I have traveled extensively on business during my lengthy career working in the insurance industry. However, it was only a year ago when I had my first erotic experience with another man. Now I look back at all the opportunities I squandered while out of town in hotels, and I’m trying to make up for lost time.

My name is John, and my wife, Sharon, and I are both forty-eight years old and have lived in the greater Omaha area all of our lives. Since our daughter got married and moved away a few years ago, we have been adjusting to being empty-nesters. We had a great sex life from the beginning of our marriage, with only a few lulls as we aged into our forties. Oral sex was always a big part of our sex, but I always enjoyed eating her out more than she enjoyed sucking my cock. I had been infrequently going to porn sites for most of our marriage, with Sharon’s knowledge, and that interest intensified during times when our sex was less frequent.

Around the time we turned forty-seven I started spending more time on internet porn sites. My previous taste was indiscriminate, and I looked at all types of porn. But as I grew older and looked at more and more of it, I became fascinated with the cuckold genre. I had always considered myself to be a normal, masculine kind of guy, never having any attraction to men or their cocks. Those cuckold stories helped me to see another side of my persona, and I surprisingly found that I identify more with the cuckold husbands in those stories, than I do the big-cocked men fucking their wives.

Sharon always seemed to be satisfied with my rather average, five and a half inch, circumcised cock that is also of average thickness. However, many of the stories describe men who wae excitingly aggressive lovers and who have much longer and thicker cocks than mine. I began to fantasize about other men fucking and satisfying my wife, and I was becoming fascinated with those bigger cocks that I saw pictures of and was reading about, including the descriptions of their big cum loads. That was about the time that we were having a lull in our sex lives, and it had been over a month since Sharon had let me fuck her or for her to suck my cock. I was determined to get Sharon involved in my fantasies to revitalize our marriage.

Over a period of a couple of weeks I dropped hints to Sharon about joining me in reading some of the cuckold stories. She was against it at first, but when she finally understood how much it excited me, she agreed to read some stories with me. After the first few stories, she began to realize that I was identifying with the cuckold husbands. She thought it was funny that I was imagining myself in a submissive role, and she couldn’t understand how I, or any other husband, could even think about surrendering his wife to other men. We read the stories in bed, and that quickly improved our sex lives. We were fucking and sucking at least four times per week, and she was starting to enjoy her role as the dominant wife.

After the first month she was verbalizing in our fantasies about how great it was to fuck other men, and she even began to treat me more like a cuckold. We got a cock cage, and she enjoyed dressing in sexy attire, and teasing me as my cock got hard in the tight cage. It wasn’t that much longer before I let Sharon know that I would like to be cuckolded by her for real. We talked about joining a swinger’s group to get started, and even attended a couple of group sessions where participation was optional, and we did not participate. That may have been what spooked Sharon.

Soon after attending those swinger sessions, she became less interested in the cuckold stories and stopped reading them with me, as our sex life dwindled again. She never wanted to discuss why she had a change of heart. I assumed that she was either afraid of what kind of wife she would become if we got started, or maybe she was concerned about losing me to another woman. I became frustrated at that point, knowing that I would likely never have a chance to watch her fuck another man.

I kept reading the stories, and I was focusing more and more on the passages where the cuckold husbands cleaned the wives of cum, sucked the other men’s cocks to clean them, or even sucked the men off at other times. I was ashamed of myself for imagining myself between another man’s legs sucking his cock, but I couldn’t get the thought of experimenting with another man out of my mind. The masculine part of me rationalized that it wouldn’t hurt to at least meet with another man, confident that I would never actually touch him.

My purpose in relating the foregoing to you is so you will understand the frame of mind I was in on my trip to California a year ago. I flew in on Sunday afternoon, so I would be there for an early meeting on Monday. I stayed at a hotel in Irvine, one that I have stayed out many times before. After a quick dinner in the hotel, I went back to my room and began surfing for porn. I logged onto a story site that I had joined and frequented a lot and went into one of the chat rooms set aside for men who are supposedly curious about other men, but who had never acted on it. I had never seen much connection activity on that site, mostly because it's popular and had international members. The odds of finding someone close to my location are small.

