In Part 1, my wife discovered, and encouraged, my fantasy of sucking a cock. Here’s what happened next.
Life went on as usual. I kept an open mind, but no opportunities arose. Our sex life stayed strong, we discussed and role played fantasies. Spring turned into Summer and her encouragement became a fond but distant memory.
During the last week of a June I had to take a business trip to Southern California for an annual trade show. I would be traveling with my good friend and co-worker, Sean.
Sean and I had been close friends since we started at our company together, and we had both worked our way into management positions. We shared similar backgrounds, both of us having played sports in college (I was a soccer player at a big public college in the Northwest, he had played baseball at a private university in Northern California). We were both married to pretty girls we had met in college, both with kids (we had two, they had four) and we both stayed in shape by running and working out in the same gym. Our families were close, often dining together or having barbecues at each other’s houses.
My bags were packed and waiting by the front door when Sean pulled up. As he took my bags to load in his car I gave my wife a hug and a kiss goodbye. She pulled me close, gave me a full tongue open mouth kiss, then pressed her lips to my ear and in a sultry voice told me, “Keep an open mind.”
As she stepped back I gave her a puzzled look, and she winked and shooed me out the door.
Sean punched my arm and joked, “I think if my wife kissed me like that I would never leave the house.”
The drive to the show was about five hours, which we spent discussing our favorite baseball team (they sucked this year), our kids (all super stars in our eyes) and our plans for the three days we would be away. This was the fifth year we had gone to this particular conference together and we had a pretty good routine. We confirmed our plans, discussed which vendors we had to meet, which we could ignore and which had the hottest saleswomen that we had to visit.
When we got to the hotel and checked in we were placed in rooms side by side with adjoining doors. We dumped our luggage and headed out to stock up. Our routine included keeping the room refrigerators stocked with beer and having plenty of snacks if we needed to bring customers or vendors back to make deals, so we headed to a local grocery and loaded up. Then, it was time to work.
The show started the first night with a reception, followed by two days in the large convention center with booths, private conference rooms for demos and lots of complimentary swag. The second day was a long one, so we always booked our room through that night, so we could have some fun that evening and get some sleep before heading home.
Everything went great at the show. Sean and I had planned well, and we accomplished everything we needed to do by mid-day of the second day. With time to kill, we spent the afternoon flirting with the hottest saleswomen before calling it a day.
Our tradition was to go out the last night for a great steak dinner and then hit a strip club to blow whatever was left of our per diem. Back in my room I had a momentary hope that Sean would beg off this time. My wife had planted a seed and over two days it had grown into a flower of a thought of maybe hitting the hotel bar and finding an out of town salesman interested in a blow job. But that ended when he knocked on our adjoining door and shouted, “Ten minute warning, Bro, then we’re hitting the town!” Oh well, I thought, it wasn’t going to happen anyway.
A quick shower, shave (gotta keep those cheeks smooth for the dancers) and some fresh clothes and we grabbed an Uber and headed out.
The steak house we frequented was awesome as usual, great food and ice cold beer. Then, full of steak and pretty drunk, we headed to the strip club, which was filled with gorgeous dancers, and we enjoyed more than our share of attention from them. In California, the topless clubs serve alcohol, the fully nude clubs are dry. Our philosophy had always been go nude or go home. As a result, there was no booze at the club, and the beer started wearing off before midnight. Strippers are way more fun with a good buzz. So, before becoming completely sober we called up another Uber and headed back to the hotel.
We were both ready for a nightcap, and since we had run through our per diems, Sean suggested polishing off the beers in our rooms. We headed up, opened the adjoining doors and started drinking in my room. It wasn’t long before we had a few beers in each and both had our buzz back.
Sean started to wonder out loud which of the strippers we saw gave the best head. “I know we had no chance with them,” he complained, “but seeing all that great nudity had me horny as hell, and it has been a long time between good blowjobs for me.”
The comment caught me off guard. “Come on, are you telling me that hottie of a wife of yours doesn’t give you good head?”
“Sadly, no,” he confessed. “Look, I love her more than anything, and she’s a great mom, but she is really uptight about sex. Oral from her is a special occasion thing, like Christmas or birthdays, and about that frequent.” We must have been drunker than I thought, because this was new ground for us. We never talked about our sex lives like this. “Thankfully, I have, from time to time, had a friend or two help me out in that regard.”
