I've been married for ten years now and I can't complain a bit. My wife is a lovely woman who has little hesitation to try new and exciting things. A few years into our marriage we met a great couple that we shared a lot of interests with. Eventually we got into some "soft swapping", had some great fun playing around, and still get together on occasions. Lately I had been having thoughts of playing with another guy. My roommate and I experimented a bit in college with mutual j/o and light oral action, and I found that I liked the feel of another man's cock. It wasn't something we did very often...usually after watching porn with too much beer was our usual excuse. I hadn't thought much about it at all for the past twenty years, but now found myself wanting the experience again.
I asked Beth if she would consider trying an MMF threesome. She did give the idea careful consideration, but decided that really wasn't something she wanted to do, and was certain that the male half of our couple friends would be opposed to the idea. I knew she was right about our friends. Even during our swap sessions, it was clear that there would be no contact between the guys. Beth did surprise me by suggesting that maybe this was something I could explore on my own. After all, she and Tracy had gotten together for a "girls night out" on several occasions. I really thought it was just a fleeting fantasy, but decided to check out the adult personals sites and see what was out there.
Having just turned forty, I still looked pretty good, even if I say so myself. Standing six feet tall, 165 pounds with a 32-inch waist, and a well-toned body from years of running and playing basketball, I felt good about my appearance despite the random gray hairs sprouting from my reddish-blond hair. Using a digital camera and a tripod, I took some pictures of myself clothed and nude and decided to place an ad on a popular adult site. I know many of the people on those sites tend to exaggerate or just flat-out lie about themselves. I could never understand why anyone would do that if you really want to meet someone. I made a sincere effort to be upfront and honest as I could convey in the small ad space. I listed myself as married, but looking for a male friend for special fun alone, and that my wife was aware of my other interests. If nothing else, it was entertaining to browse through the other ads.
My ad had been running for nearly two months without much of anything interesting happening. I had met two guys who clearly misrepresented themselves, and walked away. Some of the chat sessions were interesting, but often went nowhere. One evening I received an unusual page for a chat session. It simply read; "I know you...you're hot...let's chat" from a guy known as Horny14U. Before I accepted the page, I checked his profile. He listed himself as being 28, married, straight, and athletic with no indication he was looking for other men. "What the hell", I thought to myself, and accepted the chat room with my handle of BiGuy40.
I was the first to break the ice, and typed; "Hi there...wish you had a picture on your profile so I could know you. How do you know me?"
A few seconds later the reply came back; "Sorry, no picture available...want to be discreet. You come to my work twice a year...seen you there."
That was hardly a valuable clue. I have a job in field service, so I'm at a different location every day, installing and calibrating lab equipment. He could be one of thousands of people I encounter every year.
"That's cool...so did you just want to say Hi, or do you have something else in mind?" I typed, wanting to cut to the chase.
"Need to get off. Wife is pregnant and won't do anything for me. Thought about finding another woman for a quick fuck, but can't bring myself to do it. Blow job might be good...figure a mouth is a mouth."
I was a little taken back by his directness, but found it somewhat refreshing from the usual game playing. "I see. So, you just want to bust a nut...that's fine with me, but interested in helping me out at all?
Several minutes seemed to pass before he finally replied, "Never been with a guy, just tired of jerking myself off. Not into anything else."
Needless to say, I was a little disappointed. It had been a long time since I sucked another cock and was anxious to try it again, but wasn't sure I wanted a one-way transaction. "Sounds like it could be fun, but I need some relief too. Have you thought about finding a glory hole in some porn shop?" I suggested, thinking maybe I could help him out in some way.
"Don't want to be seen in a place like that. Sorry I bugged you...thinking with my dick and not my head." And with that last line he left the chat room.
I left him an email message, suggesting we could make other arrangements, but never got a reply. A few days later his profile was turned off. I just chalked it up to another dead-end. There were other messages and chat offers, but nothing seemed appealing. I decided to give up on the experiment and eventually deleted my ad as well.
A month went by and work was hectic as usual. I was in a town about two hours from home moving equipment for a customer from their old facility to a new building. Charlie had been working there many years and I usually called on him when I arrived to do his service. For two days Charlie and I moved pieces from the old to the new building. On the third day, I was to start installing everything in the new facility, but Charlie needed to stay in the old place to coordinate computer issues. Jason, who I had seen there for the past two or three years, volunteered to be my escort. He was a nice guy, and I was glad to have someone to talk to in the still largely vacant building.
Much of the morning was uneventful. Jason met me at the new building, let us in with his key card, and I started moving equipment to its proper location. Jason was in and out of the area, taking phone calls, and doing whatever he had to do. After lunch, he stayed with me and watched while I completed an endless string of tedious tasks. He did his best to make small talk, but seemed a little on edge, and didn't have much to say.
