I have been writing up some of my experiences from my distant past in the 80s, back when I was 18. I have already explained how I had received several handjobs from my best mate Ian and ended up getting my first blow job from a lecturer whilst Ian was sitting next to me. If this is the first time reading one of my posts it might help to check those first. You can find them under the story tab on my profile. For my part, being 18 and horny, I was still always thinking about sex and hoping that some guy would hit on me. The only difference now was I actually had some experience and seemed to know what to do! Although I took any opportunity to see Mr. West, Ian and I were still best friends, playing rugby and trained together as well as hanging out. Nothing more had been said about what happened after that night in Mr West’s flat and we hadn’t messed around with each other either, as my interests were being diverted elsewhere. I was still intrigued about one thing though: when Ian had his cock out masturbating that night in Mr. West's flat, and was the first circumcised on I had seen in the flesh. Now at this point I only had my own and Mr. West’s to compare with, but sometimes when wanking I started to think about how it looked that night, how Ian had played with it, how it would feel in my hand or my mouth. One Saturday night we were as usual in his bedroom, listening to music with the lights out and just the illumination from the glow of the hi fi. We had both had some of his lethal homemade wine and I was feeling pretty chilled out. We were lying on the bed top to tail, when Ian said, out of nowhere “do you remember that night we were like this and you tricked me”. I knew he was talking about how I had played a practical joke on him which led him to inadvertently touch my cock and, much to the surprise of both of us, ended with him wanking me off for the first time. “Of course” I said, “I think about it a lot, it was really good”. I assumed he was feeling horny, and that this was a prelude feeling his hand on my shorts. My cock was stirring in anticipation of some attention, but instead he carried on talking. “I loved that night in the flat. I....liked watching....you know...you and him”. I took his lead that he obviously wanted to talk about it, so said “you mean you liked watching him suck me off? It was really good, he really knew what he was doing. You know he really wanted to suck you off as well” “I wish he had” Ian said in a breathy voice, “I’ve been thinking about it ever since and wishing I hadn’t chickened out. Have you done it again with him?” The question caught me off guard and I just said “yes”. Ian let out a sort of groaning sigh “really?” “Yes, a couple of times, in fact” Ian groaned again and, looking down at him I could see in the dim light that his shorts were bulging and moving because he had his hand in there playing with himself. He was obviously getting off talking like this and now I was horny as well, so carried on.“I never told you that, after we dropped you off, we stopped at the park...and I wanked him off until he shot his load Of spunk all over himself” I could hear Ian's breathing now and feel a tremor through the bed as he was now masturbating, but with his hand stillinside his shorts. “ Oh God” was all Ian could say. I was now really enjoying myself and went in for the kill“and I sucked him off as well at college the other night after rugby practice”. There was a gasp from Ian “you sucked him off? Oh fuck”. “Mmm, turns out giving a blow job is just as good as getting one, I really do like the feel of a hard cock in my mouth, and love the taste....“ At this point my new found confidence came to the fore. “If you stop wanking and get your shorts off I can show you.” There was a sharp intake of breath from the other end of the bed and then silent stillness. I thought for a moment he was going to say no or get off the bed. But then the bed moved as he shuffled about lifting his hips to slide his shorts and boxers off. His cock was hard and glistening in the dim light. I pulled the curtain aside to let more streetlight in and admired the view. Ian was was on his back, head lifted looking at me with big, nervous eyes, panting in anticipation. I rolled over next to him and took the shaft of his clock in my hand. He instantly groaned and a spasm jerked his hips. “You have a gorgeous cock” I told him, and I wasn’t lying. About 6” I would guess, similar to Mr. West but a little thicker. Being circumcised though it just looked bigger and very, very tempting glistening and wet in the dim light. The helmet was much more pronounced than any I had seen so far and although already wet, when I squeezed his cook a bead of pre cum oozed from the tip. I moved forward and very lightly used the tip of my tongue to taste him. At my touch Ian let out a yelp and his hips bucked again, pushing his cock onto my lips. I wanted to make him wait a little though so instead kissed and licked down his shaft, rubbing it with my lips to the base before working my way back. I then ran my tongue all the way around the base of his swollen glans, which made Ian cry out and twitch like he was sitting on a hot plate! Finally I rubbed the wet head with my lips before sliding him into my mouth. He tasted of musky salty sex, and the swollen helmet felt wonderful against my tongue. Ian was grunting and groaning as I slid my lips down his shaft, taking as much of his length as I could manage, before pulling all the way back until my lips encased his helmet and my tongue flicked back and forth against his piss hole. Keeping a grasp of his shaft I began a slow, deep blow job, taking him down to the base of his cock before pulling all the way back. I didn’t expect him to last long but wanted him to have the full experience of my recent encounters, so as I increased the speed of my sucking I released my grip of his shaft and gave his balls a squeeze. He let out a yelp and his cock gave a jump, making me think he might be cumming but fortunately he was still managing to hold back. His cock and balls were soaked with a mixture of his juices and my saliva, and I took a moment to release his cock to suck on my index finger and then rub it in his juices before taking him back into my mouth. As I sucked him now I felt between his arse cheeks and found his arsehole. He made even more noise as my wet finger touched his hole and, after a toying with him by making little circles, pushed my finger in. He was not at all tight and I was pleasantly surprised at how easy he was to enter. As soon as he felt his arse being opened up Ian became more vocal and gruff, begging for more as my probing finger stretched him. In only a few moments his arse clamped hard around my finger and his cock began to pulse as he shot a delicious load of hot, salty cum into my mouth. I Had my lips wrapped around his helmet at the time so his cum filled my mouth and I savoured the taste of him before swallowing his load. After his orgasm I just held him in my mouth and waited a moment, before proceeding to milk him for his last tasty drops of cum. As I did this I slid my finger out of his arsehole, eliciting another gasp and an “oh fuck”. I rolled off him and Ian, after taking a moment to get his breath, got up and on wobbly legs went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back he saw by the bright light from the landing that I had pulled my shorts off and was slowly wanking my throbbing, very hard cock whilst looking straight at him. “Why don't you come here and take over for me?” I suggested. The door closed and in the semi darkness he came and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. He reached out tentatively and just ran the tips of his fingers along my shaft. I let out an “mmmmm” of pleasure and emboldened, he grasped the shaft and started to wank me. He was in no mood to take his time and quickly started pumping my throbbing prick. He actions made my juices flow and his hand was soon slick. At that moment he amazed me by stopping and lowering his head to take my cock in his mouth! His tongue rubbed against my tingling glans as I took my turn out shout out “oh fuck” in surprise and pleasure. He started bobbing his head up and down and, although it was not an expert job, I was so horny at this point it only took a couple of minutes before I reached the point of no return. I managed to tell him I was cumming, and Ian let my cock slip from his mouth just as the first spurt splashed onto his cheek, then he just grasped my cock and squeezed the shaft as more cum leaked out, coating his hand, until I began to soften. It was my turn to get up and walk to the bathroom, using my hands to avoid dripping cum onto the carpet. As I did so though I wiped the dollop of cum off his face and licked it up, making sure I kept eye contact with him as I swallowed. Again we lay in the dark, the music still playing but now the aroma of cum scenting the room and it’s taste in my mouth. Finally Ian said, very quietly “that was amazing. I never expected it to be like that. What you did with your finger...wow”.