I was a little surprised by his confession. “You have women on the side? Does your wife know?”
“She knows nothing about it. It’s just some blowjobs, nothing more. No sex, no affairs, very, VERY discreet. I would never risk my marriage that way. Plus, who said anything about women?”
“Wait a second. Are you saying you let guys blow you?” This was getting a little weird, but with the booze and the strippers and the conversation about blowjobs, I started to get a little aroused.
“Come on,” he said, “are you saying you never sucked a cock in your life?”
“Dude, my wife gives me all the blowjobs I need. Plus, she would kill my sorry ass if I cheated on her.”
He gave me a sly look. “Yeah, but you didn’t answer the question. Come on, you have to have experimented with guys in college. Guys give the best head. You have to at least have thought about it.” I was too drunk to play it cool, and he could see my face was burning red with embarrassment. “Ah, so you have done it, or at least thought about it.”
I don’t know if it was being drunk, being horny, being curious or thinking about my wife’s parting words to be open, but for whatever reason I let it all spill out. “You got me, I have thought about it, and if you repeat this to anyone I will make you suffer.” Again, blame the booze or our friendship or whatever, but I told him my whole story of penis lust.
Sean surprised me. He got very serious and told me that he had the same feelings growing up, and he believed most guys did, too. “None of us will admit it, afraid to be labeled gay, especially guys like us in the jock world. But, I think it’s a normal curiosity. And, having indulged in both giving and receiving, let me tell you it is fucking great! No strings attached, no romantic guilt, just two guys getting what they need. I will freely admit I love sucking cock. And, it is really true, guys give the best head.”
We were quiet for a few minutes as we polished off our last beers.
“So,” he asked, “you want me to prove it and suck your cock?”
Despite our conversation, his question shocked me. “I dunno, this is all getting a little weird for me. We’ve been friends a long time, I just don’t know what I am feeling right now.”
“Look, here’s the thing. I’m horny, you’re horny. We both admitted we like dick. I even admitted to sucking dick. I think we could have some fun here. Plus, I think once you do it, you’ll love it, and I’ll have a new BJ buddy. So, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to my room to take a quick shower. I’ll leave the connecting doors open. If I come out of the shower and the doors are closed, I’ll know you passed on it and there’s no hard feelings. If they’re open… well, I think you’ll have some fun.”
My mind was spinning when he got up and walked out. Was this really happening, or was it some elaborate joke? Was he setting me up? I wanted to believe him, after all we’ve been friends for years.
I looked around my room and saw the empty beer bottles, reminding me I was a little drunk. I needed to clear my head, and decided a shower would be a good way to sober up a bit. I undressed and went to the bathroom. The hot water felt great and as I was soaping up I found myself getting hard. I stroked my soapy cock a little as I thought about what we had talked about. I had to admit I was getting excited about the idea. I decided I was going to go for it. I was going to suck my first cock.
I got out of the shower, toweled off, ran a quick comb through my hair and wrapped a towel around my waist. As I left the bathroom I walked by the open connecting doors. I did not close them. Instead, I went to the couch in my room and sat down to wait for Sean to return. My cock was throbbing in anticipation.
Moments later, he came into my room. Like me, he was wearing nothing but a towel. “I’m glad you left the door open.” He walked over towards me, and as he reached the couch he dropped his towel.
His prick was hard and beautiful. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed and the area around his cock, as well as his balls, was shaved. I kept my area groomed the same. I love the look of a well manicured pubic area. He was about the same length as me, a respectable six or so inches, and circumcised. It was the cock of my dreams. I was staring at it with unbridled lust when he asked if I wanted him to go first.
“No.” I was almost whispering. “Please, I want to suck your cock now.” I stood up and removed my towel.
He asked me where I wanted him. I pointed to the couch, and he sat right in the middle spreading his legs. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and placed it between his feet, then went to my knees in front of him.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his beautiful cock. I reached out to touch it. It felt both incredibly hard and amazingly soft. I gently wrapped my hand around his shaft and slowly stroked it. A droplet of precum oozed from the tip. I leaned in and licked the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue, sampling the taste of his precum. It was as wonderful as I had always imagined it would be.
I continued to use just the tip of my tongue to tease the head of his prick. I lightly ran my tongue around his head and just below the crown. My hand was barely touching him, just enough to hold him up for my tongue and mouth. I slowly traced the length of him with my tongue from top to bottom, and then ran the tip of my tongue over his balls. Then I took his shaft more firmly in my hand, stoking him again slowly as I used the flat of my tongue to lick his balls before gently kissing them and sucking them.
