"I love my wife but..."
I knew what he was talking about. I was in a Curious Married Men chat room, looking to possibly connect with married guy. My sexual encounters with men was very limited so far, but I knew I wanted to continue to occasionally meet up with guys who were looking for one thing, and one thing only, a blow job.
When I was younger I was forced by a neighborhood bully to give him a blow job, and looking back at that repressed experience, it wasn't all bad. In fact it was exciting, being forced to my knees and forced to suck his 7 inch cock. He never mentioned it again, and I forgot about it for over 30 years.
Now in my 50s, I want it again. Not to fall in love with a guy because I still love women. I want to simply walk in to a dark room, drop to my knees and do as I am told orally to please a guy. Anything oral. And that's the conversation I was having with Jim, a married guy from back east, visiting Anaheim for a 4-day travel agents convention.
"I love my wife," he said on line, "but she no longer goes down on me. We still have great sex, but I miss her lips wrapped around my cock, and the feeling of unloading in her mouth. She used to be a great cocksucker, but that's all in the past."
I told Jim I knew what he meant, that my ex-ife was formerly the worlds greatest cocksucker but she seemed to lose interest.
"Do you want to see my picture?" asked Jim.
I wasn't interested in what he looked like, or anything else about him. The only thing I was interested in was his cock. And to make sure he didn't want to suck mine. That gave me the assurance that he wasn't playing around with other guys.
"I've never cheated on my wife, but I really need release and I don't know where to go."
Minutes later I was in my car, headed to Jim's Hilton hotel room. I had asked him to take a shower and lower the room lights.
I entered the hotel, took the elevator up to the 4th floor and walked to room 421. Under the door I spotted the edge of his plastic room key, the sign that he was ready for this. I let myself in to the dark room and found the bed, with Jim on lying on it.
He was smoking a cigarette, it's orange glow helping me find my way in the room. I detest smoking but this was different. I was breaking other rules, so why not the smoking rule as well? I could tell he was as nervous as I was. I walked in, and dropped to my knees between his legs ready to suck cock.
"Open my robe," he commanded, and I did. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. He was tanned from the summer, about 5'8", and a bit overweight, like me. But his body wasn't what I was interested in, it was his cock.
"Kiss my balls boy." Suddenly, he had become dominant, and I did as he instructed.
I kissed his fresh smelling, hairy balls, one at a time and I heard him moan his approval. Sucking a man's balls isn't a natural thing for me to do, but I enjoyed him telling me to do it and I had promised him anything oral. I felt little hairs in the back of my throat, but continued sucking, loving his balls. "That's it boy, work them into your mouth, but be careful, they're delicate."
I did as instructed and started getting off on the idea that I was in a strangers room, on my knees, sucking his balls. What a great sensation I had just being here. I had to ask myself what in the heck I was doing, having just met Jim on line only an hour ago.