Mark and I have been friends for 20 years, were in each others weddings, and have never once had anything remotely resembling anything other than normal male/male friendship. Until this week.

I had gone over to hang out and watch TV and we were both complaining about our (lack of) sex life. Mark is divorced and has had a few girlfriends since but none recently. I’m happily married, but have a typical vanilla married sex life.

Mark made a comment that it had been a year since he’d had a blow job and I replied that it had been so long since I’d had one I was seriously considering trading blow jobs with the first offer I got. "You can’t be serious" he said as he walked into the kitchen to grab another beer.

"You pull it out, I’ll suck it" I replied and went back to watching the game. A few seconds later I heard him coming back from the kitchen and then he said, from just over my shoulder, "Well, it’s not going to suck itself."

I turned around and he was standing there with his shorts around his ankles and his cock hanging out. It was a beautiful cock, thick and about 4 inches soft with a thick mushroom head. He looked at me and I think he was about to pull his shorts up when something came over me and I reached out and grabbed it.

I’d never been with a man before, and I have to admit to some curiosity. He took a couple of shuffling steps toward me and I stroked his cock until it got hard. It had to be at least 8 inches long and about as thick around as a good sized banana. Definitely better than mine. Neither one of us said a word as I slowly jerked him off, and then I leaned forward and put his cock in my mouth.

The feeling was odd, not unpleasant but odd. His warm skin sliding in and out of my mouth while I worked his shaft and balls with my hands was surreal. I must been doing a good job, because I could feel him getting harder and his cock started to twitch. He mumbled something that sounded like "uhoh" and I felt the first spurts of his come hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, and kept swallowing and sucking as he emptied what had to have been a sizable load down my throat. I got a little taste, slightly bitter but not bad, but most just hit the back of my throat and went straight down as I kept at it.

When he was done he pulled away and got down on his knees without a word. I was already hard from what had just happened and it didn’t take much before I was coming what felt like a gallon into his mouth as well. Once I was done he got up, we both dressed, and sat for a bit in silence.

"That was unexpected, I hope you’re not regretting it" he said.

"No" I replied, "I don’t regret it. I hadn’t planned on anything like that but now that it’s done I think we can both agree that there’s no need for either of us to go so long without a blow job again."

We both laughed and agreed that what had happened wasn’t going to change our friendship. There wasn’t any further sexual contact or mention of it while we watched the game. I went home and things have been normal. We’ll see what happens the next time we hang out.