A gay story: New Way to Get a Blow Job I love having my cock sucked. I absolutely LOVE a good blow job. It is my favorite over any other sex. Oh, I love banging away at my wife, & she cums really hard. So do I.
I love teasing & pleasing her orally. If I don’t do that first, matter of fact, she probably won’t cum during intercourse. Simple, because she needs the extra stimulus, to enjoy it when I’m inside her which is fine because I also love to eat her pussy, tasting her sweet cream, covering my face with the smell and taste of it. So, it’s a win – win for us both.
But, my favorite sex is a blow job. You lay just there, someone is laying between your legs, licking, kissing, sucking, and making love to your dick. While you just lay there, enjoying the sensations, doing nothing but enjoying it.
Hearing the sounds a mouth makes loving my dick. Slurp, slurp! Feeling the warm, wet mouth, slide up & down my dick. Feeling their tongue caressing, teasing, rubbing on the, oh so very sensitive part, just below the head. Then the hand slowly beating time, up and down my cock.
I get higher and higher, closer and closer, I feel my muscles and anus start to tense up, I’m squirming with anticipation, then I explode as spurt after spurt of cum blows out of my dick into a warm, wet mouth.
The pleasure is so intense I can’t even keep my eyes opening to watch. All over my body I feel the pulses as my cum squirts into that mouth. It is such a wonderful feeling, indescribable unless you’ve experienced it, I guess.
I did nothing for it to happen. It was a wonder gift to me by someone else. A gift I was receiving because she wanted to give me extreme pleasure.
My wife would ask, “What do you want for your birthday?” I’d say, “How about one of your great blowjobs?” Or, “What do you really want for Christmas?” I’d reply, “How about a blowjob under the Christmas tree or in front of the fireplace?” Quite often it led directly to that.
Except, it was happening less and less. She was busy at her job. She’d been promoted to department manager. Was on the management council that was planning the new hospital. And, was too tired…so very very often.
I was looking at the internet sex ads (who doesn’t?) casually, when an ad caught my eye, on the page of various women, looking for casual sex.
“I’ll do what your wife won’t! Suck you until you are raw! Swallow every drop! No reciprocation required”
While ‘raw’ sounded a bit extreme, I couldn’t imagine it ever happening, it also sounded exciting. Scary too, what if she had a STD. Could I catch it? I’d never mind eating a different puss, so why ‘no reciprocation?’
I answered it. It was bedtime, and I didn’t think I’d get an answer right then, and started to shut down my PC.
But, before I could click the page away, I got an answer. “How long is your cock? I love a real mouthful!”
Wow! My dick twitched and I was interested. So I typed back, “About 7″ long and 3″ in diameter. I shoot 5 or 6 shots when I cum.”
Right back, “I can have a private place to meet anytime. Anywhere in town. Can’t wait to taste your meat. Call me!” And to my surprise gave a phone number.
Replied, “Can’t now, my wife in shower, it’s about my turn. How about I call tomorrow?”
“Sure! Anytime after 9:00. Talk to you then, stud!” Smiley face.
I carefully put the number in my phone. Deleted the page. Dropped out of the site. Cleared my history. Ran virus checked on my PC. As normal…I worked in systems and this was automatic for me.
I had a tingle though. What did she look like? Old, young, fat, can’t attract a guy? Or, what? Why did she love sucking cock? No reciprocation required? Hummm, sounded to good to be true. Did I care what she looks like?
Next day, ~9:30 after coffee, I told my coffee buddy, “Need to hit Hallmark, I need a card.” He took off for office & I crossed street. My cock was tingling.
I dialed. Rang 8 times & I got a recording. “Hi! This is Taylor, and I’m away from my phone for a few moments showing a home, but leave your number, and I’ll call you right back! Have a great day!”
Kind of a midzone voice. Not really a lot female. Could Taylor be a guy? Or, just a woman, who sounded a bit masculine. I almost hung up, but instead left message, “This is 7″ Bill. I’ll call you back this afternoon about 3:30.” Knowing if it was a cell phone I was calling she’d have my number.
I couldn’t take a call at work; no cell calls allowed. So, it would have to be after work as I walked to my car. At 3:33, as I walked to the parking garage, I called the number.
