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We had been friends for years. After school, I went my way and he went his. My way involved any kind of debauchery and debasement I could discover whilst his revolved around family, mortgages and volvos. Despite this social dovetailing, we remained intermittent friends as the years went by and would occaisionally meet for a night out. Oh, I forgot to mention, Darryl was the single most attractive guy I have ever seen and any time spent in his presence usually meant me hiding a pulsating erection as I imagined what it would be like to kiss him and suck him off.
Anyway, my lust for this man was constantly unrequited and I had never said anything to him about it, that was until he mentioned that he was having problems with 'the wife'.
We had been on one of our escursions through the neon and the noise of the city, taking in as many bars as possible. As we stumbled out of the taxi and into his house, we made the usual fruitless attempts to keep quiet, instead making more noise than we intended. Darryl went straight to his drinks cabinet and pulled out an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels and we settled down with some glasses and a bag of ice, intent on demolishing the thing.
Our drunken conversation inevatibly moved on to sex. Darryl started complaining about the lack of head he got from his fiance, claiming that it had been over a year and a half since he had felt the warmth of a wet mouth take his cock. I looked over at him in his tight top and the jeans that accentuated his frim thighs and wished for all the world that he would ask me. Just ask me to do it for him.
As he prattled on, it dawned on me that he was, like all the times before, never going to ask. In the space of a minute, I decided that the risk of losing his friendship was worth the opportunity of tasting this fine specimen of a man. I came to the conclusion that I would be the one to relieve him of his oral needs. If his fiance was not going to provide him with the attention he needed, then one of his oldest friends would fill the breach and provide the attention he so badly needed.
Darryl eased back on the couch, stretching his legs out. I could see a bulge developing in his jeans. The thought of getting head must have roused his drunken cock.
"So what's the problem?", I asked. "Why wont she suck you off? A man has needs afterall!", I half-joked.
"She always says she is too tired or not in the mood, but fuck sake, I really need some head! I just wish someone would suck my cock!", Darryl said through gritted teeth.
I took a deep breath.
"Well there is one way we could solve this problem", I said as I moved myself closer to him so that our thighs were touching.
He looked at me, a bit bewildered, but after a second or two, a sly grin passed across his lips.
"Are you suggesting what I think you are?", he leered.
"Certainly my good man", I replied. "If a friend can't help you out in a time of need, then who can?"
I could see the bulge in his jeans was expanding at our conversation. I swallowed a thousand fears and gingerly brought my hand over his taught thigh until I found it resting on his straining cock. Finally, I had got there! After years of fantasy and longing, I had finally made it. I had the object of my desire under my hand.
Darryl looked up at me, a drunken smile on his face. "Well what are you waiting for? I've been waiting nearly two years for this. Let's see what you are made of!"
We had been friends for years. After school, I went my way and he went his. My way involved any kind of debauchery and debasement I could discover whilst his revolved around family, mortgages and volvos. Despite this social dovetailing, we remained intermittent friends as the years went by and would occaisionally meet for a night out. Oh, I forgot to mention, Darryl was the single most attractive guy I have ever seen and any time spent in his presence usually meant me hiding a pulsating erection as I imagined what it would be like to kiss him and suck him off.
Anyway, my lust for this man was constantly unrequited and I had never said anything to him about it, that was until he mentioned that he was having problems with 'the wife'.
We had been on one of our escursions through the neon and the noise of the city, taking in as many bars as possible. As we stumbled out of the taxi and into his house, we made the usual fruitless attempts to keep quiet, instead making more noise than we intended. Darryl went straight to his drinks cabinet and pulled out an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels and we settled down with some glasses and a bag of ice, intent on demolishing the thing.
Our drunken conversation inevatibly moved on to sex. Darryl started complaining about the lack of head he got from his fiance, claiming that it had been over a year and a half since he had felt the warmth of a wet mouth take his cock. I looked over at him in his tight top and the jeans that accentuated his frim thighs and wished for all the world that he would ask me. Just ask me to do it for him.
As he prattled on, it dawned on me that he was, like all the times before, never going to ask. In the space of a minute, I decided that the risk of losing his friendship was worth the opportunity of tasting this fine specimen of a man. I came to the conclusion that I would be the one to relieve him of his oral needs. If his fiance was not going to provide him with the attention he needed, then one of his oldest friends would fill the breach and provide the attention he so badly needed.
Darryl eased back on the couch, stretching his legs out. I could see a bulge developing in his jeans. The thought of getting head must have roused his drunken cock.
"So what's the problem?", I asked. "Why wont she suck you off? A man has needs afterall!", I half-joked.
"She always says she is too tired or not in the mood, but fuck sake, I really need some head! I just wish someone would suck my cock!", Darryl said through gritted teeth.
I took a deep breath.
"Well there is one way we could solve this problem", I said as I moved myself closer to him so that our thighs were touching.
He looked at me, a bit bewildered, but after a second or two, a sly grin passed across his lips.
"Are you suggesting what I think you are?", he leered.
"Certainly my good man", I replied. "If a friend can't help you out in a time of need, then who can?"
I could see the bulge in his jeans was expanding at our conversation. I swallowed a thousand fears and gingerly brought my hand over his taught thigh until I found it resting on his straining cock. Finally, I had got there! After years of fantasy and longing, I had finally made it. I had the object of my desire under my hand.
Darryl looked up at me, a drunken smile on his face. "Well what are you waiting for? I've been waiting nearly two years for this. Let's see what you are made of!"