My buddy Tom and I were sitting in my kitchen drinking beer when the topic of conversation, which up to then had been about the chances of the city's football team ever winning another game, turned to sex.
Tom and I were getting to know each other again. We had run into each other several weeks before at our high school reunion.
I recognized him immediately. He hadn't changed much in twenty years, although he had packed a few pounds on his swimmer's body. We hadn't been close in school, so I was surprised that we seemed to hit it off so well. So well that now we were hanging out two or three nights a week.
It was Tom who brought up sex."I bet you didn't know we're Eskimo brothers," he said, as a wide grin spread across his lips and lit up his eyes.
My baffled look answered the question. He chuckled and finished his beer.
"You didn't know?" he said. "You remember Pattie Sue?"
"Yeah." I said. She had been my first.
"I fucked her." He leered at me. "I think you did, too."
"I did," I admitted.
"There you go!" he said. "Eskimo brother!"
"I think she fucked everybody in the senior class," I said. "Did you see her at the reunion?"
"No. I looked for her. She didn't come."
"Didn't come for me either, as I recall, I said."
"Maybe you weren't big enough," he said with a smirk. "She came when I did her."
Tom was hung. I remembered eying his big cock in the showers after gym class. I envied him.
He spent the next twenty minutes and two beers going on about all the girls he had nailed in high school. Tom tells great stories; I pictured the girls he said sucked and fucked his big cock and began day-dreaming. He interrupted my fantasy with a question.
"How about you? You getting any?"
"Oh. Not since Emily left," I said.
"What was she like?" he said. "I mean in bed."
"Okay." I didn't want to talk about Emily. It only reminded me how much I missed her.
"Come on, 'okay' is all you can say about your girlfriend?"
"Ex-girlfriend," I said.
"Yeah, yeah. Okay. Did she blow you?"
"Yes, she blew me, and I went down on her," I said with an edge of anger.
"Hot. Was she good?"
"Like I said, she was okay."
"On a scale of one-to-ten, how would you rate her?"
"Jeez! You're obsessed with blowjobs." Actually, it was me that was becoming bewitched about blowjobs. I couldn't stop thinking about, his big cock.
"Come on, rat her. I mean rate her"
"One to ten? I'd give her a four." I said, "I could do better."
"What do you mean 'do better'? You ever suck a cock?"
"No," I lied, I had actually sucked two. "But I think I could give a better blowjob than Emily."
"Prove it," he said, getting to his feet.
I was suddenly as nervous as a preacher in a titty bar. What was I doing?
Before I could back out, Tom unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and dropped his jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear and his cock popped out like a quick draw and straight as a gun barrel pointing at my face. My eyes widened and my mouth went blotter dry.
"Put your money where your mouth is, I mean your mouth right here," he said. He smiled and began stroking it. "Come on, don't lie. You've been thinking about it all night."
My heart thudded. He must have read my mind. I reached out and grasped the biggest cock I had ever seen. I felt the girth as I wrapped my fingers around it and got even more aroused. I slowly stroked it, sliding the tight skin back and forth. Pleasure showed in his eyes. His cock felt hard as a hammer handle and almost as long. He was breathing in short rasps.
I couldn't resist the urge to take his cock in my mouth. I slipped off my chair and dropped to my knees. I looked up at him, the unasked question showing on my face.
"If you want to suck it," he said, almost a whisper, "I don't mind."
Close up his cock looked enormous. I took the head in my mouth and squeezed it with my lips. I rubbed it with my tongue. I fondled his balls. Tom gasped and moved his hips.
I ran my tongue around the head of his cock and up and down the shaft. I took about half the length in my mouth and sucked. He moved his hips and I let him fuck my mouth. My hands shook as I grasped his strong thighs with both hands. I was getting hard.
All at once Tom thrust eagerly. His body tensed and his cock swelled in my mouth. Shots of cum burst out of it and gagged and choked me sliding down my throat.
He looked down at me. The corners of his mouth turned up and his eyes crinkled. "You all right?" he said, suppressing a giggle. He wiped a gob of cum off my chin with his finger.
"I wasn't ready for that," I said breathlessly.
"I got off quick. It wasn't much of a blow job, but it was fucking exciting. That's why I came so quick." He pulled up his jeans and buckled them.
I climbed back on my chair. "I just swallowed a shit load of your cum and you say 'It wasn't much of a blow job'?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?"
