TO THOSE WHO WAIT
(The essence of this story is based on actual events; the names, places and situations have been altered to protect the guilty.)
What's the old saying? All good things come to those who wait. Well I guess that applies to this story.
It started back in June of 1990. At the time I was a 30-year old lawyer who had just made partner in a relatively small Manhattan law firm specializing in criminal law. As the least senior of six partners, supervision of summer interns fell to me.
That year's crop consisted of four law students, two men and two women. One was from Columbia Law School, two from NYU and one from Brooklyn Law. The one from Brooklyn was named Michael Falcone. He had just completed his first year, was very bright with not only a very macho appearance, but also a personality and attitude to match. There was an immediate, almost palpable tension between us.
It was subtly obvious to me, from the start, that he was uncomfortable with the fact that I was an openly gay man. He had grown up in an Italian neighborhood and culture that did not allow for a man being anything but terminally heterosexual. In his world a queer was a simpering fairy who curled hair or decorated houses. Encountering a successful lawyer who looked and acted "straight," but made no bones about being a cocksucker was, to say the least, unnerving to him.
For my part, I was repulsed by his 1950s mind-set, while at the same time being intensely attracted to his raw masculinity and manly good looks. At 21, he stood just a hair under 6' with an incredibly solid 200-pound body that no business suit could help disguise. His hair was shiny, thick and shoe polish black accentuating his dazzling blue eyes. Physically, from my perspective, he couldn't have been much better. His smug arrogance, however, grated my nerves. Though I was certain he was totally straight and beyond my power of seduction, I was determined to at least tame his overconfidence.
While I supervised all four of the interns, Michael became my exclusive assistant that summer. I set it up that way, I guess in part, because I have a streak of masochism in me. Over the 10 weeks we worked together we developed a grudging mutual respect. I was impressed by his intelligence; he had a sharp mind with an almost intuitive grasp of the law. I could also tell that he was developing a genuine respect for me as a lawyer, even if he had to force himself to discount the fact that I was a fag.
I think he was also surprised that I didn't try to put the moves on him. Like so many heterosexuals, he assumed that any gay guy would. Though we often worked together alone, evenings and Saturdays, I never did. I'll admit it wasn't easy, especially when he'd wear jeans or shorts on the weekends, displaying an almost obscene crotch bulge. Like so many men and women who are cock lovers, I have an almost obsessive craving for big dicks, but I controlled myself.
By the end of the summer I guess it would be fair to say that we almost liked each other. I know that I'd grown fond of him without regard to his sexual appeal and in spite of his homophobia. He had become comfortable enough to ask if he could return the following summer. Of course I was happy to grant the request.
By the end of the second summer we'd become friendly enough so that our conversations extended beyond just the law. He conceded that knowing me had begun to change his perceptions about gay people and I could see that he was moving beyond his old prejudices and conservative precepts. We actually spent some time together socially and he introduced me to his girl friend, Carla. At the end of the summer my firm (at my urging) offered him a job as an associate to begin after his graduation the following June.
Mike joined the firm and its fair to say that he blossomed both as a lawyer and a human being. Our friendship grew and deepened. Before long he seemed totally comfortable with my life style, to the point that we would double date, he with Carla and me with whatever boyfriend I had at the time. By the end of his first year we'd actually gotten to be close friends to the point where we could even joke about our individual sexual exploits, both past and present. I even told him if he ever decided to take a walk on the wild side I wanted the right of first refusal.
He laughed and said, "If I ever go that way, I promise you'll be the first."
