an old friend

He was my best friend and had been for over 20 years. We had been best buds since we were in the 4th grade and now both of us were in our mid-thirties, married, and both with kids. My wife and I had gone to Long Island to visit him and his wife for a week. We decided to camp out on a local beach, which had camping facilities. It was summer, hot, steamy.
The first day we drank, drank, swam, and drank more. Of course I had seen him naked before, strong, muscular, he had run track in high school and had been very, very good. I was taller and had played football. His soft cock, as that was the only way I had ever seen it, was a bit smaller than mine though I had no idea how big it was when it hardened. I had never really thought of him sexually, which was kind of strange.
That night he and I had taken my 4 wheel out onto the beach. We sat, watching the water and drinking. We talked of old times, our wives, life and, of course sex. Although I had previously had numerous sexual encounters with other males, I did not think he ever had. That night, though, he told me how he and another friend of ours had, when they were teens, played with each other’s cocks. I was amazed, and really interrogated him on it. Finally, he admitted they had blown each other as well. This new information made me look at him differently. Suddenly, where before he had been my best friend, now he was a sexual animal.
As we sat in the jeep we talked and got more personal than we had ever been with each other before. He asked me if I had ever had guy to guy sex and I admitted that I had several experiences but they had all been when I was a lot younger. We talked of our wives and how each would like to fuck the other. We talked of our wives particular sexual likes and dislikes, and that got both of us hot as hell. We discussed a young priest each of us had know when we were young. I had been seduced by him, though I did not tell him that. Knowing that the priest had been gay though, and that my buddy went to the church at which the priest was installed, I asked him if he had ever done it with “Father Paul.” He had laughed, shaking his head, but something in his attitude made me suddenly believe that maybe he had. It was all so new and so exciting.
I can remember it as if it was yesterday, me saying, “shit, I need to jerk off!”
He had laughed, took another pull of his beer and said, “Go ahead, I don’t give a shit.”
I thought he was bluffing and decided to call his bluff. I gripped my cock through my thin bathing suit, laughing as I stroked it. I figured he would back off, give me crap, whatever. But he didn’t. He just looked out the windshield. And so I took the step. I yanked my suit down and grasped my hard seven-inch dick. I waggled it at him, laughing. He laughed a bit too, but quietly. I began to stroke my dick.
“I’ll help, if you want,” he said quietly. And that really floored me.
I stupidly asked, “what?”
He laughed, “kidding asshole.”
But I realized he wasn’t.
“Go ahead,” I dared him. But, embarrassed now he called me an asshole and punched my shoulder.
In a fit of, I don’t know, fun I guess I grabbed his hand and pulled it over onto my naked, hard cock. I expected him to immediately yank it away, but he didn’t. It lay on my dick, like an alien being. After a few seconds, he did pull it away. We were both quiet. It was weird and I suddenly got very, very nervous. Although I had had several experiences before, none had been with friends, much less my best friend. We both realized we were treading on thin ice. Because I was so nervous, my dick softened. We both, at the same time, took another swig of beer and as we both smoked then, lit cigarettes. I didn’t put my dick away, though.
I tried to break the tension, “Shit, man, at least you could have squeezed my dick!” I laughed. But he didn’t. He just drank more beer.
Finally, he said, “you know, I’d suck your cock but it isn’t hard. I don’t suck soft cocks.” I had no idea if he was kidding. His tone had been kind of, well light so I just couldn’t tell.
“Well, that won’t take long to fix.” And with just a few jerks, and my stomach churning, I had stroked my dick to erection. I displayed my erection, “here it is,” I said. And, without another word, he had leaned over and started to blow me. I tell you, I almost passed out I was so shocked. I had believed, really believed, that it would all become a joke between us, but it hadn’t. I couldn’t help it, I moaned, he could really suck cock! But what I wanted was to suck his and I didn’t give a shit if it was hard or soft. I pushed him away.
“What the,” he had started to say, I could tell he was concerned that I had changed my mind, but relaxed when I went to yanking his suit down.
His dick was hard, gorgeous actually. It was a bit shorter than mine, maybe six inches to my seven, but had a big, flared knob. He leaned back and I went down on him. His cock felt natural in my mouth. I took it all down, it wasn’t big. I sucked, nipped the tip, licked his pee hole, and did everything I could to make it good for him. And he was into it, really into it. It all felt surreal. I reached up and tweaked his nipple, and he responded. I twisted it and he thrust his cock all the way back down my throat. I felt his balls, his tight, rubbery asshole. And then he told me he was coming. I could tell he expected me to pull off, let him finish himself with his hand, but I didn’t. He grew frantic, tried to push me off, but I was like a leech. He shot in my mouth. I had tasted cum before, had a dick shoot in my mouth before so I wasn’t surprised, though the force of his ejaculation did surprise me, as did the volume. He had a cum making machine for a set of balls, that is for sure. I swallowed it all, sucked him dry. Then, finally, raised up off his still hard cock.
“Shit, you swallowed it Tory.” he nodded. “And it tasted good.”
He laughed. His chest was covered in sweat; it was close in the Jeep, even with the slight breeze.
“Want me to suck you?”
I shook my head. I realized that I liked sucking more than getting sucked. We got out of the jeep, drank more beer, and lit another cigarette. He pissed on the sand, a strong stream. Watching him do that got me hot again, a memory coming to my mind. When he had finished, just a few drops still dripping from his pee hole, I said, “just let me do it.” I got on my knees and took his soft prick back in my mouth. I could taste his piss. As I blew him this time, I jerked off. He never really got hard again before I shot off all over the sand. When I had finished I stood and we looked at each other, and then started to laugh.
When I crawled into the double sized sleeping bag with my wife, I woke her and we fucked. I later found out that Ron had done the same. Since that night and even though we live so far apart, we have had the opportunities to renew our sexual relationship.