, you might as well take a fucking picture.”
It was embarrassing being caught looking at him that way, and I tried to laugh it off, saying, “Sorry, Alan, I was just thinking that your meat might have grown a little since high school, and I was curious.”
He gripped his cock and balls with one hand and shook them, as he said, “Yeah, you might be right about that, and I guess it’s okay if you look.”
Fortunately, we packed food for dinner, in case we didn’t catch any fish, and after cleaning up, we sat around the campfire, drinking more beer. Alan was quiet and in a pensive mood, with long spans of silence, but he finally said, “You know, Ethan, we’re really a couple of lucky guys. We met in high school the girls who would become our wives, and we’re still together with them. That’s saying something, with the divorce rate being what it is these days.”
I said, “Yeah, and from what we’ve talked about before, I think we’ve both been lucky to find wives who have as big a hunger for sex as we do. Jenny and I are still fairly active, fucking an average of twice a week, and the last time we talked about this, you said that you and Sarah are active too.”
Alan said, “Yeah, we were active until a couple of months ago, when I had to start taking blood pressure medication. Now, I can only rarely get it up.”
I said, “Shit, that’s terrible, buddy, does Sarah at least take care of you with her mouth?”
He scrunched up his face like he had bitten into a lemon, and answered, “Fuck no. She thinks that’s nasty, and she doesn’t even like for me to eat her out. So, we’ve never been into oral sex.”
We were getting into uncharted territory as far as discussions about sexual habits were concerned, and I asked, not even sure he would answer, “Well, how do you take care of business now, just lady five fingers? And with ED, can you even make it squirt anyway?”
He replied, “I use my hand every now and then, but that’s not very enjoyable. And yes, now that you asked, the plumbing still works fine. I’ve always had big loads and still do.”
The next thing I said was really pushing the boundaries, and I said, “You know, Alan, there’s an adult bookstore not too far from us. Have you ever thought about going into one of those booths that has a glory hole, and let some cock sucker take care of your meat for you?”
Alan laughed and responded, “Fuck no, man, I’m not going to stick my cock through a slimy, cum-stained fucking hole and let some cock sucking stranger suck it. It could be some psycho who might bite it or cut it off, or I could even get a disease.”
Discussion about Sucking Alan’s Cock
At that point, I really wasn’t thinking of offering myself as a cock sucker, but Alan took it that way when I said, “That sounds a little kinky man, like you’d let a man suck your cock if you knew him as a friend and he was sane and disease-free.”
He grabbed his crotch, as he said, “Yeah, I guess that I would, and especially a friend. Are you offering to help me out, Ethan? I mean, shit, you were sure staring at my meat tonight, and I remember how you used to check me and the other guys out in the showers in high school. Fuck, that would be great if my best friend turned out to be a cock sucker for me.”
The context of the conversation was changing, given that Alan was talking about having me suck his cock, and I had to try to think about why I was so interested in watching his big cock, both in high school and then that night with him pissing. Suddenly, that thought and visual image was out there, and I was beginning to think that it might be fun to try sucking him.
I didn’t want to seem too anxious or agreeable with the idea of sucking him, so I answered, “We’ve known each other for fifty years, and in all that time we’ve never talked about one of us being a cock sucker. We’ve talked about a lot of other sexual shit with our wives and hot women we’d like to fuck, but never cock sucking. What’s changed, Alan, and why would you even think I’d want to suck your cock?”
Alan was still rubbing his crotch, as he replied, “What’s changed is my fucking ED, and my need to get off without beating my meat, and then me seeing the way you were watching me piss this afternoon. And shit, you’re the one that mentioned a glory hole, which makes me wonder how you know about that. I was just thinking that if you’ve somehow changed a little too and might be realizing your attraction to my meat is stronger than in high school, then we could help each other out.”
I said, “Shit, Alan, are you really talking about me sucking your cock? I’ve never even thought about doing anything like that. But just for the sake of argument, what if I did? Would you suck my cock too?”
He answered, “No fucking way, man, I could never take a nasty ass cock that is pissed out of into my mouth. But if you’re willing to consider it, even ‘just for the sake of argument’ as you said, then that means we have quite different perspectives on it. I’m just not wired that way, but it looks like you might be. Come on, Ethan, maybe just get a closer look at my cock, and see if you feel any urges. Who knows, if you suck it good enough, I might eventually even be able to get it up for you.”
I said, “I don’t know, Alan. What would you think of me if I did something like that? Would we still be best friends, or would you look down on me as just a cock sucker? I can still remember how a couple of the gay guys in our class in high school were treated so shitty.”
