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“No, I am not.”
“Neither am I Dave. I just love to suck cock. Always have. You never had any problems with it when we were younger.”
“It’s diff…”
“How is it different Dave? Tell me. We used to suck each other’s dick in here for hours. Just because now you get an orgasm, it’s suddenly no longer OK to enjoy it?”
He looked at me.
“You did enjoy it, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did, what did you think.”

“Well”, I said and approached him. “Then as far as I’m concerned, nothing’s changed except that it’s your turn.”
I opened my pants, pulled my cock out and held it in front of his face.
I knew I was right. He took it immediately and started sucking me like his life depended on it.
“Missed it, didn’t you?”
In response he peeled my pants further down over my knees without relinquishing his oral adoration of my cock. He was a little frenzied – scraped me with his teeth a bit – but I let him indulge without interfering. It did feel heavenly, this being the first time I got a real blowjob. And I assumed it was his first time giving, too. He was right of course, it was different. We weren’t little boys anymore. We were becoming men. This had stopped being innocent play. It was sex now, pure and simple.
He grabbed my buttocks and pulled me closer, shoving most of my cock in his mouth. My pecker wasn’t quite as long and thick as his, but it was no longer the boy wee-wee he had sucked the last time. He strained to take all of me, his nose nearly touching my belly, but started choking and had to retreat. He pumped his fist over my blood-filled boner and looked up at me.