I let him suck me off

I thought I'd share this experience from my teens, it's completely true (except names) and is my only real experience with a guy (apart from some adolescent, almost pre-pubescent games with a friend)

A distant cousin of mine had come to stay with us for a while due to family circumstances and during his stay we became good friends, although a few years older than me (I was nineteen at the time) we would often go out together with my group of mates and do the usual pub/club drinking type things.
As we had no spare rooms at our house so Mark slept on a camp bed in my small bedroom, his bed was right next to mine, though a little lower.
After one weekend night out we climbed into our beds and after a few minutes conversation we settled down to sleep, I was having trouble dropping off and became aware that Mark was also fidgety, I soon realised he was stroking his cock and lay awake listening as his breathing quickened.
A few more minutes passed and I then became aware of Marks hand slipping under my duvet, I sensed him turn in his bed and his fingers touched my thigh.
I lay motionless, pretending to be asleep while his hand stroked my thigh then moved up to my stomach, I almost gasped when he reached the edge of my pubic hair but held back as I didn't want to admit I was awake and stop him.
I was totally conflicted, I didn't want to admit I was just letting a guy touch me, after all I definitely wasn't gay (this was the 1970’s) but equally I definitely didn't want him to stop!
He slowly stroked my stiffening cock while I continued to lie motionless, my breathing almost a tremble with the excitement, it didn't take long for his gentle wanking to get results and I filled his hand with my creamy load. Still I didn't move or admit I was even awake, simply groaned and turned on my side.
Mark lay back in his bed and I listened as he masterbated to climax before we both went to sleep

The following morning neither of us spoke of last nights events and both acted as nothing at all had happened.
Our days continued as usual until the next weekend when events followed a similar course. Mark again reached in to “take advantage of me” after all he was 5 years older and had served in the army. This time after a few minutes I stopped pretending I was asleep (he must surely have known anyway) and pushed down the covers to allow him easier access, again he wanked me to completion before taking care of himself.

This pattern continued for several weeks, him wanking me off and me remaining completely passive until eventually I could hold back no longer.
One night as he started to stroke me hard I reached across and pushed his bedclothes down so that I could see his erection in the dim light, he was, I thought a little larger than me, only slightly longer but with a thicker shaft. He held the root of his cock and pushed it up so that I could appreciate the full length, it looked amazing and I reached out to run my fingers over the smooth head, I took the tip between thumb and forefinger and stroked gently up and down just below the rim of his helmet inducing his hips to thrust with me, urging me to wank him harder.
He'd let go of my cock now, concentrating solely on his own, his hands moved between his legs, resting on his inner thighs as they parted slightly and his legs kicked gently at the covers until he lay completely naked for me to see.
He was cool and pale in the soft moonlight and I was so fucking hard, I held his bulging pole firmly in my fist and wanked him deliberately now with long steady strokes, he moaned softly and bucked furiously into my hand for release.
I felt a certain kind of control and didn't want it to end too quickly but at the same time wanted to see him cum and to feel that hot stickiness on my hand.
I didn't have to wait too long and the first spurt I'm sure went clean over his shoulder, he gasped and the following groan I felt sure would wake up the whole house, I held him still and savoured the feeling of every pulse as he pumped ribbons of cum up his chest, as his orgasm subsided I stroked him again causing him to shudder and jerk on the bed while I squeezed the last drops of cum from his beautiful cock. I wiped the hot sticky fluid from my hand on to his flat belly then leaned a little closer, offering my raging hard-on to him, he soon took the hint, wanking me to a climax in seconds, I leaned closer still, adding my load to his cum covered chest. We lay still and I gazed at his glistening body for a minute before settling back to sleep.

Our mutual wanking sessions soon increased to an almost nightly event, sometimes Mark would climb onto my bed and stroke my body and legs as well as just my cock and we would occasionally rub cocks together which made us both really hard and excited but which I resisted to an extent because I thought it felt more gay than just wanking. We never kissed or anything like that and I certainly never wanted to, though Mark did sometimes suck and bite my nipples!

Then one night after a few minutes of the usual stroking Mark knelt up on his bed and leaned right in close so that he could stroke the tip of his cock against my naked
thigh, he rubbed and wanked himself over my cool skin while he stroked my inner thigh with his free hand pulling me close to him, he held my stiff cock up straight and froze for a moment, staring at the drop of pre-come at the tip, then to my complete surprise he leaned forward and took my knob straight into his hot mouth, I gasped at the first sensation as he sucked and slurped at my bursting cock, I felt his tongue swirl over the tip while his lips slid down the shaft.
I had received a couple of blow jobs from a previous girlfriend but never anything like this, he knew exactly how to hit the spot and as much as I wasn't sure I wanted this to happen I was totally powerless to resist.
I lay back and let it happen, the feelings of ecstasy flowing through my body until I blasted my load into his hungry mouth, my body convulsed and jerked while he held me tight, swallowing every drop, not letting go until I was still and my cock stopped pumping. His hand ran over the goosebump flesh of my belly and he lay back down on his bed.
I pulled the covers back up and watched him for a minute or two while he wanked himself off but my eyes closed and I think I was asleep before he even came.

Again, we never spoke of any of these events, either at the time or afterward, it was like a completely taboo subject, just something that happened between us but that we never really acknowledged.

After that first blow job, Mark sucked my cock almost every time, he was absolutely brilliant at it and as time went by we would experiment with all sorts of different positions, on my back, standing with him kneeling, but my favourite was to straddle his chest and feed him my cock until I would eventually lean right forward and face fuck him with him holding my ass cheeks.

But in all that time I never returned the favour, I would wank him off but I never sucked his cock even though he sometimes tried to guide me that way I always refused, I sooo regret that now, in fact it's one of my greatest fantasies.
Sometimes he would lie behind me, kind of spooning and wanking me off and once tried to initiate anal but again I just wasn't interested in that, besides why would I be when he was such a fantastic cocksucker!

We had several months of this intimate fun until he got a job and a flat in another town and moved away, and although we kept in touch for a while and still went out together occasionally we both got girlfriends and went on to get married and never repeated our wank buddy relationship, I've often wondered what might have been had we kept up contact or indeed if attitudes had been more open or enlightened at the time, especially more recently as my fascination with cock has grown.

I wonder how much this experience has influenced my sexual desires and interests in cocks and crossdressing etc.
And if any of you have got similar tales to tell?