Gwynn, my wife of almost thirty years, and I have lived in the Atlanta area our whole lives. I’m the director of human resources for a manufacturing company, and we raised our two children here and have belonged to the same, large, evangelical church the whole time.
By the time I turned fifty-two years old, and Gwynn was fifty, she noticed how depressed and bored I seemed to be at times and suggested that I join the men’s group in our church. She wanted me to take advantage of and enjoy the comradery of socializing with men in my age group.
My name is John, and I had never been interested in joining groups, partially because I have always been so busy with my career and raising our family. The church has several groups for the youth, young adults, and various age groups for older men and women. There is usually religious teaching involved in the groups, but Gwynn was more interested in me getting to know some of the other fifty-plus-year-old men better.
Our children had already graduated from college and have families of their own, so it was hard for me to come up with an excuse to not attend the men’s group. There were only ten men who somewhat sporadically attended the elder men’s group, ranging in age from fifty to over seventy years old, before I joined. They usually meet in the church facilities for the formal group sessions, and other times socially at the homes of several members. I knew most of the men as casual acquaintances from going to church but had never gotten to know any of them very well.
I always thought that elder group would be very boring, since our church teaches against the evils of alcohol, drugs, cursing, gambling, adultery, all manner of sexual perversions, and even dancing. But I decided to have an open mind and give it a try.
The first meeting I attended was on a Sunday afternoon in a Sunday school room at the church, and only six men, including me, were there that day. The group is led by Tony, a sixty-five-year-old deacon and retired high school principal of Italian descent, and he welcomed me to the group. The other member there were Mitch, age fifty-five, a bank executive; Matt, age fifty-eight, a pharmacist; Dan, age sixty, a construction superintendent; and Jeff, age seventy, a retired social worker.
Tony welcomed me to the group, saying, “I’m glad that all of you could attend this afternoon, and before we get started, I’d like to welcome brother John to our group. I think most of you have gotten to know him from Sunday services and Sunday school over the years, and he recently expressed an interest in joining us.”
“John’s a welcome addition, after losing a few members over the past several months, and I know that most of us were sorry when brother Dennis moved to Savannah and had to quit the group. So, let’s all make John feel welcome, as we get to know him better, and as he gains an appreciation for our activities.”
Everyone clapped, and Tony continued, “Okay, brother Mitch, please give us an opening prayer and a scriptural reading.”
Mitch said a short prayer, and after the reading, he gave a scriptural quote from Romans, “Love one another with brotherly affection.”
The rest of the meeting was bland, with a boring discussion about some little-understood, Old Testament scriptures. I must have looked bored to Tony, because at the end of the meeting, as everyone was leaving, he pulled me aside and said, “I know this meeting wasn’t all that exciting for you, but our social gatherings are a lot of fun. We rotate meeting in member’s homes, although I host most of them, and you’re welcome to join us at my home on Thursday evening, at around 7:00 pm, when my wife will be out at another meeting here at the church.”
I was concerned that it would really be another boring meeting, and I said, “We’ll see, Tony, but I’m not sure right now. What are those meetings away from church like?”
He put his arm on my shoulder and leaned in to whisper, in a less than reverent way, “Trust me, John, there won’t be any prayers or scriptures, and you might want to bring a little cash for the poker game. The rest you’ll learn at my home.”
The week passed slowly, and I couldn’t help thinking about Tony having a poker game, when that’s frowned on by the church, and him being a deacon. I also had no idea what he meant by ‘learn the rest’ and decided to go and find out.
A Rude Awakening at Tony’s Home
Although there could have been as many as eleven men at Tony’s home, including me, it was only the same six of us who had met the previous Sunday. That’s a good number for poker anyway, and before we sat down at the game table, Tony invited us to get a beer or fix a drink at his wet bar, in the corner of his basement. That’s yet another thing that’s frowned on by the church, but I’m not so religious that it bothered me in the least. I was learning that those men are far from being old, fire and brimstone fuddy-duddies.
