After what seemed like an eternity I heard, “Hello Whitman?”
“Y-yes, you wanted to talk to me?”
“Can you come to my house tomorrow morning?” He asked. “Say ten a.m.?”
“Sure,” I stammered, “What do you want to see me about?”
“Well,” he said, “It’s not a matter we should discuss over the phone.”
“I’ll be there,” I said weakly.
I opened my liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Jack Daniels. I’m not much of a drinker, but I needed this. Holding the bottle to my mouth, I took a large swallow. Closing my eyes, I slumped back in the chair. After another swallow I began to calm down. The next day was Saturday. I was supposed to take my boys to the park and toss some baseballs. Well, that would have to be postponed. I went to bed and hoped I could sleep.
The throbbing in my head woke me up. Great, I thought. Just what I need today. After Alka-Seltzer and coffee I began to feel better. I drove to Frank Park’s house. He greeted me at the door and invited me in. He said that Mrs. Parks was away visiting family. We sat in his den. He offered a drink but I refused.
I steeled myself for what was coming and said, “You seem to have something serious to discuss with me, so let’s get to the point.”
He smiled and said, “Jim, I know that you are bisexual.”
There! There it was. I was ashamed to hear him say it. So now I knew the other shoe had been dropped! I sat there and said nothing for a while. Neither did he. He just kept looking at me with a stupid grin on his face.
Finally I was sick of the look on his face and asked, “So what happens now? Am I ruined? Are you going to talk to Joan?”
Fred Parks rose from his chair and walked slowly toward me. He reached down and put his hand on my crotch. Then he kneeled down in front of me and unzipped my fly. I was shocked and relieved at the same time. He reached in and pulled out my cock, it was, of course, soft. He gently cupped his hands under my balls and brought his face down to my cock. Turning his head he rested his cheek along the shaft of my prick. I closed my eyes. Fred then unbuckled my belt and began to pull my jeans down. I raised my ass to help him. When my jeans, boxers, shoes and socks were off, he took my, now semi hard cock, into his mouth. When I got to full hardness he lifted his head and said, “It’s been so long.”
After sucking on me for a while Fred led me into the bedroom. We got naked and climbed on his king size bed. He eagerly took me into his mouth again and seemed to be in heaven as he lovingly kissed and sucked on my cock and licked my balls.
Mr. Parks was about 60 years old. He had a paunch and was balding rapidly. His mouth was wonderful though. Lifting his head off me, he turned facing the night table. He then removed his dentures, both uppers and lowers. He gave me a toothless grin and said, “You’re going to love this.” When his mouth returned to my cock it was incredible! Just like a nice juicy cunt, only with a tongue that licks up and around my grateful cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the best sucking I ever had in my life. With my eyes closed I didn’t know if he was pumping up and down on it or just sucking on it. It felt indescribably incredible. It seems I was awash in his sucking. My whole body was feeling this wonderful sensation. It wasn’t long before I tapped him on the head and told him I was cumming. He kept his wonderful mouth on my cock and moaned “Mmmm” nodding his head. He squeezed my balls and my cum shot like a bullet into his eager mouth. Again and again my stream of cum was sucked out of me. I could see his throat contracting as he swallowed again and again. Finally, as my orgasm eased off, he sucked me dry and cleaned me up with his tongue.
Feeling grateful for the wonderful pleasure he had given me, I took his cock in my hand and started to take it in my mouth. He pushed me away.
“There’s no need for you to do that,” he said. “You may not believe it, but I probably had more pleasure that you did. I haven’t sucked a cock in more than 20 years. I was bi when I was in my teens, but I fought it off. I tried to convince myself that it was the wrong thing to do. I wasn’t queer. I hated myself whenever I had sex with a man. But the feeling of sucking a cock never left my mind. Whet I heard that you were into that I couldn’t pas it up. I had to call you.”
“Well, you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were going to expose me to the community. I was petrified!”
“I apologize for that. It never crossed my mind to do that. In fact I hope we can do this again.”
“Well, Fred,” I said, “I don’t care how grateful you are; I want to suck your cock.”
I looked and saw that he was semi hard. He smiled and lay back on the bed. I began to lick his balls. My tongue found its way to his asshole and I licked there too. He sighed. I ran my tongue along his hardening cock, up and down a few times. He was about 5 inches. Opening my mouth I took him all the way in. I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my throat. Closing my mouth over it, I put pressure from my tongue and forced his cock up against the roof of his mouth. I held his cock in that pressure cooker for a while and then, started backing off while continuing the pressure.
When my mouth reached the head of his cock he screamed, “Oh, wow, he said you were good. I had no idea. I’m cumming Jim. Take my cum, take it all Ahhhh.”
I felt his juice upon my tongue. It was very salty. I swallowed it quickly.
Feeling relieved, at least temporarily, I drove home. There was still time to shag a few baseballs with my sons. It ended a very interesting day.
As the weeks went by, Fred and I got together a few times. Once we had a threesome with Don. That was HOT! One Monday morning I walked into the bank to make my weekly deposit. While I stood at the teller’s cage, the bank vice president came up and asked if he could speak to me. I finished my business with the teller and followed him into his office.
“Jim,” he said, “you remember that loan you asked for several months ago? You wanted to expand your business. We had to turn you down because you were spread kind of thin in your investments.”
Wondering what this was all about I said, “Yes, I was disappointed but I understood why I was turned down.”
“Well,” he said, “there might be reconsideration.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, I had a talk with Fred Parks. You know he is one of the bank’s trustees. He asked us to take another look at your application and he convinced me to grant you the loan, with one condition.
“And what would that be,” I asked, becoming suspicious.
“I think you can guess what I mean,” he said with a nasty grin. “Come to my home this Saturday. The wife and kids will be away.”
I couldn’t believe this was happening. Was the whole damn town bisexual? I felt that I was being blackmailed by the bank vice president, but why complain? The problem was, I was getting more male sex and not taking care of my wife very much. I went to his house on Saturday. He invited me in and led me to his bedroom. He stripped and laid on the bed, his rigid cock pointing to the ceiling. It was enormous. I guessed about ten inches at least, maybe bigger.