"You still playing softball for the company?" I asked him, remembering a conversation we had last year. He was probably their best player. Jason was in his late twenties, with a muscular but not huge build, wavy blond hair, and stood a little taller than me. I had thought to myself he was a nice looking guy. Dressed in cargo pants and tight-fitting t-shirt for the move, he didn't look the part of the lab technician I was used to seeing.
"No...we couldn't find enough teams to play, had to call it off this year. I miss the exercise." He said, sounding genuinely disappointed with the situation.
"Looks to me like you're getting plenty of exercise. Hope you don't mind, but you're in great shape...you must have been the star player." I said not meaning anything other than a mild compliment.
"Thanks, nice to hear." He said as I grabbed a box and headed for the small room next door.
The box wasn't overly heavy, but was bulky, and it resisted my efforts to place it on the shelf over my head. I decided to call Jason in before I let it crash to the floor. "Hey man, can you come in here...just need a boost to get this on the shelf."
"No problem." He replied as he stood behind me, his chest pressed to my back, and eased the box into position.
My waist was pressed into the counter in front of me as he wrestled with the box over my head. At the time, I thought he could have done this standing along side of me, but really didn't think too much about it. The next series of events, however, took me completely by surprise. After the box was secure, he placed both his arms at my sides, resting his hands flat on the counter in front of us. I was trapped in place, his chest still firmly against my back, when he brought his lips close to my ear and whispered; "I know who BiGuy40 really is."
I was frozen in shock as he eased away from me, moving his left arm between us. I could hear the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered. "Turn around." He commanded as his right hand gripped my shoulder and spun me to face him. "I could really use your help." Jason said as he firmly pressed my shoulders down with both hands forcing me in a kneeling position in front of him. I resisted at first, still in a daze as to what was happening, but soon caught on.
His half-hard dick was just inches from my face, protruding from the opened fly of his cargo pants. Even semi-erect it was a good six inches, and twitched slightly from his growing arousal. Memories flooded my mind as he grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face into his groin. The tight curls of his blond pubic hair brushed my nose as he pulled me tightly against his stiffening member. Overcome with instant lust, I acted on instinct and began licking his cock from base to tip and guided it into my mouth with my tongue. His rod continued to pulse and grow between my lips until it reached a very thick seven inches. The heat radiating from his flesh was intense and I struggled to coat the invader with spit as he pushed me farther onto his pole. "Oh fuck yeah!" he grunted as he began to slowly piston in and out of my mouth.
My own cock was straining against the fabric of my khakis, struggling for release. Jason's cock was no longer than my own, but certainly thicker, in almost perfect proportion to his bigger frame. My hands gripped the back of his thighs in an attempt to steady myself against the thrusts of his hips into my face. I savored the long forgotten taste of cock and the musty smell of his crotch as my nose passed into the folds of fabric from his pants and boxers. I longed to lick his balls and roll them around my tongue, but his frantic and purpose-driven thrusts gave me little opportunity to explore. I raised my left hand and grabbed his ass while my right slid under his t-shirt and caressed an impressive set of rippled abs. Moans of pleasure told me that he appreciated the attention. I could also tell from the jerking motions of his prick that he wasn't going to last much longer.
"Oh fucking shit, dude...you're the best cock-sucker I've ever had." He said panting as I teased the underside of his shaft with my tongue with every pass through my lips.
He came quickly and forcibly. I struggled to keep up with the continual flood of his sticky cream. Jason must have really needed to get off, as his dick shot thick streams down my throat in five or six heavy loads. I managed to swallow most of it...a real surprise, as my roommate and I never swallowed...the rest dripped down my chin and into a puddle on the floor. Jason tried to catch his breath as he placed his head on folded arms on the counter behind me. I watched his stomach undulate over my head with every breath as I licked clean his softening staff.
"Shit, damn, shit!" Jason said repeatedly as the fog left his brain and the reality of the moment settled in. He quickly tucked his deflating dick back into his pants, zipped-up, and left the room still muttering obscenities to himself. I was still kneeling on the floor with a raging hard-on pressed against my pants and a puddle of cum between my knees. At first I thought I had done something wrong, but soon realized that he had done something on impulse, and wasn't sure how to handle it yet. I decided it was better to just leave him alone.
I rested a few minutes and allowed my own erection to subside before completing the task at hand. I knew Charlie would be by soon to check on progress. As I wiped Jason's cum off the floor with a paper towel, I wished for a better experience. I just hoped he wasn't going to be too hard on himself.
