“It’s all a bit weird,” he told me quietly and slowly as we approached kicking out time, “but whenever Jill is out, I jump online and wank off to porn!” Not that weird I told him back as he went on to explain how Jill, his wife, was away a lot with work which gave him the time alone to wank and ‘get it out of his system’ as he called it. “So you do it too?” he asked tentatively. “God yes,” I answered enthusiastically, “Hell, just talking about it make s me think ahead to knocking one out tonight when I get home!” Things fell quiet for a while and we finished our drinks and headed home, together as his place was on the way to mine. “So why is it weird?” I asked him, keen to know more and intrigued that he might be into something kinky. He was quiet for a long time and then he barely spoke above a whisper, “It’s blokes wanking,” he mumbled. “What?” I feigned surprise and curiosity, “that is a thing?” “Fuck off,” he said, “You just told me you do it!” “No,” I laughed, “You mean it is a porn thing, who would have thought it!” We walked for ten minutes in silence and before he could say good night at his gate, I followed him up the path. “What?” I asked as he looked at me, “Surely the usual nightcap on the way home!” and I left it hanging in the air before I leant in and whispered, “And I though you said Jill was away.” “Fuck off,” he laughed as he opened the door and we half stumbled to his kitchen for another beer. We joked around for a while and then the next time it fell quiet I asked him if he was waiting for me to go so he could have his fun. “Show me some of this porn,” I added before he got a chance to reply. He just looked at me clearly trying to work out if I was calling his bluff. “I am not kidding,” I told him, my nerves rising up a bit, “I liked it when you told me about it…” “Have you ever..” he started but I interrupted him. “Just show me a fucking clip,” I breathed and he stared at me, “OR do you want to just see the real thing?” I had started to feel turned on in the last half hour, even more than I was as I thought about it as we walked back. I moved back from the counter and undid my jeans. Our eyes locked I put my hand in my boxers and rubbed my cock. He was breathing heavy as he looked at me and I found that to be the key to turning me on, knowing that my actions were pleasing him. I pushed my hand up my tee a bit and rubbed my chest as I pulled my cock free of my shorts. Still he stood stock still as I slowly tugged my cock, amazing myself at how hard I got so quickly. Normally I like to draw it out, but right then I knew I wanted to come, to put on a show for him. I felt my orgasm rise up in me and some how managed to stop before I came. My cock twitched hard in front of me and he looked, his eyes all ove my body and my cock. “Get it out,” I whispered and he did so, pushing his jeans and boxers down together. “Oh my,” I said as his thick cock sprung free, “that looks incredible!” Odd though it was, he actually blushed at these words and my horniness flooded over me again as I imagined the prospect of playing with his gorgeous specimen! On auto pilot, I resumed wanking, my eyes now glued to his dick which he took gently in hand. “Oh yes,” I moaned, “Rub that cock, show me it!” It did not feel natural to talk like this, but it certainly seemed to relax him. “Oh fuck,” I announced, “I am so close.” He moved nearer me and I looked at him as he positioned for a good view of my cock. I moaned loud as my come erupted from me and I shot out two then three thick wads of come. Panting and gasping, I opened my eyes to see him wanking furiously now and as he watched me finish, to my delight he moved nearer to me and there was no mistaking her was aiming at me. “This is like the porn,” he told me and he put a hand on my shoulder to stabilise himself, we were so close that with a small move of his hips, his cock head was only an inch or so from mine. “Do it,” I encourage him and suddenly his deep breaths turned to groans and I felt his hot spurts hit my cock and my leg. I gave up eye contact to watch his cock, big and hard as it was, shooting out still more come. I rubbed it on my shaft and felt it clog up my pubes. With an all too familiar sense of guilt and shame he tugged his trousers back up sharply and left the room. I pulled myself straight too, uncomfortably pulling my boxers up around my wet cock and thigh. He came back in a minute later and honest to god, acted like nothing had happened. We drank a couple more beers, like any mates would after the pub and although we did not discuss it at all, it in no way felt awkward. Finally he said how he had to be up early the next day os it was my call, head off or maybe one more for the road, he looked at his watch and said Jill was due to phone any minute. As if on cue the phone rang and he small talked as he got us both a beer. Listening to half the conversation I heard him tell her he had been out, but was now home alone. He was looking right at me, but telling her how he had been thinking about her. He leant back on the counter and told her how he should get comfortable and then she can tell him all about what she was wearing. I heard her giggle down the phone and tell him he was bad. The look in his eye made my groin tingle and I though to myself, you have no idea Jill. He put her on speaker phone and they dirty talked to each other. The chat was not all that hot, but me being there and her not knowing definitely was. I quietly peeled off all my clothes this time and stood in front of him wanking. He just smiled as he encouraged Jill to talk more. Knowing that I wanted more this time, I move my tee shirt so I could kneel on it and he pretend objected as I undid his jeans and pulled him free. “Are you wanking, naughty boy,” Jill giggled in response to him gasping. I did not hear his reply, I was too buys gasping myself as I took his fat tip in my lips. I could taste the lingering come on him and where as I needed help to get fully hard this late at night (and after the beers!) he was rock hard. The next thing I heard was his deep gasps as I fucked my mouth on and off him, it was as magical as I imagined it would be. I could vaguely hear Jill too, it was clear that they were both well into the little call. Finally he grunted again, similar to before except now his spunk was swilling around my gums and down my throat too as I swallowed what felt like a load as heavy as before. I sucked and licked him as he softened in my mouth and then he exclaimed, “Fucking stop!” as I sucked on his hyper-sensitive cock. I obliged and moved instead to lick his shaft and balls, savouring his come and getting as much of the taste as I could. “Let me see,” he instructed and I twisted my hips so he could see me wanking as I cleaned him up. I rested on my haunches as I came and he clapped as I shot a few squirts across his kitchen floor. There was no more talking, but no shame and guilt either this time as he watched me get dressed. We chinked our bottles and finished our drinks. There was an awkward, ‘thanks mate’ to each other as he saw me to the door and I stepped out into the cold. I got a text from him on my way back and I replied saying, ‘far from weird and glad I could help’. I added that I looked forward to the next time we had a drink…