Literotica is such an excellent site for writers to tell their story, whether it be fiction, non-fiction or somewhere in between.
For some it is the sheer pleasure of expressing thoughts and for others it is telling a story that they can't tell even their partner or best friend. I'm in the latter category; I'm male, married and adore cock.
When I turned nineteen, the adoration was limited to quick peeks in gym shower rooms. Of my three best friends, I felt attracted to Barry's cock, but the fear of being thought of as gay prevented anything other than quick glances.
In my twenties, I dated several different females and experienced no sexual attraction to males.
I fell deeply in love with my present wife and our sex life was awesome, until the arrival of kids. Sex didn't entirely disappear, but work and family life changed the dynamics and although our passion remained high, the frequency took a nose-dive.
All the kids I grew up with also married and unfortunately, my best friend Barry moved with his wife to the other end of the province. We saw each other twice a year and that dwindled down to one and then sometimes once every two or three years.
The kids grew up, got jobs, moved out and found partners of their own. It took a bit of time to go from a busy household to empty nesters and my wife was hit with menopause and hot flashes. Along with that came a complete lack of desire for sex.
I loved pleasuring my wife sexually and I missed the sight of her in total sexual bliss, writhing as her body was wracked with multiple orgasms. Although our sex life had ebbed and flowed during the years there was one constant, a blow job on my birthday. Not only a blow job, but a blow job all the way, letting me cum in her mouth.
Although I have no idea what a female orgasm feels like, a female has no idea what it is like to have your cock sucked and to spurt into a mouth. I understand that the taste and texture of semen may not be pleasant to most and that a blow job can still be great without cumming in a mouth, but there is something very special about my wife swallowing, even though she finds it less than appealing.
I don't know if it is one thing, or a combination of several things, but in my fifties, every now and then, thoughts of sucking a cock would cross my mind. I seldom watched porn, but my porn watching changed from lesbian, to guy and girl having intercourse, to girl sucking guy and then to guys sucking other guys.
On the occasions that my wife did go down on me, I would imagine being her, wondering how it felt to have a cock in my mouth. Did it feel hot, smooth, sexy, submissive; my mind went in a thousand directions.
Once, when she let me cum in her mouth, I guided her up, pressed my lips to hers and slid my tongue into her mouth. The scent of my semen was powerful and it tasted like the smell. Not exactly a great description, but how do you adequately describe a taste, especially the taste of semen. For me, it was naughty and surprisingly, arousing.
The lack of sex led to an increase in masturbation and while masturbating I promised that I would taste my cum, but after spurting that desire quickly disappeared. But on occasion, I would swipe some with my finger and taste it.
It was gross; the taste and the texture weren't appealing, but the next time masturbating I would make the same promise.
During the past few years, Barry and I spoke a few times on the phone and about once a week would exchange short texts. His marriage was on shaky ground and finally ended in separation and divorce.
He was an accountant, planned on retiring, working freelance and move back home. My wife and I offered a room for him, while he got the lay of the land and decided on whether he would rent or own.
Barry took our offer and we greeted him with open arms. He had kept in shape and his broad shoulders and muscular arms showed he was familiar with the gym and weight training. He was six feet tall and his brown hair reached down to the tip of his collar.
I was as tall as he was, my hair was dark blonde and a bit shorter than his. My shoulders were just as broad as his, but in an arm wrestle he would win, hands down.
Note: Quotes will be used and although some are true to memory, some are best guess as to what was actually said.
My wife and I were recently retired and while I spent hours water coloring, she spent hours volunteering. Barry picked up a few clients and spent a few hours a day at home on his laptop.
After a week, we had adjusted to each other and Barry and I started a ten o'clock routine of a coffee and a chat. We talked about anything and everything. From sports, to politics, religion, global warming, kids, marriage and sex.
"I can count on one hand... make that two hands, the number of times I masturbated during my married years," Barry said. "Now I do it almost every day."
I laughed. "It comes full circle. Beat off as a teen, sex until menopause and then back to stroking."
He rolled his eyes in agreement and we finished our coffees. I went to my studio and he went to the dining room table and his laptop.
I wondered if he masturbated after moving in with my wife and I, and if his cock was as sexy as I remembered it to be.
There had been occasions when I had thought of hooking up with a guy to suck his cock, but STDs and HIV prevented me from going through with it.
Barry never mentioned any extramarital affairs so I assumed I could suck him without the fear of catching anything nasty.
Several weeks went by and Barry purchased a condo, but the move-in date wasn't for a month and a half. Our morning coffee routine was soon to come to an end.
"Hope you don't mind a personal question, but do you and Heather still have sex?" Barry asked.
I ran my fingers through my hair. "Yes, but its few and far between."
He nodded. "What a shame and unfortunately, not uncommon."
"Tell me about," I said.
"I really miss sex, but even more I would give my left arm for a good blow job."
I laughed. "Is there such a thing as a bad blow job?"
A smirk lit up his face. "No, I suppose not."
"Would you let a guy suck your cock?" I asked.
His immediate response was, "No!" After a few moments he laughed. "Why? You offering?"
I paused and felt a warm rush flush over my cheeks. "Uhm, no."
We sat in silence for a few moments and then he thanked me for the coffee and went to the dining room.
