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Finally Getting to Experience That Fantasy
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Finally Getting to Experience That Fantasy Ever since I was first introduced to sucking a straight guy’s cock (or ’s as it was in the beginning) I have been addicted to it. It’s not that I have ever been attracted to a guy; there’s never been a “God, he’s ,” moment, ever. But put me in a position to see another guy’s cock – soft or hard – and I become fixated on it; wondering what it would feel like to have it in my mouth, feeling it get hard, feeling it shoot into my mouth. Introduced to cocksucking in junior , it was my good fortune to always find the guys who never wanted to reciprocate. Truth is, having a guy go down on does nothing for . It’s the taboo act of sucking another man’s cock that gets off, feeling the power of having a regular guy use my desire to suck cock to get off that sends . Over the years of my youth I had four guys who would use , two of those did so regularly. Every major holiday, every weekend, and then all through the summers, I couldn’t get enough. One guy would come by (my parents just thought we were really good friends) least once a week – and that was if he wasn’t staying overnight as he usually did during the summers. He would walk in my room and as I turned from closing and locking the door he would shake his large soft cock at me and say, “Suck.” And I would. I still think about him every , truthfully. From my mid-twenties until I turned 50, I had a total dry spell. I am masculine appearing and had an elevated count in the of women I had been with. Maybe I was trying to talk myself of it, but I always returned to the need to suck a cock. Even when women would give me head all I could think about was, “That’s how he used to feel when I sucked his cock.” I finally got married when I was 40 and was living a pretty normal marriage, but for my secret, when my wife and I moved from the Midwest to the East Coast. Although I hated moving away from my life-long community, I realized that moving to another part of the country afforded me the opportunity explore clandestine options where my secret was concerned. We had moved into an upper-middle neighborhood and were living comfortably. Our neighbors were about our age and while he (Mark) was a bit of an easy going extrovert, his wife was more of a homebody, as was my wife. This found Mark and I going out for a beer every now and again while the wives visited at home. One early evening Mark asked me if I wanted to grab a beer at one of the local dive bars. I mentioned his invitation to the wife and she said to go and have fun. Mark and I were at the bar for a few hours talking about life, and sex came up. Not the chode warrior kind of talk, but an honest personal type of interaction. We spoke rather openly about likes and dislikes and fantasies and our wives. He did admit in a matter-of-fact way to being attracted to my wife, although his words made me understand he was not game from crossing any lines. I never shared my secret about sucking cock. As the evening turned to an end we the bill and both went to the restroom before leaving. It was a small room with two urinals. He took one and I took the other. Just as I had done with every guy I ever chanced upon in a public restroom, I covertly – or so I thought – got a Mark’s cock. To say that I wanted to suck it is an understatement. It was perfect to me. We finished up and made our way to his car and started to drive home when Mark said something that put a lump in my throat. “I saw you looking at my cock in the bathroom.” I didn’t know what to say and awkwardly stayed silent. This must have told volumes to Mark because the next thing he said was, “Have you ever sucked another guy’s cock?” Again, I remained silent answering him without answering him. “Gotcha. Well, I could use a good blowjob. I’m game if you are but discretion has to be a thing. No one can ever find out,’ he said as he stared straight ahead at the road. Maybe it was the 25 years spent wishing I could or the beer or a combination of the two, but I found myself undoing Mark’s belt and pants and pulling out his cock. It wasn’t a second before I had his growing cock in my mouth. As I sucked up and down he got very hard. It was fantastic. He pulled the car over (I have no idea where but he obviously felt secluded enough) and parked. He pushed the seat back and moaned. I took his cock out of my mouth and asked, “Have you ever had a guy suck your cock before?” He answered no and said it had never really crossed his mind until that night. He pushed his pants down to his ankles so he could open up his legs. I responded by licking his balls slowly as his hard cock bounced above. I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock and started to suck him off again. I was enjoying myself. In what seemed a very short time, Mark started to fuck my mouth those last few strokes and began shooting his into my mouth. I love feeling a hard cock throbbing in my mouth and Mark did not disappoint as he filled my mouth so that I had to swallow twice. As was always the case, I kept his cock in my mouth until he went completely soft. Mark zipped up and I straightened up in my seat. He put the car in drive and we drove home in silence. When we got to his drive he parked the car and said thanks and that he would get with me tomorrow. It was a bit awkward. I remember being panicked about whether or not he regretted what had happened. Would he say something to his wife, to anyone else, to another of our neighbors? Would he say something to my wife who he thought was attractive? Short of all that, would he ever let me suck him off again?! My answer came the very next evening when he pulled into his drive after work. I heard his car pull up and his garage door open. Then I got a . “Come over for a minute,” was all it said. I figured he wanted to talk about what happened the night before, but which way was this conversation going to go? My anxiety level was . I told my wife Mark needed my help for a minute and I went over. I rang the bell and his wife told he was tinkering in the garage and to go on back, she was busy with a project and then had to get dinner started. I walked into the garage and Mark was on the other side of his car his work bench. The garage door was closed and his radio was on. My heart was racing. “About last night,” he started. “How long have you been doing that?” I started to blush and he could see I was a bundle of nerves. “So you know, I have no intention of outing you. I enjoyed it and I think I am going to want you to do that more.” My anxiety waned and it must have shown on my because an easy smile came to his. Then I looked down and saw that he had his cock , and just like my junior buddy he said, “Suck.” I got down on my knees and started to suck his cock and this time it was obvious how much I enjoyed performing the act. As I sucked his hard cock he said, "Yes, I think I am going to have you do this a lot more.” I looked up to see him staring down , a wicked smirk on his . “In fact, I think you are going to do this for any time I tell you to. If I tell you to come over you will come over. If I stop by you will find an excuse. If we are a party and I motion you aside you will come. If we are a bar and I tell you I want head you will follow to anywhere I pull it and suck off. I know what you are now and what you like to do...and I am going to make you live your desires.” I was so turned on by finally finding an alpha who was going to use whenever he wanted to get off that I buried my mouth on his cock balls deep. He grabbed my head and softly moaned as he fucked my mouth those last few strokes and started to fill my mouth again...two swallows worth. Again, I kept it in my mouth until it went soft. He zipped up and said, “See you later, cocksucker,” with a grin that told he was now in control. That vulnerability, with his on my breath and the taste of his cock still on my tongue, was orgasmic. I finally had my alpha next door<b> neighbor </font></b>who not only knew my secret, but used because of it.  |
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Your very good story made me hard and I don't have a good neighbor
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12/7/2019 8:17 am |
Maybe your wife would enjoy watching...mine does.
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hot story!!
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