For those of you who have read my other stories you have already met these "new" characters and this is because they are the same people. I have finally decided to take the time and write our "origin story."
What you are about to read is what started all the craziness over the last quarter century. Our friend's name is not Jack. I just decided that was the name I wanted to give him. The names I'm using are a lot closer to reality.
I mean... I still have to be careful.
M y friend "Ian" proofread this for me, and he was pleased with it, especially with the first part. He said it was dead on. I think it is all very accurate, but "Ian" IS getting older!
As for me, sometimes I can't remember what I had for dinner the night before, but what we did all those years ago is forever etched into my memory.
I have deliberately skipped over many other experiences, thinking they might make for a great sequel.
There have been a few comments about how my stories were too "angsty." I'm unsure what to say about that other than we were nervous. Our first experiences were exciting and terrifying, and we were venturing into uncharted and incredibly taboo territory.
I have decided to split this into two parts because it will take too long to finish at the rate I am writing this.
Here is our story... I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!
I spent the first 33 years of my life as an undeniably 100%...confirmed...no doubt in my mind... heterosexual male. As I got older, I became aware that some men could be considered attractive and that the perfect male body should be admired. Still, I had been in love with the female form for as long as I could remember, so it had little to no effect on me.
From my first crush in grade school to university, most of my waking hours were spent thinking about girls. I often wonder how I got anything done.
I dated, but I wasn't a player.
I was taught to respect women from a very young age, and I was, and still am, genuinely a nice guy. But nice guys still wanted to get laid. Nice guys still fantasized about the girl sitting 10 rows ahead in church. Like any good Catholic, I felt guilty, but it didn't stop me.
I masturbated my way right through my teens and into my 20s, like most other guys, and I was always thinking about girls.
I met the woman of my dreams when I was 26, and we were married within a year. We had two exceptional children who have grown up to be equally impressive adults. Both are independent and confident, and we are incredibly proud of them. After almost 30 years of marriage, my wife and I are still happy and best friends.
Although things have changed over the years, I am still pleased with our sex life. We don't have sex as much as we used to, but I still enjoy it when we do.
And I want you to understand something about my wife; I believe she was born to suck cock.
Leah is beautiful, and she has such beautiful lips. To see them slowly envelop the head of my penis is heaven.
I can't count how often she would lay her head in my lap and spend the longest time bringing me to the edge and backing off. For the first 28 years of marriage, however, she never swallowed. Never even had me come in her mouth and then spit it out, and honestly, I was okay with it.
It just meant I got more blowjobs.
She would joke that her two passions were blowing me and eating chocolate chip cookies.
I would finish everywhere else, though... on her tits... on her face, just to name a few. I never pressured her to swallow, and I definitely benefited from that. I was on the receiving end of many fantastic blowjobs over the years.
Then, without giving me any advanced notice, she decided to see what it was like to swallow. I had no idea of what was ahead of me one night when she assumed her normal position between my legs.
After several minutes of her sweet attention, I was close to coming and gave her my standard warning. When she didn't pull away, I panicked for a moment, thinking that she didn't hear me and that she would be upset that I tried to trick her. I warned her again; she moaned and then started sucking harder.
My head felt like it was spinning. We were venturing into uncharted territory.
I held my breath as my balls tightened. That so beautiful and familiar feeling took over, and I blasted away. Seconds went by, and I still felt the pulsing down through my core.
I heard myself finally take a breath and then silence.
Did that really just happen?
I opened my eyes to see my wife smiling.
I sat up quickly and kissed her. Leah's lips were full and wet and slightly salty tasting. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and kissed her deeply. I remembered enjoying the taste.
As I lay there in my post-orgasmic bliss, I wondered if, in all of human history, there had ever been another time when someone intentionally decided that, after not finishing off their partner in their mouth for 26 years, they thought they would like to "give it a go."
I highly doubted it.
I was, and still am, a fortunate man!
However this story isn't really about my relationship with my wife. She plays a huge part, but it isn't why you are reading this right now.
Instead, I assume you chose this story to find out how, in my 34th year on this earth, I had come to be sitting naked in a hot tub with my best friend on a cool fall night, wondering if he would mind if I masturbated in front of him.
Like so many people, I am a total naturist, so I was in a hot tub with my friend Ian, who was also naked. It wasn't all that strange. He and his wife, Abby, were at our place for the evening, so I suggested we head to the tub. My wife Leah doesn't particularly like sitting in a hot tub (it came with the house), so I typically am alone.
It was dark outside, our backyard was very private, and our wives were inside talking. The only light came from the house and lit up the tub nicely, highlighting the steam rising from the water. Could Hollywood have set the scene any better?
I set the jets to low so we could hear each other without having to shout, and because of this, I could see beneath the water's surface. As we talked, I quickly glanced toward Ian's lap and was sure he had an erection.
Immediately my mouth was dry, and I felt that jolt of electricity you feel when you see something so surprising that you aren't even sure you saw what you think you saw.
I had seen his penis many times in locker rooms and most definitely seen erections in videos, so why was I reacting like I just saw a woman getting undressed in front of her window?
I tried to focus on our conversation, but I had to know if I was right. Stealing glances at someone's junk from four feet away is challenging. Over the next few minutes, all I could think about was Ian's penis. It looked like it could be erect, but he didn't seem to be acting differently.
Until now, the thought of doing anything remotely sexual with a guy wasn't even on my radar. I wasn't necessarily against the idea. I didn't see it as an option for me.
So why was I starting to wonder what he looked like hard? How big he was? How would it feel to touch it?
I had to stop myself. Ian was my friend, and I was 34, and straight!
There was no chance that he would feel the same way, and if I were wrong, at the very least, I would just come off looking stupid. At worst, it could affect our friendship.
In less than half an hour, I had gone from an absolute zero on the Kinsey scale to a one or maybe even two. At once, I was both freaked out and excited. The hot water did little to stop me from shaking. I felt my heart beating in my chest.
And I was getting hard.
The more I thought about it, the harder I got, and now I was worried that he would see my cock, but I was so turned on I hoped he would. And the jets felt really good on my now full erection.
When a man is turned on, his ability to reason seriously diminishes, and, as a result, I really wanted to see him hard.
Time was running out of my window of opportunity.
I cleared my throat.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course," Ian replied, "What's up?"
He had no idea how this moment would affect the rest of our lives.
"I think the jets are getting to me. Do you remember what you told me about what used to happen to you when you were in the back seat of a car driving down a bumpy road?"
I noticed Ian quickly glance toward the general area of my lap.
He looked confused.
