It Started in May

May 1990

I was 29 years old and my wife had just left me. I started hanging out with Steve. We worked together at a publishing company as graphic artists. After work we would sometimes go out for a beer or smoke a joint or both. He was married so he couldn't stay out late.

"Man, why don't you come to my place after work. The beer is cheaper than at a bar and Laura would prefer I was home earlier." he said.

"Sure, I need to save money, now that I'm paying child support." I said.

"Let me call her and see if it's ok."

This became our new routine, after work I would follow Steve to his house. Sometimes I would stay for dinner, usually it was just the three of us drinking and getting high. Everyone said Steve looked like Kenny Loggins. (this was the 90's) Laura was a petite blonde. She was very cute and friendly to the point of being flirtatious. I loved the attention from Laura; she would sometimes touch my arm or leg when she was making a point. There were times when she would catch me getting a beer in their kitchen and get extremely close to me. The sexual tension was building and driving me crazy. Sometimes Steve would walk in and see us talking, so close to each other, I would look at him and he just smiled.

Steve landed a new job so hanging out with the two of them became less frequent. Late one June night I got a call from Steve. He and Laura had been at a BBQ. There were multiple kegs of beer and he was able to take one home.

"Hey guy, you want to drink some beer? We're near your apartment. I need some help knocking out a keg."

"I'm up for it" I said.

The keg was in the back of his Jeep. We took it into my apartment. I got cups for the three of us. It was summer and hot that day. Laura was dressed for the heat. She wore a tight top and a short denim skirt. She looked great and was obviously drunk.

"Do you want to get high?" I asked.

"I do!" Laura said. We smoked a small joint. Laura set her beer down and closed her eyes. The hot day, the beer and the weed were too much for her and she was out. Steve and I smiled at each other, and then laughed. We both knew then that getting high after drinking was not the best idea.

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.