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They say ignorance is bliss, but that is a lie.
Bliss was that first taste of his flesh as I lowered my mouth onto his rigid cock.
The Background:
Josh and I had worked together off and on for about four months by this point. We had first broken major boundaries about two months prior, when he and I first jerked off together. Since that time, we typically spent one day a week working together and at some point during the day, we would look for an opportunity to jerk off together again. Usually the office was too risky, so we typically took any chance we could at various properties or locations.
Once was in the cab of his big, white F-250 as it was parked outside Home Depot, where we had gone to pick up some siding materials. Another time was in the garage of a vacant unit we were getting ready for a new tenant. Perhaps the most memorable was sitting on a large rock on the edge of a field attached to a ranch we managed, out in the sun and the breeze. Sometimes we would reach over and jerk each other off or play with each other’s balls, but normally we just watched each other get hard and then get off. Considering he was a married, masculine, alpha-male, I figured that was all it would ever be and I was content simply enjoying that level of eroticism with someone I never imagined sharing such experiences.
But this isn’t the chapter where I go on about all that. This is the chapter where things progressed.
You’d think that once you and another man have stroked each other’s cocks that there wouldn’t be any boundaries left to worry about (or that such boundaries would be gone quickly), but when it comes to men with secrets, there’s always a level of anxiety about taking things further, especially with someone close to you. That’s why we had gotten fully comfortable with suggesting and then fulfilling thoughts about getting off together but anything more felt like taboo.
Once fall arrived, Mike began talking about heading up to North Carolina to go skiing with us before taking a company skiing trip to Vermont in early spring the next year. I had wanted the three of us to go up to North Carolina together, hoping it would present an opportunity to broach the subject of sex and lead to a group circle jerk, if nothing else. However, Mike was adamant that he would take some of his grandk**s with him, so Josh and I decided to go up separately.
As the weeks to the beginning of December went by, I kept trying to calm my nerves. The thought of Josh and I spending a weekend together filled my head with all kinds of ideas, but part of me was still afraid that perhaps he was just one of those straight married men that liked jerking off with another guy but would be profoundly turned off by anything more.
The Good Stuff:
Josh insisted on driving to North Carolina in his wife’s BMW, since it was such a smooth and comfortable ride. As soon as I slid into the passenger seat, I had to agree that it was wiser choice. We drove for about an hour and a half north outside of Atlanta, making small talk about work and everything else as the sun set and the sky went dark. When night had arrived and we were cruising up the interstate, our conversation somehow turned to money and what we would do for a million dollars.
I knew where the conversation would eventually lead, I just didn’t know exactly how it would go.
“Would you suck a dick for a million dollars?”
He had asked the question, but I felt like there was a different question hidden behind it, one he had wanted to ask but never had the guts to say. Since I had been the one to make the first move that initially convinced us to let go of our preconceived notions of each other, I wanted him to take the initiative this time.
“Would you?” I asked him instead of answering.
He was quiet for a little while. Then he scrunched his nose and shrugged, saying, “I don’t know, I feel like that’s a big deal.”
I sighed. Fine, I thought, I’ll go first.
“I definitely would.”
His eyebrows raised, but he had a slight smile on his face. “For real?”
I nodded definitively. “Absolutely. A million dollars buys a lot of mouthwash.”
He roared with laughter and kept his eyes on the road, but inside I could see his wheels turning. It wasn’t long before he asked, “What’s the smallest amount of money it would take for you to suck a dick?”
I grinned and shrugged, responding with, “Depends on the dick. How big, how long I’d have to suck it, whether or not I’d have to let him cum in my mouth.”
Now he was fully blushing as he broke out in nervous laughter. Sensing the atmosphere between us, I added bluntly with a slightly joking tone, “I’d suck your dick for free.” I looked over to find him still fiercely blushing but a big, incredulous grin on his face as he glanced over at me, then back at the road, at me again and so on.
As we got silent and we each began to run scenarios in our heads, I asked, “Have you ever gotten road head?”
I expected him to keep up his game of straight man’s poker face, but he bit his lip in contemplation for a moment before saying, “No.”
I let the silence stretch on for a second or two before asking without any hint of humor, “Would you like to?”
I watched as his body became a bundle of nerves. He began biting the inside of his lower lip, shuffling his weight in his seat, darting his eyes from the speedometer to the road to the radio and back around again. His breathing starting to quicken and his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he gulped loudly and then said, “Sure.”
He kept his right hand on the steering wheel as he brought the other down to his crotch, but I put a hand out to stop him. He paused as I said, “You focus on driving,” releasing my seat belt and continuing with, “I’ll do the rest.”