I started chatting with a man, named Michael, who said that he's my age and, coincidentally, lives in Irvine. Our marital experiences are similar in that both of our wives had a recently diminished interest in sex, and we're both avid readers of cuckold stories. We talked a lot about being curious about other men, but never having had the courage to meet with someone. I sent him some pictures of my cock and balls, and he sent me some of his. I was impressed with his circumcised, eight inch long and very thick cock, with a thick cock head and a huge set of low-hanging balls. His genitals were actually attractive to me. We chatted on the site for a couple of hours. Both of us were getting turned on, although I got the feeling that I was more excited about it than he was. I was scared to be the first one to suggest that we meet.

But I finally had the nerve to say, “Look, Michael, I’ve never been with another man and have certainly never touched another cock. This is scary for me, but I feel comfortable enough with you, that I would like to meet with you after work tomorrow, just to talk and see what happens. I don’t have any expectations of anything happening. If you agree, we could meet in your car in the parking lot of my hotel, and just talk to see how we get along in person.”

There was a long pause before his response flashed on the screen saying, “Yeah, John, the thought of meeting with another man is scary to me too. But I feel comfortable with you, and I’d like to meet as well. Let’s say we meet at 6:30 pm at the hotel entrance (he described his car) and then we can park. See you tomorrow.”

I could barely sleep that night, or concentrate at work the next day, thinking about meeting with Michael. I just couldn’t get the vision of his cock and balls out of my mind, which to me are huge. I made sure that I was at the entrance portico a little early, and his car pulled up right on time. We drove to an isolated corner of the parking lot to talk. It was a little embarrassing meeting with a man, especially knowing that we had seen pictures of each other’s genitals and had a potential interest in having sexual contact.

Michael seemed like a normal and nice guy, and he was more reserved in his comments than he had been with the anonymity of the website. The only thing I didn’t like is the smell of cigarette smoke on him, but he wasn’t smoking around me. It took us a few minutes to get comfortable meeting in person like that, and he didn’t seem to be as excited about meeting as I was. Most of his comments related to what he might want me to do for him, and that was also my focus. I finally got up enough nerve to ask him to show me his cock.

He unzipped his pants and told me to pull his cock out if I wanted to see it. He was already putting me into a more-submissive posture with him, but I wanted to see his cock so badly that I didn’t think too much about it at the time. I pulled his cock out and it was still soft, and maybe almost six inches long. I liked the thickness and weight of it in my hand, and it's much meatier than mine. I was leaning over the console between us and stroking him, but it wasn’t all that comfortable.

So, I said, “Michael, this is a little uncomfortable. Would you mind coming up to my room, so I can get a better look at your cock and balls? Then you can look at mine if you want to.”

He agreed to come to my room, and we walked into the hotel and got on the elevator. I felt strange and exposed walking into the hotel with a man that way, almost like a date, but I’m sure that the no one was paying any attention to us. When we got in the room, Michael pulled the blanket down and lay back on the edge of the bed. He then pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees, while I got completely undressed. I stood by the bed next to him and started stroking his cock again. I couldn’t help but notice his egg-sized balls that were hanging down on the bed in his shaved scrotum.

His cock felt so good in my hand, but it seemed to be taking him a long time to get hard, and there was no precum. My cock got hard as soon as I took his meat back into one hand, as I played with his balls with the other. That’s when he cautiously reached up to stroke me. After a few minutes stroking one another his cock was still not getting hard. I kept staring at his big balls and surprised even myself when I impulsively leaned down to suck them, as I kept stroking his cock. He spread his legs the best he could with his pants still around his knees, and I just loved the taste and texture of his balls when I took them alternately into my mouth. I could just barely smell his musky crotch because of the smell of cigarette smoke.

I was so excited that I was almost ready to ejaculate, and I pushed his hand away momentarily as I enjoyed sucking his balls. It was hard to visualize myself being between another man’s legs sucking his balls, but I was so excited to be doing it that I forgot to be embarrassed. After sucking his testicles for about ten minutes, I felt that his cock was starting to harden, and it was growing in my hand. That’s when I took his fuck meat into my mouth. I really liked the texture and taste of his cock, and just the idea that I was sucking another man. His cock hardened more quickly after I started sucking him, and I had to push his hand away from my cock a couple of more times, so I could avoid ejaculating too soon.

