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Tall, dark and had great hair. That was Karl. He was quite popular and the girls seemed to like him as he was never seen without one on his arm. I don't really know how we became mates, it just seemed that we fell into seeing each other at break and lunch time in the same places I suppose. We were in our final year of our degree and it was still the time where being out was not a thing yet, so most conversations centred around who was going out with who and pretending to care (well, for me anyway).Karl would chat on about girls and we'd talk about music and trends and so I figured it was OK to ask if he wanted to come out with me and my friends (we lived in different parts of the city, quite far from each other). It would run late, so I figured that he could stay over, just for convenience. He had yet to get his licence anyway.... So, that night we went out and had a great time with my friends and Karl seemed to get along with them. A bit drunk, we took a taxi home to mine. I'd set up a stretcher style bed next to mine in my room (still living with the folks, but they stayed down their 'end' of the house) and we stripped off to our underwear to sleep. Karl kept his back to me the whole time he was slipping off his clothes and I only got the briefest glimpse of his bulge as he made his way over to his bed and quickly slipped in.
We were talking about the evening and Karl mentioned some of the girls he had met there and we were chatting before I heard a 'thwack' of skin on skin. Karl gave a chuckle and I knew exactly what was going on - he had a stiff cock and was picking it up and letting it slap back against his abs. He was telling me about which girl he'd most likely like to get naked and things started to get quite graphic. Playing it straight, I joined in, but more asking questions like 'what would you do with her boobs?' or 'Do you think she'd be shaved or a full bush?' Each time, we'd thwack our cocks against our bellies and laugh about it, doing it multiple times while we were talking. I leant over and turned on a small lamp and angled it towards the ground so it just emitted a dull glow - enough to see each other, but more like shadow and twilight. We talked more and things started to stray into making up a story with sex in it, each of us taking turns to tell a bit of the story to the other while he stroked. Every so often, Karl would readjust his blanket (which really wasn't necessary as it was quite a warm night) and I was quite sure that at one point, he lifted the side to 'pull' it a bit more over him but actually flashed me his hard cock - the light was so dull I could have been wrong. It was my turn to tell the story and as I spoke, pulled my underware up and got out of bed, reached over him and slid open the window, pausing slightly in my story telling to say that it was rather warm in the room. I looked down on Karl and he had tented up the blankets around his cock and looked me straight in the eye and just said, 'this is me'. I looked down at his tented blanket and laughed, saying 'liar' before scrambling back into my own bed. 'No, no, really, this is me', he protested and said, 'mine is two fists and then the head long. What are you?' Figuring this was just banter, I said the same with a bit more at the top. Karl rolled on his side and looked at me (with one leg poking out and the blanket only just covering his upper thigh) and said, 'now who's the liar?' and laughed before rolling on his back and tenting up the blanket again. Fuck it, I thought, and threw the blanket off and kicked off my underwear before swinging my legs over the side of the bed so my cock and balls were literally at eye level with Karl. 'See for yourself', I said and leant back a bit so he could see the whole package. 'Damn', was the only thing I heard Karl say. (I was starting to panic in case I'd misread the situation and he wanted to leave there and then) 'Well', Karl said after a few tense moments of what I figure was him looking at my cock and ball sack, 'that's you and this (flicking off his own blanket) is me'. Karl similarly sat with his legs over the side of the bed and knees either side of my own. He also leaned back a bit. Man - he had a nice cock. Mine was a thick 7 and uncut while his was around the same but cut. He had a nice thatch of black pubes and a large purpleish head on the end, slightly oozing precum on his abs. His ball sack was darker than the rest of him, more like his nipples. Mmmmm.... I had always wondered about that, why he had dark nipples. Mine were more pink and someone had described them as 'dollar nipples' once as they're a bit bigger than the average Jo, while Karl's were more bee stings but alluring all the same. It was a bit of a stand off - neither of us wanted to make the first move and we both just lay back on our elbows checking out the other's cock for a bit.
I figured that we'd come this far and wasn't turning back now. I'd had this guy in my sights for years now and finally, I not only had him naked, but hard as well. I leant forward and said 'oh look, your cock is leaking' before gently taking the tip of his cock in my hand and wiping the precum around the piss slit. I didn't have the nerve to look Karl in the eye at this stage in case he objected to the action but I had needn't have worried. Karl put his hand over mine and while, for a moment, I thought that he was going to remove it, actually guided it down to his ball sack. 'Just keep moving them around', he said as he took his cock in his own hand. I was in heaven. I was in. I was about to have a sexual moment with this guy. Karl started stroking his cock and I was fondling his ball sack. My own hand strayed to my cock and I too started stroking before getting down on my knees to get my face as close as I could to his man junk. He didn't seem to mind and I leaned in and took a long sniff of his scent. Again, he didn't object, so I kissed his inner thigh. Nothing then, so I worked my way down to just next to his ball sack and he opened his legs a little wider. I didn't need any more of an invitation than that and started lapping and sucking his balls. Karl let out a slight moan and lay back on the bed, stroking his cock. His balls were smooth and big enough that I could only fit one at a time inside my mouth. I spent quality time washing each one of them before moving onto the other. All this time, my own cock was rock hard and the precum had filled the inside of my foreskin and now, was starting to leak out, dripping in long threads onto the floor. With one hand, I stroked my own hardness while with the other, guided each of Karl's balls in and out of my mouth, or grabbing the sack and gently giving it a tug while he stroked and writhed on the bed in front of me.
