Thanks for all of the positive feedback and comments to the first chapter. I wasn't sure if this would be a continuing story, but I've thought of at least 2 more chapters and I hope they are equally as enjoyable for readers.
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So... it's official... I sucked a cock for the first time. I've said that to myself at least 500 times the past week. Still in a daze, still surprised that I did it. And more so that I enjoyed it as much as I did. I haven't been able to stop replaying it in my mind. And hoping to get a chance to do it again.
I haven't heard from Terry since that fateful day, but it's only been a little over a week. It's not like we were best friends prior to this and we'd only wave or speak if we happened to see each other while doing yard work.
While my wife works in an office and has to commute every day, I work from home and have the luxury of a "flexible schedule" which means if I get bored sitting at my desk and things are quiet, I like to grab a magazine and sit on the front porch for a bit. It's a Wednesday and things are quiet with emails and conference calls, so at around 11am I head out for some fresh air and rock in the chair.
As a reminder, Terry lives directly across the street from me, so it's not like we spy on each other but we can't help but notice daily comings and goings. Both Terry and his wife Sharon work in an office, but will sometimes work from home one or two days a week, no set schedule. On this particular day I notice Sharon's car is gone, she must be at the office and Terry's truck is parked in the driveway. A few minutes after I start reading I hear Terry's booming voice. He'll sometimes wander around his yard while on a conference call. Sure enough he's roaming and talking as he comes around the corner of his house. He sees me and waves. I wave back. He keeps talking.
As I mentioned, it's been a little over a week since the "event". I didn't want to come across as some clingy chick after a first date and call him asking why he hadn't called me, but I also couldn't help but be curious what he's been thinking... did he regret it... was I bad at it? Really? Did I just think that? Am I wondering if I wasn't good at sucking my neighbors cock? Yep, this must be a brain tumor causing all of this... Sheesh.
Terry finished his call and starts to head towards the end of his driveway, I figure he's checking his mail, but he keeps coming. Oh good, a chance to see if things are going to be weird or what.
"Hey Ter, how's it going?"
"Oh, just the usual bullshit. I work with a bunch of morons."
This is a typical topic of conversation. Terry has been with his company over 20 years and nobody is as good as he is. At least that's his thinking.
Terry sits in the other rocking chair and we have our usual small talk. Then he says "So... any regrets or anything about last week? I wanted to give you some time and space figuring you had a lot to think about and absorb."
"I appreciate that man, thanks, but not a single regret. If anything, it reinforced the whole thing in my head. I really enjoyed it. More than I figured I would. And this will sound silly, but thank you. Thanks for making it happen and thanks for not stomping my ass into the ground when I first offered." I laughed and Terry joined in.
"No way man, no ass kicking. As I told you, I tried it once, it wasn't my thing, but I've been on the receiving end plenty and have no problem having my cock and balls worshipped. It's also quite convenient how this worked out, huh."
"Yeah, I was thinking that also, this is the ideal situation for me. For us, I guess. Assuming you want it to continue. I shouldn't assume I guess."
"Assume away, yeah, I'm all for it. Like I said I wanted to give you some time to think it through and it sounds like you have."
"Yep, no doubts, no regrets."
"Well, what are we waiting for then... Sharon has been feeling a little better lately, but to tell ya the truth, you sucked me better than she does."
NO SHIT? REALLY? I said inside my head... My first time and I was better than a woman???