The game room in his basement is nicely finished, and in addition to a long, cushy, leather couch, several cushioned chairs, and a large-screen TV, there were two game tables set up in case more men came to the event.
Tony saw me standing there, looking bewildered. He laughed and said, “Come on and have a drink, John, it will help you loosen up a little. You’ll learn that we suspend the observance of many of the church’s teachings at our meetings, and just try to have a good time.”
I hadn’t had a drink in over thirty years, but I got a beer, sat at the table next to John, and we started playing poker. I hadn’t even played poker, except a few times in high school and college, so I played conservatively, trying to get a feel for the game. As the evening progressed, the men kept getting more beers or refiling their drinks, and I did the same as I got a little woozy from the alcohol.
It was surprising how the conversation evolved to men complaining about not getting any pussy or even blowjobs at home, which I could relate to since Gwynn had also lost interest in sex a few years previously. Some of the men even started talking about using porn and masturbating for relief, but no one said anything about pursuing other women. I guessed that might be one aspect of church teachings they wouldn’t sully.
Even after the drinking, gambling, and talk about sex, I was surprised when, after about an hour and a half, Tony got up and said, “Okay, brothers, everyone seems to be feeling good and in the mood for a little adult entertainment. I got a couple of new DVDs that you haven’t seen before, that should get everyone revved up.”
He saw the stunned look on my face and said, “Don’t worry, John, we’re just a bunch of horny, older men trying to get a little relief. I didn’t hear you say anything about your love life at home, but I think you might enjoy these videos.”
Everyone, including me, got fresh drinks, and four of the men sat on the couch while Tony sat in one of the cushy chairs, after putting the DVD in the player. I was a little apprehensive about being in that situation, especially since I had never seen any type of porn before that night and didn’t want to get too comfortable. I pulled one of the chairs from the game table up between the couch and Tony’s chair.
I was stunned again when the title, ‘Hubby Shares His Wife’, showed up on the screen. All the men, including Tony, were rubbing their crotches as the scene unfolded, and two supposed friends came to the couple’s house to fuck the wife. I couldn’t help getting turned on either, watching the wife strip down. As one of the men sucked her big breasts, she was sucking the other’s cock.
I had only ever seen my own cock on hard, and I couldn’t help getting turned on as I watched her sucking their cocks and them fucking her, as the husband watched and cleaned her pussy with his mouth after each fucking. And shit, the husband even sucked the friends’ cocks clean with his mouth. Those cocks aren’t huge, but bigger than my six inches, and looked to be seven to eight inches long and thick. They also have egg-sized, low-hanging balls, and shot huge loads of cum into the wife’s pussy for the husband to eat.
The DVD continued, and I noticed that all the men on the couch were pushing their pants and underwear to their knees and stroking their hardening cocks. I looked over at Tony, sitting right next to me, to see if he noticed them doing that, and saw that he had his pants down and cock out too and was stroking it.
I had to say something, and as the last scene on the first DVD ended, I asked, “Holy shit, Tony, do you guys, uh, uh you know, do you do this at all your meetings?”
His face was flushed with lust as he answered, “No, John, we can only do this when we meet at one of our homes when the spouse is out for the evening. We obviously can’t do this in a church meeting room. It’s just a way for some of us to relieve a little sexual frustration since we aren’t getting much pussy at home anymore. If you think this is something, just wait for this next video.”
Tony shuffled over to put in another DVD and didn’t even bother pulling his pants up. His cock is uncircumcised and was softening, and still about six inches long and very thick. He’s also very hairy, and likely because of his Italian heritage, the skin on his big cock and the scrotum covering his egg-sized, low-hanging balls is darker than his already light-olive complexion. He didn’t seem to mind at all walking in front of us men that way, with his cock and balls swinging between his legs.
The video started, and the title, ‘Feeders and Eaters’, didn’t mean much to me, given my lack of experience with porn. But it soon became obvious when it showed a group of six friends, supposedly in a hunting cabin somewhere, with three of the men sucking the other three men’s cocks.
