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It was a hot, lonely summer evening. My wife was away on a girlfriend's trip. I was out of town myself, spending the weekend at my parent's house. They were away on vacation and I was 'house-sitting' for them. With nothing better to do, I headed out to the local bar. It had been twenty years since I'd been to the place. I used to hang out there with my friends during our college years, as usual, trying to pick up women. I was enjoying a beer, laughing to myself realizing the pictures on the wall hadn't changed in all these years. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.It was an old friend Billy. He and I had spent plenty of nights at this place in our youth. Billy and I had met in elementary school but we got much closer during our high school days. Billy and I grew up as typical curious, mischievous kids. During the summer of our last year of high school we were a couple of horny eighteen year olds. The curious hormones of a teenager led us to discovering sex- with each other. We spent that year exploring our bodies, having mutual masturbation sessions and eventually learning the enjoyment of receiving (and giving) a good blow job. Although I remember reluctance about having sex with a guy, looking back, I really enjoyed learning about sex in the comfort of a good friend.Billy was in town visiting his family. This night he admitted he needed a break from them. Just like me, he decided to check out the old bar scene. He looked good. He had remained isvecbahis physical fit, was tan and had a closely cropped haircut and beard. He mentioned that the years had been pretty good to me too. Billy had moved south after college. We rarely saw each other over the years. When we did see each other, we sometimes joked about our sexual past but never came close to ever acting on it again. We continued to enjoy a few beers, catching up on our lives and what we'd been up to. It was the same old typical stuff about wives, family, and jobs. It was getting late and we were both feeling a good buzz from the beer. I suggested he may just want to crash at my parent's place since I was there alone, and it wasn't too far from the bar. He agreed and we headed out. We stretched out in the back room, turned on the television and had a couple of more beers. We were reminiscing about some of our old classmates when the TV caught our eye. One of those cheesy soft porn movies was playing. They never show anything hard core but there are always plenty of nudity and sex scenes. Our conversation ceased as we watched on a girl going down on a guy in car while he was driving. It was pretty hot scene for such a bad movie.The movie sex scene started a conversation about our crazy high school history including an event like the movie, when Billy once went down on me while I was driving. We enjoyed some memories of our sexual past including how we turned almost any situation isveçbahis giriş sexual and we eventually, gradually ended up pleasing one another. We laughed about some of our classics events. Like the time his older sister almost caught us fooling around, or how we found an empty open apartment near his house to use as our sex den., or how many times we had been together during sleepovers in the very same room we were currently sitting in. All this sex talk was kind of making me horny so I tried to ignore it. I quickly excused myself to go to the bathroom.After finishing in the bathroom, I casually walked back towards the family room. What I saw stopped me in my tracks. Billy was transfixed on the movie, jeans open, leaning on the edge of the sofa, masturbating. I instantly remembered the first time I'd seen him do that. It was late one evening at the swim club and I had watched Billy stroking his hard cock, pleasuring himself in the shower. Soon after that night we started jerking off together. It was our first sexual experience back then and silently watching him now was making me as horny as an eighteen year old all over again. I couldn?t help opening my jeans and start to pull on my own hardening prick. I stood silently in the doorway jerking off, staring at the cock I had sucked so many years ago. My memories became even more vivid the longer he worked over his dick. I recalled that Billy's cock was a decent size and width and just slightly isveçbahis yeni giriş curved. He looked up and caught me watching. We stared at each other for a moment until I broke the silence.*quot;I remember watching you jerk off at the swim club.*quot; *quot;I remember that too,*quot; he said.We stayed across the room from each other, working our dicks over, smiling that we found ourselves in the same situation that we had been in years ago. Our excitement was starting to grow. We did not speak, only transfixed on what we were doing.Then Billy motioned for me to come over to him. I hesitated, unsure if I should obey. He was usually the first to make a move when we were younger and tonight was no different. As if in a trance, I slowly walked over in front of him, jeans open, my now throbbing dick sticking straight out. He wrapped his hand around my shaft and pulled me closer to him then started stroking my cock for me. His touch sent a shiver through my body. I stood in stunned silence trying to comprehend that the only man ever to touch my cock was pleasuring me again, twenty years later. His breathing quickened and I could feel his warm breath on the shaft.*quot;Your cock is just as thick and hard as I remember,*quot; he whispered.*quot;Uh-huh,*quot; was all I could muster.My jeans fell to the floor as I reached out and steadied myself by putting my hands on his shoulders. Billy used his other hand to start cradling my balls. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. He looked up at me and whispered again.*quot;Do you remember this?*quot; he asked.At that moment, Billy slid my cock into his warm, wet mouth. The memory of how great his blow jobs were came flooding back to me. My knees almost buckled from the pleasure.