Myself and Andy go a long way back, we'd been best friends since his parents moved from the US to the UK when I was at junior school. We'd been through junior school, secondary school, college and Scouting together. It wasn't until Andy went away to university that we became separated but even then I regularly visited him in the shared house he lived in.
When we were younger Andy and I did everything together. When we were at college we even experimented with our sexuality together. When we were experimenting we'd regularly suck and fuck each other but we always made sure neither of us came. Then one day that all changed.
I was in Andy's room laying on his bed half naked as he wanked me, his hand sliding up and down my shaft pulling my foreskin back and forth. Suddenly before I could do anything to stop myself my cock twinged in Andy's hand and spunk shot out all over his hand and my stomach. Andy looked at me, I wasn't sure what his reaction would be, then he leaned into me. As he got closer I could feel his breath on me getting heavier until I felt his lips on my cock as he took me in his mouth. Having my best mate suck me clean and taste my cum turned me on. If only I'd known he was receptive of tasting my cum I'd not have held back on the multiple occasions he'd sucked me off.
After Andy's first taste of spunk it wasn't long before I had mine, making each other cum was then always part of our sex together. We'd suck and swallow and cum in each others arse sometimes licking it out afterwards.
Since those days Andy had gotten married. Before he did though I asked if he ever thought about what we got up to and if he would ever do it again. He said he wouldn't as he loved his wife to be. I was a bit disappointed, I had always thought of Andy that way and often fantasised about being naked with him sucking his cock amd him fuck me until until my arse was raw.
When it came to me getting married I there was only one person I wanted to be my best man.
One evening we were out having a few beers and Andy asked me what I did him before he got wed and whether I ever thought about what the two of us used to get up to. I was honest and said that I did. I said that I often recall what we did together and fantasise about it, sometimes with other men involved. After a few more drinks Andy opened to me and said that despite what he said previously he often thinks about it to. Considering how many times we'd had sex together, how many years it lasted and how good we were together it wasn't surprising that neither of could forget our past.