Drinking games can be a terrible waste of drinking time. Late on a Friday night, however, Mark wasn't bothered about slowing down. And "I Have Never" was always fun for the occasional revelation. It was a mixed bunch around the table, and it hadn't yet dipped into cheeky dredging up of old embarrassments.

"I have never," announced Jill, "had sex with a woman." All the men at the table took a drink.

Clockwise around the table was Steve, Jill's boyfriend. He smirked and came back with the only possible follow on, "I have never had sex with a man." The three women at the table, and Mark, took a drink.

Mark found himself being stared at. "No." said Jill, "Really."

"Really. Well strictly speaking it was a man and his wife."

"At the same time?"

"At the same time."

The game was derailed for a while, the next person around the table was stumped for anything to say. Across the table from Mark a young man he didn't really know- Paul- had gone an endearing shade of red. He smiled and took another drink before waiting for a revelation.

The night wound down and the pub eventually threw them out. Everyone went their separate ways and Mark found himself walking down the leafy streets with Paul. After a while the younger man asked, "What's it like with another man?"

"It was fun. Very hot. It was part of a threesome, so it couldn't be anything else."

"Did you do...... everything?"

"No. I only gave him a blow job. But oral sex is still sex." Mark looked across at Paul. It was hard to tell under the street lights, but the boy appeared to be blushing again. He was blonde and twinky, quite pretty in the way that Mark had always known he'd go for. "Do you think about sex with another man."

Paul nodded, "Quite a lot. I'm a crap bisexual, I can't get it on with a man."

They both lived on the same street, Paul at the opposite end to Mark. As they neared Mark's house he decided to take a risk. "Do you want to? We could, y'know...." Now it was his turn to blush.

"Okay."

As they climbed the stairs to Mark's flat his heart started beating far harder than the exercise merited. He hadn't so easily and casually got himself into a situation where sex was imminent ever before. Whatever came next was going to be all new.

When he had closed the flat door they stood in the small hallway for a while. "Do you want a whisky?" Mark asked.

"Please." Paul croaked.

When Mark returned from the kitchen with two large measures of whisky Paul was still standing in the hallway. "Lets go into the living room." Mark suggested.

They sat side by side on the sofa. Paul swirled his whisky around the glass. "So, er, what do we do now?" he asked.

Mark knocked back the rest of his whisky and put the glass aside. "Well, if you're sure about this." Paul nodded. Mark slid off the sofa and placed himself on the floor before the younger man. "Sit back."

Paul made himself comfortable against the cushions of the sofa. His breathing had sped up as he stared down at Mark. He too drained his whisky and put it aside. They looked at each other for a moment, then Paul gave the slightest of nods. Mark smiled. He reached up, pushed Paul's T-shirt up and released his belt.

Carefully, trying to hide the nervous tremble in his hands, Mark undid the buttons on Paul's jeans one by one. By the time he had reached the last one he could feel the warmth and solidity of what lay beneath the black boxers. "Lift up." he suggested. Paul raised himself slightly off the seat so that Mark could pull the jeans and boxers all the way down his legs.

Mark's gaze had followed the clothing down to Paul's feet as he had pulled and pushed it down, so he didn't see the prize he'd uncovered until he looked up again. Paul's cock was slim and pale, rather like its owner. It lay along Paul's right leg, twitching and growing as Mark stared at it. The erection grew and stood up, the foreskin pulling back to reveal a deep red head.

Mark spread Paul's legs so he could move closer. He move a finger up one side of the hard on and back down the other. Paul shivered. Mark moved in close, so he could feel the warmth of the erection against his cheek. He nibbled with his lips from the hair at the base all the way to the tip. Here he flicked out his tongue and swirled around the head of Paul's cock.

Mark licked his lips and pooled saliva in his mouth. With fingers wrapped halfway down Paul's cock he dipped to swallow the head and as much of it as he could take. Paul sighed and squirmed. Mark slurped up and down the dick, taking in a little more each time. He stopped with just the head in his mouth, feeling it twitch against his tongue.

