I surprised myself when I invited my work-friend Phil to come by on Friday for a beer. Phil and I weren't really friends, exactly, more friendly co-workers, but a beer after work is what co-workers do and how they might become friends. The fact that I invited him over wasn't what surprised me, it was that my wife was going out of town for a few days, so it'd be just him and me on Friday. Even that wasn't a big deal since guys hang out together all the time, so I have to admit that there was something else going on for me, a long-latent itch of bisexuality that I was trying to scratch. At the same time, I was 95% sure that Phil was completely straight, and nearly 100% sure that I would never have the nerve to do anything with him. All of which had me anxious and wondering if I would even be able to relax and just hang out with Phil, just drink a beer and shoot the shit, complain about stuff, and laugh with a buddy. Even though I knew it was a lame thing to do, I thought about cancelling, but then when I saw Phil at work on Friday he seemed really stoked about hanging out, said he was really looking forward to celebrating the end of a hard week with a couple beers. I was looking forward to it too - I had too few friends outside of our circle as a couple. This was a good thing, a thing my wife had encouraged, she had her women friends after all. It would be pathetic and kinda pervy to cancel because I thought I couldn't contain myself. Who was I kidding anyway - it wasn't like I was gonna jump on this guy or that he'd find fifty-something-years old me just irresistible!
Still, I was nervous as I was getting out of the shower after work that night and getting dressed. It'd be cool, I thought as I made sure there were clean glasses and cold beer, if we could even talk about sex. I never talked to anyone about that part of my marriage, or about sexuality in general really. I could feel myself tensing up about it all and thought that maybe a quick shot of something, tequila maybe, might help when Phil knocked on the door.
"Hey man," he said with a big grin and a bottle of... tequila in his hand. "I brought you something. Nice place, buddy!"
"I was just thinking about tequila! I even had a glass out and was looking for a lime when you knocked," I said, grateful for the coincidence and ice breaking, "It was kind of a shitty week, right?"
"You were gonna start without me? That's all right, but now I'm here," he set down the bottle and grabbed me in a big bear hug, "Good to see you away from the grind, man. Now let's have a drink!"
I poured us shots and opened beers and we were comfortable together right away, talking about my house and his, complaining a lot about work and a little about our wives. After a half hour or so I poured more tequila and suggested we head to the couch and TV.
"I think the game's on, " I said, grabbing the remote and hading it to him.
"Maybe not yet, but let's sit down anyway," he said, clicking through channels, "I'm kinda beat. Hey, where's the bathroom?"
"Right down the hall."
He must not have closed the door all the way because I could hear him pissing loudly. Just not used to hearing a guy piss in this house, I thought to myself, but it really sounded like quite the stream. Suddenly an image of him holding his cock, thick and heavy, with a gush of piss flowing from it flashed in my head. I fiddled with the TV to distract myself and sipped some tequila.
"Hey, the game is on," I yelled as I heard him finish. I don't really care about sports, but figured most guys do, and I do like to watch basketball. Phil came back, zipping up, and laughed as he sat on the couch with me.
"I don't really care about basketball," he said, echoing my thoughts and giving my shoulder a little shove, "so don't feel like you have to have this on for me. Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Sure," I said, turning down the volume but leaving the game on. I picked up my glass. "But first, a drink!"
We cheered and drank.
"Do you get horny as fuck when your wife is out of town? Sorry, I know that's kinda personal and out of left field, but since we're going to be friends, you should know that when I have a couple of drinks I do get personal. I can't help it, I just like to talk to a guy. I mean, why not, man? Who else we going to talk to about stuff if not our buddies, right?"
"I..." It was a lot to take in. I didn't know what to say but I must have looked ridiculous because Phil started cracking up.
"Dude, you have a hilarious look on your face! Don't freak out." He reached over and gripped my arm, "I'm just asking because I get so horny when my wife is away. And it's not like we really have sex all the time and then it's dry. I don't know. But, do you? Get all horny, I mean."
I couldn't believe it was happening, that he was talking about sex, just what I had hoped for but had lost hope that I'd find the courage to bring it up. And now he did. I had to say something quick or the moment might be lost.
"Yeah," I said, maybe a little loud, "I totally do. And yeah, it's not like there aren't dry spells when she is here, so it's not that. I guess for me it's that I am sorta free. Not like I could do anything. I mean, I could, but I wouldn't. But I do think about it and yeah, I get really horned up. I thought it was just me!"
