he was frantically tugging them down with his left hand. His eyes had been focused only on my crotch until the moment that my cock was freed, and only then did he look upward with a deep look of lust and longing, with eyes that were nearly moist as he whispered, “Are you OK with this?” I was breathing so heavily that I could not truly speak but was able to only whisper back to him “Oh yea, oh yea, oh yea, oh yea.” Or something equally as unintelligible.

He was now sensually stroking me, worshipping my cock, which was throbbing and oozing pre-cum fluid with his ministrations. I was so hot with the entire scene that I could hardly breathe. I was truly gasping for air as he silently played with my dick and my balls, tenderly yet firmly with the manly purpose of knowing exactly what he was doing. Moments later, he looked up at me again, and with another hoarse whisper as he looked into my eyes deeply and intensely, he asked “Are you sure you want me to do this?” Though I was not exactly sure of what he wanted me to approve, I was never more sure of anything in my life since it seemed that whatever he wanted was OK with me. My whispers back to him were the sexual begging of wanting him to do whatever he wanted. “Oh yea, do me Chris, do me.” Whatever it is you are going to do, just do me!

With that encouragement, he leaned forward and licked my cockhead just once before he let his lips slide over the head to take in the inches oh-so-very-slowly until he had engulfed it all, his nose in my pubic hair. He just rested there with my cock buried in his mouth and throat and did not move for what seemed to be an eternity. He came off to say “Damn, Man,that is one fkn huge cock!” Then he began to suck, and to slowly move his mouth in rhythm with the instinctive thrusting of my hips and my dick and he performed a blow job that I would have bet a truckload of cold hard cash that this man would never know how to do such a thing. He quickly brought me to the brink of release while I begged for him to slow it down, with my hands on his head, physically pushing him back but he just shook his head vigorously with his eyes shut and I blew my load with at least ten more spurts than my usual seven rope thrusts. Hungrily, he took all he could with some of my load escaping and dripping down his chin, as he pulled off of me. Not a word was said.

I was still doing some real heavy breathing and still in a speechless mode of recovery, nearly paralyzed with the realization that this had just actually happened with my buddy Chris. I began to realize that this was real, it was not just my imagination! He also had now come out of his spell of sexual excitement completely and was saying a jumble of things all with great emotion, saying that he did not know what had come over him, that he was so very sorry, he had never done anything like this ever before, to please forgive him. Full of guilt, embarrassment, remorse, and likely some other undefined emotions that were causing him to lose words as