Eddie and I have worked together for over 10 years now. We get along well because we're about the same age, mid forties and we're both in the rut that comes with being married for a long time.
At lunchtime, if the weather's fine, we take our sandwiches outside and sit on the grass, so we can talk without the other guys listening in to our conversation, which is sometimes quite personal.
I know for instance that he and his wife barely speak and she's withdrawn what Eddie calls his conjugals, so they lead separate lives.
He's always moaning about her, yet neither of them want a divorce strangely enough, but I know that the lack of sex really frustrates him.
I can relate to that because Susan, my wife, doesn't have much time for my needs either. She's always too busy with her career and all the committees she's on, plus she works away from home a lot.
One Monday I see a change in him. He's looking much brighter and relaxed, so at lunchtime I tackle him about his change of mood.
"You look happier today, Eddie. Did Annie let you get near her at the weekend?"
"No such luck, but I got taken care of elsewhere."
"Don't tell me you've got a bit in the side, that never ends well."
"No, nothing like that. It was more a casual thing."
He clammed up after that, so I let it rest.
Most Mondays after that I could see a much happier Eddie, but despite some probing on my part, he wouldn't give anything away, just answered with a sly secretive look on his face, something that Eddie is good at.
"Oh it's just some place I go."
Now Eddie earned the same as me, so I knew he couldn't afford a prostitute or a visit to a massage parlour and that left me wondering where he was getting laid.
One lunchtime we were sitting outside in the sun and I decided to ask him outright.
"So Eddie how about spilling the beans and telling me where you're getting all this sex."
"Naw Barry, I'd rather keep that to myself if you don't mind."
"Come on Eddie, we share everything, don't we."
"I wish I'd never said anything now, but if I tell you, promise to keep it to yourself."
I gave him a look.
"How long have we been friends? You must know you can trust me. Just tell me who this girl is for pity's sake."
"Well you know the Ship Inn down by the harbour?"
When I nodded, he continued
"There's a lane runs down the side and halfway along there's a little sex shop. It's also got a porn cinema through the back and private cabins to rent."
I was slightly confused.
"So what kind of girl goes there?"
"There's no girls, only guys. We help each other out, if you know what I mean."
Then he waited, studying my face to see what my response would be.
Well I don't judge, which Eddie was well aware of, but I thought carefully before I answered.
"I suppose it's a way to get relief, but aren't you worried someone spots you?"
"Most of the guys that go there are married like me and I'm really careful. I dress different and leave the car in the pub car park."
"Fair enough. At least it's making you less grumpy, which can't be bad. Just be careful."
"Always careful me."
We went back to work after that bombshell from Eddie, but when I had time to think about it later, I was intrigued.
Now back in my college days I had played around with guys a few times and it sounded like an anonymous way to get some kind of sex, which I could definitely do with, instead of my own right hand.
Eddie had told me that he went on a Saturday night, while his wife was at the bingo, so on Friday I thought I'd give it a try.
I parked at the Ship and walked down the lane. The shop was pretty run down, with the window blacked out and a solid door so you couldn't see inside, plus a security camera above. The only hint was a small black sign above a buzzer that said 'Eros Please ring.'
As soon as I pressed the button, the door released and I found myself in a dingy little sex shop with all the usual toys and dvds. Behind the counter was an older guy watching porn on his monitor.
I didn't even bother looking at the merchandise, just went up to him and asked for the cinema.
After paying him £10, he drew back the curtain and told me to turn left.
At the end of a short passage, I found myself in a small dark cinema with about 40 seats, most of which were occupied.
I slid into an empty one at the end of a row and let my eyes get used to the semi darkness.
The film was showing a threesome between two guys and a girl, as she sucked one while the other guy was inside her.
Most of the men watching had their eyes fixed on the screen, their hands busy inside their trousers, but a few of them had their cocks out, openly stroking.
Not being a shy guy and with plenty to show off, I pulled down my sweatpants and began to stroke till I was hard and leaking, my cock at it's full 8 inches and 6.5 ins girth, spreading my legs to display the goods.
Further along the row in front, a youngish guy in his twenties began to take more interest in what I was doing than the film, so I was hoping it would lead to something, but I wasn't sure how to progress from here.
He smiled at me and licked his lips, which gave me the promise of a blow job, at least that's what I hoped anyway.
I tucked my erection back inside my pants and returned to the shop to pay for a cabin.
As the old guy handed me the key to number 4, he grinned and looked down at the bulge in my pants.
"Enjoy"
Back in the cinema, I stood at the side till I caught the young guy's eye, then held up the key and with my other hand held up 4 fingers.
He nodded, so I made my way to the cabin, which was dimly lit by the small tv screen in the corner showing the same film as the cinema, with a plastic covered bench at one end.
I made sure I left the door ajar, then leaned back against the wall and got my cock out ready.
A minute later, he put his head round the door and slipped inside closing it behind him.
His eyes were fixed on my cock, as he dropped to his knees in front of me and used his tongue to lick a drop of precum from the tip, which made me shiver.
He slid his warm mouth down my shaft, till his nose was buried in the hair around it and I was surprised that he could swallow the whole thing so easily.
Going to work on my cock, he slid his lips up and down the shaft, while his other hand massaged my heavy balls, slurping and sucking on my thick rod like his life depended on it.
His hand left my balls and moved up under my t shirt, over my hairy stomach towards my chest.
To make it easier for him, I pulled my t-shirt all the way up so he could get at my nipples and chest hair.
As his hand roamed over my pecs, he gave a groan deep in his throat, his eyes shining, obviously liking what he was seeing.
What his hot mouth was doing to my neglected cock was amazing, as I put my hand on the back of his head and pushed slightly, sending my cock further down his throat.
He didn't choke or hesitate, but let me fuck his face, my cock slamming against him as I headed towards climax.
His hand moved back down to my balls, as he rolled them around and tugged on them gently, then before I realised what was happening, he stuck a finger up my hole, which sent me crazy and I shot a huge load into his mouth.
My hips bucked wildly, as the jets of cum kept shooting from my cock, so much of it that some escaped from his mouth and ran down his chin, dripping on to the floor.
That was a blow job like I'd never had before and as I leaned against the wall to recover, my new friend sucked the last drops of cum from my cock, then licked all the sticky mess from my shaft, which was so hot to watch.
He grabbed a couple of tissues from a box to clean up his own face and stood up. He leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the mouth.
