Overcoming the Nerves

There I was, at 2am, my mind whirring away, trying to compute what I'd actually done.

For long enough, I had fantasised about having a cock to suck. I had now done that and I had been thrilled.

Now though, I was fearful of the next step as Marco lay spooned into me.

His breath was slow and gentle on my neck and his right arm lay across my chest. I could feel his cock against my ass cheeks and I admit I was a little scared.

I wasn't ready yet to be fucked although I now craved the taste of cock and its creamy ending.

As I was thinking of my next move, Marco stirred and wakened. His first reaction was to press his hardening cock against my ass cheeks.

I loved how hot and hard it felt but was afraid he was going to force entry.

He was now kissing my neck.

"It's time lover." he whispered.

I wriggled free.

"I can't do it, i'm not ready. I'll suck you off all night if you wish but my ass is out of play."

"So I stayed here for nothing then." Marco replied, sounding bitter.

I felt hurt.

"No, not nothing. I'll happily suck you off again." I said, sounding desperate.

"Better be a good one, bitch."

I took his shaft in my left hand and cupped his tight ball sac in my right.

I tried to kiss him but he withdrew, saying "You're only getting to suck me, no perks.

His cock had that distinctive odour of one not washed from earlier. I could taste some dried cum on the shaft and loved it. I already loved the way a cock twitches when being teased and I let Marco rub my face with it.

He was not as gentle as before. I knew I'd annoyed him by chickening out of anal with him. I concentrated on enjoying sucking his cock. I tried a new trick, getting the tip of my tongue into his cum slit, tasting the pre-cum as it flowed.

I applied heavy suction on his cock as he buried it into my throat.

"Look at you, you little faggot, you'll be begging me to fuck you before the week is through." Marco sneered.

I was already having second thoughts but kept my focus on draining him.

He held my head and let rip a torrent of cum that nearly choked me but I swallowed enough. Some escaped onto the sheets.

Marco was not in the mood now for hugs and kisses, he just got up and went to the toilet for a long pee.

When he returned, he started to get his clothes on.

"Why are you leaving, Marco." I asked pathetically.

"Why do you think. You led me on."

"No, no, I just need a little more time. It's a big step.".

"Huh! A day, a week, a month, a year? I could have been good for you but you've blown it."

As I heard the front door slam shut behind him, I looked at the picture of my wife and I, smiling away at some party and I knew inside, that things could never be the same again. Her husband was now a cocksucker and he liked it. No, he loved it!

We had spoken about having a threesome but I always wanted another woman, her another man, so it never got off the ground. Now, I'd be more than happy to accept another guy....as long as I got to suck him.

I lay on the marital bed and stroked furiously, my mind not on my wife but Marco's appetising cock.

I soon shot over my hand and instead of wiping the cum off with a towel, I slowly licked it from my fingers, savouring it like never before. I was definitely going out cock hunting again that night.

It was Saturday night and the Pink Flamingo was busy to say the least. I had queued to get in and I couldn't help but feel the doorman was thinking to himself 'here's that old faggot again,'

Graeme, the barman, flashed me a sexy welcoming smile but was too busy to chat and only had time to take my drinks order.

I still felt so nervous and alone when I felt a light hand on my shoulder.

"Hi Paul." the voice boomed.

I turned on my barstool and recognition hit me. It was Harry, a work colleague who was also married to my recollection.

In height and stature, he was my mirror image.

"Hi Harry!" My words faltering.

"What brings you here, Paul." he quickly asked, just beating me to the punch.

"The wife told me to meet her here after her shopping." I lied, unconvincingly.

"The same wife that's down at her mother's this week? He smirked, having caught me out.

I was lost for words but Harry continued, "Be honest, we're both here for the same thing."

I meekly nodded.

"I've never seen you here before, is it your first time? he asked quizzically.

"No, it's my second. My first was last night."

My eyes were looking down towards the floor. I could see he was straining, as his bulge was impressive.

He leaned towards me, his lips a fraction away from mine. seemingly, in limbo for what felt like an age. I surprised myself by pushing forwards, kissing him first, my tongue following fast.

"All I look for, is getting my cock sucked. The wife won't do it, says it's unhygienic."

"Let me!" I gasped, those waves of horny sluttiness washing over me.

"Finish your drink and go outside. Stand on the corner, I'll pick you up in my white BMW." At that he turned and left.

Graeme gave me a look of surprise but said nothing.

I drained my glass and took a deep breath. Here I go again. A slave to cock. I was excited but had butterflies in my stomach.

I made my way outside and sure enough, his car sat at the corner, the engine idling. I made a beeline to it and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Well I know your wife isn't home but I love getting serviced in my car. I know a few quiet spots."

Harry started to drive away and I rested my hand on his thigh.

"I've only sucked the once, well twice on the same guy, I'm not experienced." I felt the need to warn.

"Paul, all I care about is my cum hitting your slutty throat."

We drove to an industrial estate on the edge of town, hidden away in a corner.

We both sat silently for a moment, me unsure whether to make the first move. It was Harry who spoke first.

As he reached into his pocket he said "Wear this lipstick."

It was a bright red and had a strawberry taste and I was happy to comply.

I smacked my lips when I finished applying it and our lips met in a passionate exchange.

"You even kiss better than my wife." Harry said gently.

I fumbled with his belt and zip, eager to see my prize. My heart was pumping fast as I freed his hardening cock.

It wasn't as big as I thought or hoped, coming in at under 6 inches but I didn't care. It was a cock and tasted simply divine.

My tongue played with the tip, licking his salty pre-cum. My lips surrounded his helmet and I applied suction, making him moan loudly. I cupped his hairy balls as I sucked. I licked every inch of his tool, lovingly. I wanted his cum desperately but I didn't want to stop sucking.

I felt him stiffen his muscles in the seat and then he roared as his cock exploded in my mouth. I just kept sucking, somehow swallowing every spurt. I licked his cock clean and to end I planted a big kiss on the head.

"I enjoyed that Paul. You must do it again some time."

"With pleasure Harry. How about tomorrow?

He laughed at me. "Wow, you're really into it aren't you?"

"I can't deny it" I admitted "I've fallen in love with cock.

We cuddled for a couple of minutes, swapping the odd kiss, before he surprised me.

"Maybe next time I'll suck you too."

"Mmmm that would be nice." Before I could stop myself, the next words were out.

"Maybe you could fuck me too?"

"I've never fucked ass." Harry said, sounding excited.

"I've never been fucked, so it would be a first for both of us."

Harry dropped me off at just round the corner from my house, in case any nosey neighbours got suspicious.

I went straight into a hot bath and my thoughts would not leave the possibility of being fucked the next day.

I was on the verge of being fully turned and knew that the next day could see my life change forever.