Have you ever wondered how a man can accidentally become a cocksucker? By that, you should not include an experience where a man and a friend sat at home on a Friday night, drinking beer, watching porn and going down on each other. Although, that is how it started out. The story you are about to read is my true experience.
A few years ago, my friend and his wife would come to my family's home on Friday nights. We usually ordered pizza, barbecued something, or just cooked whatever we wanted at the time. Naturally, beer was a staple item.
This particular Friday night, they had visited, as they often did. Only the main reason was that he was helping me clean out the plethora of junk that had managed to clutter the attic over the years. By the time we decided to stop, we had been drinking quite a bit. It was late on a summer Georgia night. We sat on the carport, talking and drinking. In time, my wife had gone to bed. His wife hung out with us for a while and finally went inside where she passed out in the living room floor.
I cannot remember every detail, but I certainly remember more than I let on later. The part that I truly do not remember is how the conversation turned to his wife giving him a blowjob. “I would get Shelly to suck my dick on the way home if she weren't passed out.” I do recall him saying something like that. I do not remember how it turned into two married men, shirtless and in shorts, sitting on the carport in a North Atlanta suburb, saying, “I will if you will.” But that's about what he offered.
I agreed, but I really did not think that he would. I stood up, stepped up to his chair, and dropped my shorts. He looked at my dick for a moment before he grabbed it and put it in his mouth. I was not hard at the time but gradually became erect as he sucked it. He only sucked me for a minute or so. Not nearly long enough for me to get off. Then he sat back and said, “Your turn.”
What was I to do? I did not bother to pull up my shorts. I just stepped out of them and knelt between his legs. He lifted up just enough to get his pants down. His member was already standing at full attention. I looked at it for a few minutes. I finally reached out to take it in my hand and stroked it for a moment. When I looked up at him, he simply said, “Go ahead. I did.”
He was right. He did and I did agree. It felt a bit strange when he warm phallus passed between my lips and into my mouth. I started sucking him just like how I like it--my hand following my mouth and my tongue massaging the underside of his head. I am sure that I sucked longer than he did. He was quietly moaning. I wondered if I should stop right then, but chose to give it a little more effort. He was, after all, my best friend and he was enjoying it.
A few more moments, the pulsing of the head, and I suddenly felt the rush and tasted the salty yet bland flavor of his sperm. I stood up, walked to the edge of the carport and spat it out. A mouthful of beer became a mouth rinse.
After that night, things were awkward between us. We did not really talk and they stopped coming to visit on Friday nights. I can totally understand why. What happened between us should never have happened.
In spite of my wife asking when they would come again, I managed to put it off. It would seem that his wife was also giving him grief about it. Finally, the girls decided to set it up so that they would again visit. As I said before, it was awkward. He and I both tried to act naturally. In time, the beer supply ran low and the girls sent him and me off to the store to get more. He drove while I sat in the passenger's seat in strange silence.
Finally, he said, “Man, I am sorry about what happened.”
I told him that it was fine. In fact, I really did not mind it so much. As it turns out, we were feeling strangely for different reasons. He felt odd because he let me suck his dick to completion. I felt weird because I did not mind it. In fact, I actually liked it. He, on the other hand, was repulsed by having cock in his mouth.
He went into the store for the beer while I sat in the car with a freshly lit cigarette. When he came back, he jokingly said, “I have to admit, it was better than my wife does.”
“Really?” I said. “I can't imagine that. I had never done it before. Maybe because I was trying to mimic what I like.”