This time Taylor answered. “Hello, this is Taylor. Is that you, stud?” My dick jumped at that.
“Yes, it is me, Taylor.” Then, I didn’t know what to say. Waited…
“I can’t wait to get your hard dick in my hands and mouth! Where are you? Can we meet?,” Taylor said. “How old are you?”
“Ah, I’m 53, I’m downtown, on 20th about to Curtis to get to my parking garage. Where are you at?” I said. My dick was going from at ease to hard, & I could feel it twitching.
“Oh, I’m in Golden, on way to show a home. I’m a realtor, which is how I always have a place to meet. Where are you headed next?,” Taylor said. “I’m a few years older than you. Is that OK?”
“I live down south in Highlands Ranch. That’s where I’m going now,” I said. I was kind of disappointed, kind of glad; I was nervous I’ll admit. I’d never had cheated on my wife. Was the 70s motto, “Eating ain’t cheating,” still right? Did I CARE how old the mouth was?
“Well, I can always be showing a home down there some evening. Or, downtown, if that is easier,” Taylor said.
She was making it really easy. Since it was a Friday, tomorrow wouldn’t work. We were off to the mountains to play golf.
So I said, “How about Monday? And, there are two condos for sale on top of my parking garage, even.”
“Text me the address and unit numbers, so I can arrange it, stud. Monday doesn’t work for me, I have desk duty, but I’ll be there at 3:30 Tuesday, if that’s OK,” she said. “I really want to eat your man meat!”
“Ah, O.K. I’ll do that right now,” I said. “My name is Will by the way.”
“Great! Is your dick getting hard thinking about my mouth on it?,” she asked.
I replied, honestly, “Ah yeah, it is Taylor. It’s been twitching since we started talking.”
“Oh, that’s great! I’ll make it shoot hot cum down my throat! You’ll love it!,” she said. “Call me if you get a chance over the weekend or Monday. I can take your call all day Monday. I work in office alone.”
I had a really hard dick by this time. Luckily, I was alone in elevator up to floor my car was on. But, when I got in my car, I had to jack off, I was so excited. The garage is very dim during daytime. So it’d been hard for anyone to see or notice me doing it. And, there was trash can to put the wet Kleenex in by the elevator, after I was done.
There was still this warning thought in the back my mind. Is Taylor a woman or a guy? A gay guy? Could he be? AIDS had been running through country for years. A serious problem in Denver with its large gay community.
I wondered…but my cock just thought of a warm mouth & me shooting cum into it. ‘You, Little Head, can get me into trouble,’ I thought.
While wife was showering Saturday afternoon, and washing her hair, before we went into Vail Village for dinner, I called Taylor.
“Hello stud! So glad to hear from you! Hoping to keep you interested!,” she said.
“Oh, I’m interested. I LOVE a good blowjob!, I said.
“You don’t mind that I’m a guy, do you, Will?, Taylor said.
OMG! I was right, it wasn’t a woman! “Ah, I ah, wondered if, ah, you were.” I said. Thinking, I should hang up, delete & block number.
“You don’t have to worry. My wife doesn’t know I’m Bi. I’ll never call or do anything to put you in jeopardy. I don’t mess with gay guys, just married men, so I’m safe,” he said.
“He” said. “He” said. But then …
My mind flashed back, over 30 years before to a barracks room, drinking too much beer, and my roommate telling me, “Instead of just a circle jerk tonight, while softly stroking my dick, I’m not going to just jerk you off, I’m going to suck your hard dick tonight.” And, he did. It was way better than a buddy jerk. The “doing it for your buddy” circle jerk was extra fun. Because, you just lay back and came… But, his mouth sucking on my dick was special!
I was only 18, still a virgin, & it felt wonderful. Every time we drank beers alone in the room afterwards, he’d suck my dick. It always felt so wonderful. It would happen about once or twice a week.
He never asked me to suck his, sometimes he’d sucked me off twice in a row, and it’d felt so damned good. I did jerk him off, we’d both jerked each other off, but I never sucked him, although I knew he wanted me too.
