I had never really thought I would act out on any of my `impure' thoughts. Especially the ones that included homosexual sex acts. I mean, I was married (quite happily), 26 years old, looking forward to having children (soon) and living quite a normal life.
It was early September and friends of ours were having a party to celebrate their being pregnant. So of course, my wife and I went to the party. It was a very normal night, or so it seemed. The beers were flowing, people were having a good time and I was enjoying myself playing cards, drinking beers and hanging with my friends.
As the night wore on, and I got more and more buzzed, I found myself looking strangely at my friend who had just gotten his wife pregnant. Jeff was not the best looking guy in the world, but I found him attractive. For some reason, I kept picturing myself sucking his dick, and him returning the favor. A sort of `69' in my mind. It was extremely strange, as I wasn't accustomed to these feelings. Why was this happening to me? Why was I all of a sudden thinking about guys?
Or rather in particular, a guy, one who was my friend, a good friend since elementary school.
As the night wore down, most decided to go to sleep, including my wife. I found myself drinking beers with Jeff and a few other people at 3am. One by one, the others dropped of to bed until it was finally just Jeff and me. We started talking about how cool it was that he was going to be a father and how excited he was and how jealous I was that he was already pregnant and my wife and I weren't. We got to talking about sex, as was the norm with Jeff and just about everyone. He was known for making comments like "wouldn't it be cool if your wife and mine were making out upstairs and we walked in on them?"
Jeff began to change the topic to threesomes and how he would love to get another guy involved with he and his wife (but that couldn't happen now that they were pregnant). I asked if he was excited about the thought of watching his wife screw another guy and he responded "no, not really." I asked why then. He replied, "because I want to know what it is like to suck a guy's dick."
Stunned, I was silent for a few seconds. Jeff took this as a bad sign and stammered "I am sorry man, I shouldn't have shared that with you."
"It, ah, isn't so bad man," I replied. Not knowing what to say or whether or not to respond to this information.
"I just want to know what it is like, is that so bad?' Jeff asked.
"No, not really. But you're married and going to have a child soon," I replied.
"I know, but I still want to." He looked at me, almost like my wife did when we first started dating. I was paralyzed. Here was the guy I had been picturing sucking my cock all night, and he was staring at me as if he was going to kiss me. I couldn't move or say a word. As I said, I was paralyzed.
Jeff leaned over and gently put his hand on my dick. Which by the way had already started getting hard. I knew what was happening, wanted it to happen, but also did not want it to happen. What the hell do I do? "I am married for Christ sake," I thought to myself. But God, did it feel good to have Jeff's hand on my dick.
He slowly started to caress my dick through my jeans and looked deep into my eyes. I thought he was going to kiss me. He didn't. Not at all, not then, and not later that night. It didn't seem right, for us to kiss. So we didn't.
"We should go out back or somewhere that the girls, or anyone else can't walk in on us," Jeff said. I could only nod in agreement.
We went out back and decided to go for a walk. Being the northeast and September, it was a bit chilly. We didn't say anything, as we both had visions of what was about to happen.
We got to the park down the road and Jeff led me to the area behind the swing set. He sat me down and once again placed his hand on my dick. He began to rub it. I instantly got hard. I was incredibly aroused, so much more than I had been with my wife recently. Hell, this was new, exciting and something I shouldn't be doing. I knew I should stop it, but I didn't want to stop. I didn't want him to stop.
A bit about me. I am roughly six foot talk, 200 pound (a bit heavy for my height, but not overly so). I have greyish eyes and dirty blonde hair. I am a rather hairy guy. I never liked the hair, but apparently Jeff did. I had a very full chest of hair and an honest back full as well. My dick was a modest 6" long, with medium thickness. I was not anything to write home about, but I was fairly competent with my tool, or so said my wife. Jeff is slightly shorter than I (height wise) with green eyes and very blonde, almost white curly hair. He is thin and rather muscular for his build. His dick turned out to be a bit longer than mine yet thinner.
He began to unbutton my pants and lowered my zipper while staring me in the eyes. He mumbled "I have wanted to do this since 5th grade."
Out popped my dick and he began stroking me slowly. "Holy shit that feels awesome Jeff," I said. He leaned me back and pulled up my shirt. He went right to my left nipple and started licking and sucking like a pro. His wife was a lucky woman. He slowly moved down my goody trail until he arrived at my bush. He glanced up at me and questioned me with a look of `can I?' I murmured, "suck me Jeff."
And he did. If you know what pure bliss is, then you know what I felt as he took my cock into his mouth. He slowly bobbed his head up and down on my pulsating cock. I felt as if I could blow my load right then, not more than 15 seconds into the best blow job I had ever received. I didn't, I was able to regain control of myself and hold out. Jeff had his nose buried to my pubes. My wife had never taking me in that far. God this was the best head ever. I told Jeff that too. He simply said "uh-huh."
As he was bobbing up and down, me face fucking him, he grabbed my balls and gently began to run them with his fingers. Damn, Jeff was awesome, for a rookie he blew away any girl I had ever been with (no pun intended).
I suddenly realized that my dreams from earlier. I reached down and began to rub Jeff's already hard cock. Apparently he was enjoying giving me head. I unbuttoned his khakis and lowered his zipper. His 7" thin cock showed its beautiful head. I had to have his dick in my mouth, now. I pulled Jeff around so that his dick was poking me in the cheek. Jeff was going to town on my dick and I took his dick hungrily into my mouth. I had never had a man's cock in my hand before, let alone a dick.
His pre-cum was the sweetest taste I had ever experienced. The feel of his long, slender dick in my mouth was outstanding. He slowed his work on my cock as he began to enjoy head I was giving him. The feel of his dick going down my throat was the most exhilerating feeling I have ever had. I licked up and down his shaft and told him to keep working my dick (he had completely stopped).
I kept sucking his dick like I was on a mission to suck every ounce of cum from his beautiful cock. What a sight we must have been, two 26 year olds, sixty-nining on the grass next to a swing set. Jeff on top, head bobbing up and down, up and down. Me on the bottom, sucking and slurping his cock hungrily.
I told Jeff to keep on sucking as I was getting close to cumming. He advised he was on his way too. I told him I wanted him to cum first, he agreed. He slowed his pace on my dick and I hastened mine on his face-fuck tool. I sucked and licked his cum-hole and up and down his cock. He began to tense up and I new my work was about to pay off. I buried the head of his cock at the bottom of my throat and bobbed for my life. Jeff said "I am gonna cum" and I said I hoped so. He reached around and grabbed my ass as he tensed up and he shoved his finger up my ass. That was all I could take.
I thrust my dick back down his throat and pumped into his mouth like a jack hammer. Jeff tensed up and came a very large load into my mouth. I was certainly not sad about that fact. His cum was so sweet and warm. God I loved it. My orgasm was a mammoth load, probably the biggest I had ever shot. Jeff finally stopped cumming and sighed in relief. I too was finished cumming. We stayed there, for a few moments enjoying each other's cocks in our mouths. Somehow I knew this would never happen again.
We dressed ourselves, wiped off our mouths and faces and headed for his house. Once back to the house, we said nothing and went to bed -- separately, with our own wives.
We have never talked about that night since then. Although, I have certainly thought about my experience with Jeff that night, every time I have jerked of since then.
Am I glad I did it. I guess so. But there are pangs of guilt. Eventually, I will get over them. Eventually.