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Essentially I’m a straight guy but that has never stopped me from harbouring cock sucking fantasies! I’ve been wondering what it would be like to take a nice, thick cock in my mouth since my middle teens. Never in my wildest daydreams did I believe I would actually find out what it was really like. It’s only happened on the one occasion and it was just under a year ago and I was 53 at the time. Fifty three for God’s sake! Why on earth did I wait so long. It was sensational!

It would probably never have happened at all had I not become a member of this site. I used to login here and spend many an idle hour perusing videos of all the sexy masturbating women and I even posted a few of my own cock pictures in the ridiculous hope that maybe one of those sexy gals might invite me over to her place for a bit of slap and tickle. I got plenty of friend requests and such-like but, in the main, they were from guys with ideas and cock pictures of their own; all of them commenting on my thick, uncut appendage and telling me, in no uncertain terms, what they would like to do. At first I was totally disinterested but after a while I realised I was actually attracted to some of the cock photos that came my way and I eventually began to allow my wandering mind to entertain the idea of taking one of them in my mouth and slowly sucking it off. This went on for quite some time, perhaps even a year or more and over this period it got to the stage where the simple fantasy of sucking on another guy’s cock grew into an overwhelming desire until, finally, it had manifested into a pathological obsession. I wasn’t looking for a gay relationship or anything heavy. It was just an oral thing and I really had to do something about it soon or I would go mad. So I put my almost religiously straight, hetero-sexual self aside and set about finding myself a cock to suck.

I began my quest by getting rid of 53 years worth of pubic hair. Shaved away everything; balls, under-carriage, upper deck, the lot, til I got myself baby smooth. Then I got to work on some more selfie cock pics but because I now had a mission I took more time over them; experimenting with different angles etcetera. I felt a bit daft doing it (a fly on the wall would have fallen off laughing,) and the whole parlava was much more awkward than I had anticipated but it had to be done. Nothing ventured nothing gained. I got photographs of my cock in every state. Some nice and relaxed, some semi stiff and others very angry indeed. Some colour, some black and white, some dripping with pre-cum. This is, I ventured to believe as fact, what other fellow cock suckers would want to see. That done I then went about the business of composing an advert for Craigslist and when I was satisfied I had everything I needed I posted it in the Men Looking For Men section. I could hardly believe what I was doing. M4M for goodness sake. The headline in the title of my ad’ went:

WOULD YOU SUCK THIS…?

Then underneath a couple of my photos it read:

Yes I would too if I could. However as it’s my own cock in the picture that’s hardly gonna happen but YOU might get there if you’re what I’m looking for.
Essentially I am a straight guy who wants to suck cock so I guess that makes me a little bi although I have to admit to having zero experience. I’m not looking for a string of one-nighters. Just regular meets (say once a month) with one, single well mannered guy who, like me, is only into mutual cock fondling, wanking and plenty of sucking. Nothing else. If you are the same way then we’re already half way to being a match so please read on. I want to get together with someone slim, lean, smooth and well hung. I’ll say that again so there is no mis-understanding: someone slim, lean, smooth and well hung. That means no heavyweights or hairy guys or macho types should waste their time responding. Someone clean-cut, thoughtful, and genuine is my preference and I would prefer if you are of average height and maybe a little younger than myself - but not by a generation gap. I am 100% clean - inside and out - and ultra discreet and you should be too. If this sounds like you then please get in touch and don’t forget to include a picture of your stiff, smooth cock if you want to receive my rapt attention! Thanks.

I sat back and waited to see what the response might be. I didn’t have to wait long but I have to say that the bulk of what I received frightened me to death. Jesus Christ! But… I persevered and re-posted my add a few times until, at last, I got the bite that I was hoping for.

