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I found this fascinating.
The definition of a b*o-job was something that wouldn't have made any sense to me a year ago, yet with my unfolding fascination with the idea of sucking cock and all my research it now made perfect sense.
A b*o-job was oral sex between two heterosexual friends. This instantly made me think of Mike. Would he let me suck his cock... give him a 'b*o-job'?
This led me to reading about straight guys who suck cock on the side.
Sex is sex... and if you can find a suck buddy, then life is perfect.
It compensates for the decline of your sex life with your wife.
It removes your temptation to cheat on your wife.
You suck him, he sucks you.
Life sucks... and that's a good thing.
And....
I had been sucking cocks at gloryholes for a few months (which is risky I know, but it was the only guaranteed cock I could find) when one drunken night I ended up sucking off a poker buddy. Ever since, every Monday night I tell my wife I'm off to play poker but spend the majority of the night under the table sucking off all four buddies (usually taking a couple loads from each before the night is done).
And....
Women don't understand the never ending sexual desires of a man. No matter what our age, we're always thinking of sex. And as a woman's sex drive seems to shrivel up and die as she ages, ours never diminishes (at least mentally... even if getting it up gets tougher). So when the wife quits sucking, we're naturally going to have to find an outlet. It starts with porn, but that only opens us up to wondering why every girl but our wife is an eager cocksucker. Thus we eventually begin to crave sucking cock or getting our cock sucked. And once you discover that 90 percent of men over forty have pondered sucking cock, finding a suck buddy is relatively easy... although scary at first. You can't just say to your buddy, 'Want to suck each other's cock?' Although I would imagine that if you asked at the right time, the answer would be yes 90% of the time. Because as I mentioned, men are always horny and always want a pair of lips wrapped around their cock.
For the next few days, and one extra day, we were playing the Monday night game this week, all I thought about was the idea of a 'b*o-job' even if it was just one sided. Oddly, although I desperately wanted to suck a cock, particularly Mike's cock, I didn't get particularly excited thinking of having a guy suck mine.
A wave of disappointment washed over me when I learned Andrea was still home.
I don't know why, but I somehow felt like today was the day... the day I would finally suck a cock... Mike's cock.
Yet, that suddenly seemed unlikely with Mike's wife home... although checking her out was definitely enjoyable in her tight jeans and even tighter sweater that showcased every curve. The only way it could have been better was if she:
a. Was in stockings
b. Suggested I suck her husband's cock
She brought us appetizers during the first half as we scored a couple early touchdowns and led the Redskins by eleven after one. A couple of minutes before the half, Andrea brought us another beer, bent over giving me a great view of her fine ass, before kissing Mike. She said, "I'm going to pick up some more beer and pizza."
"What kind do you like?" Mike asked.
"Any kind," I answered.
"Sausage?" Mike questioned.
"Yeah sure," I nodded, even though I was thinking of a very different sausage.
Andrea left just as we took a 21-6 lead.
Mike said, "Man we are really on tonight."
"Yeah, offense and defense," I nodded.
As the half ended, Mike asked, "Want to watch some porn?"
"Sure," I nodded, acting casually.
He put the porn on. This time a brunette was bobbing on a big cock. He pulled his cock out like he had the last two times and stroked it.
Like the last two times, I stared at his cock as I fished out my own.
Like the last two times, while he watched porn I watched his hand stroking his cock.
After a couple of minutes, as I imagined leaning down and taking Mike's cock in my mouth he said, "Go ahead, Rusty, do it."
I stammered, as I broke my gaze off his cock, "W-w-what?"
"It's obvious you want to suck my cock," Mike said.
"I-um-well," I babbled; the moment I'd fantasized was finally here, but now I didn't know how to deal with it.
"Have you sucked cock before?" he asked, as he stood up and moved in front of me.
"Um, no," I answered, my hunger for cock still there, but the moment seeming so surreal I couldn't comprehend this was happening.
"But you want to, don't you?" he said, as he stood in front of me, his hard cock still sticking out of his pants, level with my open mouth.
Although I was ready to suck his cock, I wanted to suck his cock, I was worried about his wife. I asked, "What about Andrea?"
"That's why I sent her out," he said, slowly stroking his cock directly in front of my enraptured face.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's obvious you want to suck my cock, and I love having my cock sucked," he said.
"But won't Andrea think you're cheating?" I asked, suddenly tentative, even though I wanted to just lean forward and take that magnificent cock in front of me into my salivating mouth.
