Author's note: In a perfect world, there is no disease. This story takes place in that world.
I waited nervously in my car in the parking lot of the no-tell motel at the edge of town. I glanced at my watch...7:16. I was early, which was a mistake because the longer I waited, the more nervous I got. I tossed the latest cigarette butt out the window and it joined its brothers on the ground next to the car.
I wouldn't be here at all if my wife hadn't been in Wyoming with her parents. Even though we barely had a marriage going and could probably count the number of times we'd had sex on one hand in the three years since we'd wed, she didn't know that I sucked dick. Nobody did, especially either of our parents. We'd gotten married as a way to "join families", an archaic device that sounds laughable now but fit when there was lots of money on both sides of the family involved. If it got out that I preferred sucking men's cocks over fucking her, then my wife would probably divorce me, which would offend her very Catholic parents. She'd lose her financial lifeline and, of course, once my family found out I was a cocksucker (I reconciled myself to the term long ago), my lifeline would die too.
So, she didn't know that being late "at work" was really at the local bookstore, where I was on my knees at the video arcade. With her waiting at home, I'd get twenty, maybe thirty minutes of bliss before I had to reluctantly head back.
Her mom had had some kind of health issue, and my wife took a leave of absence from work and flew to help take care of her. I really didn't have an idea of when she'd be coming back, so I took advantage of the situation. The first day she was gone, I took the entire day off from work and spent four glorious hours getting my fill of cock and cum. By the time I left, smiling, my lips were actually a bit raw. That was also the day I met Rick.
I was also nervous because this was the first time I was actually going to meet someone. Until now, all of my experience was of the anonymous kind, sucking cock through a glory hole or the rare few times I let someone into my booth. Rick was one of those rare ones, and instead of fleeing the booth after he'd cum in my mouth, he stuck around.
Stuffing his limp cock back into his pants, he'd asked me if I did more than just suck dick.
"No, not really," I admitted. Sucking cock was what I enjoyed, being on my knees servicing a man until he spewed into my mouth. To me, that was the ultimate in excitement. Having a cock in my ass sounded...well, painful.
"I'd love to fuck you," he grinned. "And I bet you'd love it too." He handed me a business card. "Call me if you'd like to find out."
I'd heard that before and never took anyone up on it. I sucked cock, that was it. But there was something in his voice that the others lacked that got my attention. Plus, he had a beautiful cock, about 6 1'2 inches, a little thicker than average, and beautifully proportioned. He was so different from the usual blow-n-go guys that it piqued my curiosity. Not enough that I called him right away, though. It took about a week of the idea rattling around in my head before I pulled his card out of my wallet and called.
He immediately knew who I was, and suggested meeting at a motel on the outskirts of town. I wasn't familiar with it, but I figured I could find it. He said to meet him there at 7:30.
I didn't quite know what to do to prepare to have my cherry popped. My wife had problems with constipation and we had plenty of enemas, so I figured that cleaning myself out would be a good idea. I tried to imagine the full feeling I got doing that with the idea of being filled up with cock, but it really didn't excite me as much as I thought it would.
The buzz of nervous excitement made it impossible to stay around the house so I drove to the motel, getting there 45 minutes early. So instead of walking around nervously in my house waiting, I waited nervously in my car.
7:22. A car pulled into the parking lot and slowly drove towards me. There were only two other cars there, and mine was the only one with someone in it. The car pulled into the spot next to mine and I saw Rick at the wheel. He had a smile on his face as he stepped out of his car and walked over to mine.
"I wasn't sure you'd show up," he said through my window.
I gave him a nervous smile, but didn't have any words to respond with. In fact, I was about ready to give in to my nerves and leave. Before I could follow through on that thought, however, he opened my car door and held out a hand to me. "C'mon."
I let him help me out of the car, and was surprised that he didn't let go of my hand. I mean, if anyone saw us it'd be blatant what we were there for. Two guys, holding hands???
He led me to the motel office, opened the door for me and gently pushed me inside. The transaction to get a room only took a few minutes, with Rick paying cash and the clerk barely taking his eyes off the TV set on his desk. We left the office, went by his car to pick up a bag, then walked down to room 4.
As soon as we were in the room, he tossed the bag on the bed then put his arms around me. He was taller than me, so when he pulled me close my head was pressed against his upper chest. "Nervous?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
He released me, then pulled his shirt off. I could see where the muscles of his youth were slowly turning into flab, but it didn't turn me off any. Just the opposite, in fact, since his chest was really hairy and that attracted me for some reason.
(I guess I should get the descriptions over with. Hi, I'm Sam. I'm 26, 5' 8", and about 110 pounds. Yeah, skinny...I've been that way my whole life. I've got longish brown hair and I've been told that my two best assets were my blue eyes and my bubble ass. Rick, on the other hand, was well over 6 foot, probably weighed about 230 or 240 pounds, and had what I guess would be rugged handsomeness. I found out later that he was 49 on that day.)
"You're gonna love this," he grinned as he kicked off his shoes and socks, then dropped his pants to the floor. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock was already half-hard.
When I saw his cock, my nervousness evaporated. He had barely stepped out of his pants before I was on my knees in the middle of the motel room, leaning forward to take him in my mouth. Before I could, though, he stopped me.
"Wait," he said, moving around me and sitting on the edge of the bed. He pointed to the floor in front of him, and I knee-walked over between his legs. This time when I bent down to take him in my mouth, he didn't stop me.
I love sucking cock. Well, if I wanted to be technical about it, I loved making men cum with my mouth. The sensation of a hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth is wonderful, but the feeling of it throb between my lips and spew man-juice was my goal. My highest excitement was when the first hard blasts of cum hit the back of my throat.
"Hey, slow down," he cautioned as my mouth furiously went up and down his shaft. "We're in no rush." I slowed my movements.
