I had just turned 18 years old, was getting ready to graduate from high school and had just recently moved in with my dad. My parents had divorced when I was 4, so it was quite a change moving in with my liberal dad after living with my conservative and strict mom all my life.

Dad was cool. No curfew, really no rules at all. Was cool with all of my friends even though most of them were two or three years older than me. Hell, he even let me drink, just as long as he knew I had a designated driver or did it at the house so that we wouldn't have to drive. His philosophy was that he would rather know what I was doing and be safe doing it than to have me sneak around behind his back and get hurt or into trouble. But he was gone from home during long stretches while he worked, so I was pretty much on my own.

The guy that I ran around with the most was named Luke. I was 18, he was 23. He had a car and could buy booze legally, so right there were two important reasons to be someone's friend when you are only 18.

Luke and I did just about everything together. He and his parents didn't exactly see eye to eye, so dad let Luke move in with us. He had a job and his own transportation, plus dad felt he could keep an eye on me while he was away at his job.

When dad was in town, he worked part-time bartending at a local club. Dad's car was in the shop and he had asked Luke to drive him to the bar. Luke was taking me to school anyway to watch a basketball game, so it was on the way.

We dropped dad off at the bar and we were on our way to the high school. Luke and I were really close. I often had thoughts about him, thoughts that weren't conventional about your so called best friend. Thoughts that were forbidden.

Luke and I were always wrestling around and joking and carrying on and we used to call each other fags and queers and things cuz that's what guys did. But Luke always made comments that sometimes make me think that perhaps he really did have a side to him that I didn't know about. A side that I desperately wanted to get to know.

On the ride to the school, Luke and I were carrying on as usual and I started ribbing him about being a queer. He just gave me that sideways grin of his and said, "So, maybe I am Juss".

I said, "You probably are. I don't know if you'd suck a dick or not, but you'd probably hold it in your mouth while you thought about it." Luke didn't get mad.

"Maybe I would," he replied as his hand slid over the growing bulge in my Levi's. As he stroked my growing hard-on he said, "and it looks like you'd like for me to think about it."

Luke pulled his pickup in front of the high school and said, "Well, here we are," as his hand slid off of my now rock hard cock.

"Maybe I'll just skip the ballgame. Dad's gonna be at work for a while, so why don't we just ride around some."

"Sounds good to me"

As we pulled away, Luke's hand once again found the bulging crotch of my Levi's. Excited at the newfound level our friendship had reached, I slid my hand over and started feeling Luke's already hard cock. His cock was about the same length as mine, about six and a half inches, but thicker than mine. His balls were bigger than mine too.

Luke turned from the main road and crossed a bridge that led to an abandoned coal mine. He found a nice hidden spot to park and turned the truck off. The only light was from the car radio.

Luke turned toward me and unsnapped and then unzipped my Levi's. My hard dick sprang free from my Levi's, flopping free from the fly of my flannel boxers. Luke knelt in the floor.

"Such a nice, big dick. I wanna see it spit at me". With that Luke put his mouth on the side of my cock at the base and started licking around and going up and down on my cock, but never touching the head. It wasn't long until I was leaking precum everywhere. Luke sucked in one of my balls, then both. Damn, that felt good. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better Luke slipped his mouth over the head of my cock and slid his mouth down, taking more and more into his mouth. He could only get about 4 inches in his mouth and I could tell it was starting to gag him.

Luke started going down on me, slowly and then increasing his pace. I started moving my hips in unison with his head. I put my hand on the back of his head, grabbed a handful of his brown hair and began to fuck his mouth. Just when I could feel the rumbling start in my balls that was usually an indication that I was about to cum, Luke pulled off.

"Don't wanna get off this fast. Let's make it last." Luke got back up in the seat and sat back. I knew this was the indication that he wanted me to return the favor.

"I don't know," I said timidly. "I've never done anything like this before. Not with a guy. I don't know if I can suck a dick or not." Luke pulled his sweat pants over his hips and down around his knees. His thick prick sprang free. There was already a drop of precum oozing at his mushroom head.

"It's easy. It just takes some practice."

Still not quite sure whether I wanted to do such a thing or not, I took my hand and squeezed his hard cock. "Mmmm, that feels good."

I looked up at Luke and looked into his big, brown eyes. Slowly, I brought my lips to him. We kissed lip to lip at first. Then I could feel his tongue trying to get into mouth. I parted my lips and he started kissing me, really deep and passionately. I started jacking him off and then he started reciprocating the favor.

Feverishly, lust took over. We sat there and made out, jacking each other, faster and faster, trying to match each other's pace and strokes. Luke kissed my ear and my neck. That just about drove me absolutely fucking crazy. We started kissing again and I started sucking his tongue, acting like I was giving him a blow job. It really turned him on.

Luke's breath started getting quicker and heavier. He tensed up and leaned back in the seat. In the light of the radio I could see thick gobs of cum start oozing from the head of Luke's cock. He started moaning and almost growling like. I squeezed every drop from his cock as he started to deflate.

After he caught his breath, he looked at me and said your turn. He again started kissing me, jerking me off, faster and faster. It didn't take long until my own breathing became deep. I tried to move my mouth from his but he knew I was getting ready to come. Luke sank his tongue deep in my mouth as I could feel the explosion from the end of my cock. He squeezed and stroked my cock until the last drop was gone. Exhausted and sweaty, we laid there, worn out, basking in the light of the radio, trying to figure out what had happened.

What had happened was only the beginning...