My heart was pounding as I dialed the number to Don's house. Liz had taken the kids to her sister's for the weekend; I was home alone and figured it was now or never.
"Hello?" Susan answered the phone.
"Hi Sue, Mike here. Is Don home?"
"Hi Don. Sure, just a minute. Oh, buy the way, I know Liz took the kids to her sister's for the weekend, so I you want to come over for dinner tonight, we'd love to have you."
"Thanks, that would be great."
"Here's Don."
"Hey Michael, O buddy, what's up?
"I was getting ready to watch some college ball this afternoon and wondered if you'd like to come over and join me, suck down a few cold ones while we're at it." My heart was pounding; I was sure he could detect my nervousness in my voice; but, if he did, he didn't let on.
"Just a minute; let me check with Sue." After what seemed like an eternity he came back to the phone. "I'll be right over. Can I bring anything?"
"Nope, just come as you are; the game starts in about 10 minutes.
"Okay, I'll see you in a few."
I hung up the phone and took a deep breath. My hands were sweaty and my heart was pumping. For years I'd fantasized about sucking a cock. I'd read many erotic stories about it; seen more than a few video clips with guys doing each other and I convinced myself that I ought to try it at least once. The thought both excited me and terrified me. Not wanting to catch any STD's that might be floating around out there, I made up my mind to ask Don if he'd let me suck his. It was a risk. He was a good friend. I trusted him with my life. I hoped could trust him with my secret.
The Doorbell rang just as the game got underway. I opened the door and Don greeted me with a manly hug, slapping me on the back as he pushed his way into the house. He had brought over a bag of snacks and laid them out on the coffee table as he took a seat on the couch, eyes glued to the game. "Where's that cold one you promised me?"
I went into the kitchen and returned with two beers, handed him one, and took my seat next to him on the couch; the "game was underway."
We made small talk as the game progressed. Several times I thought of backing out, but after a couple of beers, I decided it was now or never. I took one long swig of beer and turned toward Don, "Don, I've got a favor to ask you."
He glanced my way and responded, "Sure, buddy, anything."
"If you say no, I will completely understand."
He looked at me quizzically, "What do you need, Mike?"
"Before I tell you, I need you to promise me that if you say, 'no,' we never speak of it again. But I don't want you to say anything until I fully explain the situation to you."
He put his beer down and turned toward me, a concerned look on his face. "Are you in trouble, Mike?"
"Maybe," I said. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding.
Don put his hand on my arm and calmly said, "Look Mike, anything you need, I'm your man." He thought pensively for a moment and added, "You don't want me to kill someone do you?"
I laughed, 'No, but you might want to kill me after you hear."
"Out with it my friend, the suspense is killing me!"
"Okay, but remember, no response until I finish explaining." I paused a bit, took another swig of beer, (my throat had become very dry for some reason) and began. I looked at him and said, "Don, I want to suck your dick."
His eyes got big as he looked at me with disbelief.
I looked down at the floor and began, "Let me finish before you respond. You know I love Liz and the kids and would never do anything to hurt them. Several years ago, Liz and I were watching a porn DVD of swingers. At one point a guy leaned over and took another guy's dick in his mouth. I was shocked initially, but it stuck in my brain and I kept turning it over and over. I began looking for bi DVD's to rent, reading bi stories and fantasizing about it. There is no way I want to do it with some stranger and risk catching something. I couldn't live with myself. So, I began to think about friends and you are the only one I could trust enough to ask. You wouldn't have to do anything except sit there, but I need to try this once and get it out of my head. If you say, 'no,' I will completely understand and hope it ends here."
He looked at me with a quizzical smirk and said, "What if I don't want to just sit there?"
"What?"
He set his beer down and looked at me, 'What if I don't want to just sit there? What if I want to play too?"
"What are you saying?"
"First, I am honored that you would trust me with such a request. Frankly, I don't think I could have done what you just did. Second, I'd be lying to you if I told you that I had not had similar thoughts over the years. I've always heard that guys give better blow jobs than women, and I'd love to see if that's true. Third, there is no one I'd rather experiment with than you. So, if you're game, I am. What do we do next?"
I knelt between his legs and started to unbutton his pants, The zipper came down and he lifted his hips to allow me to pull his pants off. His dick was already getting hard, tenting his boxers. I slipped my hands up is thighs until my hands came together around the base of his cock.
He inhaled quickly and tossed his head back as my hands made contact with his balls. I could see his expanding shaft through the opening of the boxers as I played with his balls for a few minutes, feeling them, rolling them in my hands, feeling the hair on his pubic bone.
I moved one hand up and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, squeezing lightly while positioning it to stick out the fly of his boxers. I continued to play with his balls while gently stroking his dick until I saw a clear drip of pre-cum emerge from the tip of his cock. I lowered my mouth to the tip and sucked off the drip as I squeezed his cock hoping for more. He did not disappoint me.
I began lightly flicking my tongue just underneath the head of his cock. That was the most sensitive spot on my cock so I assumed it was for him too. His response told me I was correct.
I opened my mouth and positioned his dick so I could take just the head of his dick into my awaiting mouth. As the crown of his cock head passed my lips, I closed my mouth and sucked just the tip. My tongue explored every inch of his head as my hands continued to work his balls and shaft. I paused just long enough to peel his boxers off and I went back to work.
Starting at the base of his balls, I look long, slow licks with the flat of my tongue up the center vein of his shaft. His body shivered with each lick. Then I repeated the action on the left side of the shaft and then the right side before returning to the center. Don's moans and the flood of pre-cum told me he was enjoying this as much as I was.