Paul was staring at what Mark was doing. He bit his lip and shifted slightly. When Mark released his hard on Paul made an involuntary little noise. Mark smiled. He reached down and gently lifted Paul's balls so he could kiss them and, very gently, suck them. Then he licked Paul's cock from base to tip and back again. Paul threw his head back and grasped the cushions on the sofa.

Teasing Paul, Mark licked all around his cock, flicking at the head as it twitched. Then he dived back to sucking it again. With the head in his mouth he swirled his tongue around it and started sucking up and down again.

Paul grasped Mark's shoulder. "Gonna come." Mark nodded, but carried on sucking. Paul's cock started twitching as it pumped semen up its length. Mark drew it out until the head was only just in his mouth, so the clammy liquid landed on his tongue. Paul's cock was still pumping out little drops of come when Mark let it slip from his lips. He swirled the semen around his mouth and swallowed it. Then he licked a drop from the tip of Paul's still hard cock. Paul jumped and made a little hiss.

Mark sat back and looked at Paul, who had sprawled back on the sofa. He adjusted his own hard on, which was rock solid. Paul spotted this and sat up. "Take your clothes off." he demanded.

Mark stood before Paul and unfastened his belt. The younger man slid off the sofa to kneel, reaching up and pulling Mark's trousers down as soon as they were unfastened. Mark's erection was straining at his boxers. Paul stroked it through the material. He teased it until the head pushed under the waistband, then tugged the boxers down.

Shuffling forward Paul got himself into position so Mark's cock was level with his face. It was thicker and darker than his, and just a little bit longer. He wanted to do something with it, but he wasn't quite sure what. With one hand on Mark's thigh Paul reached out and gently drew the erection toward his mouth. He kissed the head, then some of the way down the shaft, then he tried licking it. He obviously enjoyed the taste, because once he had started he couldn't stop.

Mark pulled his shirt and T-shirt off and stared down at the young man who was using his erection to learn how to give blow jobs. The thought amused him, and turned him on more. He decided to let Paul work out for himself what he should do. But that wasn't going to be easy. Mark clasped his hands behind his back to keep from reaching out and guiding the student.

Paul tried to remember what had turned him on about blow jobs he'd been given. What had been the best thing about Mark going down on him? All of it, he thought, which didn't really help him decide what to do next. But then it was obvious what he should do next. He hadn't yet taken Mark's hard on into his mouth. He moved, lifted up a little, and then closed his lips around the warm red head.

"Oh yeah." Mark moaned. Paul smiled, he was doing something right. He moved to take more of the cock into his mouth. With every little bit more that Paul swallowed, Mark made another appreciative noise. Eventually he'd taken as much as he could of the erection into his mouth. Before he started gagging he drew back all the way to the head. This raised another moan. So long as he didn't bite there was little he could do wrong.

Letting Paul explore and work things out for himself had been a great idea, Mark decided. He had a wonderful tingling feeling in his scrotum as his balls drew back. A warm and playful mouth and tongue were driving him ever closer to the edge. It wouldn't be long now. "Gonna..."

Paul looked up, Mark's cock popping out of his mouth as he did so. The first spurts of semen hit his chin and neck, then his T-shirt. Realising his mistake he clamped his mouth over the head to suck out the last of the come. He wasn't so sure about the taste, but it wasn't horrible. In a way it tasted of victory and a milestone achieved.

When he was sure no more could be sucked out of Mark's subsiding erection Paul sat back. Mark shuffled round and sat on the sofa. They were both quiet for a while.

Paul wiped the semen off his chin and neck with his T-shirt, then he pulled it off. "That's a little sticky."

"So what did you think?" Mark asked.

"It's definitely a shame I took so long to get round to doing that."

"Do you want to do it again?"

Paul's erection was growing again, but he shook his head. "Not.... Not right now. Can I borrow a T-shirt, just till I get home."

"Sure."

They both pulled their trousers up and walked through the flat bare chested. In the bedroom Mark pulled a plain black T-shirt out and handed it to Paul. "Here you go."

"Thanks. Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

"I don't have anything planned."

"I'll drop this back some time then."

Paul dressed quickly, putting his semen stained T-shirt into a bag Mark found for him. At the door he paused, "Thanks for...."

"Any time."

"See you tomorrow."