An American gent’ of my own age was here in London on business and was staying at a hotel on the Heathrow Airport periphery. We were very alike in our experience and what we wanted. He coincided exactly with what I had outlined in my advert and I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my loins at the sight of his cock picture. I wasted no time in getting back to him and after a few ping-pong emails we arranged to meet at his hotel on the eve of his departure which meant that I had two days to kill in the meantime. The time dragged and dragged and I got more and more nervous as the full realisation of what I was embarking on began to hit home. Was I really going to go out of my way to meet a total stranger in an airport hotel with the express intention of sucking his cock? There was no getting away from the answer: Yes I was!

After what seemed like an eternity the big day came around and I was ‘hard’ with anticipation pretty much all day. I was in Oxford for the afternoon after dropping off some business clients which left me with a couple of hours to myself before picking them up again. With them out the way and nothing else to occupy my mind i just ended up getting even harder. I decided to go for a walk around and ended up in the covered market in the town centre but I just couldn’t get out of my mind what lay in store just a few hours ahead. Slinking around all the stalls with an iron hard rod inside my jeans and pretending to be interested in all the crap on sale I felt it must’ve been obvious to all those around me what I was going to get up to later that night; so horny was I for that cock! But nobody paid me the slightest attention. Which just gave me the licence to get harder still!

I couldn’t believe myself when I got home that evening prior to our meeting. I’d completely lost my nerve! Something or ‘someone’ inside my head was reeling me in and I ended up sending a text with the pathetic excuse that I had been held up at work and couldn’t make it. I was so pissed off with myself for backing out. The return text came within minutes. He’d obviously been looking forward to our little soiree as much as I had and he sounded genuinely let down but added that he understood and should I feel able to reschedule to early next morning and his “early morning wood,” - he would be able to accommodate. I had a firm discussion with myself and decided to reschedule our meeting and we swapped texts to confirm. I WAS going to go and it was going to be early; had to be early because of his morning flight home. So I set my alarm for 5am and hardly slept a wink.

I was in the shower the following morning just seconds after 5 O’clock and then I was straight into the car and driving towards the airport through the early April dawn. Auto pilot. No traffic. My mind blank. Fellatio within the hour.

My call from the hotel front desk up to his room obviously woke him up. It was just after 6am. He said to give him ten minutes and then come up. It was close to twenty minutes before I arrived outside his room and there was just the slightest hesitation before I knocked lightly on the door. This was it. it. No going back now.

Thank fuck he wasn’t a gorilla!

We shook hands, me being much relieved to note that he hadn’t lied, exaggerated or omitted anything in his self description to make himself sound any different from that which he was: A slim, toned, quietly spoken, decent looking guy who wanted the same as me and who, also like me, was a little nervous about the situation. I sat in one of those leather Club Armchairs common to all business hotel rooms and he sat at the end of the bed and we began exchanging amiable chit-chat. There was just a couple of bedside lamps illuminating the room. We talked about our experience - or rather our lack of experience in matters of gay contact and of our mutual fear of disease etcetera. He sensed that I was the more nervous of the two and he was good enough to make it plain that there shouldn’t be any pressure from either of us. If I wanted to just sit and talk then that was fine by him. Either of us could stop whatever, whenever and just walk away. No hard feelings. I said that I was fine (when I was actually a wreck) and that I would severely berate myself later if I didn’t ‘give it a go’ when the chance was there. He assured me that he felt the same way and then calmly asked me if it would help matters if he were to simply fondle my crotch? I was stunned for just a second or two before answering that ‘yes’ maybe it would help.

He got up from the bed and took a couple of paces towards me and I stood up directly in front of him. He then put his hand over my crotch and began to slowly massage me through my jeans. It was that simple. And in return I did absolutely nothing at all to stop him. It was weird. Insane. Surreal. In a second my pulse rate was up to about 120. This was a first. Never before had another man ever got even remotely this close before. He began to fondle a tad harder, but keeping it slow, adding a little squeeze here and there, all the time quietly urging me to relax. I began to enjoy it. And so did my cock.

