The orgasm began suddenly and reverberated through my entire body. Every inch of my flesh tingled. I felt my sperm coursing though my throbbing cock as it shot into Ray’s mouth. He sucked eagerly, drinking my seed and swallowing every gush of it as it continued to fill his mouth. And then it happened! Ray’s hard cock began to swell in my mouth. The head of his pulsating cock was up against the opening to my throat and it began to shoot streams of his warm cum directly down my throat. Gagging at first, I backed away from the base of his cock and let the remainder of his seed empty into my mouth. Shot after shot of Ray’s cum filled my mouth near to overflowing. I sucked the last drops out of the opening of his throbbing cock and let the warm liquid remain in my mouth to savor the unique taste. Ray and I separated our spent bodies and we lay on our backs as our orgasms began to ease. I continued to hold his cum in my mouth, feeling the tingle of sensations of his seed, loving the taste; loving the feeling. Then, slowly, I let his juice slide down my throat. I rose and began putting on my clothes, still enjoying the taste of warm cum on my tongue.
Ray said, “I hope we can do this again.” I didn’t answer him.
The next day I felt as I usually do after a session with a man, hating myself, embarrassed and guilty. What if my wife, Jane, ever finds out? What if I get a disease? Why do I do this? What is in me that gives me this urge to suck a man’s cock? After I do it I swear that this is the last time. I’ll never do it again. I’ll fight the urge! But, after a few weeks I get that horny feeling and the more I let my mind think about it, about feeling that hard, yet pliable cock, pushing itself into my mouth and tasting the warm skin of it, my resistance falls away. Then I begin to search for another opportunity to fill my need.
It is a puzzle to me because, other than what I have just described, I am straight in every way. I’m married to a sweet, loving wife. We have a wonderful sex life. I have no problem going down on her, fucking her, loving her. She gives me blow jobs and I truly enjoy them. But I need to feel that cock in my mouth and I need to taste that warm cum that I suck out of it.
I sucked my first cock when I was in my early teens. I was camping with a buddy of mine. We started jacking off together. That led to experimenting with our bodies. We had no inhibitions. It was fun, exciting and it got better as we grew older. This kid, Bobby, and I tried about everything with each other. Besides sucking each other we tried anal with each other and it was great. We knew enough to be careful and keep our secret relationship quiet, but we had no guilt feelings about what we were doing. With us there was no kissing or cuddling, it was just sex. It lasted until we both went into the service and went our separate ways.
While in the Navy, I had a few experiences with guys, but then I found out how delicious a pussy was. Once I was turned on to sex with women, I was in heaven. I love how it feels to have my cock deep into a woman’s pussy, the feel of her breasts, and the warmth of her soft body against mine. And though I thoroughly enjoyed a man’s body, especially his cock and balls; I was never into kissing and snuggling with a guy. It was always just sex. I became very good friends with some of the men I had sex with, but I never felt I loved any of them.
My sex with men stopped when I became engaged and then married. For seventeen years my wife and I enjoyed each other in and out of bed. We had three children and were a normal family until, after seventeen years we tired of each other and we divorced.
I dated several women for a few years, never thinking about having sex with men until, one night, while I was having a beer in a local tavern, I had a conversation with a regular whom I knew only casually. He came to the bar on Friday nights. He said it was his night out. We talked about several things and had several beers. Eventually the conversation turned to sex. He told me he envied me being single. As men do, we got into the details about our sex life. I told him that sex with my ex wife had been pleasant, though not very dynamic. He said sex with his wife was getting boring. He complained that his wife would never go down on him, wouldn’t even try it. I asked if he ever had a blow job and he revealed to me that he had been having an affair with another married man until recently. The guy and his family moved away. This awakened me to the fact that I was not the only “straight” guy who enjoyed sex with a man. I confessed to him that I, also, had sexual experiences with men when I was younger. The more we talked, the hornier I became. He, John, shifted on his bar stool and I could see by the bulge in his slacks that he, also, was turned on by our conversation.
When the bar closed I invited him to my apartment. I opened a couple of beers and we talked some more. Eventually we began feeling each other through our clothes. I said, “We both know what we’re here for” and we got undressed. I led him to my bedroom and we climbed on the bed. He put his arms around me and began kissing me. I pushed him away and said, “Sorry, I’m not into that. I just want your cock.” We went into a 69 and began sucking each other’s cock. It was good and we continued for several hours. We both had cum twice in each other’s mouth and that was it. He left and I went to sleep.
The following year I married again. That ended my meetings with men. My wife Jenny and I were very happy. Over the next few years we had two children, a boy and a girl. Jenny was great in bed and there was nothing she wouldn’t try. We experimented with many things to keep our sex life interesting. Jenny was a knockout. She had nice 36c breasts that defied the laws of gravity, velvety smooth skin and a beautiful face that was almost always smiling. After about fifteen years of wonderful sex and fantasizing about the things we haven’t tried yet, we decided to join a swingers group.
It was exciting for both of us. We didn’t swing all that much and we were very careful, but after several times having sex with other couples, Jenny confessed that she never had a climax while being fucked or eaten in all the times we were swinging, except when her and I were having sex together. I asked if she wanted to give it up and she said, “No, it’s exciting and you make me cum several times when we get home and we have sex together. I don’t know why I can’t seem to cum with another guy. Maybe subconsciously I feel that I’m cheating on you even though you are getting laid at the same time. We have a date with Bob and Marie this Friday. Let’s see how that goes.”
Jenny and I rang the doorbell at their house. Jack and Irene both answered the door with smiles and handshakes. We were ushered into their living room where another couple was sitting, sipping cocktails. They were introduced to us as old friends. Apparently Bob and Marie had swung with them before.
“Jack and Irene dropped in a few minutes ago,” Marie explained.
Jack was tall, with broad shoulders. He was perfectly bald, with no hair on the sides. His wife Irene was very pretty. She had a small build and pert little tits. Her hair was jet black and fell to her shoulders. Jack explained that he and Irene had been friends with Bob and Marie for a few years. He smiled and winked when he added, “Intimate friends.”
“We just dropped in for a drink,” Irene added. “We didn’t intend to stay.”
