My first and only time.
This happened more than 20 years ago when I was a young man. I had a best bud, Mike we'll call him, and he was the same age as me. We were always hanging out together and we had all kinds of things in common. We liked the same sports teams, kinds of cars, clubs, alcohol, and (I thought) the same kind of women. Tall, slim with big boobs, tight asses, and long flowing hair. At least that's what I thought, until that one time, after a night of drinking.
We went back to my apartment after we had left the club. We were both very drunk and neither of us should have been driving but since my apartment was closest to the club, we got in my car, left his in the parking lot, and drove to my place. When we got there, I asked Mike to open the bottle of vodka that was sitting on the bar because I had to go take a wiz.
When I got back, Mike handed me my drink and we sat down on the couch. I asked him if he wanted to watch TV and he said sure. So I turned it on and some softcore porn was on. I looked at him, he looked at me and we could tell what the other was thinking. What the hell, why not. So we settled into our seats and just watched as the woman on TV acted like she was sucking the man's cock.
"Man, I wish we had met some girls at the club. I could really use a good blow job right now." I told Mike as the bulge in my pants begin to grow and stiffen. "I could use one of those too." He said back to me. Then I told him that I needed to jack off and he said go ahead and that he was thinking the same thing. So I undid my pants, whipped out my cock, took a swig of my drink, and then proceeded to beat my meat. I looked over at Mike and he was going to town on his own cock, but he wasn't looking at the TV.
Nonetheless, I continued to watch the TV and enjoy the feeling that my hand was giving my cock. Then Mike moved closer to me and asked a question that I never thought I would hear from him, "Do you need some help with that?"
I just looked at him, confused. I mean, he liked women right? So I asked him what he meant by help with that. The next thing I knew, he had moved my hand and was stroking my cock. To say I was shocked is an understatement. I jumped up and was like, "Man, what the hell?"
He looked embarrassed and began to apologize, "I'm sorry. I thought you wouldn't mind if I helped you out." I just looked at him. I didn't know if I should kick him out, beat his ass, and then kick him out or let him jack me off. I mean, it was 2:00 in the morning, it was just me and him in my apartment and I wasn't going to tell anybody, so why the hell not?
I sat back down and told him that if he told anybody, I would deny that this ever happened and that our friendship would be over. He agreed and I took another swig of my drink. Mike took a swig of his drink and then proceeded to stroke my cock, while he stroked his own.
I was really starting to get into someone else stroking my cock for me and I begin to really, really relax when I felt Mike's tongue on my cock. I looked down as Mike began to swallow my cock. Now I had agreed to him jacking me off but this was going too far...or was it.
As Mike begin to bob his head up and down on my cock, I began to realize that this was probably the best blow job that I had ever had and it didn't take long for him to deep-throat my cock. For the next 5 or 10 minutes, his tongue tricks brought me to sheer ecstasy. He was so good at sucking my cock that saliva was running down my ball sack into my ass crack.