Steve and I continued drinking. The conversation turned to sex. He talked about a woman he worked with. They had started to go out to lunch. "I love Laura but I want some variety." he said softly. "She gives me blowjobs and Laura hasn't lately."
We talked about sex. We got another beer. We talked about blowjobs. "I wish I could get one now." He said and put his hand on his crotch.
Getting my dick sucked has never done much for me. I liked licking pussy and fucking. I had never thought about sucking a cock but I was now. Actually that's not true, I hadn't thought about sucking someone else's dick. When I was a teen I read that you could lie on your back, throw your legs over your head and suck your own cock. I was able to do this and I liked having my dick in my mouth, too bad I'm not as limber as I was as a teen.
"I'll do it." I said. "Let's go to another room".
But Steve said, "No, let's do it here." In front of his sleeping wife? It didn't matter; I now wanted to suck his cock. I was ready. He took off his pants and was already hard. Laura was passed out on the couch next to Steve. I knew what to do and knelt in front of him.
He wasn't that big maybe 4 or 5 inches erect and not thick. I took his cock in my hand. Even though he was smaller than me, his cock in my hand felt familiar. I opened my mouth and took him in. The feeling of the head moving across my tongue was so new and exciting. When I sucked my own cock I was only able to get the head in my mouth. Of course his dick went all the way in. I didn't have to deep throat him, he fit perfectly in my mouth. I went up and down on his cock, enjoying sucking my old coworker.
I opened another door to my sexuality. I loved sucking his cock. He was so hard. I knew I was good at this but I could get better. It was so taboo but also felt so natural. The feel of his erection in my mouth was fantastic. I should have worried about his wife waking up but I didn't care, I was too into sucking a cock for the first time. It only took about ten minutes and he was close to cumming. I felt him pulse three times. For the first time another man's cum was in my mouth. It is a taste I love. I swallowed, licked his head as I backed away and smiled. I had no desire for him to return the favor.
I was now a cocksucker. A name that was a slur when I was growing up in the seventies, like being called a fag or a queer. I felt no shame, no guilt, just enjoyment. This is how I must be wired. Just as I love eating pussy, feeling the hot wet flesh on my lips, satisfying my partner, I love sucking cock. I think an erect cock is sexy and I knew given the opportunity, I would do this again, and I have.