Mike: What can you tell me?
Tony: Why do you want to know?
Mike: Curiosity, I guess.
Tony: Can you meet me for a beer this weekend?
I froze, I didn't know how to respond. Was Tony flirting with me? I could never do what I saw in that picture but it made me wonder. Four hours later he texted me again.
Tony: Just a beer at the sports bar. This Friday after work? Nothing more. We can talk then.
I said 'yes' and sent the text. I could not believe I had said yes. I reasoned with myself that it was just a beer, but Friday arrived all too fast.
I arrived at the sports bar after Tony, when I walked in I saw him sitting in a booth by the bar. He had already ordered a tall draft beer. He was looking very confident for a guy who had mistakenly sent an x-rated gay picture.
The waitress got my order. We started out with small talk. After two beers and a shot of some good bourbon Tony started to tell me about the picture. It had all started one night at the end of one of his pay-per-view get togethers. There were four guys, including himself, who hadn't left yet and the three needed a little time before heading home. They were all married and around our age. The subject changed to sex. Everyone was bitching about their lame sex lives with their wives. Things got a little personal for them when one guy asked Tony if he had some porn to get his motor running before he went home.
I was hanging on his every word like a little school boy. It was crazy. I was just about palpitating, my cock was hard as a rock and I was wondering how it got from pay-per-view to naked guys.
As they watched the porn, everyone was laughing and talking about how hot the chicks were. It was obvious everyone was highly turned on at this point from the erections bulging in their pants. Then John pulled out his cock and started to jerk off. Tony followed suit, then Greg and finally Stan. John started laughing at Stan, he had the smallest cock - only about four inches. Greg and Tony had average six to seven inch cocks but Tony was much thicker then Greg. So he said.
I kept looking around to see if people were listening to us. But the place was empty and Tony would stop talking when the waitress came to us. I could not believe I was listening to this story.
Tony continued, John had the most to be proud, his cock it was about nine inches. John kept going on about how the chicks on screen really looked like good cock-suckers, and how good it would be if the wife could suck like that. They all had a good laugh. The whole situation changed when Stan said if their wives were getting paid like that, they would suck cock like that too. John asked if all it took was money and Stan said yes. John asked Stan how much it would take him to suck a cock like that. Stan said a hundred dollars. John reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill and gave it to Stan. Stan tried to laugh it off but John kept pushing. John teased him about his little cock and about how getting paid to suck cock turns anyone into a slut. Stan had then asked John what would it make all of them if he did. Gay? Greg then said it wouldn't mean anything, it was just sex.
He said they could call it 'friends with benefits' just a release of sexual frustration. Everyone agreed and then right there in Tony's basement, Stan walked over to John and got down on his knees and started to sucked John off. John showed his approval with moans and groans. After a couple of minutes John came in Stan's throat. Stan held most of it in, then he cleaned off John's cock and looked at Greg and Tony and asked who wanted to go next.
Stan had no trouble with Greg's cock and finished him in no time flat. Tony felt a hand on his cock, it was Stan and when he looked down Stan's mouth was engulfing his cock. Tony said it felt amazing better than anything he ever got from his wife.
My phone went off and I jumped about a foot off the seat, Tony just laughed at me.
"Why are you so jumpy?" Tony asked.
"I don't know why." I replied.
"I know why." He said and smiled.
I brushed it off.
Tony continued to tell the story. As Stan sucked his cock, he was also stroking it. As Tony let loose a huge load in Stan's throat, Stan bucked and jumped and came all over his pants. Everyone sat there speechless. John stood up, and said that it was hot. He suggested that they do it again sometime soon. With that he zipped up his pants and left. Stan went to the bathroom to clean up and Greg left. Tony pulled up his pants and showed Stan to the door.
Tony told me it was the craziest thing he had ever done. I could tell it wasn't the last time. He said they all got together a month later and talked about what happened. Everyone wanted to do it again. The three of them told Stan how it would work, Stan was the cock sucker and they would not touch or suck him. Stan sat for a minute drinking his beer and said it was fine, but it must be agreed that nobody was bisexual, gay, fag or a cock sucker. Also that they would respect each other and never to talk about it.
"That's how it all started. The cock sucking club." Tony looked at me and said, "I'll see you in two weeks on Sunday at my house for the Lions game. One pm, it will be just you and me - got it?"
It was more of an order, not a question or an invitation. I didn't know what to say, I was shocked, appalled, taken back by his boldness. He put fifty dollars on the table and walked out.
Before I could form a sentence Tony was gone. I sat there thinking of the story Tony had just told me, my cock was aching and precum was running down my leg. I went to the bathroom and jerked myself off. It only took about thirty seconds and cum was flying everywhere. I tried cleaning up but it was futile. I looked at my phone and saw I had four missed calls from my wife. She was not happy when I called her.
That Sunday Tony texted me asking if the plans were all set for the football game the following Sunday? I didn't reply right away so about twenty minutes later he texted again.
Tony: Are you in or out?
I sat there staring at the text, my heart was pounding, my hands were shaking, and I had a nauseous feeling in my stomach. What would happen? Who else would know? What if my wife found out? My thoughts were running a million miles an hour through my head. I typed out a reply.
Mike: Yes, all set, see you next Sunday.
I sat and stared at the message my thumb over the send button. I wanted to press send but I couldn't. Then I did it, I pressed send. He replied immediately.
Tony: Great, see you then.
The week dragged and it was the longest seven days of my life. It was really hard to act like everything was normal but I did my best.
Sunday came and I went over to Tony's house. He met me at the door. His wife was sitting at the kitchen table and said hello. When we got downstairs in the basement, he got me a beer. We sat down in two huge recliners and kicked back as the game kicked off. Three beers in, Tony got out some great bourbon. My buzz went into high gear. As the game was going into halftime Tony's wife yelled downstairs that she was going shopping. Tony looked at me and smiled. My heart skipped a beat, my stomach dropped and my hand started to shake so I put down the bourbon. As halftime started Tony started to talk about sex and cock sucking. He told me there were three kinds of guys. One would be the type of guy who would have deleted the picture and never speak to him again. The second was a type of guy who was interested in it but wouldn't pursue it. The third type, was a guy who wanted to suck cock. Tony had pegged me as the third type of guy. I looked at him and told him he was crazy. There was no way I would ever suck a man's cock.
"I don't believe that. If you didn't want to suck cock or were not interested in it, you wouldn't be here."