Mike and Carla were married the following July and I was pleased when he asked me to be one of his groomsmen. When Mike Jr. was born 10 months later, I was honored when asked to be the godfather. Our friendship was solid and I was virtually part of the family. At the same time my lust for him increased incredibly. I wasn't in love with him, fortunately I had enough sense to know that there was no possibility of his becoming my life-partner, but I was almost obsessed with the idea of sucking his cock. He'd admitted that there was nothing in the world that he enjoyed more than a good hum job and I also knew that Carla wasn't particularly skilled in providing him with his favorite pleasure. "She tries," he'd say, but I'm just too damned big for her to handle
My response was "bragging doesn't become you," and we'd both laughed. Of course that only revved up my desire to pleasure him. Over the years I shot literally gallons of cum imagining what it would be like to give him the ultimate blowjob. Still I kept my thoughts and desires to myself. Even if I thought I could have him, which I still didn't think was possible; I felt a definite loyalty to Carla, who was now also my close friend. And so it went. Mike was a full partner in the firm, he had become my best friend and his family was close to my heart.
Then right after Christmas, Mike, Carla, Little Mike and I went off on a holiday vacation to the Turks and Caicos in the West Indies. My godson, who was now seven, and I shared a room while Mike and Carla had the one adjoining. It was during that week that I picked up on the fact that all was not well between them. I spent most of my time entertaining Little Mike while the two of them went their own way, but I sensed a definite tension.
When we returned to New York I asked Mike if all was well, but it was very clear that he didn't want to talk about it. To the casual observer everything appeared to be as it had always been, but I knew better. So I wasn't exactly shocked when I got a late night phone call from Mike on Valentine's Day asking if he could come to my apartment and spend the night.
When he arrived I could tell by the look on his face that disaster had struck. We sat in the living room and in time, with the help of free flowing Chivas, he told me that Carla wanted a divorce; that things had not been going well for over a year and that they hadn't had marital relations in over six months. I let him pour out his sorrows and then when he had exhausted himself and was too drunk to go on I tucked him into the guestroom bed. The temptation to take advantage of the situation and relieve his sexual tensions crossed my mind, but like a good friend I took to my own bed and with the help of my right hand eased my own sexual stress. For the next three months, until Mike found his own place, he lived with me. During this time I jerked off more than I ever had since being in high school. The only way I could manage having the vulnerable object of my lust living with me was to take matters in hand two or three times daily.
Over the next six months Mike learned that Carla, despite her protestations to the contrary had fallen for another man. I personally thought she'd lost her mind, but then I've never understood women. Mike was a mess. While he wanted to hate her he couldn't get over her. His attempts at dating other women or even getting laid were highly unsuccessful. I mean, most women, even those just looking for sex, don't want to hear about how the guy putting the moves on her is hopelessly hooked on another female. For my part I just listened to his tales of whoa, bided my time and hoped. I guess I was waiting for him to get horny enough to ask me to help him out, but that never happened.
Then last month, right after Labor Day we were scheduled to represent our firm at a law conference in San Diego. We were both booked into the Hyatt and were happy to be traveling together. Though we'd requested rooms next to each other when we arrived he was placed on the 7th floor while I was on the 14th. There were two other groups at the hotel and we had to settle for what we got. The conference went along uneventfully and we socialized with other lawyers from around the country, going out to restaurants and bars, always with others.
Then on Thursday, we'd both attended an evening seminar on the death penalty that ran well beyond 11:00. We'd grabbed a quick bite to eat earlier, but after the late session neither of us felt like walking into town to go drinking. As we were walking back to our hotel, alone for one of the few times that week I decided to go for broke. I mean the idea hit me and it was on my tongue and out of my mouth before I even had a chance to stop myself.
"So, would you like to come up to my room for a night cap and a great blow job?" I said and then added a chuckle to give me the cover of "only joking."
I think his answer and reaction were as spontaneous as had been my question. There was an instant of slightly surprised look on his face, but then he grinned and said, "why the fuck not? If you're willing and don't expect me to return the favor, why the fuck not?"
All I said was, "let's go, I've waited for this for the last 12 years." We didn't say anything more; we just walked the rest of the way grinning like little boys who had a naughty secret.
When we finally got to my room Mike sat down on one of the two club chairs while I headed to the mini-bar to fix us each a drink, I figured that we both needed to relax before moving our friendship to a sexually intimate level. Ironically I was more nervous and uptight than he.