Having thoroughly cleaned his sack, I put my hands behind both his knees and slowly slid him towards me. Karl didn't object, so I made my way, kissing every part of his body and making my way up his other inner thigh to the base of his cock and reached out to grab its girth. Karl withdrew his own hand and lay on the bed, moaning. I slid my own hand up and down the length of his shaft and moved my body closer. What a maginificent cock. It wasn't the thickest cock I'd had but it was hard as a rock and oozing precum by the bucketload, gushing over the head like a slow fountain. I dipped the tip of my tongue in the sticky mess and it tasted sweet and salty all at the same time. I used my thumb to massage the delightful gizz all around the swelling head, much to the delight of Karl who now had raised his body up on his elbows to watch what I was doing. Locking eyes with him, I slowly lowered my mouth over his bulbous cock head and took it into my mouth. Karl licked his lips and reached out to touch the top of my head. 'Yeah, Guy, suck my cock. Oh fuck yeah - lick that cock head', he crooned as I washed every last drop of pre cum from his piss slit. Every so slowly, I slid his cock into my mouth, taking each inch into my greedy mouth. I withdrew each time and washed the head before sliding more of his stiff manhood towards the back of my throat. Karl was whispering words of delight and encouragement and taking dirty about loving fucking my face. I was so turned on, my own hand was busy stroking my own cock beneath the bed, edging and stopping before bringing myself back to that sweet spot where shivers move down your spine, but not cumming just yet. I paused my own stroking for a moment and reached up to cup Karl's ball sack in my other hand, giving them a sligh tug and gentle squeeze. This seemed to heighten the experience for Karl as he threw his head back in a soft howl and panted, 'of you keep doing that, I am going to cum'. No sooner said, then it was a challenge for me. I kept the pressure on his balls and resumed sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. Faster and faster I sucked his stiff pole while lightly tugging on his ball sack. Kar's breathing quickened and his hand on my head alterted me to the fact that he was edging. I was going nowhere. I felt his balls tighten in my grip yet I kept pressure on them - nothing too much, but just on the edge of pleasure and pain. Karl's hips started bucking, taking control of my head and his thrusts into my mouth. I had to relinquish control of his sack as now, it was slapping my chin and I was enjoying every moment of it. Locking eyes with him, Karl kept repeating 'yeah, yeah, suck my cock.... fuck yeah' as he pounded my face before thrusting the full length into my throat and exploding this huge load with a gutteral growl. His sweaty body contorted and he made a few half hearted thrusts with his cock while shot after shot of cum flooded my throat and mouth. It was so much that it started leaking out of the corner of my mouth and I was swallowing load after load, but there was still more. Karl was breathless and gentle again, and slowly slid his cock out of my mouth. Greedily, I grasped it and would not let the head of his cock leave my willing mouth, but looked up at him and, with a mouthful of cock head, said 'my turn'. While I sucked the last drops of cum from his fat cock head, I rose up on my knees and stroked my own rock hard monster - slick foreskin full of pre sliding like a piston back and forth over the length of my pole. Karl took my chin in my hands and lifted my head up before slowly sliding his cock deep into my mouth once more and with that, and a huge groan, I unloaded blast after blast of cum from my own cock - most of which landed on Karl's legs and blanket which, by now was mostly on the floor. My sticky splurge was everywhere and I was panting hard, falling back to sit on my heals and letting Karl's cock drop back onto the bed. We were both exhausted. Out of breath and extremely satisfied, but exhausted. After taking a moment to collect ourselves, we took stock of the cum stained floor and blanket and with a smirk, I looked at Karl and said, 'well, I guess I better get you another one', before tugging on some underwear, opening my bedroom door and struggling to tuck a semi hard cock in while wadering down the corridor to the store cupboard to find another blanket. Not without a massive smile on my face.
This is a real life recollection and Karl and I (the next day) went swimming. He wore swimming shorts that were candy striped with white and red. He didn't wear any underwear and his cock was clearly visable through the white stripes when his trunks were wet. More to come!
If you want to share some similar recollections with me (and share more 'lads will be lads' stories from my youth), email me feastbuddy@yahoo.com - I will answer!