The car’s seatbelt sensor instantly began flashing and a high-pitched beep began chirping a series of warnings every few seconds as I leaned over toward him. I paused, turning my head to the dashboard and asked, “Is there any way to turn that off?” He shook his head, saying with a groan, “No...it’s probably going to get really annoying.”
I moved my right hand to his crotch and started massaging his bulge there and tilted my head his direction as I said, “Well, if I do this right, you won’t even hear it anymore,” which resulted in his flush face showing a sinful grin.
I steadied myself with my left hand, securing it on the head rest of his seat, as I lowered my head until it rested on the small area of his torso between his chest and belly. My right hand continued to massage his crotch, feeling his full sack and hardening cock beneath the fabric. It was only a manner of minutes until I could tell his dick was practically engorged.
At that point, I moved my left arm below me, bracing myself with it on his upper right thigh as my hands went to his belt. I unbuckled and separated the strap from itself and I quickly unbuttoned his jeans before slowly and sensuously sliding the zipper down toward his balls.
I heard him take a deep breath and clear his throat as I folded the fabric of his jeans open to reveal his cotton boxers, beneath which a proud erection had already forced its way free of the jeans and created an undeniable tentpole from below. I slowly reached my hand forward and softly rubbed his dick through the fabric, letting it ever so slightly drift against his skin underneath. I then carefully slipped my hand through the opening and wrapped my hand around the warm shaft and began thrusting my hand up and down his cock from the head down to his balls.
Once I could sense his breathing had reached a steady fast pace, I used my hands to pull it free of his underwear, letting it stand unrestricted. I sent my right hand down to his balls, which I cupped in my hand, and used my thumb to create a pressure point just below the curve of his shaft.
Delirious with the anticipation of what I was about to do, I lowered my head to his crotch and opened my mouth only slightly so that when my lips reached the head of his penis, it had to shove its way past them into the warm, moist cavern beyond where my tongue waited. My tongue made contact with his swollen mushroom head and it slithered its way across it as I sucked the air out of my mouth, closing my cheeks tightly around his shaft as I drew him as far into my mouth as I could.
As my nose pressed into his pubes, the hairs tickling the inside of my nostrils and the head of his cock nestled against the opening of my throat, I heard him let out one word, drawn out into a long whisper: “Fuck.” Taking his compliment in stride, I began to slowly quicken my pace, raising my head and then lowering it again, ever so slightly increasing my rhythm as the seconds turned into minutes and my sense of time blurred with all my other senses behind the only two that mattered: touch and taste.
It began as just a nudge from beneath my face, but I then began to feel him softly thrusting his cock upward into my mouth. Before long, I felt his right hand on the back of my neck at the base of my skull, softly but firmly pressing me down onto him each time I lowered my mouth on his dick.
His grip on my neck tightened and I could feel his thrusts becoming more forceful and urgent. Soon, each thrust was accompanied by a throaty groan, barely a whisper at first but growing more and more aggressive as my pace increased.
Before long, my lips were desperately trying to hold pressure against his shaft as he fucked my mouth while avoiding dragging my teeth across his sensitive skin. The next thing I knew, his hand had become a vice grip on my neck, holding me steady as he aggressively shoved his rigid cock toward my throat. His groans became almost primal and his thrusts became more devoted to a specific purpose.
“Oh,” he cried as he pushed his crotch upward.
“Oh God,” he let out with another thrust a few seconds later.
Then, as he held me firmly in place and shoved his dick into my mouth one last aggressive time and stretched the word out into a groan until it almost drifted out breath, “Oh fuck!”
I felt his warm seed launch into my mouth, a hot spew of sticky, salty sweetness, followed my another spurt and then another and yet another. His cum filled my mouth and I had to slowly raise my head from his crotch, inching his dick outward as his ejaculate filled the available space.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped again as I gently nipped the head of his cock to slurp up the rest of his cum. Holding his man juice in my mouth and gently swishing it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, I sat up in my seat, suddenly aware again of the seatbelt warning chirps still going off. I glanced at Josh’s face, which was fully flushed with blood; even his eyes had a look of dangerous fervor in them as he glanced down and picked up an empty cup, passing it to me to spit into.
I took the cup, then looked at him with a slight grin and shrugged, sucking his cum to the back of my mouth and swallowing the load whole before licking my lips and tossing the cup to the floor behind us. Josh’s face showed a mixture of shock and arousal before he shrugged as well and went about covering himself up again.
I leaned back in my seat, fastened the belt and laid my head on the headrest as I kept licking my lips before asking, “So...what’d you think?”
He looked over at me with an expression that bordered between intense pleasure and sudden embarrassment before he shifted in his seat and said, “I think I’m gonna love the drive home.”
I burst out in laughter before reaching down to my crotch and started rubbing myself, saying, “Who says we have to wait that long?” He just responded with a deviant grin as we continued up the interstate and I knew we were going to have a great time.