A minute or so later, feeling a little less awkward and starting to get used to the idea, we were sitting beside each other at the end of the bed - him in his tracksuit bottoms and T-shirt, me in my 501’s and rugby shirt. I’d unclasped my belt buckle, unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down so he could get back to work on my cock through my shorts. His touch was good. I mean really good. When he’d got me semi hard I slowly eased my shorts down so that my thick cock bounced back and slapped me on the belly and I was watching for his reaction. It was a picture!

I relaxed back on the bed propping myself up with my elbows and watched him work on my cock and balls and he had me fully hard in next to no time. All along complimenting me on my tool and asking me how I felt? Was he doing it right etcetera? As if my hard-on wasn’t anything to go by. My un-cut cock fascinated him and I invited him to pull back the foreskin to fully expose the head, which he did. It sooo turned him on to do that. Me too. I was very, very hard by now. Then he asked me if I would mind if he took it in his mouth? The question alone almost made me cum. I told him if he was sure he wanted to do it then he should go ahead. He answered in the affirmative. He positively wanted to do it and told me to get out of my jeans and shorts completely. I didn’t argue. Didn’t even flinch. Just threw my shoes off and stripped naked from the waist down. He dropped to knees on the floor at the foot the bed and got himself between my wide open legs and I relaxed back on the bed propping myself up once more with my elbows so i could watch the show. My cock was probably as big and as hard as I have ever known it.

Even my most realistic fantasies left me ill prepared for the impact I felt from my first-time impression of me watching over another guy take my outrageously stiff cock into his mouth! Not only did it feel great physically but mentally it was obscenely so. Unforgettable.

He was sucking me off slowly. Taking his time as before. Trying to get as much of my cock into his mouth as he could. It wasn’t the length that he was trying his best to cope with, it was the girth. (I don’t think my cock is much longer than average length, if at all, but it certainly scores on breadth. See my profile gallery). He kept coming up for air and telling me how much he was enjoying the moment. How he couldn’t get enough. It was fantastic. I started to move my hips in time with his own rhythm. Riding them up to meet the descending bob of his head. Fuck, it felt good. Too good. I knew I would cum soon and I absolutely did not want to cum before he did. I told him he needed to stop and that I wanted to swap places before it was too late. He wasted no time in getting himself naked from the waist down like myself then he flopped down on the bed and I got myself on my knees and between his legs. His cut and semi hard cock was now right in front of me, just inches away and I remember thinking at that moment that that was the closest I’d ever been to a living cock. Never even got that close to my own. I didn’t quite know where to start. I wanted everything at once. All of it. I started massaging it with my hands and he was hard within seconds. God it was a handsome cock. Not as thick as my own but every bit as long. And he was smooth like myself. I ran my tongue up and down the length of the shaft and around his balls and began flicking my tongue over and around the rim of his cock-head. Then I started to flick harder and alternate between that and licking his shaft and balls. I could hardly believe what I was doing. That it was actually happening. That it was me and no-one else playing with this guys beautiful cock! When I got around to taking him fully in my mouth it was like nothing I’’d ever experienced before. Better than I imagined it could’ve been. Sublime. So I started to suck his cock in earnest. Up and down. Slow and hard. My hands working on his balls the whole time and then coming up for air before concentrating on edging his cock-head once more. Then I would sink down again taking as much cock as I could get into my mouth. I was making slurping noises every now and again as I sucked and sucked but i didn’t care. It was all so good. I was conscious of the way his hips were riding in time with my rhythm and of his heavy breathing and that he was now lying flat on his back content, it would seem, to let the whole thing run its course. I didn’t want it to end but I knew he was going to blow sometime soon and that knowledge really excited me. I was going to make another man come. I was going to suck him to completion. The thought of getting him almost there and finishing him off by hand went through my mind and I liked the idea. I thought I could get him to shoot his creamy spunky cum over my face and then use his cock to spread it around a little. Yummy. I was sucking deeply whilst wondering on what might be the best finish when I suddenly felt the first wave of hot cum fill my mouth; then another and another. It kept on flowing and I took it all gleefully and I kept on taking it until I was satisfied that I’d got the lot. It wasn’t at all salty as I thought it might be. It was actually quite sweet. And I milked every atom of that sweet tasting spunk he had in his balls into my mouth and I didn’t care. I loved it! Then with his cock still in my mouth I let all the jizz drain out and run down the length of his shaft like you see on the porno films. Half of it formed into a syrupy white pool at the base of his cock whilst the rest oozed effortlessly between his legs and along the contours of his balls.

