EP and I had been friends for years. Our families (we were both married during those days) spent almost all of our free time together and he and I usually ended up going to a XXX movie, a bookstore or both. One visit, we went to a new drive-in theater which had begun showing XXX movies. The action, both on the screen and in the car ahead of us, was HOT!!! Finally, during a scene where one guy was fucking two girls at once, EP took his dick out and began playing with it. I was hot too, so when he suggested that I follow suit -- "don't strangle it" was how he phrased it then -- I unzipped and began beating off. All the time we were beating off, we were talking about the screen action, attitudes towards sex on the part of our wives, and how damned horny we both were. My dick had never been harder and I was just about to the point of no return when EP looked over at me and asked, "Can I touch it?" My only response was to reach over and grab his cock, continuing to beat him off, while he, in turn, grabbed mine. I'm not particularly huge but when he said "GOD!", I felt a foot long!!! After a few minutes, EP again looked at me and asked if we could go somewhere else, saying that he had to see it closer and in the light. I said "sure" and we left the theater.
Driving through town, headed generally towards his house (where we could NOT go!) I began shaking with excitement. Although he and I had always been close, and although I'd always wondered about his preferences, it seemed too good to be true. Shortly EP turned off into a wooded area about a mile from his house, drove to the center, and stopped his car. We both had to pee, so we got out and, shyly at first, did so. Then EP took my dick in his hands and proceeded to beat me off, whispering about how nice and long my dick was compared to his (he IS fairly short, if that's important) and how much he'd like to suck it. I was just about to tell him to go ahead -- I'd never had a blow job of any kind then -- when I came all over him. Tit for tat, I proceeded to beat him off after which we cleaned up, sat and talked for a few minutes then drove on home. The incident was never mentioned again during that visit.
A few months later, I again visited EP and his wife. My divorce was final (my wife had decided that some young long-dicked stud was what she wanted, so I let her have him!) and I was horny as hell. EP's wife went to work the day after my arrival but EP stayed home. As soon as his wife was at work (he called her to make sure), he pulled out an 8mm projector and some films he had bought or borrowed. Picture this, if you will -- me, horny as can be, no sex in almost three months except my hand and EP, tall, slim, goodlooking, dressed in his bathrobe. Both of us sat down to watch the films which weren't too bad. The first was a threesome, two guys and a gal with the guys getting it on towards the end. While the film was changing, I glanced across the room and saw that EP was slowly beating himself off under cover of his robe. He looked at me and said what he'd said before: "Don't strangle it, go ahead -- get it out!" I figured "what the hell!" and did just that. The second film began and boy! was it hot. There were three guys in a locker room -- all of them looked like they were 16 or so -- and they did everything to each other. About halfway through, while one guy was fucking another who was blowing the third, EP suddenly got up, walked over to me, pushed my hand away from my dick and began blowing me. I freaked out! I had never had any kind of a blow job, man or woman, and it felt great! His tongue began caressing the mushroom-shaped head of my cock and he tried his very best to take all of my 6 and a half inches in. While he was giving me this delicious treat, I managed to reach over to him, under his robe, where I began playing with his dick and asshole. After only a few minutes (I could have let him go on forever, believe me!), EP told me to take my clothes off. I immediately stood up and stripped while he went into the bedroom and came back, his rigid cock bouncing ahead of him. EP then took the KY jelly in his hand, smeared it all over my cock and his asshole, then asked me to fuck him in the ass "hard". Well, I tried my best but to no avail -- he was just too tight. You see, I'm only 6 and a half long but fairly thick and he was just as nervous as I was, believe me -- he had always dreamed about doing this with me but had only that morning, while jerking off in the shower, decided that today was the day. We eventually gave up and just lay together in the middle of the room, on the rug and with a fire going in the fireplace (also!) I beat him off slowly, using the KY to make it as long as I could before he blew his was and he, seeing my cock hard again, gave me another blow job before finishing me off with his hand. It was the most erotic episode of my entire life.
Do I have any regrets? Yes, most definitely. We got together several times after that morning and always played with each other, then ended up beating each other off. I never did taste his cock, however, and that's what I think about now that I'm remarried (unhappily -- you'd think my two wives went to the same (no-) sex school, it's been almost a year!) and beating my dick every day at least once. Why don't I go out and find someone else? I did -- a nice guy I used to work with. We only talked about sex, however -- I didn't know until he moved to another state that he's bisexual and wanted me desperately when we were together. I think I knew at the time, however -- but maybe I'm just fantasizing. My friend EP? He left his wife and moved in with his new lover -- the last I heard, they were extremely happy. Oh, well -- at least someone gets to lick his dick...!