I was disgusted at first, since I hadn’t previously seen any depictions of homosexual activity, but then I became curious about the social dynamics between the friends. I couldn’t figure out how three of the men could be so obviously submissive to the other three, letting them crudely use their mouths for pleasure. It showed the three ‘eaters’ groveling between the ‘feeders’ legs, sucking their cocks and balls, and even swallowing their cum.
As the video played, Jeff and Dan, the two oldest men on the couch, moved to their knees in front of Mitch and Matt and began alternating between sucking their cocks and balls. Tony and I watched, as he continued stroking his cock, as the men continued fucking the other men’s mouths. It didn’t take long before Mitch and Matt held the other men’s heads, as they moaned and grunted out loud. It was obvious that they were ejaculating in Dan’s and Jeff’s mouths, and those older guys were swallowing the cum.
I could hardly believe what I was seeing, and couldn’t help staring down at Tony’s hard cock, which looked to be at least eight inches long and very thick. His big, hairy balls were also falling, rising, and swinging over the edge of the chair as he stroked his fuck meat.
Yet again, I had to say something and continued looking down at his cock as I said, “Oh my goodness, Tony, I’ve never seen anything like this in my life. Damn, those guys really sucked the other men’s cocks and balls, and it looks like they swallowed their cum too. But what about you? Why isn’t someone taking care of you?”
He smiled and responded, “Don’t worry, John, I’ll get my turn in just a few minutes, after Dan feasts on Mitch’s cock a little longer. It was nicer before Dennis left the group, because with three eaters we didn’t have to wait as long to get sucked off. That’s one of the reasons I was happy that you joined the group. It’s hard to tell whether a man is a feeder or eater, or maybe both, until you get to know him and put him in the right situation to discover his tastes. And with you, well, it’s too soon to know if you are, you know…”
It was clear that he was questioning whether I was a feeder or an eater, and no doubt would want me to suck his cock if I was an eater. I had seen enough at that point and just wanted to get out of there.
I said, “Well, thanks, I guess, for inviting me, Tony, but I’ve got to get out of here. I’ve never seen or even heard of men acting this way, and well, I’ve got to go.”
No one tried to stop me, and as I turned the corner going up the stairs, I saw Dan moving between Tony’s legs to suck his cock and balls. I was disturbed and upset with a whole range of emotions as I drove home. On one hand, I was disgusted by what I saw on the videos and what my church friends were doing, but on the other, I knew that I was strangely turned on watching them. And I couldn’t understand how I could have been interested enough to stare at Tony’s cock that way, and even wondering what it would be like to suck it. I just wanted to get home to Gwynn and try to feel normal again.
I went to bed and tossed and turned all night, thinking about what I saw, and wondering if Gwynn would demand an explanation if I didn’t go to any more meetings, even those at the church on Sundays. I thought about everything all day on Friday at work, still trying to decide what to do. Then after dinner, our phone rang, and Gwynn told me that Tony was on the line for me. I couldn’t easily refuse to speak with him, without raising questions from Gwynn, so I took the call.
When I picked up the phone, Tony was cheerful, and said, “I’m sorry if we shocked you last night, John. I know that what you saw was upsetting, and I shouldn’t have implied anything about you deciding your, uh, your inclination on things. You probably can’t say much with Gwynn there.”
“I’d sure appreciate it if you’d come back to my home tomorrow morning, so we can talk. I’m sure hoping that we can keep all this confidential. My wife is leaving about 10:00 am to go shopping and that would be a good time for us to relax with a beer and talk things through.”
I struggled with myself, even contemplating telling him to fuck off, but then thought it would be better to meet with him in person to express my displeasure more fully. So, I replied, “Okay, Tony, I’ll see you a little after 10:00 am then.”
Tony Has His Way with Me
Tony seemed a little contrite as I followed him to his basement on Saturday morning. He was wearing a t-shirt and athletic shorts and got us a beer. We sat together on the couch, as he said, “Thanks for coming, John. I know that you unexpectedly saw a lot of new things Thursday night, but let’s start with you telling me what got you so upset.”