It was easy to imagine myself as the cuckold husband in those stories I had been reading, and I was soon going all the way down on his eight inch cock. I didn’t even have a gag reflex as it pushed into my throat.

I must have sucked him for about ten minutes before he moaned, “Hey, man, I’m going to cum in a few seconds.  You'd better pull off my cock if you don't want a mouthful of cum.”

Hearing that he was close to cumming brought me somewhat back to my senses. I had not even planned on sucking him, and now he was ready to cum. At that point I really wanted to take his cum into my mouth, but I got scared thinking about the possibility of catching diseases. So, I pulled my mouth off his cock and kept stroking him, just as he started shooting a big load of semen and sperm onto my hand and his belly. He had stopped stroking me when he was getting close, and I didn’t even notice it. I was so fascinated with his thick cock throbbing in my hand.

After his cock stopped spewing, he rather bruskly said, “Get me a wash cloth so I can clean this up.”

I went into the bathroom to get the wash cloth, and by the time I was back by the bed he was almost already dressed. I saw that he had wiped his cum off onto my sheets, and he just wiped his hands with the wash cloth. Then he threw it back to me saying, “I’m outta here.”

As he went out the door I started thinking that he might have been leaving so quickly because he had stolen something. After a quick check of my belongings, I knew that he hadn’t taken anything. In the aftermath of that experience I started thinking how reckless and stupid it was to meet with a man like that. I was also feeling dirty, guilty and ashamed, knowing that I had just become a cock sucker. I went to take a shower to somehow cleanse myself. Oddly though, by the time I got dried off and dressed again, I knew that I wanted his cock in my mouth again, and the next time I wanted to swallow his cum.

I waited a while to give Michael a chance to get home, and then I went onto the story site to try to chat with him. It was very disheartening when I learned that he had either removed his profile or had changed his profile name, and it was clear that he didn’t want to talk or meet with me again. I began searching for other men from the area and thinking about the things I learned in my brief encounter with Michael.

It was some relief knowing that I had no romantic attraction to Michael or other men, and no desire to hug or kiss them. I was only interested in their genitals, and I enjoyed taking the more submissive role, just like I had done in my cuckold fantasies with Sharon. I didn’t even mind that I didn’t ejaculate with him. That would have brought on the post-orgasm blues and, as happened when having sex with Sharon. I would have lost interest in sex for a while.

I liked the way Michael took a more-dominant role, by making me take his cock out in the car, and the way he was somewhat indifferent to me as I sucked his cock and balls. Then he threw the wash cloth back at me and abruptly left, after showing no interest in helping me to ejaculate. In short, I was beginning to realize that I got very aroused at the thought of being used by men for their pleasure.

After having no success at finding other men from the area on the story site, I was becoming even more anxious to find another man. By then it was almost 8:30 pm, and I started looking at postings in the personals section on Craigslist. I felt that it would be safer to meet with other mature, married men, who would have as much to lose as me if either of us caught a disease. I scanned and read dozens of the postings for the next half hour, and found that there were many more, younger, gay men looking for connections than older men like me. I ignored them because, rightly or wrongly, I felt that meeting with a man who's more active sexually would pose more risk for me.

Then I found what I was looking for. The posting title read, ‘Mature Married Man Needs Relief.’ I read further and learned that he's fifty years old and out of town on business in another hotel in Irvine that I knew of, not very far from mine. The picture he posted showed the hairy lower belly of a slightly overweight man with a hard, uncircumcised, thick cock that he said is a little over eight inches long. And I loved his set of huge, hairy, lemon-sized, low-hanging balls.

He explained that his name is Carl, his wife had lost interest in sex years ago, and he was horny and just wanted to get his rocks off. He had only been sucked off by other men a couple of times in the past, and he needed it badly that night.

The thing that really got me excited was when he concluded, “I’m just looking for a cock sucker to use who is hungry for some cock and cum, and I will not reciprocate. You must swallow too.”

That really appealed to my new-found need to be subservient sexually to other men. I quickly answered his posting saying, “My name is John, and I’m a forty-seven-year-old married man in a hotel near you in Irvine. I just recently had my first experience sucking cock, but didn’t swallow his cum. I want more cock and to swallow this time. Your situation sounds perfect to me, and I’d like to meet with you tonight.”

