We were quiet the rest of the ride back to Jeff's parents. I was doing some serious thinking. We had the windows down and the radio playing but we weren't talking. When we pulled into the driveway I looked over at my house and saw my Moms bedroom illuminated. There was a car in the driveway I didn't recognize. Then I remembered our conversation from earlier. She had a date and I was going to be with Jeff until Sunday. I touched his right thigh and said "I told my Mom I would be with you until Sunday. May I stay with you tonight. I think she has company." Jeff looked out my side window and said "Absolutely. Good for her. We should probably talk about what has happened. It has been a lot."

"A lot" I agreed.

As we got out of the truck Jeff said "grab a couple of beers from the fridge and meet me on the deck. I'll twist a number and we'll relax." It was a glorious night, warm, no breeze, star filled, just really pleasant. It wasn't long before we were both settling back, drinking beer and smoking a joint. And then the conversation started.

"OK Brian. How do you feel?"

"Confused. Whereas what happened earlier was totally unexpected, I can't say I didn't enjoy the experience. I never thought I'd be in an position like this. And, actually I'm a bit concerned where this might go. I don't want to get a reputation like "there goes that fag Brian" or "I heard he gives great head". And I certainly don't want my Mom to be embarrassed by my activities. I like you Jeff and I think I'd like to discover more with you but actually I'm reluctant."

"I totally understand Brian. Believe me I had the feelings you're experiencing. I was afraid people would find out about my behavior. Then I realized that nobody needs to know what I'm doing in private. As long as everyone is a willing participant it's all good. And I can assure you that we will never go arm in arm at the mall or hold hands at the beach. We may decide to blow each in the back row of an unpopular movie but that would be for added excitement. I've come to realize that this isn't my final story. I want a wife and family some day. Just not today."

"That makes sense Jeff. It's right to want to have different experiences. How else can we make a decision unless we've walked the walk."

"Brian everyone you might meet through me is nonjudgmental. The people we engage with are just like us. People that are just trying to get by and enjoy a physical thrill from time to time. I think it's all quite wonderful actually."

I let Jeff's words sink in. He was right of course. Why should we deny ourselves physical pleasure when the opportunity arises as long as no one gets hurt. I started to remember Mr.Sinclair's advice about practicing to become an expert. I decided to blow Jeff.

"Jeff, how about giving me a chance to improve my skills."

"What skills?"

"The one that Mr. Sinclair said I should practice to become an expert ."

"Yes. You should practice those skills as often as possible. I would be happy to help you out." And then he stood up in front of me. He started to reach for his belt when I stopped him.

I dropped to my knees.

"I'll do that." And I reached for his belt buckle and unbuckled it. Then I undid his pants and pulled down his zipper. Then I yanked down his shorts. Now I'm face to face with the underwear that Mr.Sinclair had given us. And inside was a growing prick. I put my hand over the fabric and felt the heat. Then I pulled them to his ankles. In front of me was Jeff's cock. Not fully erect yet but that was my job. I grabbed his balls and stuck out my tongue. Then I licked his shaft up and down, over and over until he was fully engorged.

"Yes" he whispered. "That's good, just like that. Now open up and take me in. Can you take it a little deeper." He started talking, no commanding. He was telling me what to do, when to slow down, how to keep him on edge. I was drooling. The saliva was dripping down my chin. It was fantastic. I was really giving Jeff some good head.

He said so. "Tighten your lips and massage my cock with your tongue. Oh yeah, that's it. Keep it up and you'll be an expert in no time."

I had him sit back in the chair so I could really go at it. And boy did I suck that cock. Time seemed to stand still as I slobbered on that prick.
And then, just as I was about to deep throat Jeff's manhood, he froze up and blew his load. It went everywhere, in my hair, on my face and in my mouth. Some even landed on the seat behind me. You should have seen the look on his face.

"Oh my God Brian. That was incredible. That was the most intense blowjob I've ever had. Thank you."

"Thank you Jeff. Thank you for allowing me to practice. I hope you'll be available again soon."

"Anytime Brian."

He looked tired. I asked him if he was ready to lie down. "Only if you are" he responded. And I was ready to get Jeff in bed. Not ready for sleep but definitely ready for more. We got up and went into Jeff's bedroom. We quickly undressed and slipped into bed, naked. It felt so good sliding next to him. Our cocks touching. Then I noticed a container of lotion on the bedside table. I reached for it and squeezed a handful into my palm. I started to massage it into Jeff's chest. He said that it felt good. I continued to rub the lotion all over his face, neck, chest. arms, legs and of course prick. I had that getting hard again. Then I told him to roll over so I could massage his back. I started with his legs and worked my way up. I got to his buttocks and really worked them over. I slid my lotion covered hand between his ass crack and he moaned. I circled his asshole with my finger and he moaned a little louder. I continued my way up his back to his shoulders. At this point I straddled his hips to allow me to reach his neck. My hardon was sliding between his cheeks. It felt wonderful. And then, as I was reaching up to caress his face, it happened. My cock started to enter his ass.

"Not yet" he whispered and he tightened up to prevent penetration.

I didn't protest but continued to hump his crack. I was to the point of no return anyhow so I just finished on his back. I laid down on top of him, my load between us. It was slippery.

We were both quite spent by now. I looked at the alarm clock. It was half past one. It had been an interesting day. We wished each other goodnight with promises of showering together in the morning. I started to get drowsy and thought about next Saturday. What could Mr. Sinclair possibly have in store for us. He mentioned friends. My prick started to get hard again. I slept very soundly that night.