I give straight friend help by way of first time male sex

*** This is a True story that happened many years ago now but was the start of something that continued for a few years but sadly has stopped now

My name is James, when I was in my late 20's I had my first male sexual encounter and really enjoyed it, eager for more. The one thing I really wanted was to have a guy bareback me but not willing to let just anybody have me.

Some time later I went to a bikers party, was more like a club get together than a wild bikers weekend and this is where mine and as you will read, my buddies desires come to life!

I had gone for the past few years with a long time buddy from high school, John, both of us always crashing in the same tent and splitting some of the costs, never being anything more than that.

Last year John got married to a sweet girl with an amazing body but John tells me she is very shy in the bedroom, generally doing no more than rubbing him through his boxers before letting him have his way in the missionary position. I felt sorry for him but felt I couldn't do much to help.

This year began like every other party except that because John had the day off before the party I decided to take the day off as well and get there early for a good camping spot before everyone else the next day.

As we arrived on our motorbikes, we both pointed to an ideal spot up the back. We rode in and parked our bikes, heading to the local bar for a quick bourbon before setting up the tent.

Once we finished our drinks, we grabbed a couple of can's to drink while setting up. We quickly put up the tent, rolling out our sleeping bags. It was only a small tent, our beds practically touching but being good buddies for so long and having done this many times over the years, it was no issue.

We kicked back, finished our drinks then went back to the bar. The bar was fairly quiet, being the day before the others were to arrive so we had the pool table to ourselves, drinking and chatting over many games.

As the drinks worked their magic, John began telling me how dissatisfied he was with his sex life, saying that his wife's body still drove him wild and his love for her had not faltered but wished she would do more! I asked what he most wanted her to do when he replied she had never given him a blow job and really wanted one! Telling me he had not had one since high school.

Feeling his pain and without realising, I suddenly found myself looking at his crotch, the thought of dropping to the floor right then and there, fulfilling his wish entering my mind. As I realised this I looked away, thinking that if I did it would ruin a long friendship.

Throughout the night the drinks kept flowing and thoughts kept coming back to me, scenarios coming to mind of how I could tell my STRAIGHT friend I was bi and would gladly help him with his wish. Over and over I kept thinking it would be a big disaster, telling myself it could never happen.

In high school we had both seen each other's cocks, many times watching the other fuck some girl in our apartment, on a couple of occasion's sharing a girl in a three way, so I was still able to imagine his cock in my mind. Now having experienced the bi world, I was thinking what I would do with him given the chance. His cock was slightly longer than mine, maybe 7" but not quite as thick. I would have to admit that his cock was what I considered perfect size. Not realising this until now.

With our drinks finished and the bar closing, we headed back to our tent which was a fair distance from the bar and no one else around. It was a warm night, both of us stripping to our boxers before laying on top of our sleeping bags.

I lay there, feeling extremely horny, having been thinking about how much I would enjoy pleasuring my buddy all night that my cock began to grow, pressing my boxers up. Luckily it was dark and John could not see it. I quietly slid my hand inside my shorts, rubbing my fingers up and down my shaft, flicking my thumb over my knob now covered in pre cum.

Thinking John would be asleep, I picked up the pace, rubbing myself vigorously. As I slowed for a moment, I thought I could hear John doing the same. I stopped completely, listening in the dark and sure enough I could hear his deep breathing and his hand moving under his boxers.

Quietly I whispered,' Sounds like you are as horny as I am!' I got a timid reply as if he had been busted by his mum as he said 'shit, I thought you were asleep.' I said a was wide awake, and horny as hell, adding that he should finish what he had started because I was going to!

We continued for some time in the dark, pleasuring ourselves when the urge got the better of me, feeling ready to let him know of my being bi. I swallowed a lump in my throat, turned to face John before quietly saying 'can I tell you something very private, something you can not tell anybody and if at any time you feel uncomfortable please tell me' he replied saying I could tell him anything, we had no secrets between us.

Feeling unsure, I summoned up the courage to tell him, I began by saying 'please don't think any less of me for this but it doesn't change who I am, I may be able to help you with your sexual desires, would you be willing to explore this?' I could feel him looking at me in the dark as he spoke softly 'oh I sure would but could never cheat on my wife with another woman' I asked him what if it wasn't with a woman? With a puzzled tone he asked 'you mean with a guy? I guess I have thought about it a few times, I reckon every guy does but wouldn't know how to go about it or even if I'd like it'

Now with the knowledge that he had thought about being with a guy at some point, I felt more relaxed to confide in him my male male encounter. I lifted my hand and rested it on his leg, just above his knee, I startled him slightly with my sudden touch but reassured him It would be ok. I told him that not long ago I had an urge to experience a mans touch, intimacy, love and sex, having chatted to a guy on-line, finally meeting him at his place after getting to know each other and getting comfortable with him through several emails.