He answered me in only a few minutes saying, “It’s nice to get a response from a mature man. None of the young guys on Craigslist tonight seem to want to suck an oldie like me. If you really are interested in some man meat, bring your cock sucking mouth over to my hotel (he gave me his room number), and the sooner the better. I’ve got a big load saved up for you to enjoy.”

I replied that I would be there in a few minutes, and then got dressed and left. On the way over there I kept thinking about his big cock and balls and his dominant attitude. He was perfect for my second try at sucking cock. I was soon knocking lightly on his door, and he answered wearing only boxer underwear. He's an average looking man at maybe six feet tall and a little chubby at two hundred and ten pounds. He certainly would not have been attractive to most gay guys looking for romance. That didn’t matter at all to me, since my focus would be on his cock and balls.

His bed covers were pulled back and he had a video clip of a man being sucked off playing on his laptop that was on the bedside table. He immediately dropped his underwear to the floor and lay back on the bed as he said, “You better really be ready to swallow, buddy, because I don’t want my sheets fucked up.”

I kept my clothes on, since there was no pretense that he had any interest in my cock, and I crawled between his hefty, wide spread legs on the bed. I was immediately struck with the sweaty, musky aroma of his crotch, and the vision of his soft cock and big balls hanging between his legs. He reached down and gripped his cock and balls and kind of shook them, letting me know that he was ready to be sucked. He then lifted his knees and tilted his hips up as I moved in to take his balls into my mouth. It was so nasty, and at the same time such a turn on to suck his moist, musky balls, with his soft, damp cock laying across the side of my face.

That was my first time being so close to an uncircumcised cock. And since he had been watching porn, for who knows how long, and working Craigslist to find a cock sucker, his foreskin was oozing precum. I hungrily sucked his big balls, and every few seconds I looked up over his belly and saw Carl looking down at me between his legs. He gave me a smug look which let me know that he was in charge, and I was his compliant cock sucker.

I sucked his balls for what seemed like fifteen minutes, and I was hungrier for it the longer I sucked him. I even pushed my arms under his heavy thighs and wrapped them around him, to better grip him and pull his groin into my mouth.

He made it clear that he was ready to have his cock sucked when he pushed my head back and said, “Damn, John, you’re a nasty fucker. I’ve never seen a man so hungry for my big testicles. For now, though, move on up and suck my cock. You can suck me for as long as you want and anywhere you want after my first load. It’ll be fun having you work up some more juice for yourself.”

His cock immediately began to harden as I took the oozing foreskin and cock head into my mouth. It was so much different than sucking Michael’s cock and I loved the rubbery texture of his foreskin and the taste of his precum. I had pulled my arms out from under his thighs and was then holding his legs as I sucked and licked his meat. I moved down and aggressively sucked his thick, vein covered shaft, as he reached down and held my head and pivoted his hips, thrusting into me. I loved the feeling of being used that way. Carl then made things even more exciting for me when he rolled over on top of me, with his cock still in my mouth, and began fucking my mouth and throat like a cunt.

I loved being helplessly pinned under him as he fucked me even more aggressively. I reached around and held onto his thick ass and thighs. I was getting visual flashes of what it was like when I was holding Sharon on top of me like that when I ate her out. But that time, I had a huge, hard cock fucking my mouth.

Carl didn’t last much longer, and I heard his muffled warning, “Get ready, cock sucker, here comes your feeding.”

He pulled back a little, so his cock head was in my mouth instead of my throat, and held still as his cock throbbed and pulsed, as I felt squirt after squirt of his cum filling my mouth. His semen was thick and tasted a little bitter, which added to the nastiness of me sucking him. I swallowed to keep from choking, and his fuck sauce was still oozing out as his cock softened. I held him in place on top of me even as he tried to roll off me.

He finally forcefully rolled off me and said, “Damn, boy, you are really hungry for it. It’s hard to believe that this is your first time taking cum into your mouth. Now, while I’m recharging to feed you again, I’ll show you a way to suck my balls that you’ll like. You seem to enjoy being on the bottom, so lay back on the bed.”