"No, bro, not just you. I can't see getting with anyones else either but, right, it's the thought. Kinda wish I could switch that line of thought off, tell you the truth, cause it just leaves a guy all hard and hot."
I was glad, but a little blown away that we were talking like this. Did he just say hard? I felt a little stir, a little heat down there. Phil scooted back on the couch, adjusting his seat and tugging on his pant legs - could it be that he was feeling it too? Don't get ahead of yourself, I told myself, it's just talk and that's cool, it's great in fact. Working out some stuff with a buddy, like he said.
"But you can't. Switch it off I mean. There's a couple of things I'd hit that switch on if I could."
"You and I both know there is a way to switch horniness off, but too much porn and masturbation and you start to feel like a creep or something. Although actually," he looked over at me with a big smile, "I sometimes wonder if there is such a thing as too much. I've been doing it pretty regular since I was, what, thirteen, and do I look like a creep to you?"
We both laughed and sipped tequila, glanced at the game.
"True, you can flip that switch by, uh, hand. I guess I do end up in front of a screen with my pants down a lot, and when she's away, I don't have to be stealthy with the laptop, I can do it right here with the big screen!" I waved towards the TV where a well-muscled dude was dropping a shoulder and driving to the rim. Phil glanced at the couch, then at me.
"Oh sorry, too much information," Was I being gross? "I... I clean up. I mean, I don't sit here bare-assed. Um, I... We can sit somewhere else if you want."
Phil jumped up off the couch, turned with a shocked look on his face, then flopped back down, howling with laughter.
"No such thing as TMI as far as I'm concerned. I told you, I get personal. Anyway, I'm sure you're real tidy with a towel and wipes and all. Cum-stained couch - definitely not cool with the wife. Haha! Man, I'm no different," We were both sitting back, relaxed, "What kind of stuff do you like?"
"What porn you mean?"
"No, what kind of motor oil for your car," he said with a laugh, "Yes, Tom, I mean pornography. What gets you? Blowjobs? Uniforms? Anal? Fake tits?"
"God, the fake tits are so bad. No, I, uh..." I didn't want to tell him that I liked bisexual stuff, at least not right away, "Blowjobs, I guess. And cumshots."
"Facial guy!"
"Oh, you ever watch vintage porn? Some of that is great. There's kind of a story. At least they make an attempt. And people look more natural."
"Yeah, I love that stuff! I think I also like it because it reminds me of back in the day. Were you as permanently horny as I was? Dang," Phil took a pull from his beer, " and then when I found my dad's porn cassettes. Oh man! VCR, remember? I almost wore those tapes out! What was it...? This one that really got me... oh yeah! Barbara Broadcast it was called. Had the best blowjob ever! Y'know how now, the guy always like jerks off and finishes on her face? A nice, long, sloppy blow job and then the guy has to jerk himself off! No, in Barbara Broadcast this chick sucks the guys OFF! He's got his hands resting on this, like, bar and he never touches his cock. It's just her bobbing up and down on the dude's big dick, slobbering and sucking and then he just starts cumming. His cock pops out of her mouth for a second and squirts on her lips and face, then she takes him back in and slurps that shit up! Man, it's so hot. And funny, cause at the end she's got his jizz all on her cheeks and she looks up and goes, 'Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me'!"
My whole body, and especially my face, felt hot. I knew that movie. And the scene he just described - it was one of my favs as well. It was weird to think that we both got into watching, and jerking off to, the same scene in the same film. Like we shared that blow job or something. I wanted to tell him that I liked how thick and strong the guy's cock looked, how it curved down a little. How I fantasized not only about getting great head like that, but also giving it, imagining myself in her place, sucking that cock the very best I could, working on getting him off, feeling his cock throb and the warm semen on my cheeks and tongue. Tasting it. Swallowing it.
But it was too soon, or I was too chicken, to say all that. But I did want to keep heading in the direction we were going and picked up on what he had said about being horny back in the day and finding his dad's porn stash.
"My buddy and I found his dad's porn stash too and that one, Barbara Broadcast was in there so, yeah I know that scene. Sure do." Even though I told myself not to, my pants were getting tight and I adjusted myself. I noticed him notice. I forged ahead, "My buddy and I jerked off to that so many times. That, and another scene, from Debbie Does Dallas..."
"Oh, shit! I know that one too!" Phil laughed.
"...where this girl sucks a jock off in the library. She goes too deep and chokes a little and he's like, 'baby don't choke, stay alive!'" I just told him that I jerked off with my buddy. I didn't tell him what else my buddy and I did back then. This was crazy, but I liked where it was going. "Hey, you won't believe this, but I actually have those movies on DVD."
