Myself and a mate of mine worked closely together, sometimes isolated from any social life. He knew I was bi, and messing around, suggested I should suck him off. He pulled his semi stiff cock out and showed me, I dropped to my knees, admiringly looking at his lovely uncircumcised penis. I reached for it and started to stroke it. He rapidly got hard as his foreskin rolled back and forth over his glans. I saw a pearl of precum in the eye of his cock, I leaned and kissed it, spreading his precum over my lips. He moaned, and realised that I was seriously going to give him head. I took him in my mouth and sucked and stroked him rhythmically. I could hear his moans of pleasure, so I increased my speed and suction. He put his hands on my head and pulled me further onto his big cock, his balls knocking onto my chin. With a loud exclamation, his hot cum shot into my mouth. I continued to suck him as his cock pulsed. He pulled away as I swallowed the last drops of his cum. After that there was always a bit of sexual tension between us, and straight after work I'd give him a blowjob, savouring the manly smell of his balls. Then he hit me up for anal, which I was up for as it gives me a great deal of pleasure. We kept in touch for many years, and I caught up with him at his wedding. Some time after that I was visiting the town where him and his wife had settled. We had some beers as his wife prepared dinner. We went out into the garage to check out his older model Holden sedan. He sat behind the driving wheel and I sat on the cool cement floor as we chatted. I asked him how married life was. Good he said, though she doesn't give me head. He opened his legs and I could see up his shorts, his cock in plain sight as he wasn't wearing undies. I tentatively reach out and slid my hand into his shorts, stroking him. He sighed and sat on the edge of the drivers seat. I took him in my mouth and started sucking him hard, his stiff cock ploughing in and out of my lips. He came quick, thick wads of spunk shooting down my throat. Just as I had swallowed the last drops of his cum, his wife came out into the garage. She gave us an odd look, "What are you boys up too?" 

"Just talking about old times" I said. He and I shared a knowing look as she said "Dinner is ready."