I said, “Holy fuck, Tony, I had never even seen or thought about porn like that until then. And then when you guys started acting out what I saw in those videos, I just felt like I shouldn’t be there witnessing it. But even worse, you then implied that I needed to find out which way I would participate in that shit. I damn sure have never had an attraction to men that way. Fuck, man, how could you even think that way about me? I’m damn sure not gay.”
Tony replied, “Look, John, I appreciate what you’re saying, but none of us are gay either. It’s called being bisexual, because we enjoy sex with men, just for the sake of having sex and getting off. There’s no emotional attraction of any kind. We’d all much rather be fucking and sucking our wives. That, uh, uh, physical contact allows us to get sexually satisfied, without being even more sinful and trying to fuck around with other women.”
He paused for a moment, watching me as I stared blankly at him, and then continued, “We’ve been doing this in our group for long enough that I know that some men are clearly more dominant sexually, and enjoy being serviced by other men. While others, like Dan and Jeff, get most of their thrill from sucking cocks and balls and swallowing cum. They do some other stuff as well when the mood strikes, but you left too soon to see it.”
“The other aspect with them is they enjoy the feeling of being sexually submissive to dominant men. It doesn’t really have that much to do with cock size either, since none of us are hugely hung. It’s just a matter of taste and disposition. Our group used to have more members, but over the years some of the men left because they didn’t like the activities you witnessed last night, and others moved away.”
He paused again to see if I had anything to say, and resumed, “Over that time, we had more men who liked to suck cock, and that added a little flexibility to our numbers. But now, with just Dan and Jeff having that unquenchable hunger for our cock meat and cum, and they suck each another periodically too, it would have been nice to have another participant. I was just hoping that you might want to at least, uh, you know, at least find out which way you lean. On nights when more members show up, there can be a frustratingly long wait to get sucked off.”
His direct, unapologetic manner in discussing men sucking cocks and eating cum was stirring something inside me, and I wasn’t feeling as hostile as when I walked in. I wanted to find out more and asked, “Well, how the fuck would I know which way I lean? I mean, I’ve never even thought about sucking a man’s cock, or even having mine sucked, at least not by a man. And how do you get the balls to even bring that up to someone you don’t know that well.”
He answered, “Look, John, there’s no way to know how someone will react to the porn and our activities the first time they’re exposed to it. It takes a little risk to expose our secret to someone like you, when we don’t know if you’ll keep it confidential, especially if you walk away. But we’ve been lucky, in that the men who have walked away were too embarrassed even being a little associated with it to say anything about it to anyone else. And well, there are telltale signs that allow me to know if there might be some interest, making it worth the risk of bringing it up. To be honest, I thought you might have had a glimmer of interest.”
I asked, “What do you mean by that? What did I do to show any interest?”
He smiled and answered, “Well, it’s kind of my slippery slope theory. The beginning assumption, based on the years I’ve known you, was that you’re a devout church member, who adheres to all the, so-called, moral codes. So, when I invited you to my home, I told you there wouldn’t be any prayers or scriptures, and even suggested that you bring some cash to play poker. You agreed to come, and that was my first sign that your morals have a little flexibility.”
I said, “Oh come on, Tony, that’s a long way from having sex with men.”
Tony replied, “True enough, but be patient while I lay this out for you. The second sign for me was when all of us started drinking, and you joined in. You were breaking another moral code, probably just to fit in with the group. Some other men who wanted to join the group had enough at that point, and some of them never even came at all, after I mentioned playing poker.”
“At that point I was feeling hopeful about you becoming a full, participating member of the group. The sign that it was safe for me to start the porn videos, is when you still didn’t leave after hearing the rest of us talking about not getting enough sex at home, and wanting to fuck and get sucked off more, in addition to some of the guys talking about using porn to masturbate.”
He paused for a moment to see if I wanted to challenge what he’d said so far, and when I was silent, he said, “None of the other stuff made you decide to leave, and you stayed to watch the porn, even after the rest of us were openly rubbing our cocks, before pushing down our pants and underwear. I thought you would have surely left by then if you were going to, and you weren’t the least bashful about watching us stroking our cocks. You even seemed particularly interested in my cock.”
