Blowjob for my Straight Bud

by Val CockSlut

21 Mar 2019 9490 readers Score 8.6 (95 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


As I mentioned in another story [That Business Man: My First Blow Job], back in 1972, when I was 18, I had a buddy, Eddie, who I wrestled around with now and then; sometimes in jockstraps, sometimes naked.  We'd known each other for a couple years and had wrestled for most of that time.  Eddie was 6 foot, a few inches taller than me, and a good 30 pounds heavier [but stocky rather than buffed], so he more often than not won.  He had a round, boyish face and almost platinum blonde hair, cut short.  His body hair was short and sparse, and he was hung a bit above average, close to seven and a half inches [we measured once when we were fixating on size] with heavy balls.  Our wrestling was for the most part just Greco-Roman struggling, with the occasional limp flesh toy or full hard-on pressing against belly or buttocks or teasingly close to lips or cheeks.  

Only once did it start to go further, when Eddie pinned me, legs on arms, and refused to let me up until I kissed his hard cock.  That happened one night a couple months past, when his divorced dad was on a business trip.  With the house ours, we'd sampled his dad’s scotch and were mildly drunk when we retired.  We started wrestling in jock straps and shortly progressed to full naked.  He eventually pinned me, and his hard-on took over.   If we hadn’t been drunk, it probably wouldn’t have happened.  Eddie was straight and involved.  At any rate, he told me that next time he'd demand a blowjob, but by the next time he'd forgotten that or backed away from it.  

He hadn't done either.  He just needed the right circumstances to remind him.

The right circumstances showed their heads a little over a month after I’d received my first ever fucking [basically spit-roasted in a department store dressing room, Blowjob in the (Un)Dressing Room 2].  

Friday night and Eddie's dad had a business function that was going to keep him late.  So, I told my folks Eddie and I were hitting a double feature and I'd stay over at his house.   The “features" we were actually seeing were some of our 8mm and super-8mm hardcore loops.  The refreshments were popcorn and Johnny Walker Red, a bottle of which Eddie's father had given him for his 18th birthday, with the caveat that it was only for use at home.

We had a pizza dinner and played some Risk till around nine, then we retired to Eddie’s basement room with popcorn.  While he broke out his projector and threaded up the hardcore, I poured the first two Johnny Walker and Cokes.

Sometime after eleven we’d gone through nine or ten loops and were each working on our second drink [we were drunk but not by any means sloshed].  We started wrestling [wrassling, as Eddie called it] and once we'd started, it didn't take long before we were stripped to jockstraps and ready to get down to the serious stuff.  Basically, we always started just goofing, then got down to a match [or two or three] where we were seriously trying to pin one another.  We never worried about his dad catching us because of the basement room.  A person had to open the door and descend half a dozen squeaky stairs before they had a chance of seeing us.  Plenty of time to stop.

So about three minutes into the first match, Eddie pinned me, face to face, our jock covered equipment rubbing together, side by side.  I managed to get out of it, and both of use were sporting hard-ons when I did: his partial and mine full bore.  A minute or two later he pinned me again, knees on arms, and I found myself staring at his bulging jockstrap, his erection throbbing against it.

"Lick my jock and I'll let you up."

We went back and forth a little, me playing unwilling but relenting quickly and licking his pouch, primarily his balls and a bit of his cock.  He swatted my head lightly, “You can do better than that.  Lick my whole pouch, Gilligan."  {No, I did not resemble Bob Denver; Eddie had just taken to calling me that occasionally. He also called me Festus and Bucky sometimes.  Hmm…always second fiddle.]

So, I licked his jock pouch again, his balls and his pulsing cock this time, and he took a second, thinking and smiling, then let me up.

Eddie poured two shots and we drank, and he said, "round two” and took off his jock, pushing it down a little then letting it drop, and his cock, freed, sprang up.  I took my jock off, freeing my own stiff dick and Eddie smiled and finished his shot and we got down to it.  It took barely four minutes before he pinned me, belly down, his semi-limp cock pressed against my ass, between my ass cheeks, his heavy balls laying between my legs.  He squirmed and his cock stiffened a bit more.   I managed to get out of it [more slowly than I might have; so, sue me 8-)] and when I rolled over his cock brushed mine, which was still full-hard.  I nearly pinned him a minute later, he got out and he pinned me a couple of minutes after, knees on arms.