I lay back on the bed and didn’t know what to expect as he straddled me, with one knee on each side of my face. He was facing my feet and positioned so that his big, low-hanging balls were right above my mouth. Then he sat down slightly and pressed his balls to my mouth. I sucked him as I did before, and I liked having him over me like that. His soft cock was hanging down against my chin and throat, and I reached up to hold his hips as he started rocking back and forth over me. His balls are so large that I could take only one of them into my mouth at a time, and I enjoyed tonguing, sucking and licking his hairy scrotum and the crease between his balls and thighs.

After a few minutes sucking his balls, he moved forward a little farther and sat down harder on me. I was then licking and sucking not only his balls, but the bulging perineum area right behind his balls. The musky smell of his groin and ass were strong with me tightly pressed under him. I had read about face sitting in some of the cuckold stories. I never thought about trying it with a man but knew that having the full-weight and body-pressure of someone above me, and experiencing the moisture, sex odors and darkness, could be a powerful sexual experience. It certainly was for me, and I knew that Carl liked being on me like that because I heard his muffled moans.

With my mouth on his perineum, his hairy ass crack and ass hole were right in front of my eyes. That’s when I noticed Carl moving his knees a little farther forward. When he continued his rhythmic rocking back and forth, his ass was coming ever closer to my mouth, and I had no way of knowing if he wanted me to suck him there. I was so caught up in the passion of him face sitting me that way and enjoying the taste and smell of his sweaty crotch, that when he finally moved his asshole right against my mouth, I instinctively licked it.

I could barely hear him above me when he said, “Oh fuck yeah, boy, suck that ass. Nobody’s ever done that for me, and you are sure turning out to be a nasty son of a bitch.”

After he felt me lick his asshole the first time, he lifted his ass cheeks with his hands and then dropped them, which brought my face more tightly into his ass crack. I was almost smothered between his ample, hairy ass cheeks as I began sucking and tongue-fucking his hole. I could hardly believe how far my perversions had evolved in just that one night. Carl heard me hungrily licking, sucking and slurping his ass, and he really got excited when I pushed my tongue all the way into his hole. He started moving almost imperceptibly up and down, fucking his ass on my tongue.

I sucked his ass that way for what seemed like another ten minutes, until he pulled back off my face. I saw that his cock was hard again, and he pulled me over to the edge of the bed as he leaned back down and pressed his thick meat to my lips. That was a different position from the first time when he rolled over me facing the other way. My head was hanging slightly over the edge as he pressed his cock into my mouth.

Then he began rhythmically fucking me as he said, “Damn, John, I was sure lucky finding you on Craigslist tonight. Now I’m going to fuck your cunt mouth again, and feed you another load of my cum.”

Carl fucked my face for what seemed like twenty minutes that second time. Then he pumped another, surprisingly large, load of his cum into my mouth and throat. I was so excited about all that we had done that night, that I ejaculated in my pants without even touching myself, when I tasted his second load.

When Carl was finished with me he said, “I’d sure like to go again, but it would take me a long time to cum again. Maybe you could stay over and lay between my legs, suckling my cock and balls until I go to sleep.”

I did what Carl suggested, and lay between his legs, alternately sucking his soft cock and balls, until he went to sleep. Then I fell asleep there, and woke up early in the morning with his soft cock laying across my face. I started sucking him again, and made him cum before I left to go back to my hotel.

When I was getting ready to leave he said, “Look, John, I’m going to be here for two more nights, and I’d sure like it if you could come to my room both nights. We can start earlier and who knows, we might find something else you like to do.”

It was easy to agree to come to his room again, since I was also in town for the next two nights. I sucked him in many different positions on those two nights, but my favorite position was with him sitting on my face, feeding me his balls, perineum and ass. By the time I got on my plane on Thursday afternoon, I was an experienced cock sucker with a taste cock, balls and ass, as well as an unquenchable thirst for cum. I felt a little guilty when I got home and had to face Sharon. I soon got over that though, and started looking for opportunities to find cocks to suck in Omaha.

I'm always available and eager to have sex with Sharon when she's in the mood. She couldn’t understand what had gotten into me when I started sucking her ass, and I just explained it as being carried away with her sexiness. I then found another outlet for my sexual passions.

Even in the very conservative Omaha area, I soon found three, mature, married men from different walks of life who enjoyed having me suck them off weekly on average, and more frequently when the situations allowed it. I also look forward to my business trips, where I can usually find plenty of cocks to suck and cum to eat.