MARRIED GAY MEN GROUP I
There was a little tavern in the "Museum Section" of Pittsburgh that I sometimes visited on the way home after work. It wasn't a gay bay per se but there were a fair number of gays that frequented the place. There was a small bulletin board in the entranceway with notes thumb tacked thereon: advertising businesses, looking for dates, and support groups, among which was The Married Gay Men Group. There was a local phone number attached and while I sipped my beer I thought that might be interesting so I called it. The fellow who answered, Phil, in response to my inquiry explained that a group of married, to women, men met from time to time to talk over problems and experiences and indeed to be a support group. Then he asked a bunch of questions like it was a job interview: how old was I (39) what work did I do (Vice President of a local insurance agency) where did I live (Sewickley, a high end suburb) on and on. Finally, he said he thought I would fit in fine and invited me to the next meeting one week later. Oh by the way, the men met naked, discussed various issues for about an hour and a half beginning at 2PM and there was time for a little play at the end. Towels to sit on, beer, wine, pop and snacks would would be provided and if I wanted to bring along something to share that would be nice.
The week's wait seemed interminable. I brought a can of peanuts and Phil shook my hand at the door at 1:50 and there were about ten guys there. By 2:10 the number was fifteen. When I shed my last piece of clothing I had a full boner. I wasn't alone. At least half the men were hard and it felt great to be boned up in front of guys without trying to hide it. There was a man about my age sitting on a loveseat with an empty seat next to him. I stuck out my hand, said my name was Don and asked if I might join him. "Assuming you are asking figuratively, the answer is yes. Irv's the name, please sit." I did so, and he turned with a smile and said, "You have a lovely penis." I didn't know how to answer that so I just thanked him, sat and made small talk.
Phil called the meeting to order and explained that the newbies would be asked to share their marriage situation and how they had come to realize their gay proclivities. Ed went first and in brief said that he had always known he was gay but wanted kids and wanted a conventional married life. His wife had borrowed his computer, found a letter he had wriitten to his gay lover praising him for his last blowjob. They were now in counseling and hoping to avoid divorce.
I said my marriage was going OK but after our first child was born my wife's libido dropped a lot and after the second one it had all but disappeared. My relief was to read and watch porn. After a while I became aware that rather than watching pussies I had begun to concentrate on cocks and to replay the cumshots over and over. On the infrequent occasions I had sex with my wife I couldn't even climax unless I closed my eyes and pretended I had a man under me. I didn't want to jeopardize my marriage so my only experience with gay sex was to visit a gay bathouse on an out of town trip. It was pretty exciting, but way too anonymous. I mean sticking your tool through a hole in the wall of a little booth and wondering what kind of a guy was going to to what kind of a thing to it just didn't do it for me. I did do a mutual masturbation but even then I was stewing about did the last cock in the other guy's hand have herpes or worse. "So here I am, pretty convinced I'm more gay than straight but unwilling to give up my family and a decent, If asexual marriage."
Others talked about their marriages, problems, what had transpired since the last meeting, asked for advice and some described sexual experiences they had enjoyed, or not, since last month's get together. His loveseat partner Irv, was a psychologist from a local hospital and had an occasional comment when asked. He seemed quiet, insightful, had a sense of humor and was a definite addition to the meeting. Shortly after 3:30 the formal part of the meeting adjourned.
Two guys got dressed and left, some went to the snack table and some began to touch in various ways. "So your experience is limited. What would you enjoy?", Irv said, staring at my cock pointing about forty five degrees toward the ceiling, the foreskin covering about half of the glans.
I told him that I was fascinated with ejaculations and I'd like to jack him off. He said, "Happy to oblige, but first satisfy my curiosity. Uncut men are a rarity these days and I'd like to see the whole head on that thing. Oh, my. When his hat is off he has a truly heroic head."
By now Irv was hard, his cock bending a bit toward the left. The head, rather than being substantially thicker than the shaft like mine, was smaller and pointed but it's overall length looked to be maybe two inches longer than my seven incher. "You may have a smaller hat size but your overcoat sure needs to be an extra long.", I said, and began to stroke his tool. Glancing around, there were two couples doing oral sex, one threesome doing a circle jerk and two couples doing mutual masturbation but my attention was pretty much firmly fixed on Irv's dick. It was long enough to do with two hands but I just used one. He was watching the other guys and then he too shifted his attention to his own tool and in a few moments I felt it pulse in my hand and it began to spurt. The first shot went up about six inches, the second maybe a foot and the rest gushed out and ran down my hand. "Nice.", he said, "That felt very nice."
He used some of the spilled cum as a lube for my boner and he stroked it very gently. He seemed to be fascinated by my very turgid cockhead and gave it extra attention. God but it felt good, but having watched him cum and the others around us now erupting got me red hot in a hurry. I squirmed as I approached my orgasm and then I blew. The cum zzziiiippping through my cock felt more like a solid than a liquid and I let out an "AAAARRGH!" He let go of me with the first spurt which was mostly precum, licked it off his han,d and watched my tool jerk and squirt and squirt and squirt until I was finally empty.
"My, I can't be sure, but I think you really enjoyed that.", he said. "And I wonder how you'd like oral pleasuring. Maybe at the next meeting we could try that?"
"I'd very much like to do that, but the next meeting is a month away and that seems like an eternity to me."
Irv: "Well, I work Monday evening until 10:00 and take Wednesday afternoon off, so if you'd like to drop by my office about 12:30 Wednesday my secretary will be gone...."
I was there at 12:30 on the dot. The doc gave me a big smile, a hug and locked the door. "So, is your interest in being the sucker or the suckee?", he said.
"Well, both, but I guess if I had to make a choice I'd like to be the sucker first and then the suckee. I've spent hours thinking about it but not having any experience, you'll have to give me some tips along the way." We both got naked and we were both hard. He sat in his chair, I got on my knees and started to suck that lovely sword of his. When his precum started to ooze the taste was pure ambrosia.
"Use your tongue to lap around. Ah, yes. Feels nice. Concentrate on the head, that's where most of the sensation lies. I like it. You have natural talent." I sucked, lapped, rolled his balls around, and it wasn't long before he said, "Oh damn. It never lasts long enough." His hips lurched driving his cock deep in my mouth and a wave of warm jizz flooded my tongue. Surprised, I pulled my head off and watched his tool gush a substantial load. "Ah, thank you, that was lovely. Do me a favor and bring that Kleenex box over here so I can wipe up this mess. And by the way, for a beginner you scored very high on my fellatio scale. Now let's see if I can pay you back."
His sucking was indescribable. He did what he asked me to do, but his tongue was like a live snake attacking my cock. The he began to roll his head around so my dickhead was banging all around the inside of his mouth. I wanted it to last forever but it was less than five minutes before I started to whine. "Oh boy, I'm getting close..." He exchanged his mouth for his fingertip and began to gently massage the frenulum on the underside of my rock hard dickhead. "Oh, I'm so close....come on make me cum!" But he didn't. Instead his massage got slower and lighter. "Oh, God, I can't stand it! LET ME SHOOT!" But he just smiled and tickled. Then finally POW! My organ jumped off his fingertip and the first hot wad of semen raced through it and rose about two feet in the air. We both watched, fascinated as my cock leaped and spurted, and spurted, and spurted for a half dozen times. When only a thin trickle of thin trickle of cum dripped down my tool he bent over and licked it clean.
Irv: "I certainly hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. You have a delicious penis. I've only tasted a few uncircumcised ones, they all tasted different and yours got the blue ribbon. I only work until noon on Saturday..."
I said, "I'll find a substitute for my tennis game and see you at noon."
TO BE CONTINUED