Blowjob After Surgery

God, his dick was amazing. Harder, and yet softer than I thought it would be. Fucking real. I had no experience with an actual dick in my mouth,…
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I always knew Garrett was a good friend, but I didn’t realize how good until… everything went down.
I vividly remember the day we met, it was our first day as newbies into a competitive grad school program at a good university back in the mid-1990s. On my first day, I had walked into my first classroom, settled into a chair… and then he walked in.
Wowza.
I had never thought of myself as anything but a normal, red-blooded straight guy, but I swear I did a double take. It was like Garrett had walked off the set of a freaking Hallmark Christmas movie–so much so that I thought it was going to snow. He was the literal embodiment of All-American charm, with an athletic frame that oozed masculine grace. The dazzling effect was heightened when he spoke with a mellisonant Southern lilt that sounded as if it was drenched in honeyed bourbon… I mean, shit, it sounded like music. Every woman in the room suddenly shifted their posture and started to warble like little tweety birds, and even the lesbian Marxist in the corner languidly dragged her fingers across her face and started to purr appreciatively.
For a minute, I felt like a gangly teenager back in middle school all over again.
Wait. Fuck that shit. I have nothing to be ashamed about. I’m Blake, and I am very much not a gangly middle schooler any more. I worked through my awkward stage by throwing myself into sports, and through workouts to build and maintain muscle. I’m no gym rat by any stretch, but I feel no shame when I hit the showers. I’ve also grown into...