My Only Gay Experience

This was about 17 years ago. I was working at a small hardware store and one of my coworkers was a very flamboyantly gay guy about my age. We had a good working relationship and I enjoyed working with him since he was usually hilarious with the things he said and did. The store closed early on Saturdays, and one hot Saturday afternoon I went back to his apartment with him to smoke a joint. This was something we had never done before. We began talking about the girl I was fucking at the time, and how things weren’t going too well with her. That’s when he offered to give me a blow job. I don’t know if it was the weed or not haven’t gotten laid in a few weeks, or both, but I hardly had to think about it. We had both been sitting on his living room sofa, so I just dropped my pants to the floor. He said he wanted to get more comfortable too, so he got completely naked. His dick was huge and he already had a full hard on. I was getting a little nervous that he may be expecting full on sex as he kneeled down in front of me. I wasn’t hard yet, so he started by sucking my balls and gently pulling on my limp dick. It was a very hot day, and I had spent most of it outside operating the forklift, but he seemed to really enjoy my sweaty balls anyway. His mouth felt really good, and as my dick began to get stiff, he began to stroke it while continuing to mouth my nuts. As soon as I was rock hard, he took my dick into his mouth, holding my hips and vigorously, bobbed his head up and down in my lap for two or three minutes until I blew a massive load. Even though I warned him I was about to cum, he never stopped, and swallowed it all, then milked the shaft with his fingers to get the last drop which he then licked from the tip of the head. I told him that was some damn good dick sucking, and he told me I had some damn good dick. He rejoined me on the sofa, and we just sat there with dicks and balls hanging out. I was still amazed by the size of his. He was still hard and the head of his cock rested just under his chest. He noticed my meat gazing and said I could touch it if I wanted to. I declined, but told him he must have obliterated quite a few assholes with that thing. He laughed and said “a few”. I left a little while later and we never did it again, but continued to be good work friends. Our next day at work, which was Monday, I asked him what he did after I left since he still had a raging hard on, and I never touched him. He said he called his neighbor over and fucked his guts out. I just laughed and said I was sorry I asked.

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