The blow job he gave me that night wasn’t the best I’ve ever had. I’ve had some real toe-curlers in my time, and Brian’s skills needed work. But what he lacked in technique he made up for with enthusiasm; he was like a kid with a new toy.
There were no preliminaries, no slow teasing to make me build slowly toward climax. That would come later, but for now he went straight for the prize, taking my whole cock in his mouth at once and then doing the up-and-down thing until I was on the brink of coming.
Since I’d let him come in my mouth I had no reservations about coming in his. When I felt my balls contracting and my cock swelling I put my hands on either side of his head and just let it go.
I came so hard I sat up in bed. Brian moved with me, and didn’t seem at all fazed as I pumped wad after wad of semen straight into his throat. He swallowed eagerly, and when I finally stopped thrusting kept sucking until he had milked me absolutely dry.
Finally he let go of my cock and sat up.
Our eyes met.
“How about that?” I asked. “Was that gay?”
“Just a couple of bros helping each other out,” he said, and we both laughed.