Then, my girl & I got serious while I was on leave, ran off and got married. A wonderful, though long, and far hidden, memory, hidden way back in my mind. But, a memory that was still there.
“Ah, I guess not,” I stammered.
“We still on Tuesday, then?,” he quietly asked.
“Ah, sure.” I’d crossed the Rubicon. Why not?
“Great! Can’t wait to see, feel, and suck down your 7 inches of hard dick.,” he said. “You won’t be sorry, I promise you, you’ve never had a blowjob like I’ll give you.
We hung up. I still wasn’t sure. But, it did sound good. A blowjob with no strings and he wanted to do it. How could I lose? I’d look him over carefully Tuesday though.
The weekend ended. Monday, after work as I walked to my car about 3:35, he – He – called again. I looked at phone. Thought, I should end this, right now. But, cock twitching, I answered it. “Hello?”
“HI! This is Taylor. Just checking in to be sure you’ll still let me suck you off tomorrow night, stud,” he said. “I really want to give you an incredible blowjob.”
Blowjob. A Blowjob. An incredible Blowjob. The magic word. “Ah, yes, still on. Just wanted to warn you, I’m on the phone a lot, and I could be a few minutes late. Just in case you’d think I was ignoring you.”
“Thank you for that. I’m not used to driving downtown, so I could be late, too. Please wait for me, it WILL be worth the wait,” he said. “If you don’t see me right at 3:40, give me a call.”
“O.K.” I said. I was committed. My dick was not erect, but definitely engorged a bit with anticipation. Not like last week, when I needed to jack off, after our conversation.
Denver’s downtown isn’t aligned with the rest of the city. It’s on kind of a forty-five degree angle to the other streets, in fact. Which often throws people off when they aren’t used to driving down town. I would understand his confusion driving there if he wasn’t used to it.
I wasn’t able to leave the office exactly on time, at 3:30 the next day, so I was in a rush when I did head out. Across the street I dialed him. Taylor answered, said he’d had trouble finding place to park, and was about a block away. Told him I was further away but walking fast.
I jogged a block, turned corner, and got to lobby. Empty. I put my lunch box on counter, and looked in it, wondering where he was. A gal came in, smiled that ‘garage elevator smile’ and got on empty car. Door closed and she was gone.
Door opened, guy walked in, “Realtor” on briefcase came in, and smiled at me saying, “Will?”
I offered my hand, saying, “Taylor?”
His smile got bigger, and he said, Just as a three more people came into lobby, “Let’s look at that condo, shall we?”
We moved to back of elevator. Door closed and we rose. I suddenly recalled, ‘I didn’t pee before leaving office, because I was late.’ I felt his hand very gently caressing the front of my pants. OMG. Instant erection! Luckily, everyone was facing the door. He chuckled quietly.
They got out on 2, 4, & 6. We rose to 10. I’d adjusted my hard dick so it was pointed up, and wouldn’t not so painful to walk.
He smiled and said softly, “Oh yeah, this is going to be great fun!” He had to get into briefcase, to find combination, I held it up like it was a desk. He found a little book, opened it, turned & dialed in combination. Speaking loudly he said, “This is a two bedroom place.” Just in case someone had heard us in lobby.
We went in. Empty place, not a stick of furniture, and it was a ‘loft’ and had unfinished concrete walls, ugly grey (to me). He shut door, said let’s look around a moment, and we did. It was thickly carpeted, though.
I got soft looking, but had overwhelming need to pee. Told him I needed to use bathroom. He said, “Sure, right there, I’ll put a towel down for you to lay on. In case anything gets away from me when you cum.”
Sure enough, he pulled a towel set, bath, hand and wash cloth out of briefcase. I went into toilet, started to close the door, then thought to myself, ‘He’s going to be sucking my dick! Why close door?’ In fact, I hung my trousers on the towel rack. Underwear too.
I peed, long and hard, then wiped using toilet paper. He came in, wet the wash cloth, and gently washed my dick, balls, and area off. I got erect again. He dried it with the hand towel. “Come on, I want you in my mouth,” he said gently leading me out of the bath, “I like how fast you get hard. Nearer 8 inches I think.”
