Peter's Peter
I hadn't been on Long Island in years having moved to the city after graduating college for work and pleasure. Driving home, I saw the big familiar sign of Home Depot that reminded me to pick up something I needed to finish a small project. Walking through store with item in hand towards the register I hear a voice calling my name: "Mike...Mike." I turn around and there's my old friend Peter who I hadn't seen in over 30 years. How he recognized me I'll never know, but he did. We paid for our items and made our way to the parking lot to catch up a bit. I found out he was divorced and lived close by. I had to decline his invite as I already had a previous engagement planned but promised to make it out the next weekend. We exchanged numbers and as he began his way to his car, he turned and quietly asked: "Do you still suck cock?" I looked at the prominent bulge in his pants and replied: "Do you still like having your cock sucked?" We were only 13 back then when Peter made me his cocksucker for the summer, a life changing experience to the delight of the many recipients of my oral expertise over the years.
Growing up, we lived right across the street from each other. Peter was tall and husky, I was short and thin. We began hanging out during summer vacation when he would sneak out some Playboy magazines from his dad's collection to look at in my room (he had no privacy due to younger siblings always barging in to the room he shared with one of his brothers). My room, across the street, was upstairs across from the attic. With only one sister, who had her own room downstairs, I had lots of privacy. I would put on music a little louder so we could ogle the nudie mags. One day, Peter suggested a game we should play. I said "OK, what is it?" "We go into the closet, close the door and face each other in the pitch dark." When he said "Go," we had to try and undo each other's pants and pull them down to the ankles. Being naive as to where this could possibly lead, I was game and we entered the closet and closed the door. It was so dark, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. I knew he was standing close to me because I could feel his breath and body heat. Before I knew it, "Go" and I immediately felt his big hands clawing at my belt buckle and zipper, then unbottoning my pants before roughly pulling them down in one fell swoop. "I win" he said. Peter opened the door and I, and him, could see I was fully exposed as he managed to get my underwear, as well. It all happened so quickly, I didn't even get a chance to blink let alone attempt to pull his pants down. We exited the closet with me shuffling about with pants and underwear around ankles. He laid down on my bed and told me to kneel beside it. "Your penalty is to pull down my pants." I did as he said. "Underwear, too." I pulled them down revealing a thick circumcised cock sitting on top of a pair of plump balls. "Now, lean over and kiss my dick for 10 seconds. I'll count it out loud." I wasn't sure about this part, Peter didn't say anything about a penalty for losing. He put his big hand on the back of my head and forced my face into his crotch until my lips were on his mushroom head. "Ten, nine, ..." he slowly counted down to zero. After it was over, I remember thinking that it wasn't so bad. It was just skin. We would play the "game" repeatedly throughout the summer, with me "losing" all the time. The penalties increased to longer times, then to putting his cock in my mouth which evolved into complete blowjobs, swallowing his load every time. I became his personal cocksucker that summer.
Here it is, 30 years later. I arrive at his house and Peter leads me down into a semi-finished basement/man cave. There's beer and pizza waiting for us. There's also someone else: a friend of Peter's sitting on the recliner. He looked the same age as us with a build similar to Peter. We exchanged pleasantries and dug into the pizza and downed the beer with the occasional shot of whiskey. I was feeling good and uninhibited. Peter told Scott of us growing up together and the "game" we used to play. I could tell from the obvious bulge in Scott's pants that he enjoyed learning of the "penalties" I was "forced" to endure. Peter looked at me: "So Mike, do you still suck cock?" Without answering, I stood up and removed all my clothes, taking my time to fold them neatly. Standing completely nude, I slowly walked over to where Peter was seated on the couch. He spread his legs as I knelt down before him. I put my head into his crotch to feel the heat of his manhood. I unbuckled him, undid the top button and slid the zipper all the way down. He scooted his ass up so I could pull his pants down to his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear, some how knowing that I would be between his legs with my lips wrapped around his cock, once again. As I began to suck Peter's dick, I heard Scott undressing. He soon joined us standing next to me as I alternated between the two massive cocks. Before the night was over, I would swallow one load from each and take a load from each up my ass, but not before announcing to Peter that I learned a new trick since I last saw him 30 years ago. "And what trick is that? We're already spent." I knelt in the middle of the floor and directed him to stand before me. I took his flaccid penis in my mouth and remained perfectly still: within a couple of minutes, I felt the first streams of piss blast down my throat as I swallowed as I fast as I could to keep up without spilling a drop. After drinking all of Peter's beer piss, I looked to Scott: "You're next."