I had a good friend who was straight, but a lot of a Horndog. We lived together as flatmates for many years, and right from the start, i thought he was hot. When he found out I was gay, he got this thoughtful look on his face, and started to get more open about the house.

One evening, we were watching TV in the living room. It was a hot night, and because of this, he'd stripped to his boxers. I can't even remember what it was we were watching, because I had one eye on the weaponry he was packing in his pants.

He gestured me to sit next to him on the sofa, so I did, and he stretched out his legs and leaned back, stretching his arms open along the back of the couch.

I noticed him getting harder, and at some point, he said to me "you can touch it. Hell, you can su k it if you want. I need to blow a load."

I didn't need telling twice, slipping my hand into his boxers to feel his 7 inches. He was hot, he was hard af, and when my lips touched the tip it jumped, before he took hold of the back of my head and pushed me down on his cock.

He was just the right combination of forceful and gentle, knowing when to let me up for air, and when to push deeper. I loved it, and all too soon he was filling my mouth with his load.

As he caught his breath afterwards, he told me what a good sucker I was, and told me that we'd definitely be doing that again.

It became a part of our TV schedule. I'd sit down next to him, and when he needed me, he'd apply a gentle pressure to the back of my neck pushing me down on him. He'd use my mouth and throat, unload, and that was that.

I loved it, and it was only when he moved in with his girlfriend that it finally stopped. But by god I wish I still had a TV buddy like that to feed me loads whenever he needed.