I didn’t see Tom for a couple of weeks after that fateful game of Scrabble and I must admit I was in a state of shock for a few days after, but what I will call the ‘shame’ I felt slowly dissipated and I realized that hey, I sucked a cock to completion, big deal, lots of guys do that. Except they are gay, or worse, ‘cocksuckers’, still very much a pejorative term in my straight world view. And I would squirm a bit, but nothing really had changed, life went on.
The Cialis was still in my system, so I thought it would be a good idea to fuck my wife to eliminate any doubts I imagined that she may have had about my homosexuality, or more importantly, my fidelity. Our usual foreplay routine was my caressing and oral kissing, working my way down to her breasts and nipples. If her head went back, I knew what she wanted next and I would kiss my way down to her thighs and tease her pubic area with my nose and finally, my tongue, with which I alternately probed her vagina and swirled around her clitoris. Almost always, she would have a dramatic orgasm, very vocal, lasting almost twenty or thirty seconds. I could feel her contractions if I inserted my tongue in as far as I could. She was always very grateful for my lovemaking and would do anything I asked in return. I would often lose my erection and she felt obliged to bring me back to hardness by sucking me and I would sometimes tell her I was losing control and she should stop before I came, but she would continue until I shot my load into her mouth.
This time however, as her orgasm approached, I was reminded of Tom’s increasing ardour when I was sucking his cock, and instead of a juicy cunt, I pretended there was a cock in my mouth, shooting hot cum as she moaned and writhed in my face. Her cunt juice taste was in my mouth and I pretended that it was semen, but of course I really wanted the thicker flavour of male ejaculate. As a result of all this fantasizing my cock was fully erect after she came. I asked her to get on hands and knees and entered her from behind so she could reach back and lightly fondle my scrotum as again, was our routine. I couldn’t help but imagine Tom’s fingers caressing my sensitive balls and as I started the countdown to coming, I was craving his cock and imagining him coming in my mouth. I had an exceptionally strong orgasm as a result of this fantasy.
As I calmed down I wondered how all that homo intensity had invaded my sex life. I tried not to think about it and just enjoy the afterglow, but I knew something had happened and I wondered what my next meeting with Tom would be like.
I didn’t have to face Tom right away as he was on another job, but my imagination took off in two directions. On the one hand, I was terrified that Tom was boasting how I had sucked him off, outing me in effect, to the basically homophobic crew, and on the other, wondering if he wanted to do it again. My cock got hard and soft according which story I was telling myself. I was tempted to masturbate about him, but at my age, and without the support of Cialis, I felt the need to save my ‘juice’ in case I needed it.
Finally one Monday, I arrived at work, and there he was, lining up at the coffee machine. I lined up behind him and said, “Hello, Tom.”
An awkward moment ensued as our eyes met and we both remembered what happened the last time we were together. To cover my awkwardness, I quickly asked him to pass me the cream.
He smirked and said, “You like the cream, don’t you?”
I was shocked and embarrassed but since nobody was within earshot, after a moment’s hesitation, I decided to go for it.
“Only if it comes from you, Tom,” I said, looking him right in the eye. My knees felt weak as I waited for his reaction. His smirk disappeared, and he got very quiet.
“I wondered if you wanted to do it again. You seemed to enjoy it last time.”
We were interrupted at that point, and surrounded by other coffee drinkers, so we left it at that, although I kept my eyes on his just a beat longer than was necessary, silently signalling that I hoped that, yes, I wanted to do it again.
At lunchtime, Tom approached and suggested we eat lunch in his van, he wanted to talk to me. I apprehensively agreed and I followed him out to the parking area. We climbed in the side sliding door instead of the front which raised my hopes. Hopes for what? I thought but assumed we would talk about our scrabble adventure. I tried to think about what I might say as I climbed over toolboxes and building materials, Tom right behind me. To my surprise though, he sat me on a low cushion and immediately started to undo his belt, his waist button, and his fly. He then pulled down his pants and underwear to his ankles exposing his semi-hard cock and low hanging balls. I just gaped, my eyes glued to this display and he said, “All yours.”
He moved toward me until his meaty member was inches from my face, and placed his hands on my shoulders.
“You want me to suck you off right here?” I asked incredulously.
“You know you want to, you’re my cum slut now. You’ll suck me anytime I ask, won’t you? Because you love it.”
I knew suddenly that he was right, I had to submit, Tom’s cock was the object of my desire that I could not resist. I feared that if I answered yes, I would be his cock-slave forever. But I didn’t hesitate; I merely nodded my head and leaned into the soft flesh of cock and balls and let his genitals spread over my face. I moaned my approval and took his manhood into my mouth. Tom sat down opposite me and I got to work, pleasing my new master as best I could. I sucked, stroked, and fondled as my own cock grew in my pants.
“Am I doing it the way you like?” Asking for his approval turned me on even more and my cock was bulging in my jeans on the verge of ejaculating without my touching it.
“You’re doing great, I’m almost there. I think we have something going here, don’t you? Ohh! God, you really are doing it for me. Ohh yeah! Keep going!”
He started to thrust his hips in time with my bobbing head and his low moan told me that this was it, my craving for Tom’s semen was about to be satisfied. My cock was straining and I could sense my hot cum gathering at the base of my scrotum when I felt the first spurt of cum and the simultaneous contraction of Tom’s cock and his loud vocal, “Unhh….unhh, oh god!”
My orgasm then erupted and my cum flowed into my underwear as Tom’s precious liquid pooled on my tongue. I let the slippery juice slide around my mouth, savouring the texture, the taste and the smell, the whole flavour of the sex of it as my own cock pumped out its load, sending me almost out of my body with that organic pleasure that all men crave. Then, pulling off Tom’s cock, I swallowed his precious seed, knowing that I had shared with him the same full-body experience that I had and feeling gratitude both to Tom and to my own body. I admired the wet and slippery, but still rigid sex organ inches from my face and felt how my mouth was still coated with cum, the taste still there as I moved my tongue around.
“Clean up the last drops; milk them out.” I willingly obeyed Tom’s direction, squeezing out the last remnant of his orgasm and licking it from his still-purple glans. Even though I had just cum, I still felt this thrill of submission to Tom and also amazement at how I had cum with no hands and no Cialis. It dawned on me then that I had finally found the true source of my sexuality.
Tom was lying back against the wall of the truck with a satisfied smile on his face, and noting the wet spot on my pant leg, said, “You really are a cock lover, aren’t you?” and I could only say to myself, “I want cum, I love cock, and I will suck you off anytime.”
I looked at Tom ruefully and admitted, “I guess you’re right.”
I could feel my still-swollen cock twitch as I said those prophetic words.