Peter I hope you don't mind but may I ask you again if we could just give it a go. There was I massaging my best pal like always I did when I visited, call it empathy, call it what you like, but the poor guy had been disabled from birth and somehow, as our friendship grew and we became more acquainted I found myself wanting to ease his sexual frustration. We had long discussions many a time about sexuality and I felt privileged that he wanted to tell me he was gay.
Before I met Jimmy I was straight as a dye with no leanings towards my own sex, I had lots of girls friends in the past and although I never married, the relationships, although brief, were fine.
Yet since meeting Jimmy I gradually became aware that their was something there, I still don't know how it really happened when we started our mutual masturbation. But I do remember when Jimmy was so depressed and near to suicide, he was so in need of a deep meaning relationship - it just sort of happened, my aim to comfort him, just putting my arm around him initially - but I do remember somehow he guided my hand down to him and that mode developed. One more step a day later and my hand was inside his jeans, we both accepted it as the norm and I remember when he suggested we do it to each other, there we were both laying head to tale on his bed and enjoying a wonderful time. His first touch was magic, I laid there with my hand full of his large cock, massaging him like always, the feelings I enjoyed were divine, and when he urged me to open my legs wide I immediately responded, feeling him burrowing between my bottom, feeling and gently squeezing my balls. Eventually this led to his finger starting to rim me and this was going to far, I moved away from him, telling him I was willing to do most things but not that.
Of course all the sulking came up, but I was adamant, if ever would be ready for that I wasn't then, he continued to ask me like he did now. I just wasn't sure I guess. He was very well equipped to say the least and the thought of that inside me made me quiver with fear.
Still feeling for him I offered to oral him, told him to close his eyes and just to pretend, that I would do my best to try and make it feel like he was inside me.
Of course he went for that and there was I, having made the gesture, doing something I would never have even thought of, even though we had massaged each other and the like - but never ever had I touched orally.