Larry and I had been friends for half a century. We hadn't seen each other for nearly ten years, when he suggested we meet up in the Canary Islands to celebrate fifty years of friendship. We lived on opposite sides of the planet, so wherever we met up would require at least one of us to travel a long way. The Canaries weren't exactly half way, but they meant we'd both have to travel to get there and it would be a pleasant place to spend a few weeks.
Although we often went long periods without seeing each other, Larry and I kept in touch through regular emails. In the previous year or so, we'd been discussing my recent realisation that I was gay. Although I'd never considered myself fully straight, I'd spent my entire life up to that point chasing pussy, thinking that that's what I needed to make me happy. I'd had sex with about sixty women over that time, but my relationships had generally brought me more misery than happiness.
How it took me fifty years to work out that what I needed was cock, not cunt, I'm fucked if I know (or maybe, more to the point,
not fucked
) - but I guess I'm just a bit slow. It's not that I had never had the desire to have sex with men, it's more that it had just never happened. Apart from one time I came to after a drunken evening enthusiastically sucking on a hard circumcised cock - a situation that I must have voluntarily got myself into, because of the position we were both in. Sadly, the owner of the cock pushed me away and we both went back to sleep, and that was the end of that. Another time I tried to crack onto a friend who I'd seen naked several times and fallen in love with his dick and balls. He seemed quite camp, and I'd assumed he was gay, but he freaked out and ran away. And that was the end of that too.
In the last few years, however, I'd developed a strong desire to have a cock in my arse - partly satisfied (and fuelled) by finger fucking myself every time I had a shower. But I didn't know where to begin. It's one thing to try and find a same sex lover in your teens or twenties, but it's quite another matter in your sixties. I didn't feel at all attractive and I didn't find many other older men attractive either. Sadly, my fingers and a dildo seemed to be the only available options. My ex-girlfriend fucked me a few times with a strap-on, which was really fucking wonderful, but I knew it just wasn't the same as the real thing. But then we split up, and that was the end of that.
I'd discussed my gay realisations with Larry, describing myself as a "wannabe poofter", and he was sympathetic. He'd never been inclined to have sex with men himself, but he wasn't averse to the idea, being generally openminded and of the opinion that bisexuality is much more natural than heterosexuality anyway. When we agreed to meet, it had occurred to me that maybe we could celebrate our half a century of friendship by having sex together. I hadn't suggested this to him, but I had the impression from our discussions that he might not be averse to the idea - apart from anything else, he had frequently lamented his inability to find a woman to have sex with. So, not only was he desperate, but we were close enough that the prospect of suggesting sex to him wasn't too daunting. I didn't think he'd freak out and run away like the last man I tried that with.
After many hours flying, and two changes of plane, I finally arrived at Tenerife airport. It was an immense relief to get off that last plane - the flight had only lasted a couple of hours but, by that stage in the journey, it had felt like forever. Larry was waiting for me in the arrivals area. It was good to see him again after the longest time we'd ever gone without seeing each other since we met in the first year of secondary school. He'd been in Tenerife a couple of days and had rented a flat above a shop in a small town not far from the airport.
It was warm, so when we got into the flat I immediately took off all my clothes. I hate wearing clothes and never wore more that I absolutely had to - which was part of the reason I normally chose to live only in the tropics. I checked with Larry before I stripped, as I had never been naked around him before and didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but he was ok with it.
Once I'd got comfortable, I said to him "You want a blow job?"
He was visibly taken aback, but recovered his composure quickly. "Um, I dunno, mate. You know I'm not against it, but it might be a bit weird."
"Yeah, totally, but we'll get used to it. And how long since anyone's sucked your cock?"
He laughed, "Ha ha, good point! Too fucking long!"
He seemed to be thinking about it, so I moved close to him, put an arm round his shoulder, and a hand on his crotch. I nuzzled his neck and felt him relax as I held his dick and balls through the cloth of his shorts. It didn't noticeably stir, but he didn't push me away either, so I moved my hand down to the bare skin below his shorts and stroked his hairy thigh. He sighed and began to breathe more deeply, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I slowly slipped my hand up under the fabric of his loose shorts until it made contact with his balls again, through the cloth of his undies. This time, as I cupped his balls, I felt his dick stir, so I took my hand away and moved it to the waist of his shorts and began to pull them down.
Although I hate clothes and haven't worn undies in decades, I seem to have developed a bit of a fetish for men in underpants recently, so I wanted to make the most of Larry in his undies before I removed them too. When his shorts were round his ankles, I suggested he lie on the couch. Stepping out of the shorts he moved across the room and lay down. He was about the same age as me, but in good shape for an old fella. Looking at him lying on the couch in his undies, with the bulge of his half hard cock clearly on view through the fabric, my dick got fully hard. I knelt down by the couch and kissed the top of his thigh, just below the leg of his underwear. He sighed loudly and groaned. I parted his legs and licked the skin of his inner thigh, moving up and down his leg, but stopping just short of his bulging balls.
I put my hand on his dick and rubbed it and his balls through the cloth. Then I moved my hand down to his thigh and slipped my fingers up in the leg of his undies, into the hairy space between his thigh and his balls. Cradling his balls with one hand, I kissed his belly just above the wastband of his briefs, and with the other hand pulled the elastic down enough to let his now rock hard cock pop out the top.
I was now face to face with his beautiful, uncut dick. I slowly pulled his foreskin back to reveal his almost purple coloured glans. This was the first time I'd held another man's cock - not counting that drunken, almost comatose encounter many years before - and I was incredibly turned on by it. I licked the place where the foreskin joined his glans, which I know is one of the most sensitive spots on a man's body, and Larry convulsed slightly and let out a low moan. "Oh fuck!" he growled and I pushed his foreskin back up to cover the head. I don't know about anyone else, but the tip of my foreskin is intensely sensitive, so I put my tongue on that part of his dick, which made him groan louder.
I hadn't really got as much benefit from his undies as I could have, but it was definitely time to lose them, so I lifted his arse up, pulled them down to his ankles and discarded them. Hopefully there would be plenty more opportunities to indulge my fetish, but now it was time for some serious cock sucking!
I sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth and pushed his foreskin back with my lips, sucking on the head of his dick, which tasted even better than I'd expected. There was a slightly acid note to it, a bit meaty, and a fucking whole heap sexy. Precum was beginning to ooze from his urethra, enhancing the flavour and texture. I began to feel excited about tasting his cum, but I felt I should drag that part out as long as I could.
As I sucked and slurped on his cock, and fondled his big balls, I was overcome by a feeling of relief and a powerful conviction that this was what I should have been doing all my life, instead of wasting it chasing pussy that only ended up making me miserable anyway. I was suddenly sure I was born to suck cock, but I'd gone seriously astray, thanks largely to the compulsory heterosexuality of the repressed culture I grew up in. It's weird that I went along with it, because I was strongly non-conformist in almost all other aspects of life. But somehow, it had taken me most of my life to work out something that seemed so obvious right then. And Larry and I had grown up together, gone through puberty together, and to a certain extent we had developed our sexuality together. Why the fuck we'd never had sex when we were both young and infinitely hotter than we were now was mindboggling. What a waste! Half a century of waste. Anyway, here we were finally, with his cock in my mouth, where it should have been in the early 1970s.
But I was too preoccupied with sucking his cock to delve too deeply into those thoughts. I groped his arse cheeks as I sucked - I love arses, I'm fucking obsessed with them, and a good arse turns me on much more than any other body part. With that thought, I took my mouth from his dick and lifted his legs up in the air. "Hold your ankles" I said to him.
