Sorry for the long gap between this and the last chapter. But it was also a long gap in the story. I hope you read the preceding chapters to understand characters and context. I hope you enjoy. I love getting your feedback and comments.
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After my experience giving my best high school friend a couple of blow jobs in college, I often thought about what I had done and denied that I was gay. He called a couple of times over the next year, but I never took his calls. It scared me that I, deep down, knew I wanted to suck his cock again. Over the years, I would jack off thinking about sucking Chip's cock, imagining it was again moving in and out of my eager mouth, and exploding down my throat, filling my mouth with his delicious cum. It had shocked me how much I enjoyed sucking his cock, and that I loved his cum. I had started to call him on numerous occasions, but always chickened out. Years passed, I managed to suppress my interest in cock, other than an occasional peek at a cock in the locker room or at a urinal. I married and had all but forgotten how much I had enjoyed sucking his big cock ( a lie). Over the years, I worked hard to stay in shape, running, cycling, swimming, and many days in the gym working out. Swimming laps in my speedo kept me tanned and I was proud of my physique. I also would shave my body, leaving only a small patch of trimmed hair just above my stuff (which my wife hated).
Then one day, out of the blue, he called. He was now living in a distant city and was going to be back in town for some meetings and wanted to get together for a beer. I hesitated, but agreed to meet him after work at the bar in the downtown Hilton, where he was staying. How could I refuse my best friend from high school?
After I hung up I noticed I was shaking. Was it fear? Or anticipation? For 25 years I had denied to myself that I had enjoyed sucking him off, that I might be gay, and had successfully suppressed my gay desires. I realized that my cock had gotten hard as a rock thinking about seeing him again and the possibility of sucking his amazing cock. Yes, it was definitely fear. Fear that I wouldn't be able to resist and my desires would burst to the surface. I made up my mind to be strong and maintain my straight demeanor and not bring up the past cocksucking.
I walked into the bar and immediately recognized Chip, his good looks and masculine presence. He had gained some weight, but still looked fit. I stuck out my hand to shake his and he pulled me in for a firm hug. I broke off the hug and said, let's get a beer. We sat at the bar and ordered. We immediately began talking about the old, glory days of high school, as if nothing happened when he visited me that one unforgettable weekend in college. I wasn't going to bring it up, and was glad he didn't either. He also had gotten married right out of college and had a couple of kids.
We were talking non-stop and were on our fifth, or was it our sixth beer, and he said, "I nearly forgot, I have something up in the room I want to show you. I know you will want to see it. Let's grab another beer and go up to my room."
"What is it you want to show me?"
"It's a surprise. I'm sure it will bring back some great memories."
I was curious, but he wouldn't tell me what it was, so we ordered a couple of beers to go and headed up to his room. I followed him in and turned to close the door. He was standing by the bed with his back to me. I asked, "Chip, what is this surprise?"
He turned towards me and I noticed he had unfastened his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. As he pulled his boxers down he spoke "you know you've been wanting to see my cock all night. You gave me the best blowjobs I've ever received and I know you want to suck it again."
His big cock came into view and I thought it was even more beautiful than I had remembered. It was hanging down and was fat, and already at least six inches, and I knew it would get longer and fatter.
"You can't take your eyes off it. Go ahead and touch it. You know you want to suck it."