The way he was laying it out, I could understand how he might think I was interested, and then it was my turn to be a little contrite about becoming so upset. And I had to admit, at least to myself, that I did enjoy watching those men stroke their cocks.
So, I said, “Okay, Tony, what was the final thing that gave you the sign to make that comment to me?”
Tony answered, “When Dan and Jeff started sucking Mitch and Matt, and then with you staring at me stroking my cock and balls, I thought for sure you were becoming interested in trying it. That’s especially true when you asked why someone wasn’t taking care of me. I mean, fuck, John, look at it from my perspective. You’re staring at my cock and balls and asking about me being taken care of. What else was I supposed to think? Given all that, I thought my hint to you was very mild and cautious. Can you understand my point of view now?”
I replied, “Yeah, Tony, I guess I can see your point. But then why do you think I got so upset?”
Tony answered, “I’m not a psychologist, and probably don’t understand all this shit myself, but I have a few ideas based on my experiences with other men. Maybe I was moving too fast, and all of that was too much to absorb in such a short time, in just one evening. And it might have felt like a challenge to your manhood or something, to even think of yourself being involved in man-on-man sex, as either a feeder or an eater. It probably didn’t help being in such a large group either.”
“You likely felt your self-image being violated, and the best course of action was to leave so you could think about it. From the way you were staring at my cock and balls, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were even thinking about sucking me, and it scared you.”
I had to admit to myself that Tony is very convincing, and he said just the right things to make me realize he’s right. I was thinking about sucking his cock and knew that I at least wanted to see it up close. But I still couldn’t make the first move and wanted to make him convince me.
I asked, “Where do we go from here?”
Tony smiled and answered, “I’m glad that we had a chance to talk this through, because I’d very much like for you to continue coming to our group meetings at the church. You can decide if you want to continue coming to the social gatherings at our homes, with no pressure from me either way. And, after all that’s been said, if you do have even the slightest interest in satisfying your, uh, uh, any curiosity you have about which way you might lean, then I’m more than happy to guide you through it. If so, this might be a good time since we’re alone. My wife won’t be back for a couple of hours.”
I was happy that he made the invitation, and knew the ball was clearly in my court. I was nervous as I asked, “Uh, well, do you mean right now? I mean, I’ll admit that I have some interest in at least getting a closer look at your cock, but it would feel so strange having you look down at me, like a cock sucker or something.”
He smiled and replied, “I dressed casually, with just these loose shorts and no underwear on, hoping that you might have a change of heart, and I can see that you’re dressed casually too. I’m willing to participate, just this first time, if that helps you get over the stigma of it. I helped Dennis the same way, and he discovered that he loves being of service to me and the other men. Let’s get our pants off, and then you can lay back on the couch, and I’ll lay in the opposite direction.”
Gwynn and I have sucked each other in the sixty-nine position many times, but it still felt weird having a hairy man lying in front of me, with his genitals in my face. I was laying at an angle, with my back to the back of the couch, and as Tony moved in front of me, the first thing I noticed is his musky, but not unpleasant, odor.
I hadn’t seen his cock when it was soft on Thursday night, and I was surprised how thick and meaty it is, even when it’s soft. My dick is what I’ve always thought is a respectable size, at almost six inches long, circumcised, and of medium thickness on hard, but Tony’s cock looks just as long, and even thicker on soft.
The way he was laying there, his meaty, foreskin-covered cock was hanging heavily over his thigh, and his egg-sized balls were hanging down even lower. I couldn’t help thinking to myself how virile, attractive, and enticing his genitals looked hanging there. I wasn’t sure how to get started and was happy that he took over.
Tony leaned in and took my cock into his warm, wet mouth and it felt so good to be sucked that way. I tentatively took the precum-oozing head of his cock into my mouth and realized that I enjoyed the taste of his precum, and the texture of his big cock head and foreskin. I started sucking his meat as he was sucking mine, and moving farther down on his thick, veiny shaft.