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," he shrugged.
"Really?" I questioned.
"Some of the best blow jobs I've ever received were from guys," he revealed.
"You're bisexual?"
"No," he shook his head, even as he stroked his cock slowly, as if hypnotizing me. "I don't suck cock. But I do have a few b*o's who love sucking big dicks and I just thought you were one of them."
Deciding it was now or never, I said, "I am," before letting go of my cock, which I hadn't been stroking, just holding in my hand, leaning forward and taking his big hard cock in my mouth.
"Oh yeah," he groaned.
Although by now I'd watched hundreds of girls suck cock, and I'd been fantasizing about it for a while, I couldn't possibly have imagined this was what it would feel like.
'Natural' is the only word that could even vaguely explain what I was feeling.
His cock felt so good in my mouth.
It was so hard and stretched my mouth wider than I had imagined... which made me wonder how my own thicker cock would stretch a mouth.
I did what a cocksucker does... I began bobbing... slowly... trying to get used to a movement I'd seen often on camera but never done before... surprised that with only three or so inches in my mouth I already felt completely full. I couldn't fathom how I would possibly get the entire shaft in my mouth.
He said, "Oh yeah, take your time, b*o."
And I did, an exhilaration coursing through me as my own hard cock flinched in the open air as I gradually tried to take more and more in my mouth. I wasn't even thinking that it belonged to Mike, it was just my newest friend named Dick.
I could feel the pulsing veins; I could feel the ridge between his shaft and cock head; I was in wonder of the majesty of the male organ... especially this hard, warm, pipe organ.
So hard.
So long.
So thick.
So magnificent.
Sucking cock was everything I'd imagined and yet so much more... although the position was awkward... and it was then I realized what was wrong.
I pulled back and slid down onto the carpet... on my knees... like a traditional old school cocksucker.
He smiled, "Getting comfortable?"
"Yeah," I nodded, before taking his cock back in my mouth.
Instantly this felt even better.
I couldn't explain it, but being on my knees just felt right. In all my fantasies I had been on my knees and once I was on them for real I felt I was at home. I know that may sound silly, but as I resumed bobbing there could be no better way to describe my feelings other than 'naturally at home'.
For a couple of minutes, I bobbed back and forth, eventually taking more and more of his cock in my mouth until I had six inches in there... just two more to go... although I wasn't sure I could. His cock seemed so long and the idea of two more inches seemed more like ten.
He groaned. "Oh yeah, I'm getting close."
Those words excited me and I shifted my focus. Instead of attempting two more inches in my mouth, I focused on making him cum.
I bobbed faster, wanting his cum.
I bobbed eagerly, craving his cum.
I bobbed desperately, crazy for his cum.
God, did I need to swallow his cum!
"Oh yeah, keep going," he moaned, and after a couple of dozen more bobs he warned, "Here it comes."
And one final bob was all it took before I tasted my first load of exciting cum. It felt so good to feel the warm liquid pouring into my mouth and down my throat, although truth be told, it flowed so quickly that I barely got to taste it.
"Ohhhhhh," Mike groaned, as I swallowed all his cum.
I slowed down, milking his cock for the last few bobs before he pulled out and said, "Thanks, Rusty, that was great."
The act done, I wasn't sure what to say. I nodded, "Yeah, it was."
He put his cock away and asked, "Want another beer?"
"Um, yeah, sure," I nodded, and as I stood up a mixture of feelings coursed through me stemming from the fact that I'd just sucked a cock and swallowed another man's cum, so now what? I felt satisfaction... trepidation... accomplishment... bliss. I zipped my pants up and sat back down, reaching over and turning the game back on.
Oddly, when he returned and handed me a beer he said nothing, just sat back down and watched the game... as if nothing had happened.
Not even five minutes later, Andrea returned home with pizza and my wife. A chill went up my back at how close we'd come to getting caught. Or perhaps not: I don't think I was supposed to see this, but soon after she got home, Andrea gave Mike a subtle, questioning look. Mike nodded slightly. Not surprisingly, he was deadpan; acting completely nonchalant. I had no idea what could ever faze him, but it would never be anything remotely trivial! Andrea was just as cool, lightly discussing favorite pizza toppings with Karen. I thought I understood what had passed, but I wasn't sure and I was left with questions in my head.
And for the rest of the football season I sucked his cock every Sunday.