Alan replied, “I remember how high school kids can be cruel too, but this is now and we’re good friends. And besides, even if you did suck my cock, that would only make you bisexual, since you’re married and still love pussy. And shit, I’d be bisexual too for letting you suck me. From what I’ve heard, gay guys are disgusted by women’s genitals.”
Our conversation had quickly evolved to the point where Alan was trying to convince me to suck his cock, and instead of flatly refusing to do it, it was like I was negotiating with him about it. I was also at the point of deciding to try it, and I said, “Okay, Alan, I guess I could at least get a closer look but I’m not sure I can go through with it.”
He said, “Great, but we’d better go into the tent in case some night fishermen come cruising by in their boat, since they might be able to see us, even through the trees and bushes.”
It was warm that time of year, and since we’d be sleeping on top of our sleeping bags anyway, we unzipped them and laid one on top of the other, on top of our pads, creating a cushy area a little larger than a full-size mattress. Alan laid back, resting his head on an inflatable pillow.
Sucking Alan the First Night
I was nervous and unsure how to start, and he said, “Come on, Ethan, I’ll kick off my shoes, and you can unbutton and unzip my shorts, and then pull them and my underwear down and off. I want you to do the work to show me that you’re really into doing this.”
It felt so strange kneeling beside my best friend on his right side, with him smiling up at me, as I unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. I had never touched another boy or man in a sexual way before, and that was an uncomfortable act of intimacy, and he lifted his hips as I pulled his shorts and underwear off. His soft, thick cock appeared to be six and a half inches long and was lying across his thigh, as his huge, egg-sized testicles were hanging down on the sleeping bag.
I took in the sweaty, musky aroma of his hairy crotch, as I said, “Wow, Alan, this is an impressive hunk of cock meat. How big does this thing get on hard?”
Alan smiled at the compliment, and answered, “When I can get it up, it’s about eight and a half inches long and even thicker than it is now. If you suck it for me, you might find out. It sometimes stiffens slightly when I’m jerking off, so it might really get hard in your warm, wet, sucking mouth. Come on, man, you’ve done this much, so you should at least feel the weight of it.”
It was uncomfortable and hurting my back being on my knees that way, and I laid down next to him, on my left side, and reached over to grip his cock with my right hand. His cock felt so heavy and meaty in my hand, especially compared to mine, and the feeling of his foreskin was a new sensation for me too. I instinctively began stroking his cock, and although it didn’t get hard, it was leaking precum.
I stroked his cock for a few minutes that way and was fascinated watching his big balls and hairy scrotum rising and falling with the movement. Then Alan began to persuade me to do more, saying, “That feels good, old buddy, and I’m a little surprised that after just seeing you staring at my cock, I’ve gotten you to pull my pants down, and now you’re stroking my cock. Come on, buddy, you’ve already done more homosexual shit than I would ever do, so why not slide down a little and take my meat into your mouth?”
Then I thought of something, and asked, “Wait a minute, man. If I do this, do you intend to cum in my mouth?”
He smiled and said, “Well, yeah, that’s the whole point, dumb ass. It would be shitty to stop sucking me just as I’m starting to cum. And since I shoot big loads, it would make a mess out of our sleeping bags. It’s just cum, and you’ve told me before that you suck Jenny’s pussy after you fuck her. It shouldn’t be a big deal for you.”
Alan gently pushed on my shoulder, encouraging me to slide down on the sleeping bag, and I yielded to the pressure, moving down until my head was even with his hips, and my feet were poking slightly out of the unzipped tent door. His cock was about a foot from my face, and Alan rolled towards me onto his side, which brought his cock only a couple of inches from my mouth as I stroked it.
I sensed that my next move would change our relationship forever, but I was so aroused by what we were doing and with what was about to happen, that I leaned in and took his thick, oozing, helmeted cock head into my mouth. He moaned as I tasted and then began to suck his thick appendage, and I realized how much I liked the taste and texture of his cock and precum, and just the realization that I was doing something so nasty. I thought I even tasted a little of his dried piss from earlier. I stopped stroking his cock as I took more of his soft shaft into my mouth, and instead, began fondling his big testicles with my right hand.
Alan rolled further towards me, until he was partially on top and began stroking my mouth with his thick cock, and he said, “Fuck yeah, Ethan, that feels so fucking good. Your cunt mouth is even better than a pussy because pussies don’t suck my cock. I wish I had known years ago about your willingness to do this for me. Suck it, man, suck it.”