Bliss was that first taste of his flesh as I lowered my mouth onto his rigid cock.
The Background:
Josh and I had worked together off and on for about four months by this point. We had first broken major boundaries about two months prior, when he and I first jerked off together. Since that time, we typically spent one day a week working together and at some point during the day, we would look for an opportunity to jerk off together again. Usually the office was too risky, so we typically took any chance we could at various properties or locations.
Once was in the cab of his big, white F-250 as it was parked outside Home Depot, where we had gone to pick up some siding materials. Another time was in the garage of a vacant unit we were getting ready for a new tenant. Perhaps the most memorable was sitting on a large rock on the edge of a field attached to a ranch we managed, out in the sun and the breeze. Sometimes we would reach over and jerk each other off or play with each other’s balls, but normally we just watched each other get hard and then get off. Considering he was a married, masculine, alpha-male, I figured that was all it would ever be and I was content simply enjoying that level of eroticism with someone I never imagined sharing such experiences.
But this isn’t the chapter where I go on about all that. This is the chapter where things progressed.
You’d think that once you and another man have stroked each other’s cocks that there wouldn’t be any boundaries left to worry about (or that such boundaries would be gone quickly), but when it comes to men with secrets, there’s always a level of anxiety about taking things further, especially with someone close to you. That’s why we had gotten fully comfortable with suggesting and then fulfilling thoughts about getting off together but anything more felt like taboo.
Once fall arrived, Mike began talking about heading up to North Carolina to go skiing with us before taking a company skiing trip to Vermont in early spring the next year. I had wanted the three of us to go up to North Carolina together, hoping it would present an opportunity to broach the subject of sex and lead to a group circle jerk, if nothing else. However, Mike was adamant that he would take some of his grandk**s with him, so Josh and I decided to go up separately.
As the weeks to the beginning of December went by, I kept trying to calm my nerves. The thought of Josh and I spending a weekend together filled my head with all kinds of ideas, but part of me was still afraid that perhaps he was just one of those straight married men that liked jerking off with another guy but would be profoundly turned off by anything more.
The Good Stuff:
Josh insisted on driving to North Carolina in his wife’s BMW, since it was such a smooth and comfortable ride. As soon as I slid into the passenger seat, I had to agree that it was wiser choice. We drove for about an hour and a half north outside of Atlanta, making small talk about work and everything else as the sun set and the sky went dark. When night had arrived and we were cruising up the interstate, our conversation somehow turned to money and what we would do for a million dollars.
I knew where the conversation would eventually lead, I just didn’t know exactly how it would go.
“Would you suck a dick for a million dollars?”
He had asked the question, but I felt like there was a different question hidden behind it, one he had wanted to ask but never had the guts to say. Since I had been the one to make the first move that initially convinced us to let go of our preconceived notions of each other, I wanted him to take the initiative this time.
“Would you?” I asked him instead of answering.
He was quiet for a little while. Then he scrunched his nose and shrugged, saying, “I don’t know, I feel like that’s a big deal.”
I sighed. Fine, I thought, I’ll go first.
“I definitely would.”
His eyebrows raised, but he had a slight smile on his face. “For real?”
I nodded definitively. “Absolutely. A million dollars buys a lot of mouthwash.”
He roared with laughter and kept his eyes on the road, but inside I could see his wheels turning. It wasn’t long before he asked, “What’s the smallest amount of money it would take for you to suck a dick?”
I grinned and shrugged, responding with, “Depends on the dick. How big, how long I’d have to suck it, whether or not I’d have to let him cum in my mouth.”
Now he was fully blushing as he broke out in nervous laughter. Sensing the atmosphere between us, I added bluntly with a slightly joking tone, “I’d suck your dick for free.” I looked over to find him still fiercely blushing but a big, incredulous grin on his face as he glanced over at me, then back at the road, at me again and so on.
As we got silent and we each began to run scenarios in our heads, I asked, “Have you ever gotten road head?”
I expected him to keep up his game of straight man’s poker face, but he bit his lip in contemplation for a moment before saying, “No.”
I let the silence stretch on for a second or two before asking without any hint of humor, “Would you like to?”
I watched as his body became a bundle of nerves. He began biting the inside of his lower lip, shuffling his weight in his seat, darting his eyes from the speedometer to the road to the radio and back around again. His breathing starting to quicken and his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he gulped loudly and then said, “Sure.”
He kept his right hand on the steering wheel as he brought the other down to his crotch, but I put a hand out to stop him. He paused as I said, “You focus on driving,” releasing my seat belt and continuing with, “I’ll do the rest.”
The car’s seatbelt sensor instantly began flashing and a high-pitched beep began chirping a series of warnings every few seconds as I leaned over toward him. I paused, turning my head to the dashboard and asked, “Is there any way to turn that off?” He shook his head, saying with a groan, “No...it’s probably going to get really annoying.”