"I've been thinking about something like this for a while now, going back to when I was bunking in with you, but it's kind of strange to come out and ask your buddy to suck you off, especially when you're talking about a one sided kind of a thing. But hell, you know how much I like a good blowjob and you've always bragged about how good you were at it. I was hoping you'd make the offer, but I'd just about given up hope."
I laughed. "So you don't have any hang ups about giving it to a guy?" I asked.
"I'm not a kid any more and besides I'm hornier today than I was 18 and still a virgin. You know I actually had a wet dream about a week ago, that's how bad it's gotten."
"Well I sure wish I'd have known that a long time ago." I handed him a glass with scotch on the rocks, sat down on the end of my queen size bed and took a sip out of my glass. Mike was obviously not in the mood for small talk. He swirled the ice cubes in his glass and then downed its contents in one gulp.
"No sense beating around the bush, we both want this so let's get to it," he said with a grin. He stood and kicked of the loafers he was wearing and began unbuckling his pants. "If it's OK with you I'd prefer to get naked and just stretch out on the bed."
"Sounds good to me," I said. Now that the moment had arrived I was surprised to find myself reluctantly shy. "Why don't I go into the bathroom and get comfortable while you get ready."
"If that's the way you want it," he chuckled.
I went into the bathroom and removed my shorts, polo shirt, shoes and socks. I decided that since Mike was just straight trade it would be best to leave on my boxer shorts. I was 42, but I felt like a kid about to get a taste of sex for the first time. I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.
Mike had shut off most of the lights; only a soft glow from the desk lamp lit the room. There was certainly enough light for me to take in the beauty of the man waiting for me on the center of the bed. My first thought was that Carla had to be certifiably insane. Though he was 33 he was every bit as awesome as he had been 12 years earlier. His regime of working out five days a week resulted in a hard, defined body that took my breath away, but it was the sight of his cock that totally dazzled me.
It was worthy of a place in the Cock Hall of Fame. It was obviously hard, tautly stretch against his stomach and reaching up to his navel. It was a good 8 inches but in girth it was as round as small Italian salami. Now I understood why Carla couldn't give good head, there were very few cockmen I knew who could handle a slab of meat that size, and fortunately I was one of them.
Mike looked at me and smiled, "hope you're not scared off by the size, I've had women actually afraid to deal with it."
"Are you kidding? I've dreamt about that cock for years and it's just as I'd hoped it would be, only better. Get ready kid 'cause you're about to get the hum job of your life."
He grabbed it with his right hand, bringing it into an upright position. "It's all yours buddy."
I came at him from the foot of the bed and he cooperatively opened his legs to allow be in between them. I knelt on the bed and then bowed in worship toward the object of my lust. I replaced his hand with mine giving the shaft a few slow strokes as I tongued his meaty balls. I was thrilled when he moaned with pleasure. I feasted on them while my hand teased his cock. I wanted him to be at a fever pitch. Ever so slowly I moved my tongue away from his balls and ran it up the thick, hard, straight shaft until I'd reached the helmet shaped head where I lapped up the male honey that was running out of his piss slit. Then with no further preliminaries I swallowed that sucker to the hilt.
From his reaction it was clear that no one had ever managed to do that before and that was only the start. I showed him what a cock loving man knew how to do for another man and he loved it.
"Oh my God, nobody has ever made my cock feel this good. Jesus, you have to be the best fucking cock sucker on the planet!" Mostly he just moaned and groaned, while I ate every inch of his turgid meat. I'd only been at it for a minute or so when he grabbed a pillow, put it over his face and screamed into it. Then I felt his body go ridged, his cock swell and squirt after squirt flood my mouth with incredibly thick gobs of cum, a mind-blowing mixture of sweet and tart, pure male essence. I swallowed fast and kept on pumping up and down on the fat pole not wanting to miss a single drop. The only complaint I had was that the entire experience was so short-lived. I continued to caress the wondrous cock with my tongue and lips waiting for it to soften and go limp, but it remained as stiff as ever. Finally he pushed me away, gave a deep sigh and propped himself up on his elbows.
