Late Discovery

I am a straight man, twice divorced and I've been living on my own for about 10 years now. I've had a couple of fuck buddies in that time but nothing that lasted very long. I watch porn and masturbate probably more often than I should, but I'm not hurting anybody so I don't worry too much about it, but something happened recently and it has changed my whole outlook.

I was lounging around my bedroom one recent afternoon, surfing through some porn trying to decide what kind of a mood I was in when I got a text from a male friend of mine that said he was nearby and wanted to know if I wanted to smoke a little weed. I accepted the invitation and he said he'd be by in about 10 minutes. That gave me a little time to let my hard-on subside from my porn surfing. I can jerk off whenever I want but weed only comes by every once in a while.

My friend, Stan, showed up as expected and we sat around the living room and shot the shit for a little while. Finally, Stan pulled out a bag of weed and I suggested we go back to my room where I keep my bong. I like to keep the smoking to just the one room so it doesn't smell up the whole house. We sat down on my king bed and we each took a couple of huge bong hits.

My TV still had porn paused on the screen and we started to flip through it, comparing girls, giving opinions on various positions and generally critiquing scenes. We smoked some more weed, continued to comment on the porn and time had taken on that weird way of making 5 minutes seem like an hour. We had kicked back on one arm and had become glued to the TV screen.

At some point, I became VERY aware that I had a throbbing hard-on, and the worst part was that I was in pajama pants with no underwear, so I just had a big tent going on that was just out there for everybody to see. Stan laughed a little, pointed to his jeans that had what appeared to be a pulsating bulge in it and said, "That's what we get for layin' around gettin' high and watching porn!" I laughed as well and we went back to watching.

The combination of the weed and the porn had me throbbing and I was trying to keep my hands off myself. We laid there silently watching for 5 minutes or an hour, I couldn't tell, but I started to feel the bed shaking a little and I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look at Stan and he had opened his pants, pulled his cock out and started full-on stroking himself! All I could do was stare. The shock of seeing Stan's cock, something I had not before seen, and the audacity of him pulling it out and starting to jerk off had me shocked. I was somewhat mesmerized and I couldn't take my eyes off of Stan's cock. Without looking, I reached down and pulled my pajamas down and kicked them off and started to stroke my own dick. Seeing me throw off my pajamas off, Stan pulled his pants the rest of the way off. We each pulled our shirts off and were, before either of us really realized it, lying naked on my bed stroking our cocks.

We never said anything, but we kicked back and went back to watching porn, lying there naked next to each other, stroking our own cocks. I tried to watch porn, at least, but for some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off of Stan's dick. It was slightly longer than mine, with the same gentle curve and solid helmet at the top. I could see the blood pulsing in the head and the veins on his cock stood out as they filled him with blood. I also noticed that Stan was staring at my cock too.

We stayed that way for a while, slowly stroking ourselves, staring at each others cocks, not really knowing what to do next. We both knew something was about to happen, but neither of us had the guts to be the first, until I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to have Stan's cock in my hand. I unwrapped my fingers from around my shaft and re-wrapped them around Stan's. I began to slowly stroke him and his hands fell to his sides as he let out a huge sigh. I stroked his cock, ran my fingers around the rim of his head and reached down to grab a handfull of balls every now and again. His quiet moans clearly showed he was enjoying the feel of my hand on his cock. It didn't take long for his hand to find its way over and wrap around my dick as well. We lay on our backs, side by side, a lot closer to each other, now jerking each other off.

We both lie there, moaning quietly, enjoying the feel of each others dicks in our hands. I would stop stroking only to run my fingers around the edge of his head which made him moan louder and buck his hips up.

He whispered, "It feels just like a tongue".

I had never had a cock in my mouth before, much less someone elses cock in my hand, but now that the thought had occurred, I couldn't get it out of my mind. We continued to lay there stroking each other, but now I was trying to build up the courage. I took a deep breath, rolled over onto my hands and knees, held his cock at the base and slid my mouth over him. Stan inhaled and for a moment held his breath. I slid my mouth up and down his cock, going as deeply as I was willing for my first time. Stan reached between my legs and continued to stroke my cock as I was now giving him a blowjob. I could feel the veins on his shaft with my tongue, his head, feeling larger in my mouth than it had looked. I ran my tongue around the rim of his head as I had my fingers and Stan exhaled deeply. I took my mouth off of his cock only long enough to take his balls in and roll them around with my tongue before wrapping my mouth back around his shaft and slowly taking him deeper in my mouth as I went.

Stan slid over closer to me and pulled my leg over so I was straddling his face. We were in a 69 now and I shivered as I felt his hand pull my cock into his mouth. He ran his tongue all over every inch of my dick, licking, sucking and in return, running it around the rim of my head which elicited a similar response that he had. We licked and sucked each other for what seemed like a very long time, just moaning. We both seemed to enjoy the sucking just as much as being sucked.

Stan's dick felt hot in my mouth and it seemed to be getting harder somehow. The head of his dick was pulsing and I was starting to get a salty taste. The tip of his dick felt lubricated on my tongue and I knew I was tasting pre-cum. It didn't slow me down and it in fact seemed to make my cock throb harder in his mouth.

I was going to make Stan cum and the thought made me kind of, I don't know if "proud" is the right word, but it's the closest one I can find. I was going to let him cum in my mouth and I was going to swallow it all. I sucked harder, I sucked deeper, I swirled my tongue around his head. Stan had my ass in his hands and he was sucking as hard and as deep as I was. I could feel the back of his throat. The closer Stan came, the harder he sucked and I could feel the tightening in my balls as well.

I held Stan's balls in my hand and stroked my lips along his cock and head until his balls completely tightened and my mouth began to fill with his warm, salty cum. Spurt after spurt, his hips thrusting and his balls clenching with each burst. I kept swallowing until there was nothing more, but the best part for me, was that when he came in my mouth, it flipped my switch too and I was unloading my cum into his mouth as well. I felt him swallow with each spurt that my balls unloaded into his mouth. The orgasm was one of the most intense I had ever had. I had certainly never got a blowjob from a woman that gave me that intense of an orgasm.

We didn't just immediately stop after all the cum was drained. We continued to suck and lick on each others dicks. The feeling of a dick in my mouth was great and I wasn't ready for it to stop. I also knew I would be wanting to have the experience again. As often as possible.

When we finally detached from each other, we sat up on the bed and sat awkwardly next to each other. There was silence for a couple of minutes. Finally, Stan turned and looked at me, grinned and said, "I'll bring more weed tomorrow, that's far from the last time we're doing that"!