I have been thinking about trying a walk on the wild side for quite some time now. These thoughts started after I was almost seduced into having oral by an older guy when in my late teens. I remember his large uncut cock and big low-hanging balls like it was yesterday. I never ended up doing anything but that encounter left an impression on my young mind and contributed to who I am today. I still remember the fifty-something-year-old man retreating to the bathroom and hearing him jerk off after he got all worked up trying to entice me into mutual oral.
Forty-plus years later, some of those earlier experiences started flooding back into my head. I realize today that I missed an opportunity all those years ago to try something that may have been an unforgettable experience. I now regret never acting on that opportunity but chalk it up to the guilt that this activity would have brought with it at the time. Today I can look back and wish I had allowed that particular encounter to naturally unfold.
This leads me to my current fantasy of oral seduction by a friend that unfolds like this. It is set in the same era of short shorts from the seventies and early eighties around the same time the encounter with the older guy took place. That encounter led me to start thinking of some of my close male friends in a different way. It was the era of jockstraps and mandatory showers during Phys. Ed. classes, which I had started to take note of.
The fantasy goes like this:
We are at the gym lifting weights with one spotting for the other. When it is my turn, I get on the bench to start my presses and my buddy is standing over me as I bench press. I notice he is standing close and I can see up his shorts and notice he is wearing a white jock that looks well-filled.
I keep pressing and as I get tired he bends at the knees to help lift, almost brushing me in the face with his crotch as he reaches for the bar. I catch a definite scent of his hot musky crotch. His scent starts my head swimming with ideas and my cock starts to grow thinking about what I just smelled.
All I see in my head is his growing cock and his low-hanging musky-scented balls encased in his white jock. Having seen him in the showers numerous times, I know he is cut. I start thinking about how it would be to actually put my face right into his crotch and get my nose right up under his balls and really inhale his scent after this sweaty workout. I have to snap out of it as it is my turn to spot and my cock is really starting to push against my own jockstrap.
I notice my buddy adjusts his crotch as he moves to the bench. Is it me or has his bulge also gotten bigger? It is all I can do to keep my mind off his crotch because I don't want him to notice I'm hard. Before I know it our workout is done and we head to the change room. We start idle chat which is a relief because, it gives me a chance to allow my cock to deflate before we have to get undressed in front of each.
Being the end of the day, he suggests we skip the shower and head over to his place for a cold drink. I am game as I don't want him to see me in my semi-erect state at that point. When we get to his place he grabs a couple of pops and we sit down.
He is sitting across from me and he is relaxed with his legs apart and I can't help but look and again, see his white jock up his shorts. I try to take my mind off it. My buddy asks, "Are you alright? You were a bit distant at the gym. It was as if you had something on your mind?"
As he is asking this, he slowly spreads his legs a little wider while adjusting himself. All the while he is looking at me to see where I might be focusing. It is really hard not to glance down at the object of my desire, as he is adjusting again.
After his adjustment, I notice his balls are hanging out and I can clearly see the hairy orbs hanging alongside his plump jockstrapped cock. My heart starts pumping and my mouth goes dry and I just manage to croak, "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired from the workout."
He says, "Funny, I could have sworn that you were getting a boner at the gym looking up my shorts when you were doing your bench presses?"
He asks if this was the case and what might have caused me to get hard? I immediately deniy I got a hard-on. But at this point, he is telling me he thinks I was turned on by him with his crotch over my face on the weight bench and says, "Maybe you should give in to your desire."
As he is saying this I'm turning red and my mouth is getting dryer. He gets up and slowly approaches me. He is now standing right there in front of my face as he cups his bulge and continues, "Is this what you liked at the gym?" Moving even closer, he gently brushes his crotch in my face and says, "Admit it, this is what you wanted, isn't it?"
Oh my God, is this really happening? My buddy is pushing his sweaty crotch in my face and I am not stopping him! In fact, I'm thinking my cock is telling him this is exactly what I want when he says, "Hah, I knew it!" He then continues, "Ok, come on then, why don't you get on your knees and let's see where this goes. You want to, don't you? That's it, slide out of the chair, put your face where you know you want it to be."
I slide out of the chair onto my knees without a word. He takes my head in his hands and pushes my face into his warm crotch. I can feel the heat from his growing cock as he starts talking to me, "Tell me what you want. Do you want my cock in your mouth or my sweaty balls in your face?" He continues, "I'll let you do what you want, just tell me what it is."