I lay down, he’d even brought a small pillow along to go under my head, and he crawled between my legs, fondling my dick all the time. “Like that?,” he asked very softly.
“Yes,” I whispered. Then, louder, “Oh, Yes!
As he leaned down, and sucked me into his mouth covering my head, and running his tongue all the way around it.
He popped off, ran his tongue below, to the frenulum, and licked it like an ice cream cone. I groaned it felt so good. Then, he slowly licked slowly and completely down the underside of my cock, clear down to my already tightened balls, and below then to the perineum, and teased that. A NEW great feeling sensation! Felt really good! I moaned, groaned, yet again.
Then, he suckled each ball a moment, while tonguing them, in his mouth. This was NEW! Oh, how good it felt. I could feel the precum starting to wet the head of my dick. He then licked all the way up, my achingly hard dick, to the top.
“Mummm, what have we here?,” he said licking it clean. “Liking this, are you?”
“Ah,uh, huh!” was all I could manage to say, it felt so damned good. He continued to press his thumb, on the perineum, as his fingers held me up straight.
The other hand was gently stroking me, as he started pushing his mouth down, down, taking more and more of the shaft it his mouth. I could feel something starting to boil! Then, he pulled almost off, then rapidly went down, up, down, up, down, and up again. Felt so very good!
Then, he dove down as deep as he could, until I could feel the back of his mouth, then I was in his throat. Oh, yes, it felt wonderful.
He was pinching, not painfully, but hard, on the bottom of my dick. “Not yet, not yet, I want to enjoy this longer,” he said. The boiling subsided, didn’t stop, but wasn’t about to boil over.
He alternated these things for ten, twelve minutes. I was actually squirming, shaking my hips up & down meeting him, I needed to cum so badly.
Finally, back to the fast up, down, up, down, and the fingers that had been squeezing were loose while the thumb was pulsing on the perineum. I exploded into his mouth!!! Only word I can think of to describe it I came so hard.
My cum simply exploded out of my shaft, into his waiting mouth, it felt like. I’d never came so hard before. One, two, three, four, five, six hard shots, each I realized, accompanied by his thumb pressing on me as I pulsed.
I closed my eyes tightly, as even the light in room interfered with the feeling. Moaned as each shot poured up my shaft. “Ohh, Ahh, Ohh, Ahh, Ohh, Ahh, Mummmmmm.” Not exactly articulate, but… all I could manage.
Now, he was just rubbing his thumb hard on my perineum, as cum continued oozing out of dick. He’d lost all of it after the second shot, some coming out of the sides of his mouth, as he couldn’t swallow fast enough. Now he was licking it up. It felt sensational. Plus, more was oozing gently out of the slit in the head.
Slowly it all stopped, except his thumb, which felt good, if a bit strange. After he quit rubbing that, the dribbles stopped too, even as he licked each one off.
“Hummm, Feeling better?,” he said smiling down at me.
“I, I, ahh, I, ohh my God, but that felt good,” I managed. “I don’t think I ever came that hard before.”
He smiled, said “Next time, it’ll be better, because you won’t be nervous like this time.”
I wondered, could it be? Really??
Then, he said, “We can go for two next time. How does that sound? You are quite the stud, big cock, big balls, big load. I really want some time with you again. O.K.?”
I nodded. “Yes, yes, I’d like that. Two times? I’ve not cum twice in a row in years.”
He smiled as he continued to gently stroke me. To my surprise, I could feel actually arousal beginning, even after that. He said,” Oh yeah, I can feel it now, but you and I both know we need to get on way home, to keep out of the deep rush hour traffic.”
Denver’s rush was a horrid mess. He was right. He took the wash cloth, lovingly washed me off, and dried me. He stood up on his knees, then his legs, and helped me up. I felt weak as a kitten, I’d cum so hard. I wobbled off to bath to dress.
He was filling out some paperwork on counter when I came out of bathroom. The place had that “sweet male cum smell” in it. Same as I’d smelled when looking at homes before, I suddenly realized. Obviously, other realtors did this too!
And this was how I entered the “bi” world. I still loved my wife. But, I also loved Taylor’s blowjobs. We got together often after that, but that’s a different story…