About three weeks had gone by since I gave Matthew a blow job. We didn't talk much after. In fact, in all reality we didn't speak at all. As bad as it sounds, I wasn't interested in him as a boyfriend or on-going FWB's. I was actually on-line on several dating sites, looking for someone else. I did think of him; and of giving him head. But there wasn't a lust or desire to be with him again in the traditional sense. There was a lust and desire for dick, but unfortunately not for him. I had gotten what I needed and wanted -- which was to give a blow job again -- and in all reality he got what he wanted, which was getting a blow job.
Oddly enough and out of nowhere one cool summer evening Matthew text me to see how I was doing and what had been going on with my life. We messaged back and forth over the course of a couple days, not really mentioning sex or getting together. But I felt his reaching out to me was to see if I was interested in seeing him "that way" again. Being that I'm a little bolder than the average person and still very interested and very willing to give head, I figured I'd ask him if he'd like to stop by again sometime soon? And maybe we could "have a little fun." Of course, his answer was yes and we planned for an evening early the next week.
This time there were no distinct rules. No discussion about oral sex, or agreements for any kind of sex, but I think we both knew why he was coming over. Matthew arrived, like he had before, after work and dinner. I didn't see his car pull up, but knew it was him when the doorbell rang. He came in and just like last time we sat on the couch for a while catching up before we moved forward. I was partially hard in my pants just thinking about sucking him off. It wasn't necessarily him I that was getting me excited, it was his dick. In my soul searching over the past year, I truly had become -- what I like to call -- "Cock Crazy" and no woman in the world was going to get me away from wanting to be in a homosexual relationship.
"Matthew." I spoke. "I know we didn't talk about it this time, but would you mind if I gave you head again?" I asked.
"I know that's very forward of me and I am sorry to put you on the spot. But I really enjoyed it last time. So, if you want..." I Spoke.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" He asked.
"Yah, I'm definitely okay with it." I replied. "If you are?" I furthered.
"I have no problem with it." He spoke.
I leaned over and placed a soft gentle closed lip kiss on his lips. I didn't want to make out, but I wanted to let him know that this was going to be more "loving" and "caring" then some prearranged blow job like last time.
I slid down off of the couch and onto my knees right in front of him. Almost exactly where I was three weeks ago. I unbuckled his belt and started fumbling with his shorts button and zipper. Matthew lifted his hips and slid his own shorts down, sitting in his boxers. I rubbed up and down his legs getting him turned on, as I sat fixated looking at his crotch. I could see he was starting to get hard, as his boxers were pitching a tent. I don't think he was as nervous as he was the last time, but I think he still had some apprehensions. While I was bit nervous, because of the situation. This time I was more turned on and eager to start sucking cock.
I pulled the waistband of his boxers down, letting his dick spring free. I leaned in and slid his cock in my mouth and started slowly bobbing up and down. The taste of his cock was sexy and since he was almost fully erect, when I started, it didn't take me long to get him to a full hard on. I held the material down with my hands as I continued sucking him off. It felt erotic to feel his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, as I listened to him breath deeper and deeper, letting out soft moans along the way.
I was so excited and so turned on sucking him that I was rock hard in my pants almost instantly. After a while of sucking him off with his boxer waistband "kind of" in the way, I slid Matthew's cock out of my mouth and I pulled on the sides of his boxers, ripping them down and off. After getting them off, my face went right back down and I rammed his cock back into my mouth, sucking as hard and as deep as I could. As I continued pleasing him, Matthew lifted his polo shirt up and off of his head, sitting absolutely naked on my couch. I unbuttoned my pants and slid my right hand into my shorts, grabbing a hold of my cock. At that moment, I wasn't nervous anymore. I wasn't scared. I wasn't uneasy about this. Tonight, sucking his cock was getting me overly aroused.
