BOYS NIGHT IN My First Gender-Curious Blow Job
Our wives have gone to the movies. They always do on Thursdays. It's become a bit predictable. We - that is, you and I - sometimes go out to a bar in the city and watch Georgina, a beautiful drag artist, very sexy. But tonight we decide to stay in. We have a couple of beers and soon get happy, but bored - until we start talking about sex, which is pretty good fun and somehow inevitable when we get together.
Because I'm a bit loosened up by the alcohol (we've both sunk quite few `Buddies') I ask you a personal question - whether you've ever imagined your wife going down on another woman? You blush and say, "Sometimes."
I tell you that I think about it a lot, and I even imagine my wife Helen, going down on your wife Sally. I can see it strikes a chord with you too. I ask you if you ever masturbate when you're thinking about it. You grin and sip your beer, avoiding the answer for the moment. Your shyness is both amusing and endearing. I admit to you that I enjoy a good wank at the thought of the girls licking each other out.
I confide in you that one of my favourite fantasies is your Sally and my Helen, coming back from the movies in the car and pulling over into a quiet spot off the road and... well, you know... getting down to it basically. It really turns me on.
"Me too," you say, blushing some more.
"Fancy watching a porno?" I say.
"Sure, why not?"
You always get a bit daring after a few beers.
I crack us another couple more Buds and put on a DVD. A work mate has let me borrow this one, but I've not seen it yet. I wanted to watch it when we were together, like tonight, at my house, when we were both fresh to it. It's called `Any Which Way', but not the Clint Eastwood version where his best friend is an orang-utang.
This one features a couple of high-school sweethearts who visit the girl's aunt and uncle at their big house in the country, little suspecting that they are about to be educated in the pleasures of bi-sex.
First comes a session of normal sex. The aunt sidles up to the boy on the sofa and kisses him, encouraging him to feel her rather large breasts, but only through her clothes.
Meanwhile, the uncle has his niece sitting on his lap while he feels her up. Her skirt rides up and the camera zooms in to a flash of white panties barely covering her crotch. She seems to be enjoying herself immensely, judging by her expression. They all remain fully-clothed and indulge only in heavy-petting. They go no further at this stage. Soon they swap around. The woman takes the girl, and the man takes the boy.
The aunt then seduces her niece on the sofa and strips her in front of the men who take out their cocks and start to masturbate over the women. After a while the uncle persuades the young man that it would be quite nice to masturbate each other, which they do with some enthusiasm, and soon they both shoot their pearly white puddles over the ladies' bare skin. It's not long before both sets of couples are engaged in really hot, gay sex which culminates in a kind of bi-sexual daisy-chain. The uncle stands nonchalantly with his hands on his hips while having his cock sucked by the boy who is kneeling subserviently before him. The niece is licking her uncle's shaven arse while straddling the face of her aunt, who in turn is lying on her back eating her pretty young niece's cunt.
It's too much for me and I take out my cock, rub it a few times to get it nice and hard, and then I stand in front of you while you remain seated in the armchair. You look amazed at my audacity and cannot speak. I get hold of your hand and encourage you to do it for me. You oblige and it feels wonderful, for me at least.
"Come on, J, suck me off, you faggot. You know you want to swallow my thick, peppery cum, you naughty boy..." I hear me saying the words but cannot believe it is me saying it. Where did that come from?
You blush hotly and remain reluctant to take this next step. I feel I can't back down now and lose face. I know I would feel embarrassed at my failed attempt to seduce you.
I get up real close, so my prick is throbbing and bobbing right before your eyes. I clasp the back of your head and exert a little pressure.
"No Paul, I don't think I can..."
"Come on, J. Don't make an idiot of me. Just try it."
I pull him in close so that his lips are resting on it. It's weird, a bloke's mouth right against my sex when it should be woman. My cock is so hard it hurts. I'm really up for it, so I put some more pressure on the back of his head, urging him to do the honourable thing. And suddenly, while watching the pre-cum accumulating on my knob, it slides in between his lips, followed quickly by a goodly length of shaft which momentarily gags him and he draws back.
"Take it easy," I tell him. "Take it slowly... get used to it first." And in it slides again.... and again... and again...He resists the urge to gag and settles down.
I move slowly against his face, kind of gently fucking his mouth until I feel him taking over and sucking me of his own accord. It feels supreme, my first gay-curious blow job. I close my eyes for the most part, occasionally opening them to watch his head moving against my groin. God, this is so weird, so horny. Because it's kind of taboo, it's exciting.
Now and again little suction noises escape from his mouth. It really turns me on. J sucks so powerfully on me that sooner or later I believe he'll tear the damn thing out by its roots. His teeth graze across my foreskin reminding me this is no dream.
I can feel myself getting close. My face is hot and my heart beats fast and loud in my ears. There's a building of tension, of lust and emotion as I pass the point of no return and my cum suddenly spurts into J's hot mouth. He recoils in surprise, spitting me out, and now my sperm, still flowing, catches him full in the face. There is such intensity, and raw power in my ejaculation that I fear it may not stop. I watch him, drowning in the stuff, eyes closed and lips tight, resigned to his fate, yet somehow joyous in the warm balm that streaks his handsome features. My guts melt away into my legs as my long orgasm drains my balls of fluid and temporarily robs my body of any further feelings of virility.
J coughs and splutters. Crystals of spent cum glisten on his eyebrows and on his lashes like morning dew. I run my fingers through his tousled fair hair, miraculously free of cum considering the state of his face, and kiss the top of his head as if this will somehow make everything better.
I cannot believe what I've done -- what we have done.
"Oh, Jeeze! I'm sorry, guy." I'm suddenly consumed with unfathomable guilt, shame and irrational panic. I cannot yet bear to look him in the eye. I don't know whether he is looking at me or what he's thinking. I feel regret and sickness. I shouldn't have done it. How does he feel? Does he hate me? I tuck myself in and offer J my handkerchief. My hand shakes.
It is then that I hear a key engaging in the front door lock...