When I came back from the bathroom he’d just finished mopping up and he motioned me back onto the bed saying that it was my turn. I did as he said and he got down to his knees once more and started on my cock. I was hard in seconds and once again I watched my cock disappear into his mouth. All my adult life I had got used to seeing and feeling the softness of a woman when I’ve been lucky enough to receive a blowjob so it was a very strange sensation when, for the first time, I felt the sandpapery sharpness of a guy’s one day old facial stubble on my skin. It was so unreal. I was still incredibly turned on by what I’d just done and with him doing his best to deep throat me I knew it wouldn’t be long before I too shot my load and I told him to prepare himself. I decided to just lay back and ride with it. Enjoy it. Let it happen whenever it was going to happen. I wasn’t going to try and prolong anything. As I had predicted It didn’t take long at all and when it happened it was truly one of the most forceful orgasms I’ve ever experienced. I just seemed to cum and cum. And he took all of it. Every morsel of white stuff I had within. The whole lot into his mouth. Just as I did for him.

Joining the traffic on the way home I was in a daze. The car just seemed to drive itself as I went back through the event in my mind. The one thing that I had been afraid of beforehand was that I might feel overcome with guilt or remorse afterwards but, much to my relief, I felt none of that. I was glad and I still am glad. Hopefully there will be other times but there hasn’t been to date - though I do still advertise on Craigslist for a suitable cock sucking partner. Because, latent though it might be, that’s what I am: A straight man who likes to suck cock. It will always be my secret and it’s a secret I feel comfortable with. Yes I think I can cope with that. I’m happy with it.

And I’m also content in the knowledge that you are the only other person I have confided in. So my secret is safe.







Essentially I’m a straight guy but that has never stopped me from harbouring cock sucking fantasies! I’ve been wondering what it would be like to take a nice, thick cock in my mouth since my middle teens. Never in my wildest daydreams did I believe I would actually find out what it was really like. It’s only happened on the one occasion and it was just under a year ago and I was 53 at the time. Fifty three for God’s sake! Why on earth did I wait so long. It was sensational!

It would probably never have happened at all had I not become a member of this site. I used to login here and spend many an idle hour perusing videos of all the sexy masturbating women and I even posted a few of my own cock pictures in the ridiculous hope that maybe one of those sexy gals might invite me over to her place for a bit of slap and tickle. I got plenty of friend requests and such-like but, in the main, they were from guys with ideas and cock pictures of their own; all of them commenting on my thick, uncut appendage and telling me, in no uncertain terms, what they would like to do. At first I was totally disinterested but after a while I realised I was actually attracted to some of the cock photos that came my way and I eventually began to allow my wandering mind to entertain the idea of taking one of them in my mouth and slowly sucking it off. This went on for quite some time, perhaps even a year or more and over this period it got to the stage where the simple fantasy of sucking on another guy’s cock grew into an overwhelming desire until, finally, it had manifested into a pathological obsession. I wasn’t looking for a gay relationship or anything heavy. It was just an oral thing and I really had to do something about it soon or I would go mad. So I put my almost religiously straight, hetero-sexual self aside and set about finding myself a cock to suck.

I began my quest by getting rid of 53 years worth of pubic hair. Shaved away everything; balls, under-carriage, upper deck, the lot, til I got myself baby smooth. Then I got to work on some more selfie cock pics but because I now had a mission I took more time over them; experimenting with different angles etcetera. I felt a bit daft doing it (a fly on the wall would have fallen off laughing,) and the whole parlava was much more awkward than I had anticipated but it had to be done. Nothing ventured nothing gained. I got photographs of my cock in every state. Some nice and relaxed, some semi stiff and others very angry indeed. Some colour, some black and white, some dripping with pre-cum. This is, I ventured to believe as fact, what other fellow cock suckers would want to see. That done I then went about the business of composing an advert for Craigslist and when I was satisfied I had everything I needed I posted it in the Men Looking For Men section. I could hardly believe what I was doing. M4M for goodness sake. The headline in the title of my ad’ went:

WOULD YOU SUCK THIS…?

