Scott had already pulled down his pants, his cock still half-rigid as he held it. It was larger than mine, not a lot longer but thicker. I hadn't touched another man's cock in years, hadn't even thought about it, but I was suddenly hornier than I remember being in a month of Sundays.
I didn't say a word as I knelt before him. He was already of two minds, and any misstep might make him change his mind. I don't know why, but, dammit, I wanted that cock. Keeping my head down, I reached out and began stroking it. It started to grow and I parted my lips and took his head into my mouth. Slowly I sucked the tip, letting my tongue roam around it. I pumped my hand evenly up and down his hard shaft, and I heard him moan softly.
That go my cock rock hard, just sucking on my friend's dick, wearing his wife's lipstick. I felt his hands on my head, fingers in my hair, and I took more of him in my mouth. I bobbed up and down hungrily, fighting back the occasional gag as he hit my throat. God, how I wish I knew how to deep throat him then.
Still, I took as much as I could. Up and down, and his hips began to thrust. "Oh, yes, suck my cock. Feels so good." I moaned at his pleasure, when he began to thrust fast. I held still, letting him pound my mouth while keeping my hand on his shaft. I cupped his balls, and felt them tighten as he came in my mouth.
I sucked hard as he came, swallowing his load with relish. My own cock leaked precum, and I longed to release, but I stayed focused of Scott. He grabbed me by the back of the head firmly, first pushing me down further on his still hard cock, then pulling me up and kissing me deeply. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I moaned. He was so strong, invading me. Finally he pulled away.
"God, Mike, you are quite the cocksucker. Or should I call you Michelle? Told you I'm not gay, I just let some slut suck me off. Go get cleaned up, the games almost on. And for fuck's sake, jerk off or something. You look about ready to cum."
I blushed deeply, and ran back to the bathroom. I washed my face, still tasting his hot, salty cum. I loved it, and pulled out my own cock. I wondered how good that cock would feel in my ass as I stroked myself quickly. I came hard, and I began to think about how I could make that happen next week. I didn't want to push Scott to that yet, but it was in my mind as I shot my load into the toilet flushed. Sex is great, but there was still football to watch.