Sean was moaning, and I knew it was time to get his cock in my mouth. Again I used my tongue to lick my way back up his cock, and when I reached the head I alternated between swirling my tongue around it and wrapping my lips around it while slowly stroking his shaft. Then, very slowly, I started to take him into my mouth while continuing to use my tongue to stimulate the underside of his prick. I was loving sucking this cock and wanted it to last as long as possible.
I started a slow sucking motion up and down on his cock, making sure to coat it with as much saliva as I could produce. I formed a ring with my thumb and index finger and held the bottom of his shaft while I sucked him. As I started to get a good rhythm going, I stroked his wet cock with just those two fingers. I would suck and stroke him for awhile, paying attention to his responses to determine what he liked best. Every minute or so I wold take his cock from my mouth and run my tongue from tip to balls and back and then take him inside my mouth again.
I was so aroused and my own cock was so hard that I probably would have cum at even the slightest touch of my penis. I didn’t want this experience to ever end.
I started to increase the pace of my sucking, trying to bring Sean right to the edge. As I felt his muscles begin to tense, I backed off, taking him out of my mouth and gently blowing on his cock. He moaned and begged me not to tease him. I stroked his slick cock a bit, gave his balls a few licks, then went back to sucking and stroking him.
I continued to vary my speed, trying to bring him right to the edge and then every time he got close backing off just a bit. Finally, after letting him come close three or four times, he begged me to make him cum. I started to speed up my sucking and I tightened the grip with my fingers. I could tell he was very close, so I took him as deep as I could, using my lips and tongue to give him as much pleasure as possible. I used my free hand and started to gently fondle his balls.
The combination of sucking, stroking and fondling set him off. His body tensed and his balls grew tight. He spasmed and his cock erupted in my mouth. I felt wave after wave of his salty cum flow into my mouth and I kept sucking and stroking, trying to coax every drop of it from his cock. He had been edged so many times that he shot a huge amount of cum, and I greedily swallowed it all. It was amazing.
Once he was spent and I felt him start to get soft, I held just the top of his cock in my mouth and as gently as possible stroked him, milking him of all he had before removing his dick from my mouth. I kept stroking the bottom of his shaft, avoiding the sensitive head, and was rewarded with a small stream of cum that slid onto my fingers. I stopped stroking him, brought my fingers to my lips and licked the last of his cum off them.
“That was fucking amazing. There is no way that was the first time you sucked cock.”
All I could say was, “I’ve been dreaming of doing it so long, I knew just what I wanted to do. Seemed like you liked it.”
“Bro, I loved it. You’re welcome to suck me off anytime you want. Now, come sit up here, it’s my turn.”
I warned him that I was so aroused I might cum the second he touched me. He assured me he knew what he was doing, then he knelt between my legs. I was already leaking a lot of precum and my cock was slick with it. He took my shaft tightly in his hand and slowly stroked while licking just the tip. His tight grip was just what I needed. A gentle stroke would have set me off. His grip seemed to calm my raging cock.
He skillfully went to work on me. He licked all around my cock and balls, hitting all the spots with his tongue, teasing me as I had done to him. He completely let go with his hand as he nuzzled his lips and tongue on my balls, then using only his mouth and tongue he lifted my cock straight up and slowly engulfed my cock in his mouth. For several minutes he only used his mouth to suck me up and down. He took all six inches in, held it there and then brought it out until only the tip was in his mouth. It felt amazing.
My wife gives great head, but she cannot compare skill wise with Sean. He was a master. He knew just how a guy likes it, and he used that knowledge to give me the most pleasurable blow job I had ever received. His used his hand, his mouth and his tongue like a true artist. He knew how to make it feel good without making me cum too quickly.
After several minutes of his wonderful cock sucking I got to the point of no return. I told him I was getting close. Like I had done, he used just his thumb and one finger to form a ring to stroke me as he bobbed up and down on my cock. His pace was perfectly timed to give me maximum pleasure. My orgasm ripped through my body as my cum flooded his mouth. I could feel my ass rise from the couch as I tried to get my whole cock in his mouth. He took everything I had like a pro. After my orgasm subsided, he softly stroked me until I was totally spent.
