This is my sixth letter describing my expanding awareness from a naive man with a desire to suck a cock to a man willing to explore his seedier side. Maybe not my best but it has an important message.
In my first letter "Costume in a Costume" I describe how I dressed as woman in a Halloween costume to trick unsuspecting men into letting me give them my first blow job. In my second letter "Gloryhole Illustration" I describe how I accidentally discovered a glory hole and learned what they are used for. In my third titled "Steely" I discover that there is a whole underground of men cruising for sex. In my fourth letter "Zebulon" I tell you about a visit to an adult bookstore expecting to suck cock but getting more than I bargained for. In "Sissy" I let a domineering man dress me in ladies underwear for his, and others, amusements. In this letter I tell you about how I use my experiences to explore my psyche and further define what I want in a MM relationship.
The story begins here:
Tom called me a couple of weeks later. He invited me to go shoot some pool. Showering to get ready for our date I wondered what he had in mind. "Shooting some pool" could mean anything. Balls. pockets. sticks. I couldn't figure it out.
I put on a pair of my wife's blue satin thong panties under my cloths and headed out to meet Tom at the address he gave me. To my surprise, when I arrived it was a pool hall. Maybe there would be some wagering. That could get exciting. The possibilities were endless.
I decided to just go with the flow and see what developed. Once inside I met Tom and two of his friends, Dan and Hank. We all had a good time drinking beer and playing pool. We were there for a couple of hours and to my chagrin there were no sexual innuendos, no slaps on the butt, in short nothing sexual at all.
Around seven Tom jumped up. "Shit! It's late. I've got to get home, Diane will be worried." He left. Hank and Dan said their goodbyes too and we all headed to our respective homes. I had had a great time and I was looking forward to seeing Tom again. But there was no sex.
We continued to hang out together and had some good times watching football, going to a hockey game, grabbing a beer at the local tavern, helping each other out with home repairs or other projects around the house, having picnics with our wives, or whatever else seemed like fun. I stopped wearing panties when I went out with Tom and just thought of him as a friend, mostly forgetting that his tongue had been up my ass.
We were in my basement one day playing video games (the wives had gone shopping) when Tom said, as casually as could be, "This game has gotten boring. "How 'bout a suck?"
"What!" I said. Flabbergasted. Shocked that one of my friends would ask for a suck in my own basement.
Again Tom said, "How 'bout a suck?"
"I didn't think you wanted that kind of relationship. It's been over three months."
"So? I'm in the mood. Are you in?"
I answered, "Yea, but are we gay lovers now?"
"Tim, sex is just a small part of a relationship. It's not supposed to define who we are. It's just something we do like building your deck last week or going fishing next week."
He was filled with a lot of wisdom. "Yea, Tom, Your right. I guess you're just like any of my beerbuddies."
"No, Tim, we're not beerbuddies, we're suckbuddies. Friends with benefits. But that doesn't change who we are. I was Tom before I met you and I'm still Tom now."
That was a defining moment for me in understanding my sexuality. I knelt down on the floor between Tom's legs. (It sure is great how our friends make us grow and learn about life and ourselves.) I unbuttoned and unzipped Tom's pants. I could see my friend's cock clearly outlined in his underwear. It had been a long time since I had seen it, my friends cock, and in a way this was going to be the first time for me. This was just real and all the other stuff had been unreal.
I rubbed my hands over the soft bulge in his shorts and kissed Tom's penis through the thin cotton material. I slipped my thumbs into the leghole stroking the junction of thigh and testicles.