The definition of a b*o-job was something that wouldn't have made any sense to me a year ago, yet with my unfolding fascination with the idea of sucking cock and all my research it now made perfect sense.
A b*o-job was oral sex between two heterosexual friends. This instantly made me think of Mike. Would he let me suck his cock... give him a 'b*o-job'?
This led me to reading about straight guys who suck cock on the side.
Sex is sex... and if you can find a suck buddy, then life is perfect.
It compensates for the decline of your sex life with your wife.
It removes your temptation to cheat on your wife.
You suck him, he sucks you.
Life sucks... and that's a good thing.
And....
I had been sucking cocks at gloryholes for a few months (which is risky I know, but it was the only guaranteed cock I could find) when one drunken night I ended up sucking off a poker buddy. Ever since, every Monday night I tell my wife I'm off to play poker but spend the majority of the night under the table sucking off all four buddies (usually taking a couple loads from each before the night is done).
And....
Women don't understand the never ending sexual desires of a man. No matter what our age, we're always thinking of sex. And as a woman's sex drive seems to shrivel up and die as she ages, ours never diminishes (at least mentally... even if getting it up gets tougher). So when the wife quits sucking, we're naturally going to have to find an outlet. It starts with porn, but that only opens us up to wondering why every girl but our wife is an eager cocksucker. Thus we eventually begin to crave sucking cock or getting our cock sucked. And once you discover that 90 percent of men over forty have pondered sucking cock, finding a suck buddy is relatively easy... although scary at first. You can't just say to your buddy, 'Want to suck each other's cock?' Although I would imagine that if you asked at the right time, the answer would be yes 90% of the time. Because as I mentioned, men are always horny and always want a pair of lips wrapped around their cock.
For the next few days, and one extra day, we were playing the Monday night game this week, all I thought about was the idea of a 'b*o-job' even if it was just one sided. Oddly, although I desperately wanted to suck a cock, particularly Mike's cock, I didn't get particularly excited thinking of having a guy suck mine.
A wave of disappointment washed over me when I learned Andrea was still home.
I don't know why, but I somehow felt like today was the day... the day I would finally suck a cock... Mike's cock.
Yet, that suddenly seemed unlikely with Mike's wife home... although checking her out was definitely enjoyable in her tight jeans and even tighter sweater that showcased every curve. The only way it could have been better was if she:
a. Was in stockings
b. Suggested I suck her husband's cock
She brought us appetizers during the first half as we scored a couple early touchdowns and led the Redskins by eleven after one. A couple of minutes before the half, Andrea brought us another beer, bent over giving me a great view of her fine ass, before kissing Mike. She said, "I'm going to pick up some more beer and pizza."
"What kind do you like?" Mike asked.
"Any kind," I answered.
"Sausage?" Mike questioned.
"Yeah sure," I nodded, even though I was thinking of a very different sausage.
Andrea left just as we took a 21-6 lead.
Mike said, "Man we are really on tonight."
"Yeah, offense and defense," I nodded.
As the half ended, Mike asked, "Want to watch some porn?"
"Sure," I nodded, acting casually.
He put the porn on. This time a brunette was bobbing on a big cock. He pulled his cock out like he had the last two times and stroked it.
Like the last two times, I stared at his cock as I fished out my own.
Like the last two times, while he watched porn I watched his hand stroking his cock.
After a couple of minutes, as I imagined leaning down and taking Mike's cock in my mouth he said, "Go ahead, Rusty, do it."
I stammered, as I broke my gaze off his cock, "W-w-what?"
"It's obvious you want to suck my cock," Mike said.
"I-um-well," I babbled; the moment I'd fantasized was finally here, but now I didn't know how to deal with it.
"Have you sucked cock before?" he asked, as he stood up and moved in front of me.
"Um, no," I answered, my hunger for cock still there, but the moment seeming so surreal I couldn't comprehend this was happening.
"But you want to, don't you?" he said, as he stood in front of me, his hard cock still sticking out of his pants, level with my open mouth.
Although I was ready to suck his cock, I wanted to suck his cock, I was worried about his wife. I asked, "What about Andrea?"
"That's why I sent her out," he said, slowly stroking his cock directly in front of my enraptured face.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's obvious you want to suck my cock, and I love having my cock sucked," he said.
"But won't Andrea think you're cheating?" I asked, suddenly tentative, even though I wanted to just lean forward and take that magnificent cock in front of me into my salivating mouth.
