It was a pleasant surprise to bump into my old mate Alan and his wife Nicky at a recent wedding, in more way s that one as I would soon find out. We had not seen each other really since college only bumping into each other a couple of times at post A-levels parties. That was many years ago now, but it was clear after a few drinks that we had not changed much and were soon laughing away over a couple of pints. His wife was very hot, a little younger than him and prone to moods and headaches, it seemed like such a waste as she turned heads all night, but he told me it was bang on cue when about 9 o’clock she whined away at him until he took her to up to their room, calling it a night. I watched the maid of honour cock-teasing her way around the place debating whether I would throw my chances in the hat to have a try with her. About 10:30 though I was pretty pleased to see Alan return to the bar. We sat at the bar reminiscing about our teens and the various exploits we got up to, and I was starting to wonder if it would venture to the exploits between us both; we were best friends at college and his was the first cock that I ever played with. I asked him what his sex life was like and that Nicky was exactly the kind of girl that we used to make up fantasies about when we were younger. He nodded back at me. The music was covering the room in noise and we were in a quiet corner, I leant in so I did not need to shout, “I can’t believe you are down here when she is upstairs…” he looked back at me with that look that I have seen many times in the eyes of a married man. And so he unraveled the brif history of their marriage, very much in love, but virtually no sex life. He swigged his drink and asked me how mine was, “.. and when you last get laid?” Conversation got racey pretty quickly, “Just like old times,” I said winking at him, “telling each other stories while we got all worked up!” “Are you getting worked up?” He asked. I simply laughed back at him lightly, “Like I said, just like old times!” Things went pretty quiet for a while, but by now my mind was really just thinking about his dick again. “So when you did you last get laid?” I asked him and he mumbled something that sounded like ‘weeks’. I looked shocked for him before following up with, “… and a bowjob?” “Even longer,” he answered dolefully. There was an obvious sense of the inevitable in what was going to happen next. “Where shall we go?” I asked and after the length of time it took him to check that Ncky was asleep soundly in their room, he was knocking on my door. I left the lights off and slipped back into bed. I started talking to him as he stood by the bed, telling hm about his hot wife and how I would go to town on her tits and pussy. It was near pitch black but I heard the sounds of his clothes getting loose and then a slow rhythm of his hand on his cock. “Bring it here,” I whispered and when he did not move I twisted in the bed swapping ends so I was now near him. I reached in the dark and clumsily hit his base, thick with a mound of pubes and his hand flinched away. His breathing was heavy as I fumbled in the dark to get my hand on his cock. It was a real flash back moment as I closed my fist around his cock. I had always remembered it being big and had often figured it was just a trick of my memory. But no, I closed my fingers round it and they did not connect around it. He gasped as I slid my hand up the length of it, all 9 inches or so. “Oh wow,” I breathed and I knew that I was going to fulfill a fantasy that I have harboured for many years since. I hopped over to my front, my hard cock pressing into the mattress before I rose up onto my knees. “What are you…” he said, but I cut him off, “SSsshhhh.” I said gently, “bring it nearer…” there was obvious caution in him, but I reached out for him once more and as I wanked his amazing member, I tugged him towards me. His cock throbbed in my hand and I felt his foreskin catching on his helmet ridge as I pulled on him. There was a clamminess to his tip and it had an aroma that I wanted to get straight into my mouth. My lips stretched on him as my tongue licked at his sticky taste. I was expecting some protest as I went onto him, but he stayed silent, except of course for his breathing. Sadly the quiet was broken with my gagging, there was just nothing I could do with the size of him so I put my hand around his base to act as a stopper for him getting too far in. This did the trick and I was able to get into a rhythm on his knob at last. I was getting really into, it is very difficult to describe the sensation of my mouth being so filled, but it never fails to make my cock twitch and my body ache for more! I could not take my weight off my last arm with out falling down so I tried to move which just ended with me laying back on the bed, his big dick about a foot above me. I wanked him more, pulling his cock towards me as I did so that the tip nearly brushed my lips once more. I grab the duvet on the bed together to raise my head and I lap at his rock hard helmet, still marveling at how big it is. “I never did wank you,” he whispers. “You never needed to,” I answered honestly in between licks. I shifted back round a bit more and got my head lined up between his legs better, “Put it back in for me,” I requested. He couched his legs for me and my mouth was instantly out of action as it was stoppered with his dick. At least now I had free hands and so I wanked my cock and pulled on my balls as I savoured my big mouthful. I could feel his hand on his shaft now, holding it down against its normal hard posture of trying tp point straight up. I could tell as well that he was wanking again, his fist nudging onto my lips repeatedly. I grunted around his cock, feeling my cheeks swell with air before blowing it out as he left me briefly. I felt my spunk fly from my cock as waves of pleasure fired through me. Hot dollops landed on my chest and I let out muffled groans over his hard dick. “Oh shit,” I heard him whisper, “Oh god.” I was not sure what was going on, but then it caught up with me, Alan pulled out and was wanking, clearly freaking out at the fact that his come was going to hit me. “Oh yeah, come on,” I spoke gently, quickly flipping back onto my knees and facing him. He was wanking, but that was meant to be my fun, “Let me do it…” His breathing was heavy indeed as we swapped places and he lay on the bed. I lay between his legs, not surprised that I was still rock hard as well, my dick banging off the bed. I slid my hand around him once more and wanked him, fast like he was. Totally in the moment I egged him on, “Come on, give me that spunk!” He called out something and then I felt his legs brace as his cock twitched hard in my grasp. Wasting no time at all, I dropped my mouth to it and was met with a hot wad of his juice straight into my gob. I wanked my mouth up and down him feeling two and then three more heavy squirts. I nearly sat it out but managed to relax in time and swallowed it down instead. His breathing slowed down and although he stayed hard in my mouth I could feel that his orgasm had passed. I sucked on him and he shivered as the feeling was too much for him. I felt a last taste of come from him as I let his cock drop to his stomach. We lay next to each other for a little while before he began laughing quietly and then a little more. I was not sure how this would go at this point and had not really thought it through. To my relief it was him who broke the unease, “Fuck, I need that,” he announced, “and now I need a drink!” “Nice,” I replied, “let’s see if the bar is still open. And so like two old friends should do, we headed off to the bar for a drink.