Then underneath a couple of my photos it read:

Yes I would too if I could. However as it’s my own cock in the picture that’s hardly gonna happen but YOU might get there if you’re what I’m looking for.
Essentially I am a straight guy who wants to suck cock so I guess that makes me a little bi although I have to admit to having zero experience. I’m not looking for a string of one-nighters. Just regular meets (say once a month) with one, single well mannered guy who, like me, is only into mutual cock fondling, wanking and plenty of sucking. Nothing else. If you are the same way then we’re already half way to being a match so please read on. I want to get together with someone slim, lean, smooth and well hung. I’ll say that again so there is no mis-understanding: someone slim, lean, smooth and well hung. That means no heavyweights or hairy guys or macho types should waste their time responding. Someone clean-cut, thoughtful, and genuine is my preference and I would prefer if you are of average height and maybe a little younger than myself - but not by a generation gap. I am 100% clean - inside and out - and ultra discreet and you should be too. If this sounds like you then please get in touch and don’t forget to include a picture of your stiff, smooth cock if you want to receive my rapt attention! Thanks.

I sat back and waited to see what the response might be. I didn’t have to wait long but I have to say that the bulk of what I received frightened me to death. Jesus Christ! But… I persevered and re-posted my add a few times until, at last, I got the bite that I was hoping for.

An American gent’ of my own age was here in London on business and was staying at a hotel on the Heathrow Airport periphery. We were very alike in our experience and what we wanted. He coincided exactly with what I had outlined in my advert and I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my loins at the sight of his cock picture. I wasted no time in getting back to him and after a few ping-pong emails we arranged to meet at his hotel on the eve of his departure which meant that I had two days to kill in the meantime. The time dragged and dragged and I got more and more nervous as the full realisation of what I was embarking on began to hit home. Was I really going to go out of my way to meet a total stranger in an airport hotel with the express intention of sucking his cock? There was no getting away from the answer: Yes I was!

After what seemed like an eternity the big day came around and I was ‘hard’ with anticipation pretty much all day. I was in Oxford for the afternoon after dropping off some business clients which left me with a couple of hours to myself before picking them up again. With them out the way and nothing else to occupy my mind i just ended up getting even harder. I decided to go for a walk around and ended up in the covered market in the town centre but I just couldn’t get out of my mind what lay in store just a few hours ahead. Slinking around all the stalls with an iron hard rod inside my jeans and pretending to be interested in all the crap on sale I felt it must’ve been obvious to all those around me what I was going to get up to later that night; so horny was I for that cock! But nobody paid me the slightest attention. Which just gave me the licence to get harder still!

I couldn’t believe myself when I got home that evening prior to our meeting. I’d completely lost my nerve! Something or ‘someone’ inside my head was reeling me in and I ended up sending a text with the pathetic excuse that I had been held up at work and couldn’t make it. I was so pissed off with myself for backing out. The return text came within minutes. He’d obviously been looking forward to our little soiree as much as I had and he sounded genuinely let down but added that he understood and should I feel able to reschedule to early next morning and his “early morning wood,” - he would be able to accommodate. I had a firm discussion with myself and decided to reschedule our meeting and we swapped texts to confirm. I WAS going to go and it was going to be early; had to be early because of his morning flight home. So I set my alarm for 5am and hardly slept a wink.

I was in the shower the following morning just seconds after 5 O’clock and then I was straight into the car and driving towards the airport through the early April dawn. Auto pilot. No traffic. My mind blank. Fellatio within the hour.