I realized that I liked the feeling of being partially pinned under him like that, and when he rolled further, almost totally on top of me, I pushed my left arm under him, which allowed me to grip and hold onto his hairy, bare ass. He was fucking my mouth the best he could with his soft cock, which was still good, giving how thick it is.
He then rolled all the way on top of me, and I held onto his ass with both hands and pulled him into my mouth, in unison with his strokes, and his big balls were slapping against my throat and upper chest. I wasn’t sure how long he would last, and it seemed like in about five minutes, I felt his cock stiffen and lengthen slightly, as it began squirting and pulsing in my mouth, as his big load of cum shot in.
Alan held still with his cock still spewing into my mouth, and he moaned, “Oh fuck, shit yes, suck it, Ethan, suck it, and totally drain my cock. Shit, buddy, that feels so fucking good, almost like I’m fucking a cunt. Keep sucking and swallow all of my cream.”
I kept sucking his cock, getting every drop of his tasty semen and sperm, and he stayed on top of me for another few minutes. When he finally rolled off me, I continued gripping his ass and rolled with him, until I was on top and between his legs, with his cock still in my mouth. And then on an impulse, I pulled off his cock and leaned down to suck his balls.
His soft cock was laying across my forehead and head as I sucked first one and then the other of his big testicles into my mouth, as Alan said, “Damn, Ethan, now this is a treat. I’ve never had my balls sucked before.”
Because my arms were still around his ass, which lifted him off the sleeping bag slightly, I sometimes moved down below his balls, to his bulging perineum, and sucked him there. I sucked Alan’s balls for about ten minutes, before pulling away and moving up to lay next to him. It was embarrassing looking him in the face, knowing that I had just sucked his cock, swallowed his cum, and then sucked his musky, aromatic balls.
Alan didn’t bother putting his shorts on, and was still naked from the waist down, as he looked over at me, and said, “Holy shit, Ethan, for your first-time sucking cock, you did a fantastic job. And the way you were holding me so tightly on top of you and sucking to get every drop of my cock slime, I could tell that you loved doing it. And shit, it was amazing having my big balls sucked. How are you feeling about this now?”
I answered, “This is so humiliating and embarrassing, Alan, but I loved not only sucking your cock, but also being pinned under you while you fucked my face. And fuck, buddy, you really do shoot a huge load of cum. I don’t know if you noticed, but your cock got a little bit hard just before you ejaculated.”
He laughed and said, “I’ve got a high libido, and we’ve got the rest of tonight, three more days, and two more nights to explore your new taste for cock and cum. I might be able to get fully hard by the time we go home. But shit, with Pete and Larry coming here tomorrow afternoon, we’ll need to be careful. They’ll be in their own tent, but it could be risky fucking around like this with them nearby. But who knows, maybe you’d like to suck them too.”
We laid there for a while, quiet in our own thoughts, until Alan said, “It felt so good having you suck my balls, and even behind my balls, and I’ve got an idea. You said that you liked being pinned under me, so you might like me sitting on your face. And just so you know, you can suck me anytime you want if you love it that much, and not just when I’m trying to cum.”
It sounded good to me to suck him more, and after talking for a few more minutes, I moved down between his legs, and casually sucked his cock and balls, alternating from one to the other. He was smiling down at me, and said, “I thought it was amazing when you were willing to suck my cock, Ethan, especially since we don’t have bathroom facilities our here, and there was no way for me to clean up after pissing. Have you thought about how nasty it was to suck my cock, when there might have been some piss remnants in my foreskin?”
I pulled off his cock to say, “Yeah, well, I guess all of this is kind of nasty. I did taste a little stale piss when I started sucking your cock, but that’s not as bad as taking your whole load of cum.”
After sucking him for a few more minutes, Alan said, “Let’s try that idea of mine. Just lie on your back.”
I laid back on the sleeping bag, not sure what Alan had in mind, and then he swung a knee over straddling my chest, facing my head, and pressed his balls to my mouth. I started sucking his balls, with him looking down at me with his cock laying across my face, and he said, “If you liked being pinned down, you should like this.”
Alan started moving slowly back and forth on my face until I was alternately sucking his balls and bulging perineum, and I sensed the stronger mucky aroma down there. He soon began shifting farther forward until I was only sucking his perineum, with my chin in his ass crack. I wasn’t sure if he realized what he was doing at first, when he slid even farther forward, and my face was enveloped in his hairy ass.