"Oh, I believe it. I could tell you were a nasty motherfucker," he said, chuckling, "from the first time we met. But hey, what guy isn't, am I right? Especially, like you said, or I said, we both said, back in those horny-ass days! I heard you say you jerked off with your buddy - heck, who didn't? Did y'all do more? I mean... oh, never mind. Maybe I'm getting a little drunk. Did you say you have Barbara Broadcast? Dude, let's watch it."
Now that this was really going to happen, I felt almost dizzy with nerves and excitement. I tried to hide my erection when I jumped up to get the video from my stash, but it wasn't really possible. Phil's eyes went form my bulging pants to my embarrassed face.
"It's cool man, I'm in the same state over here," he said, adjusting himself.
"It seems like I've been hard for days. Almost kinda hurts," I said, slipping the video into the player.
"Not good, buddy. Not good for your health to let that tension build up so much. Blue balls are real!" Phil said as the movie started, "And watching this, just watching? That is only gonna make it worse. If I can make a recommendation...?"
"Sure," I said, pouring us both another shot and trying to adjust my hard cock to a comfortable angle as I sat next to him on the couch.
"Okay. Instead of trying not to touch ourselves while this damn sexy movie gets us all hot and bothered, let's just jerk the fuck off right here!. I mean, we know we both do it, let's do it together, dude. Lots of guys jerked off with buddies when they were teens, I know I sure did, so why'd we stop?"
I was stunned, and thrilled, and couldn't seem to say anything for a minute. Luckily, Phil wasn't waiting for permission - he stood, undid his pants, and pulled both pants and underpants down to his ankles. He turned and there it was, another man's fully erect cock, something I had longed to see in person for too long.
"What do you think?" he asked, running a finger along the underside of his boner and making it twitch. He gestured to the TV with his other hand and laughed, "I'm no porn star, but not bad, right?"
How was this guy so casual, showing me his erection and laughing about it? Could it really be this way with a friend - sexual talk and even activity that's fun and completely unromantic? I sure hoped so. The hard cock that was just about busting out of my pants was sure of it! Clearly Phil was comfortable with it - he flopped back down on the couch, smiling and stroking his cock as he eyed the action on the screen.
"Not bad at all," I said, not in the habit of commenting on guys' cocks, but he did ask. I unzipped too (this was actually happening!) and lowered my pants and underpants, my hard cock springing up as I sat down next to him on the couch. Our hands were moving on our boners and our eyes were on the screen. Or they mostly were - I caught Phil sneaking a look at mine when I was sneaking a peek at his. We were full-on jerking off now, a couple of buddies trying to relieve the tension.
"Man, look at her move on that dick!" Phil said, panting a little and cupping his balls with the hand that wasn't pumping his own dick, "Girl knows how to suck cock, ya know?"
I did know, and I knew something else: I was going to have his cock in my mouth before the night was over. When would I get a chance like this again? I wasn't sure how I was going to make it happen, I just knew that I wanted it too badly to let it not happen. And I was pretty sure that he wanted it too. I just had to find the right angle, the right approach that didn't seem too, well, gay. Phil probably wasn't easily scared off, but I couldn't simply lean over and open up. At least, not yet.
"Yeah, she's making him feel real good, that's for sure," I agreed. "but she's not the best."
Phil looked up at me, surprised, "What do you mean? She seems do be doing pretty damn good. She's definitely getting the guy there - hell, she's getting me there, and nobody's even sucking my cock!"
Th suggestion that he might be getting anywhere close, that his cock might start throbbing and spurting cum before I had the opportunity to wrap my lips around it, told me to move things along quicker. And to slow him down a bit. He was still looking me in the eyes as I reached over and gripped his forearm, pausing his stroke. It was our first contact and though it was just hand to arm, I felt a current go through me. Phil felt it too.
"What do you mean?" he asked again, the question taking a different tone this time.
"I mean, they always say that guys are the best cocksuckers - they know exactly how it feels, how a wet warm mouth makes a cock feel. Men know how hard to suck, how fast to go, how to finish a guy off."
My hand was still on his arm and now I slid it down over his hand that was wrapped around his cock. He pulled his hand away and I replaced it with mine, gripping his hot boner firmly. He gasped.