He looked down at me, smiling; moved forward a little, “Lick my balls," he held his cock up, "and I might let you up."

“Might?"  I hesitated, drawing it out, then licked his balls a little, "Okay?"  I wanted to suck them into my mouth.

"Nope.  Lick my prick, all the way up and kiss it, Festus."  His cock started to stiffen, "Like you mean it, and I'll let you up."

I licked his balls a little, then licked slowly up his hardening shaft.  It wasn't exactly "like I meant it", but I put a little something into it, kept it slow and just a little sensuous, and kissed the head.

"Almost thought you liked it, Festus.  Okay."  He got up and poured two more shots, smiling.  "Did you?"

I took my drink, "I liked the part where you got off me, Marshall."  I drank, "Did you like it?"

"Try it on Mister Haney, I bet money he’d pass you.”  He drank his shot, "One more."  Smiling, "I'll give you a chance this time."

He did drag it out a little the third time and he seemed to be purposefully rubbing his hard cock against me, against my belly, my face, my cock and my ass.  Still it ended with his pinning me, his cock rock-hard and staring me in the face.

"Hmm, what now, Festus?"  He fondled his balls, smiling, and stroked his cock.  "What...now?"

"I'll kiss it--"

"I think," Eddie moved forward a little, "I think you want to suck the Marshal’s dick."

"Let me just kiss it.  Or suck your balls." The laddie doth protest too much, I know, but I didn't want him to know that yes, I did want his cock in my mouth.

Eddie waggled his cock and leaned forward, "Suck it.  Blow me good and I'll let you up."  he stroked his cock again and rubbed it against my chin, smiling.  He’d been waiting for this, and drinking toward it, all night.  And I'd been anticipating and hoping for it.  I told him "Okay" and he asked if I wanted another shot first.  I didn't need it but said yes anyway.

After I sipped half of it, he finished it and we settled back into our positions, I raised my head and opened my mouth and he pressed his cock head between my lips.  I ran my tongue around it, into his cumhole and around again and sucked at the soft, pink flesh.  My own cock throbbed at the feel of that wonderful intrusion in my mouth and at the thought of getting caught or of being spied on.  Still I kept it simple, novice level, and let him do the leading.

When he’d fed me about half of it, Eddie started pumping it to and fro, slowly.  I kept sucking at it and licking the shaft, happy as ever at the feel and taste of cock filling my wet mouth.  I kept my gaze on his belly so it wouldn't be apparent how much I was enjoying it

He withdrew and, stroking slowly, moved forward, "Suck my balls."  I did, clumsily, and he stopped me after a few seconds and poked his cock back into my mouth, "Suck it hard....do it."

I did it, moving my head along his gorgeous cock; licking and sucking, slowing for the first trickle of precum.  He began pumping my mouth at that, bracing his arms beside me, groaning softly.  I glanced up and he was looking at the ceiling, whispering "Yeah....fuck, yeah."  This wasn’t going to last.  His biceps and pecs tightened; his prick seemed to expand even more, filling my mouth.  Eddie lowered his head, closed his eyes, “Suck that cock…fucking good…aah…oh god yeah fuck…”

The muscles in his thighs flexed and he let out a soft "Oh FUCKER, YEAH!' as a thick burst of cum exploded into my mouth.  I swallowed the warm jizz and he pulled back, almost out, and another shot filled me, then three more in rapid succession.

After a moment he got off me, grabbed tissues and sat beside me.  He gave me a few and told me, smiling, to spit it out, that he wouldn’t mind.  I'd swallowed some already but dutifully spit the rest out.  Still playing the straight first-timer.

He didn’t offer to return the favor or even jerk me off [nor did I expect him to].  We did shower, separately, and fell asleep watching a late movie.  We never discussed it when we were sober, but we did do it again, quite a few times.

And his dad gave me a ride home the next day.

A ride that held its own surprises for me.

by Val CockSlut

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