My call from the hotel front desk up to his room obviously woke him up. It was just after 6am. He said to give him ten minutes and then come up. It was close to twenty minutes before I arrived outside his room and there was just the slightest hesitation before I knocked lightly on the door. This was it. it. No going back now.

Thank fuck he wasn’t a gorilla!

We shook hands, me being much relieved to note that he hadn’t lied, exaggerated or omitted anything in his self description to make himself sound any different from that which he was: A slim, toned, quietly spoken, decent looking guy who wanted the same as me and who, also like me, was a little nervous about the situation. I sat in one of those leather Club Armchairs common to all business hotel rooms and he sat at the end of the bed and we began exchanging amiable chit-chat. There was just a couple of bedside lamps illuminating the room. We talked about our experience - or rather our lack of experience in matters of gay contact and of our mutual fear of disease etcetera. He sensed that I was the more nervous of the two and he was good enough to make it plain that there shouldn’t be any pressure from either of us. If I wanted to just sit and talk then that was fine by him. Either of us could stop whatever, whenever and just walk away. No hard feelings. I said that I was fine (when I was actually a wreck) and that I would severely berate myself later if I didn’t ‘give it a go’ when the chance was there. He assured me that he felt the same way and then calmly asked me if it would help matters if he were to simply fondle my crotch? I was stunned for just a second or two before answering that ‘yes’ maybe it would help.

He got up from the bed and took a couple of paces towards me and I stood up directly in front of him. He then put his hand over my crotch and began to slowly massage me through my jeans. It was that simple. And in return I did absolutely nothing at all to stop him. It was weird. Insane. Surreal. In a second my pulse rate was up to about 120. This was a first. Never before had another man ever got even remotely this close before. He began to fondle a tad harder, but keeping it slow, adding a little squeeze here and there, all the time quietly urging me to relax. I began to enjoy it. And so did my cock.

A minute or so later, feeling a little less awkward and starting to get used to the idea, we were sitting beside each other at the end of the bed - him in his tracksuit bottoms and T-shirt, me in my 501’s and rugby shirt. I’d unclasped my belt buckle, unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down so he could get back to work on my cock through my shorts. His touch was good. I mean really good. When he’d got me semi hard I slowly eased my shorts down so that my thick cock bounced back and slapped me on the belly and I was watching for his reaction. It was a picture!

I relaxed back on the bed propping myself up with my elbows and watched him work on my cock and balls and he had me fully hard in next to no time. All along complimenting me on my tool and asking me how I felt? Was he doing it right etcetera? As if my hard-on wasn’t anything to go by. My un-cut cock fascinated him and I invited him to pull back the foreskin to fully expose the head, which he did. It sooo turned him on to do that. Me too. I was very, very hard by now. Then he asked me if I would mind if he took it in his mouth? The question alone almost made me cum. I told him if he was sure he wanted to do it then he should go ahead. He answered in the affirmative. He positively wanted to do it and told me to get out of my jeans and shorts completely. I didn’t argue. Didn’t even flinch. Just threw my shoes off and stripped naked from the waist down. He dropped to knees on the floor at the foot the bed and got himself between my wide open legs and I relaxed back on the bed propping myself up once more with my elbows so i could watch the show. My cock was probably as big and as hard as I have ever known it.

Even my most realistic fantasies left me ill prepared for the impact I felt from my first-time impression of me watching over another guy take my outrageously stiff cock into his mouth! Not only did it feel great physically but mentally it was obscenely so. Unforgettable.