The moon was now high in the sky and my eyes had adjusted to the dark tent, now making the outline of Johns hand still on what looked to be his rather confined hard cock, unable to see if he was stroking it.

Now knowing I had met up with a guy, I heard an eagerness in Johns' voice, asking me 'so you slept with a guy, what was it like?' I felt this was my chance to see if my thoughts could become reality, I slid my hand up his leg, moving up the outside of his shorts finally resting on his hand, still grasping his cock. He jumped a little but I reassured him saying 'if your willing to let me show you then you will know for yourself, what do you think?'

John slowly pulled his hand from his shorts, telling me how unsure he was, begging me to keep this a secret between us. I agreed totally, saying I keep my bi experiences to myself. With his new found openness, I felt i could continue moving my hand onto his cock. John breathed in deeply as my hand slid onto his covered cock, softly rubbing him, easing my fingers along his shaft, moving up and down his entire length, listening to his breathing becoming deeper and sharper.

With John now seemingly at ease having my hand moving on his cock and feeling he was enjoying my touch, I sat up and using my other hand, slid my fingers under the waist of his shorts, gently pulling at them. Silently, John reached down, pushed his shorts past his knees before kicking them off. With his cock now free, I surrounded it with my hand, squeezing it gently, pressing my thumb against the eye of his cock, I felt some pre cum, working it around his knob.

John had started to moan softly, occasionally letting out a slight groan as I worked my hand down his cock, pushing against his groin. Listening to his pleasure, I asked if it felt good, to which I got the muffled answer 'oh fuck yeah, it feels amazing!' I momentarily switched hands to lube my hand with spit before switching back. With my hand now somewhat lubed, I let my hand glide down his cock. John let out a loud moan saying ' damn, that is awesome, I can't believe how good a guys hand feels and how much I enjoy it!' I agreed saying, 'Its a feeling like no other, something so different from a woman's but so good!'

I continued stroking John up and down for some time, listening to his moans and groan's of pleasure until I decided I had enough of feeling him slide in my hand, I wanted to taste him, to finally feel his cock that I had seen so many times, in my mouth. Without stopping, I moved my face to his groin, holding his knob towards my eager mouth. As my hand slid down his length, I followed it with my lips, pressing his knob to me, forcing his cock between my lips. As I slowly eased his knob past my lips, I relished the sensation of his fat knob entering me. I continued down his shaft, moving my hand away, allowing his entire length to fill my mouth, his knob entering my throat as I pressed my lips to his base.

With John fully in my mouth, I felt him reach down and grab hold of my head as he let out a wild grunt, barely able to say 'fuck, fuck, fuck, that feels unbelievable, I've never had my cock taken fully!' I slowly pulled my lips up along his shaft, sucking him hard all the way to his knob. I then began slowly working my mouth up and down, pressing my lips to the base of his member then right to the tip. I picked up the pace, bobbing my head up and down his 7", listening to him panting, moaning and groaning for only a short time until I heard John struggle through his teeth, 'oh fuck, I'm going to cum, oh yeah, fuck, fuck, I'm ready to blow!' I lifted from his beautiful cock long enough to tell him, 'cum for me, I want to taste your load!' Before dropping back onto him. In only moments, I felt his shaft press up into me, his knob pushing a little deeper into my throat as I felt his shaft pulse with cum, over and over, John almost yelling, 'oh fuck yeah, I'm cumming, I'm cumming so hard, fuck yeah, don't stop, suck me dry!' I was almost unable to swallow it all, some leaking past my lips and down his shaft.

Once he shot as much cum as he could, I lifted my lips from him, licked up any escaped cum before sliding myself back down his shaft. I continued to gently work the last drops from his balls, holding him in my mouth until he softened. Once John's cock went limp, I let it fall from my mouth, swallowing any left over cum. I moved myself back up to my sleeping bag, resting my hand on John's soft cock as I asked him, ' so now you know, you can answer your earlier question and tell me how good a blow job from a guy is!' He replied with a sound of lust and satisfaction 'oh it was amazing, I always thought guys might be able to give a better blow job as they know what feels good and I was right!'

We both lay there, letting our bodies relax and our breathing to settle, my hand still resting on John's cock, talking of the nights pleasure's before drifting into a light sleep.

I awoke a couple of hours later, in desperate need of a piss, quietly exiting the tent to a nearby tree. After relieving myself, I was eager to have Johns cock enter me so discarded my boxers as I climbed back into the tent, in the moonlight I saw Johns soft cock resting on his upper leg, temptation willing me to wake him up with a warm mouth around his cock but deciding not to.