New Year's is just a few days away and I can't wait because it means I'm going to get to suck a cock for the first time in a year.
This yearly ritual started three years ago. My wife has three close friends who have always gotten together on News Year's to exchange Christmas presents and spend the day visiting. Of course, we husbands tag along and usually end up watching football games, drinking a few beers and cooking barbecue. Three years ago, though, things took a little bit of change for me and one of the other husband's, Steve.
As luck would have it, Steve and his wife Beverly were able to get a nice four bedroom cabin overlooking Gatlingburg, Tennessee. It was a typical cabin, right down to the hot tub on the deck. I have a hard time sleeping the first night in a strange bed, so rather then fight the inevitable, I decided to sneak off and relax in the hot tub, hoping that would help me get to sleep.
Throughout the cabin I heard the sounds of snoring, so I figured I was pretty safe in slipping into the tub in the nude, since I forgot to pack a bathing suit. I settled into the tub and closed by eyes as the jets worked their magic on my back. I then began to let my fingers do their magic on my cock. I had a nice erection starting to build when I was shocked back to reality when someone else slipped into the tub opposite of me. My eyes jerked open just in time to see Steve, who was also naked, settle into the seat across from me.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," he said. "I guess we both had the same idea." At this he grinned as he glanced down at my growing cock.
"Ummmm," I stuttered, "I just needed to relax a little bit because I couldn't get to sleep. How about you?"
"Same here," he answered, again glancing at my cock through the churning water.
By now my erection was softening and I was hoping Steve really hadn't noticed, but I also knew that he had to have gotten an eyeful before he climbed into the tub.
I quickly changed the subject and we started talking about other things. All this time I couldn't help by notice that Steve kept one of his hands under the water and was playing with his own cock just as I had played with mine. Steve saw me looking and said, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," I answered.
He looked embarrassed and stammered a bit as he said, "I know we're both straight and all, but have you ever felt another guys cock before?"
For the second time that night I was shocked back into reality. I really didn't know what to say because the husbands in this group have always made it a point to act as macho as possible. The truth of the matter was that I had not only touched another guys cock before, I had sucked a cock off and swallowed the sweet cum down my throat and I let another man fuck my ass a couple of times before that. But could I admit that to Steve? All of this had happened before I married Barb, and I had pretty much promised myself to close that chapter in my life.
"I don't know," I answered. "Sort of, I guess. Why?"
"Sort of? You don't know, or you don't want to say?"
"Well, it was a long time ago," I started.
"Did you circle jerk, too?" Steve interrupted.
Surprised by the quick response, and seeing an easy way out I said, "Yeah, that was it. But it was a long time ago."
"Yeah. Me too. We had a group of guys that I hung out with and we would do circle jerks once in a while when one of the guys got a new Playboy and stuff. We got drunk one time and everyone agree to jerk off the guy to the right of them. Man, that was kind of fun, but I was a lot younger too, you know?"
It was getting close to two in the morning by this time, and I guess I wasn't thinking too clearly, but I asked him, "Do you ever have thoughts of doing something like that again," as I looked down at his own growing cock.
He looked down and realized his cock was now riding long and proud in front of him and quickly pulled his hand away. "Oh, no. No way. That would be gay, wouldn't it?"
"Gay? How is that? Seems to me that gay is two guys or two girls falling in love with each other and stuff like that. I don't think it necessarily applies to having sex. You know, like bisexuals?"
"You know, that's right. I guess as long as it's for fun and not for love it wouldn't really be gay, would it?
"Look," I said. "I'm going to go out on a limb here, OK? Nothing we say or do here is going to go any further. I'm going to stand up and get out of the tub next to you. If you want to do something, just touch me and we go from there. If you don't, that's cool too and I'll go on to bed and you can have to tub to yourself."
With that said I slowly rose and stepped across the tub, my now soften cock barely poking out above my hanging balls. At first I thought Steve was going to let me go, but then his hand rose from the water and tentatively reached out to touch the head of my cock.