I moved my right hand to his crotch and started massaging his bulge there and tilted my head his direction as I said, “Well, if I do this right, you won’t even hear it anymore,” which resulted in his flush face showing a sinful grin.
I steadied myself with my left hand, securing it on the head rest of his seat, as I lowered my head until it rested on the small area of his torso between his chest and belly. My right hand continued to massage his crotch, feeling his full sack and hardening cock beneath the fabric. It was only a manner of minutes until I could tell his dick was practically engorged.
At that point, I moved my left arm below me, bracing myself with it on his upper right thigh as my hands went to his belt. I unbuckled and separated the strap from itself and I quickly unbuttoned his jeans before slowly and sensuously sliding the zipper down toward his balls.
I heard him take a deep breath and clear his throat as I folded the fabric of his jeans open to reveal his cotton boxers, beneath which a proud erection had already forced its way free of the jeans and created an undeniable tentpole from below. I slowly reached my hand forward and softly rubbed his dick through the fabric, letting it ever so slightly drift against his skin underneath. I then carefully slipped my hand through the opening and wrapped my hand around the warm shaft and began thrusting my hand up and down his cock from the head down to his balls.
Once I could sense his breathing had reached a steady fast pace, I used my hands to pull it free of his underwear, letting it stand unrestricted. I sent my right hand down to his balls, which I cupped in my hand, and used my thumb to create a pressure point just below the curve of his shaft.
Delirious with the anticipation of what I was about to do, I lowered my head to his crotch and opened my mouth only slightly so that when my lips reached the head of his penis, it had to shove its way past them into the warm, moist cavern beyond where my tongue waited. My tongue made contact with his swollen mushroom head and it slithered its way across it as I sucked the air out of my mouth, closing my cheeks tightly around his shaft as I drew him as far into my mouth as I could.
As my nose pressed into his pubes, the hairs tickling the inside of my nostrils and the head of his cock nestled against the opening of my throat, I heard him let out one word, drawn out into a long whisper: “Fuck.” Taking his compliment in stride, I began to slowly quicken my pace, raising my head and then lowering it again, ever so slightly increasing my rhythm as the seconds turned into minutes and my sense of time blurred with all my other senses behind the only two that mattered: touch and taste.
It began as just a nudge from beneath my face, but I then began to feel him softly thrusting his cock upward into my mouth. Before long, I felt his right hand on the back of my neck at the base of my skull, softly but firmly pressing me down onto him each time I lowered my mouth on his dick.
His grip on my neck tightened and I could feel his thrusts becoming more forceful and urgent. Soon, each thrust was accompanied by a throaty groan, barely a whisper at first but growing more and more aggressive as my pace increased.
Before long, my lips were desperately trying to hold pressure against his shaft as he fucked my mouth while avoiding dragging my teeth across his sensitive skin. The next thing I knew, his hand had become a vice grip on my neck, holding me steady as he aggressively shoved his rigid cock toward my throat. His groans became almost primal and his thrusts became more devoted to a specific purpose.
“Oh,” he cried as he pushed his crotch upward.
“Oh God,” he let out with another thrust a few seconds later.
Then, as he held me firmly in place and shoved his dick into my mouth one last aggressive time and stretched the word out into a groan until it almost drifted out breath, “Oh fuck!”
I felt his warm seed launch into my mouth, a hot spew of sticky, salty sweetness, followed my another spurt and then another and yet another. His cum filled my mouth and I had to slowly raise my head from his crotch, inching his dick outward as his ejaculate filled the available space.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped again as I gently nipped the head of his cock to slurp up the rest of his cum. Holding his man juice in my mouth and gently swishing it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, I sat up in my seat, suddenly aware again of the seatbelt warning chirps still going off. I glanced at Josh’s face, which was fully flushed with blood; even his eyes had a look of dangerous fervor in them as he glanced down and picked up an empty cup, passing it to me to spit into.
I took the cup, then looked at him with a slight grin and shrugged, sucking his cum to the back of my mouth and swallowing the load whole before licking my lips and tossing the cup to the floor behind us. Josh’s face showed a mixture of shock and arousal before he shrugged as well and went about covering himself up again.
I leaned back in my seat, fastened the belt and laid my head on the headrest as I kept licking my lips before asking, “So...what’d you think?”
He looked over at me with an expression that bordered between intense pleasure and sudden embarrassment before he shifted in his seat and said, “I think I’m gonna love the drive home.”
I burst out in laughter before reaching down to my crotch and started rubbing myself, saying, “Who says we have to wait that long?” He just responded with a deviant grin as we continued up the interstate and I knew we were going to have a great time.
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