I want to limit my stories on this thread to actual "friends" that I sucked off, and not random "hookups". I was in my late thirties and Ricky was a straight kid in his early twenties, who worked in the warehouse that I managed at the time. He had long hair, and was a fan of heavy metal. He typically wore worn out blue jeans, with a white or colored shirt over the jeans, covering his crotch. He wasn't a muscle boy, but was strong, and he enjoyed unloading trucks in his effortless manner.
Ricky was attracted to a girl his age, named Carol, who was also working there. Carol lived with her boyfriend but was in an unhappy relationship, and she and Ricky began a clandestine affair. I was friends with her and she knew I was gay. I didn't openly discuss my sexuality with the young male employees, but I imagine that word did get out.
Carol brought Ricky home to her apartment near work during lunch one day, and later told me that she sucked his cock. She said that it was the biggest cock she ever sucked, and didn't think that he would be able to fuck her. Apparently the large shirts that he wore over his jeans was to hide his bulge. After she told me about sucking his big cock, that was all I could think of when I saw him at work, or when I laid in bed at night, fantasizing and jerking off.
Over the next few months, I became friends with Ricky outside of work, and he would call me at night sometimes to just talk. We had both lived in New York City, our entire lives, and never been to the Bronx Zoo. I was on vacation that week, and he took a day off and I picked him up at his house and we went to the zoo. Ricky always had a very clean soapy smell, and I can recall as he sat in my car, looking over at him and admiring his youthful body.
We had talked on the phone about girls and sex, and he obviously saw the way I looked at him at work, so I would have to say that we were both aware to some level of my attraction to his body. So his agreeing to spend the day with me was a definite sign to me that he might be interested in "experimenting". I had told him that I was gay, and he said that he was straight, but still wanted to be friends with me.
We had a wonderful day, walking around the zoo, later having dinner and going back to my apartment to watch television. We may have smoked some pot, I can't remember. While we were watching TV, Ricky sat on easy chair, with his legs up on the ottoman, without his sneakers, in his white socks. He looked hot. I sat on the couch next to him, and I don't know if any words were said, but the room was filled with sexual tension.
He was wearing a light blue shirt over his jeans and the shirt was moved up and I could see the outline of Ricky's cock on his right thigh pointing down. My heart was beating so loud that I thought he could hear it. We were watching the 11:00 rerun of Star Trek, and the room was very dark, illuminated only by the television screen. I moved closer and put my hand on his jeans covered thigh. The heat was incredible. He looked straight ahead at the tv, and I took that as a silent okay to move further.
My hand moved up, as I felt the soft denim of his jeans that I'd fantasized about touching all those nights masturbating, and now he was really here and I was touching his upper thigh, working my way toward his cock. I made contact and squeezed it. It was very big and not fully hard yet. I remember opening his buckle, as he wore no belt and pulling his jeans down to his knees and his white jockey shorts came down to the same point and his cock was now throbbing in the flickering light from the television, with the voices of Captain Kirk and his crew way in the background.
Ricky's cock was truly over eight inches and thick. I went down on him and tasted his meaty cock and smelled the same soapy clean smell I'd enjoyed in the car, but there was also the scent of his hard cock with a drop of precum on the end. His scent was masculine and sexual. I don't know how long I sucked on his big dick, but I loved the taste and smell. I can't recall how long I was sucking it, but it was so big that I needed a break to rest my mouth, but when I came off his cock, he said it was enough and got up to pull his pants back on. He said that I do it very well.
I tried to protest, but he smiled and readjusted his pants and stood up. He told me that he wants to see me now, and told me to undress. I was still in a daze and wanted his big cock back in my mouth so badly, and agreed to whatever he said. I got up and stripped naked, and he told me to lay on the floor, and to jerk off. I asked him to let me suck him some more while I did, but he took on an authoritarian attitude and smirked at me and said no. He stood there fully dressed, while I lay on the floor naked on my back. His cock was so much bigger than mine, and I felt like he was laughing at my 6" cock as I pounded away on the floor naked with him sort of laughing at me.
I shot my load and cleaned up and got dressed. He was never very talkative, but didn't seem freaked out by the experience. I drove him home, as we listened to tapes in the car, and didn't talk much. That was the only time I got to see his big cock, in the dark living room. He came back to hang out a few times, but always playfully smacked my hand away when I tried to touch him. We'd also talk on the phone at night, and he knew I was jerking off talking to him. it was never acknowledged, but he would talk about women and sex and I think he would jerk off too.
Whew that was along story, but it was hot to me, even if I didn't get to swallow a mouthful of his cum, it is still one of my favorite sexual encounters.