He was sucking me off slowly. Taking his time as before. Trying to get as much of my cock into his mouth as he could. It wasn’t the length that he was trying his best to cope with, it was the girth. (I don’t think my cock is much longer than average length, if at all, but it certainly scores on breadth. See my profile gallery). He kept coming up for air and telling me how much he was enjoying the moment. How he couldn’t get enough. It was fantastic. I started to move my hips in time with his own rhythm. Riding them up to meet the descending bob of his head. Fuck, it felt good. Too good. I knew I would cum soon and I absolutely did not want to cum before he did. I told him he needed to stop and that I wanted to swap places before it was too late. He wasted no time in getting himself naked from the waist down like myself then he flopped down on the bed and I got myself on my knees and between his legs. His cut and semi hard cock was now right in front of me, just inches away and I remember thinking at that moment that that was the closest I’d ever been to a living cock. Never even got that close to my own. I didn’t quite know where to start. I wanted everything at once. All of it. I started massaging it with my hands and he was hard within seconds. God it was a handsome cock. Not as thick as my own but every bit as long. And he was smooth like myself. I ran my tongue up and down the length of the shaft and around his balls and began flicking my tongue over and around the rim of his cock-head. Then I started to flick harder and alternate between that and licking his shaft and balls. I could hardly believe what I was doing. That it was actually happening. That it was me and no-one else playing with this guys beautiful cock! When I got around to taking him fully in my mouth it was like nothing I’’d ever experienced before. Better than I imagined it could’ve been. Sublime. So I started to suck his cock in earnest. Up and down. Slow and hard. My hands working on his balls the whole time and then coming up for air before concentrating on edging his cock-head once more. Then I would sink down again taking as much cock as I could get into my mouth. I was making slurping noises every now and again as I sucked and sucked but i didn’t care. It was all so good. I was conscious of the way his hips were riding in time with my rhythm and of his heavy breathing and that he was now lying flat on his back content, it would seem, to let the whole thing run its course. I didn’t want it to end but I knew he was going to blow sometime soon and that knowledge really excited me. I was going to make another man come. I was going to suck him to completion. The thought of getting him almost there and finishing him off by hand went through my mind and I liked the idea. I thought I could get him to shoot his creamy spunky cum over my face and then use his cock to spread it around a little. Yummy. I was sucking deeply whilst wondering on what might be the best finish when I suddenly felt the first wave of hot cum fill my mouth; then another and another. It kept on flowing and I took it all gleefully and I kept on taking it until I was satisfied that I’d got the lot. It wasn’t at all salty as I thought it might be. It was actually quite sweet. And I milked every atom of that sweet tasting spunk he had in his balls into my mouth and I didn’t care. I loved it! Then with his cock still in my mouth I let all the jizz drain out and run down the length of his shaft like you see on the porno films. Half of it formed into a syrupy white pool at the base of his cock whilst the rest oozed effortlessly between his legs and along the contours of his balls.

When I came back from the bathroom he’d just finished mopping up and he motioned me back onto the bed saying that it was my turn. I did as he said and he got down to his knees once more and started on my cock. I was hard in seconds and once again I watched my cock disappear into his mouth. All my adult life I had got used to seeing and feeling the softness of a woman when I’ve been lucky enough to receive a blowjob so it was a very strange sensation when, for the first time, I felt the sandpapery sharpness of a guy’s one day old facial stubble on my skin. It was so unreal. I was still incredibly turned on by what I’d just done and with him doing his best to deep throat me I knew it wouldn’t be long before I too shot my load and I told him to prepare himself. I decided to just lay back and ride with it. Enjoy it. Let it happen whenever it was going to happen. I wasn’t going to try and prolong anything. As I had predicted It didn’t take long at all and when it happened it was truly one of the most forceful orgasms I’ve ever experienced. I just seemed to cum and cum. And he took all of it. Every morsel of white stuff I had within. The whole lot into his mouth. Just as I did for him.

Joining the traffic on the way home I was in a daze. The car just seemed to drive itself as I went back through the event in my mind. The one thing that I had been afraid of beforehand was that I might feel overcome with guilt or remorse afterwards but, much to my relief, I felt none of that. I was glad and I still am glad. Hopefully there will be other times but there hasn’t been to date - though I do still advertise on Craigslist for a suitable cock sucking partner. Because, latent though it might be, that’s what I am: A straight man who likes to suck cock. It will always be my secret and it’s a secret I feel comfortable with. Yes I think I can cope with that. I’m happy with it.

And I’m also content in the knowledge that you are the only other person I have confided in. So my secret is safe.