the last words before we both slept that “one of us is going to feel awfully silly in the morning”. I drifted off to sleep with those ponderous words on my mind.

When I woke early the next morning with a raging erection, I quietly crept out to drain the bladder of the stored up beer, and then to clean my self and brush my teeth, as quietly as I could so as to not wake Mike. When I slipped back into bed, he whispered to me, “Are you OK?” and I assured him that I was, and asked him the same question. He responded that he had been awake for a while, had already showered and was surprised I had not heard him. “Why are you back in bed?” I asked, but regretted such a silly question, to which he gave a silly response of “Oh, I dunno”.

We lay there silently, and I thought I was imagining it but instead must have been willing it to happen since our bodies seemed to get closer and closer, millimeter by millimeter. When I could definitely feel his glowing body heat, and knew that he could feel mine, I made the first move this time and moved my hand into his crotch. Just as I expected, he was as hard as steel. He moaned, more in relief than pleasure since he whispered, “I was so afraid you were not going to have anything to do with me ever again, I have been so worried.” I just gave him a reassuring laugh just as I gave him a reassuring grip on his dick. He was now doing the same for me.

It was nearly light in the room, and we had thrown the sheet off, so the visual of our sexually aroused bodies was a stimulant as well. Even the mirror on the wall seemed to have been perfectly placed for body viewing, and that was additional sexual fodder. We kissed in the same manner as the night, but this time with an intensity that was more demanding with desire than embedded with the curiosity of experimentation.

However, when I moved my hand behind his head to lead him to go down on me again, he pulled away and that was a disappointment since both me and my cock were wanting more of that. I whispered to him that I wanted him to do it. He whispered back, “I‘m not sure.” I registered that for a bit before asking “Why not?” Mike smiled and said, “Well this time I can’t use the excuse of being drunk” which set us both laughing like children. I pulled him to me, and pushed his head down into my crotch and he took me in. Deep. Bliss.

I promised him that I would not cum in his mouth, but he took me to the edge and back so many times that I was very near to breaking my promise. I was so horned that I could get enough of his ministrations, that is for sure. He pulled off of me and we leaned back for a long deep wet kiss, and then without much thought I simply said to him, “Let me try that” and I went down on him. My first foray into tasting dick, and I loved it immediately. So did Mike. He blew his load instantaneously, even