"Hey Buddy, give me a break and let me catch my breath. That was about the most awesome orgasm I've ever had."
I looked up directly into his eyes. "Well we're even then, because this is the most awesome cock I've ever sucked."
We both grinned, each of us pleased at the other's compliment. Then he said, "if you're up to it I know I can go another round if you wait a couple of minutes. That is if you want."
"Shit man, I can suck this beauty for as long as you can keep it up."
With that I returned my face to his crotch and began to lave his balls with my tongue. He fell back and let me have my way with him. After I'd completely saturated his ball sac with saliva I decided to push the envelope just a little more. I put a hand under each of his legs and pushed them up in the air, he gave no resistance and I proceeded south with my eating, first munching on the tender area between his balls and his ass as he groaned with pleasure. Then I moved a little lower and assaulted his tight rosebud with the tip of my tongue. The effect this had on him was electric. The moaning rose in pitch to groans of animalistic ecstasy. Between rapid shallow breaths he managed to say, "God. . . Oh my God. . . I've heard. . . about . . . this. . . never imagined it could be this great. . . don't know. . . how much I can take."
I barely heard him. I was losing myself in that unique pleasure one man receives in making another loose sexual control. I loosened him up and then proceeded to bury my tongue into him, darting it in and out, fucking his virgin manhole with my tongue. Knowing I was the only person to ever venture into this forbidden zone sent a thrill through my entire body ending in a surge down my own cock, it became so hard I thought the skin might split. For his part Mike was groaning, his body writhing in response to my actions. When I thought he could take no more I released his legs and moved back to his cock.
I took it into my mouth once again, but this time without the urgency of the first time. I sucked it slowly, sensuously, making passionate love to it. In my mind it became a disembodied object, it was just this perfect cock and I. I pleasured in it, drank down the copious stream of crystal liquid pouring out of it. I prayed that I'd died and this was heaven, a pastime that would last an eternity. Unfortunately that wasn't to be. After 10 minutes of this erotic reverie Mike's groans of pleasure increased in intensity, his body tensed awakening me from my dream-state in time to recognize the impending explosion. I felt his meaty head expand against the walls of my throat and pulled back in time to receive his precious load. It pumped out every bit as strong, thick and plentiful as the first. I allowed it to fill my mouth and I bathed the tube from whence it came in its own juice. Slowly by degrees it began to soften, as Mike whimpered. When it was fully soft I let it slip from between my lips and only then did I swallow his offering.
I stood up on rubbery legs and Mike sat up in bed still looking somewhat dazed.
"What can I say?" He said. "That was the greatest!" Then he glanced down and laughed. My cock was sticking ramrod straight out of the fly of my boxers. "I think you'd better lie down on this bed and take care of that thing."
Who was I to refuse? He moved over and let me lie next to where he was sitting and without any ceremony fisted my cock and began pumping away. Mike unsure of just what to do reach over and began tweaking my nipples. That's all it took. I sent one, two, three geyser gushers of cum high into the air. Mike jumped back to avoid the fall out and soon my stomach and chest were splattered with the result of my intense orgasm.
I looked up at Mike and he was smiling at me. "I guess we both needed that."
"That Boy is the understatement of the year. I just hope it doesn't change anything between us."
Mike considered this statement and with a sly grin said, "it doesn't change the way I think about you or respect you. . . but I hope it changes the way we interact with one another."
I didn't really understand what he meant and said, "Come again."
He laughed, "sorry I don't think I can come again, at least not right now, but that's my point. I hope this isn't just a one-night stand. Those were the two most awesome blowjobs of my life and I sure would hate to think this was a one-time thing. Hell even if I get married again I'd like to know that we could have special times together."
I didn't need to think it over. "Buddy, you can have that kind of 'special time' anytime you want for as long as you want."
"Great," he said, "then if you don't mind I'll just bunk here with you tonight. There's nothing I enjoy more than a blow job first thing when I wake up."