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," he shrugged.
"Really?" I questioned.
"Some of the best blow jobs I've ever received were from guys," he revealed.
"You're bisexual?"
"No," he shook his head, even as he stroked his cock slowly, as if hypnotizing me. "I don't suck cock. But I do have a few b*o's who love sucking big dicks and I just thought you were one of them."
Deciding it was now or never, I said, "I am," before letting go of my cock, which I hadn't been stroking, just holding in my hand, leaning forward and taking his big hard cock in my mouth.
"Oh yeah," he groaned.
Although by now I'd watched hundreds of girls suck cock, and I'd been fantasizing about it for a while, I couldn't possibly have imagined this was what it would feel like.
'Natural' is the only word that could even vaguely explain what I was feeling.
His cock felt so good in my mouth.
It was so hard and stretched my mouth wider than I had imagined... which made me wonder how my own thicker cock would stretch a mouth.
I did what a cocksucker does... I began bobbing... slowly... trying to get used to a movement I'd seen often on camera but never done before... surprised that with only three or so inches in my mouth I already felt completely full. I couldn't fathom how I would possibly get the entire shaft in my mouth.
He said, "Oh yeah, take your time, b*o."
And I did, an exhilaration coursing through me as my own hard cock flinched in the open air as I gradually tried to take more and more in my mouth. I wasn't even thinking that it belonged to Mike, it was just my newest friend named Dick.
I could feel the pulsing veins; I could feel the ridge between his shaft and cock head; I was in wonder of the majesty of the male organ... especially this hard, warm, pipe organ.
So hard.
So long.
So thick.
So magnificent.
Sucking cock was everything I'd imagined and yet so much more... although the position was awkward... and it was then I realized what was wrong.
I pulled back and slid down onto the carpet... on my knees... like a traditional old school cocksucker.
He smiled, "Getting comfortable?"
"Yeah," I nodded, before taking his cock back in my mouth.
Instantly this felt even better.
I couldn't explain it, but being on my knees just felt right. In all my fantasies I had been on my knees and once I was on them for real I felt I was at home. I know that may sound silly, but as I resumed bobbing there could be no better way to describe my feelings other than 'naturally at home'.
For a couple of minutes, I bobbed back and forth, eventually taking more and more of his cock in my mouth until I had six inches in there... just two more to go... although I wasn't sure I could. His cock seemed so long and the idea of two more inches seemed more like ten.
He groaned. "Oh yeah, I'm getting close."
Those words excited me and I shifted my focus. Instead of attempting two more inches in my mouth, I focused on making him cum.
I bobbed faster, wanting his cum.
I bobbed eagerly, craving his cum.
I bobbed desperately, crazy for his cum.
God, did I need to swallow his cum!
"Oh yeah, keep going," he moaned, and after a couple of dozen more bobs he warned, "Here it comes."
And one final bob was all it took before I tasted my first load of exciting cum. It felt so good to feel the warm liquid pouring into my mouth and down my throat, although truth be told, it flowed so quickly that I barely got to taste it.
"Ohhhhhh," Mike groaned, as I swallowed all his cum.
I slowed down, milking his cock for the last few bobs before he pulled out and said, "Thanks, Rusty, that was great."
The act done, I wasn't sure what to say. I nodded, "Yeah, it was."
He put his cock away and asked, "Want another beer?"
"Um, yeah, sure," I nodded, and as I stood up a mixture of feelings coursed through me stemming from the fact that I'd just sucked a cock and swallowed another man's cum, so now what? I felt satisfaction... trepidation... accomplishment... bliss. I zipped my pants up and sat back down, reaching over and turning the game back on.
Oddly, when he returned and handed me a beer he said nothing, just sat back down and watched the game... as if nothing had happened.
Not even five minutes later, Andrea returned home with pizza and my wife. A chill went up my back at how close we'd come to getting caught. Or perhaps not: I don't think I was supposed to see this, but soon after she got home, Andrea gave Mike a subtle, questioning look. Mike nodded slightly. Not surprisingly, he was deadpan; acting completely nonchalant. I had no idea what could ever faze him, but it would never be anything remotely trivial! Andrea was just as cool, lightly discussing favorite pizza toppings with Karen. I thought I understood what had passed, but I wasn't sure and I was left with questions in my head.
And for the rest of the football season I sucked his cock every Sunday.
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