"I guess they do say that," he said between heavy breaths as I began slowly stroking him, "Wanna see if it's true? Like, just to see? I mean we're not trying to be boyfriends or anything, but we can see if what they say is true. Like an experiment."
I was really liking where this was going. The feel of his cock in my hand - velvet-soft skin over steel-hard shaft - and the promise of how that same cock was going to feel when it was engulfed by my mouth, had me so turned on I thought I might faint. It was time.
"An experiment," I whispered, licking my lips and smelling his arousal as I inhaled and leaned in. " Yeah, let's experiment."
I broke off our eye contact as I went down. I had planned to tease his cock with some licks, but as I got near I simply opened wide and took him all the way in - I was hungry for that cock like I had never been hungry for anything. I was surprised at how hot it felt on my tongue. He tasted good - a little like sweat, a little like cum, a lot like sex - a flavor I had wanted to sample for so long - and now I had a mouthful. I started moving on him right away and loved hearing him moan and feeling his boner throb in my mouth as I bobbed up and down on it. I went a little deeper each time and was soon taking him in completely. My nose was buried in his curly pubes and the musk was dizzying. I found that I could fully swallow his thick cock and any worries I had about gagging were needless - it seemed I was a natural deep-throater. I was instantly and overly proud of myself for something I never dreamed I would be: sucking cock!
Phil's reached over, gripping and stroking my straining dick, but as I got a good mouth and hand rhythm going on him, he left off. Like I said, all that time waiting and fantasizing about cocksucking had made me a natural. I felt his hand land on the back of my head and he began thrusting up into my mouth as he pushed lightly down. I loved the feel of his shaft throbbing in my wet mouth, and the way the flared head slipped past my lips, over my tongue, and into my throat, but I wanted to get us both in a more comfortable position. I lifted off of him, reluctantly letting his cock slip from my lips and smack wetly against his belly.
"Since we're doing this," I said, looking at his flushed face, which showed a combination of confusion, vulnerability, and lust, "Don't worry, I'm not done, but since we're doing this, since I am, uh... "
Why I was getting nervous now, having just had my buddy's cock in my mouth, I didn't know. It was stupid. It flashed through my mind that I was now a confirmed cocksucker. Might as well own it.
"I liked that," I started again, "sucking your cock, and unless you're gonna get up and leave right now, I plan on doing it some more."
"I'm not going anywhere!" he said quickly.
"Okay, I just want to get in a better position so I can do it right," I said moving onto the floor to kneel between his legs. We both still had our pants around our ankles and I should have stopped to take them off, but I didn't want to wait that long to have his dick back in my mouth. He spread his legs as best he could.
"Yeah," he panted, a glazed look in his eyes, "do it right, buddy."
I went back down, picking up where I'd left off with a solid rhythm, my hand cupping his balls and my nose touching his curly hairs on the downstroke. He groaned and I knew he wouldn't last long and that was fine by me - I was now eager to see him shoot. I wasn't sure if I wanted it in my mouth, but I very much wanted him to feel the pleasure and to know that I was the one giving it to him.
"Getting close, man," he moaned. I picked up my pace to show him that I was going to take him over the edge. My lips were tingling and his cock swelled and jerked. His hand was back on my head, guiding me to where he needed to go, his hips beginning to thrust up, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I stayed right with him as I heard him moaning more now and breathing hard.
"I... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum! Watch out, man, I'm gonna..." I looked up at his face, saw the tension there, the near-pain of being right on the cusp, every nerve firing, an instinctual lust driving him to do what a man does - spurt his hot, potent seed deep inside. "Here it comes..."
I took the first shot on my tongue tasting his spunk before swallowing it down without even thinking. I pulled off him for the second blast so I could watch as his cock throbbed and pulsed and spurted cum. It splattered across my lips and cheek as I went back down to take the rest of his load into my mouth. He grunted and spent himself into me. I wasn't ready to swallow his entire load - there was quite a lot - so I let drip out of my mouth and back onto his cock. I liked the way it looked, all covered in goo and still hard and twitching a little.
"How was that?" I asked, all fake innocence, "Is it better when a guy sucks your cock?"
Phil smiled down at me and I must have made a quite a sight: his cum-covered cock right in front of my face, his fresh seed still dripping from my lips.
"That was great, but we can't be sure yet," he answered, reaching down and squeezing the last drops of semen form his just-beginning-to-droop cock, "The experiment isn't complete until we get your feedback too. Plus, a guy should never be left, um, hanging, so give me a few minutes and let's see what you think when I return the favor, my friend."
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