A gay story: Roger’s First Swallow First Time Swallowing….
All I did was have a few beers, then kiss Mike.
“This is wild,” I remembered saying when we were finished, with me literally licking my lips as I ingested sperm for the first time.
Mike’s a carpenter, was someone I reached out as I was renovating my house at the time. I needed his handy touch to replace my age old cabinets within the kitchen and bathrooms, and Mike brought a vision that at first I was reluctant to follow as I can be cheap.
“You can spend a lot for quality, or spend a little for minimal,” I remembered him saying as we sat down to figure out design.
I trusted Mike’s vision as he and I went back 30 years prior to high school, when he was one of the top students in shop class and just had a knack for creating and fixing things. He’d been in business for himself since that time, making a lucrative lifestyle just from his hobby of creating. I made the decision of what I wanted and he went to worth alongside the company I paid to renovate the spaces, and when it was all complete, Mike’s work stood out above the great efforts of the company that basically brought my house back to life.
“I couldn’t have asked for better,” I told him when he had me check things out.
I’d already paid the studly craftsman, who at 48 looked more 30ish, but I loved his work so much I tried to pay an extra $500. He declined it.
“A cold brew always suffices as a better tip,” he told me.
We went to Food Lion together to choose the brew, as he chose an imported IPA to sip on. We headed back to the house and I would roll out the grill to do some steaks, as this gave us a chance to catch up.
“My two boys are grown and in the military. I’m divorced as of six weeks ago, and now, living the single life,” he told me as we kicked back on the patio.
I hadn’t experienced half of what he did for I’d been single for years and had no children, just sleeping here and there with a woman while being a postal clerk in the last 25 years. I was in awe of Mike as he explained all the places he’d traveled to, the experiences within going to places like Europe and Africa. I was gulping my second beer when I reflected back to when we were in high school, and how he was an ugly duckling by some standards and turned out to be this swan of a man after all that time.
“I wasn’t always the man you see in front of you,” he said as I pointed out his evolution, as I was sitting there, eyeing this man differently than before.
I grew fond of Mike when he discussed his tribulations with marriage, and how the mother of his children took advantage of his income from a skill that provided such a good life for his family. I heard his voice break when he mentioned sex, and how he caught his wife blowing another guy one day after work.
“I gave her everything Roger,” he told me, and I reached over to rub his shoulder to console him, before getting up to get the steaks.
I felt bad for him but needed to lighten the mood. I served dinner, and played some music on my phone as the good times rolled in, with each of us having another beer. We recalled times of dating girls in high school, as I mentioned a few names that took us down Memory Lane. The laughs were plentiful as we spoke on those girls back then being burly women now, and how fortunes changed for the both of us as we couldn’t get laid as teens like now in out adult lives. After while I watched the taller Mike get lost in reminiscing, and started wondering why his ex did what she did.
“I work all the time, and she had needs,” he said.
“But you have needs, too,” I said to him.
“I do, but the cars, the house, the boat wouldn’t pay for themselves,” he countered.
He rambled on while in my head I wanted to defile him, to see if maybe whatever he was packing just wasn’t enough to satisfy his ex, or any woman. I per se had been curious about men anyway since I’d been with a few woman who stepped out on their men, and I just wanted to see why my old buddy had to endure the same thing.
“You got a decent size cock,” I asked before my fourth beer.
He laughed and explained that he did, but that he might’ve not necessarily “hit the right spot” when it came to penetrating his wife.
“Women can be quite complex,” I told him as I explained I never had that problem with my six inch prick.
The more he talked about it the worse I felt, as he pretty much claimed he hadn’t climaxed in over six months.
“Brother, I’m backed up,” he said as my jaw dropped.
How was it possible this man kept that all pent up inside? I jerked off every other night if I wasn’t getting any, for the plumbing needed to remain working at all times until it was no longer possible.
We finished our steaks and downing beers, and so we chose to go into the house since darkness fell. I didn’t want him to leave as he was a little buzzed, so we sat on the couch watching a movie. Mike might’ve been a couple feet from me with both of his feet on the couch, totally in tune with Sharon Stone in the movie, Basic Instinct. I was eyeing her, too, but then the thought of him not ejaculating all these months crossed my mind.
“Six months,” I asked.
He laughed then repeated what I said before I looked his way. He wouldn’t break focus from the screen, but I looked at his face, then down at his crotch as I could see he had a hard on. It might’ve been the movie, it might’ve been us talking about sex but he was turned on, and I for one was, too, but not from the movie. He turned to look at me with those hazel eyes and smiled, then looked back at the television as I noticed his hand near his belt.
“You need some help with that,” I asked.
His glance back at me, with him biting down on his bottom lip was the yes I needed before I wiggled my chubby body over to him.
“Can I,” I whispered.
“You may,” he whispered back as we were in each other’s face, with me planting my lips on his while undoing his belt.
I got it free and unzipped his shorts before he raised up to pull them to his ankles, and I would have my left hand stroking his hard, hairy meat while we sucked each other’s tongues. I then went down between his thighs as he would lay back completely, looking up at his face as he had this look of despair, almost seemingly like uncertainty for us to do what was happening. That wouldn’t stop me for the next instance I had my lips hugging his tip, then pushing my head down on that hairy, veiny shaft as I only pretended to know what I was doing.
“Right there, Rog,” he whispered as I was only doing what I knew worked for me, using my lips to massage that thick tool as Mike might’ve measured a little longer than me.
I recalled getting my cock sucked and closed my eyes like the women I’d been with, as I would learn closing my eyes only added to the fun. I was receiving an unwarranted indoctrination of slut life, managing to inhale that entire cock as I took it to my throat with no struggle. Was I a natural? Was it written for me to do this when I for all these years was eating and beating pussy? I heard Mike’s moans and tasted his precum as I was pleasing a man for the first time, much better than what my curiosity made me envision.
“Fuck, dude I think you’re gonna make me cum,” Mike said as he chuckled, surprised that letting another man do him could provide such delight.
He wanted to push me off but I was too adapted, to clamped to that cock as I wanted that “prize.” All the women I was with swallowed me, and I, too wanted to pay it forward. Mike’s giggles turned into louder moans, and the moans turned into violent name calling and cursing once I felt his hot, salty liquid straps shooting all inside my mouth. I wasn’t a fan of the flavor, but intoxicated with the fact I could make a man get off the same way I did women: with my mouth. I made sure to get it all, then removed my mouth from his softened cock before he looked at me and laughed.
“What the fuck did we just do,” he asked.
I laughed and explained that like him, this was unchartered waters. I however liked it, and an hour later we would go at it again as I didn’t feel comfortable with him driving home since he’d been drinking. We came out of our clothes, then I led him to my bedroom, where I was able to pull another load out of him, this time it being much sweeter, and even more plentiful.
We fall asleep, and when the sun came up he was gone, and left a mark on me to where I would become a cocksucker.