I sat back, my eyes closed, totally satisfied and at peace. I had finally lived out my fantasy, and it was even better than I had imagined it could be.
Sean stood up and I opened my eyes to look at him. Standing right in front of me I could see that he was hard again. His cock was right at my eye level. Without giving it a second thought, I reached out and started stroking that beautiful cock again. Then, I leaned forward and rubbed his erect dick all over my face. I had waited so long to get my hands on a cock, and this one was so perfect, that I wanted to savor very experience I could.
I loved the way his hard dick felt rubbing on my cheeks, my nose, my chin, basically all over my face. Next, I took him in my mouth and started sucking that hot, hard cock. It felt absolutely wonderful to have his hard cock in my mouth. I closed my eyes and bobbed my head on his dick, enjoying the moment for all it was worth.
“That feels really fucking good, but you don’t have to do it again if you don’t want. I’m good for the night, it’ll go down once I crash in bed.”
I took him out of my mouth and kept stroking him. I told him, “I need more of this. This time I want to do it on the bed. Please, let me suck it some more.” He smiled and just nodded, I released my grip and he went over to the bed to lay down.
Once he was on the bed, I crawled in next to him and again took him in my hand. I really wanted this. I wanted to suck his cock again.
I leaned over his body and took him into his mouth. The first time I blew him I was focused on his pleasure. This time I just wanted to suck it for my fun, to get him off and get his cum in my mouth again.
I went at it with gusto, I sucked and stroked him, I licked and sucked his balls. I used my tongue and mouth relentlessly to get another load of cum out of that fabulous cock. There was no edging this time.
The excitement of my second blowjob of the night, or ever, got me so hot I started to get hard again, too. The way I was positioned Sean was able to see my hard cock. He reached out and started stroking me as I sucked him. He was stroking my dick in rhythm with my sucking, and soon we were both close to the edge.
I kept sucking his cock, making those wonderful blowjob noises that I love to hear when I get head. I bobbed my head and stroked his slick cock with my hand while he jerked me off. He came first, filling my mouth with another load of cum. His orgasm set off mine and I shot off in his hand. We stroked each other until we were both soft. Sean brought his hand to his mouth and licked some of my cum off. “You taste pretty damn good. Want some?” He stuck his hand out and I licked some of my own cum from his fingers. He chuckled, “I think I have created a cum loving monster. I’m still not sure I believe this was your first time, and I definitely hope it was not your last. You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
“Sean old buddy, anytime you’re in need of a good blowjob, you know where to find me.”
“Deal.” He stuck his hand out wand we shook on it. His hand was still sticky with cum.
He got up out of my bed, grabbed his towel to finish wiping my cum from his hand and headed back to his room. As the door closed the whole evening hit me. I had done it. I had finally lived my fantasy. I had sucked a cock. Twice! I hoped I would continue to be open to it in the future.
I got up and turned out the lights. I went to bed naked, satisfied and very happy.
*************
The next morning we packed up and hit the road for home. Other than a few “Last night was fun” and “Yeah, can’t wait for next trip” type comments we didn’t talk about our evening at all.
Sean dropped me at home and a hand shake later he was off.
That night, after the kids were asleep, my wife asked how the trip went.
“Honey, when you sent me off and told me to keep an open mind, was there something behind that?”
She gave me her patented sweet and innocent “I have no idea what your talking about” look.
I wasn’t buying it. “I thought so. How did you know?”
“I didn’t know, but I had hope.” My beautiful, understanding, sweet and totally devious wife then told me her whole hidden story. Just as Sean and I are close friends, so are my wife and Chelsea, Sean’s wife. And being women, they talk about everything. It seems Chelsea really is uptight about sex and won’t give blowjobs or do anything else she thinks is “dirty”. My wife has tried in the past to get her to loosen up, telling her that “dirty” sex is fun, but has had no success. Chelsea is just too set in her uptight ways to change.
“So,” I asked, “You were hoping that two horny guys on the road, one completely blowjob deprived, would end up sucking each other off?”
“Yep! That’s how it always works in porn. I just wanted to encourage you enough for you to take action, if the situation arose. I think I did that pretty well. Oh, and you’re welcome. All you have to do to pay me back is tell me how it went, and after your story gets me hot, you have to fuck me till I cum.”
“That’s all?”
“Well,” she smiled mischievously, “Maybe next time you suck his cock… can I watch?”
How could I say no to that? But, that’s another story.
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