I had just come out to my friends, and I was over the moon that I was accepted totally by them. The mick taking and the silly abuse we always gave each other continued as before, but now they had some other amunition. I didn't care. I was no longer carrying the world on my shoulders.

We had all left university a while before and I had wasted time all the way through those 4 years coming to terms with my sexuality. Everyone had been completely surprised after we left that it had been me that was gay - everyone expected Jeff - the maths wizz - was the closet homo. The never expected the big chubby guy with a goatee to come out. They all thought gay men were small, petite and effeminate.

My friend John had been the first to get himself a house after leaving and it was decided we'd all meet there for a full week of drinking and fun. I was looking forward to meeting up with my friends but I had no idea of what was to come.

I arrived at the house and all my friends were there except one. Simon was late, as usual. He lived in Scotland now and had had a long way to travel. We were all a little drunk by the time he arrived – but when he did I almost choked. He had brought with him his new colleague from his job, Barry – and Barry was a big, chubby rugby type guy. I had to stop myself from staring at him when he walked through the door. He was hot. I could tell that he was straight by the way he looked, which was a shame because he was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

The party went great, we had a great time and everyone got extremely drunk. I spent the evening catching quick glimpses at Barry's huge, hairy arms, his belly, his legs and especially his crotch, which was certainly not tiny. I decided I would prevent myself from making a fool of myself with him by going to bed first.

I awoke in the early hours still drunk, and I was hoping that I wasn't going to have too much of a hangover. I needed a glass of water so I got up out of bed and stumbled about the bedroom I was in, walking towards the kitchen. I looked over at the other bed in the room and stopped dead in my tracks. Barry.

He was snoring softly but I could tell he was deep in sleep. I peered through the darkness and willed my eyes to get used to the gloom so I could take in as much of his body as possible. His blanket was only covering his waist and the rest of him was bare. I looked at his manly frame, my heart beating so loud I was sure he would hear it and wake up. I looked closer and I could see that he was totally naked beneath his blanket. My cock twitched in my pants, and instinctively I rubbed my erection. This was intense.

Whether it was the booze or me, I don't know – I reached forward with my hand and tried to slip the blanket off so I could see his cock and balls. Slowly, gently, I pulled his blanket over his thick waist until it uncovered his cock, then his balls. My heart was seriously bursting in my chest as I looked at his fantastic equipment. He had a fat cock and some really juicy looking balls. I rubbed my cock in my shorts looking at them, but I knew that looking wasn't enough.

I knelt down beside his bed and carefully extended my hand towards his balls. He snorted in his sleep and I almost had a fit, but within seconds he was fast asleep again. I extended my hand again, and my fingertip brushed gently against the soft hairs on his balls. I stroked these gently, then touched his balls. They were so warm and soft. I massaged them gently, from time to time catching quick glimpses towards his face to see if he was awake.

I decided that his balls had had enough attention. With a fingertip I traced my way from the base of his balls up to his cock, then I ran it along the thick bulge on the underside. He was still soft but his cock was very fat. After what seemed like an age I reached the end of his foreskin. I tickled my finger around the hole it formed around the end. Barry moaned softly and I paused for a second or two.

I had to move this along, so I gripped his cock in my fist and started to slowly wank him, drawing his skin back and forth, exposing his fat, shiny head with each stroke. Within seconds he was as hard as steel. I took a second to look at this immensely thick cock in my hand. It was so empowering to have this fat meat at my fingertips. I wanted to get better acquainted.

I knelt forwards and directed his cock towards my mouth. I licked with the tip of my tongue around his head, delighted that there was a bead of precum coming out of his hole. I lapped it up and then pushed his foreskin forward over my tongue. I licked around his head and over the skin for an age. Barry moaned again softly in his sleep and I stopped. When I was sure he wasn't on the point of waking up I slipped his cock into my mouth and began to suck him gently, massaging his skin over the ridge of his glans as I went. It tasted amazing and I was loving every second of this meat in my mouth. He moaned again but now I didn't care. I was milking this huge fat cock now, and I could tell he was loving it. I wondered what he was dreaming. As I was sucking his cock, I lost all pretense of not trying to wake him and with my other hand I rubbed it over his furry belly.

I kept at a steady pace for a long time, stopping occaisonally to lick his balls or lap up the precum that he was making by the bucket load. I decided that my luck was going to run out sooner or later, so I had to finish this off. I removed his cock from my mouth and began to pump his cock faster and faster. Barry moaned softly as I took him closer and closer to coming.

After a long time, he made a weird noise in his sleep and then I could feel hot splashes against my hand as he came. Again and again I could feel the bulging underside of his cock thicken and relax as he came in big spurts. It dribbled over my knuckles and collected in a pool at the base of his cock where it met his balls.

I gently removed my hand from his rapidly softening dick and looked at my handiwork. There was come everywhere, I could see the wetness reflecting what little light was streaming in through the curtains. My hand was a little wet and I decided I had to try it so I licked off his warm milk from my fingers. It tasted so thick and salty.

I suddenly snapped back into focus when I remembered why I had woken up. I went to leave the room when a voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Thanks for that."

I spun around horrified. He'd been awake all the time! I didn't know what to say! All I managed to blurt out was "Shit, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

"It's ok," he interrupted. "That was amazing. Felt great." He stretched and rubbed some of his come into his furry belly.

I was surprised that he wasn't bursting out of bed to beat me to a pulp. "My pleasure."

"Don't go telling anyone about this, ok?" he said, sitting up in bed.

"Of course," I said without hesitation. "But, I thought you were straight."

"Oh I am," he said, putting his arms behind his head.

"But..." I said, puzzled.

"Well when you stroked my belly you woke me up," he said. "But you were doing such a good job I didn't want you to stop. Actually, I think that was the best blow job I ever had."

I sighed and relaxed. "It was my first."

"You're kidding." he said. "Well I suppose what they say is true, who better to pleasure a man than other man."

I didn't know what to say. I was still in awe. "Um... I'm going to get a glass of water. You want some?"

"Yes please, and some tissue too. Your efforts have left me a bit messy."

I returned as quickly as possible from the kitchen. When I returned to the room he asked me to turn the light on. Seeing him naked and covered in come in full light was so arousing. My cock twitched once again. I passed him a glass of water and some tissue and he cleaned himself up. I took in every movement of his stocky frame.

I sat back on my bed and we chatted for a long time about me being gay, cocks, sex and all manner of erotic things. My cock was throbbing and leaking precum. He told me about how he liked to fuck girls and his fantasies. I listened intently to everything.

"So, we've got a whole week together in this room." he said to me.

"Yep, I suppose so. John didn't realise I fancied big guys like you when he planned the sleeping arrangements." I sighed. "I suppose you want to sleep somewhere else."

"No, not really, mate." he smiled. "This week's going to be fun but it's a sausage fest. Not a girl in sight. You're the only chance I have for some pleasuring... if you wouldn't mind repeating the performance."

I choked. Was he kidding? "Oh fuck yes I'd love that."

He chuckled. "Thought you might. My mate Sam is gay, nothing he likes better than seducing a straight guy."

I couldn't believe my luck! A full week of this hunk to pleasure. "Well it is a big turn on."

He lay back against his headboard and closed his eyes. "Well, I'm knackered. I'm going to get some sleep. Let's have a repeat tonight eh?"

"Are you fucking kidding?" I laughed. "Anything you want."

To be continued..............