I loved the taste and texture of his cock, and in only a couple of minutes, it felt like the most natural thing to be sucking his big cock. And since I knew Tony to be a dominating man, I was surprised that he was still sucking my cock. Over the course of several minutes, he was leaning farther over me, and I was slipping farther onto the seat of the couch, until he was fully on top of me. I reached up to grip his hairy ass to hold him in place, as he began forcefully fucking my mouth like a cunt.
A range of emotions was flooding my senses, one of which is that I realized I enjoyed being under and submissive to Tony that way, having my mouth and throat pounded by his thick, hard, eight-inch cock. We only lasted another minute or so when Tony’s cock stiffened further and began to throb, as I felt squirt after squirt of his cum shooting into my mouth.
I had no choice but to swallow with him on top of me that way, but as my cock erupted, Tony pulled his mouth away and let my cum spray onto my stomach. He stayed on me slowly fucking my mouth with his deflating cock as I continued sucking his cock, until he slowly pulled back, rising up on his knees over me, straddling my face as his big balls pressed to my mouth.
I instinctively began sucking his big balls, as I barely heard him saying, “Fuck yes, John, I had a good feeling that you’d be into this and enjoy your role as an eater. Damn, boy, you took to sucking my cock and swallowing my cum like it was nothing, and now you’re feasting on my balls. If you’re still good with this, I’ll show you something else too. Let me know if I’m going too far too fast.”
Tony began to slide forward, after I had been sucking his balls for what seemed like five minutes, until I was sucking his long, bulging perineum, with my face and nose partially pressed into his ass. There was a strong, musky, and funky odor down there, but not unpleasant. Then he slid farther forward, and spread his ass cheeks with his hands, as he sat fully on my face.
I continued sucking and licking him as I had been doing to his perineum and realized that it was even more arousing being under him that way, totally at his mercy, and doing something so nasty. He shifted his position slightly until he felt my mouth and tongue graze his asshole and he pressed down harder as I sucked him there.
He stayed on me for what seemed like ten minutes, and finally rolled off to the side. It was embarrassing facing Tony as he said, “This went even better than I could hope for, John, and you’ll be a welcome addition to the group, along with Dan and Jeff, as our eaters. I hope you understand why I didn’t let you cum in my mouth, and why I’ll never suck your cock again. I’m just not wired that way, but you, Dan, and Jeff can sure take care of one another. What did you think of your first experience with bisexual sex?”
I replied, “I never could have imagined that I would demean myself this way, and be so aroused by sucking you, but this was truly an eye-opening experience for me. And fuck, Tony, you even fed me your ass. Do Dan and Jeff suck ass too?”
Tony answered, “Yes, they sure do, but it took several weeks to get them to even suck our balls. You got into it much easier than they did.”
We had another beer and talked for a while, before Tony said, “I’ve got a high libido and am always horny, so I’d appreciate it if you suck me off again in a few minutes. You can just get on your knees in front of me this time, and you can suck it a lot longer before I shoot my second load.”
I got on my knees and casually sucked his soft cock and balls for a few minutes, before his cock got hard, and then I sucked him for fifteen minutes to get him off again. I was leaving, and Tony said, “Mitch and Matt will be happy when I tell them that you’ll be joining us as a cock sucker next Thursday, and even Dan and Jeff will be happy, since it will give a little more diversity for you three to suck one another.
The Following Thursday and Beyond
The party was at Tony’s home again the next week, and everyone got off at least twice in various combinations. I sucked off Mitch first, and then Matt, before Dan and I sucked each other off in a sixty-nine, while everyone watched and clapped. Jeff and I swapped head later in the evening, and it was a strange feeling to be a part of the group as a cock sucker.
Gwynn was happy that I had gotten so involved and seemed happy in the men’s group, attending all the church and social meetings, and she had no idea that I had become a cock sucker for them. She also didn’t know that I made excuses to be away from home to suck Tony and Matt between meetings sometimes and have even expanded my activities to sucking two old friends from work.
