Mutual Benefit

I got in the passenger side of Roger's car and extended my hand. We shook hands in greeting.

"Good to see you, my friend."

"Good to see you, Rog."

We'd been friends thirty years, through high school and college, through family events to family tragedies. Our wives were friends. We attended the same weddings and funerals. Rog and I even worked together at a job or two here and there over the years, though not presently. Our children had practically been raised as family to one another. In recent years, when Rog and his wife Carol started working at a new factory, they had moved to a new town on the other side of the county, so we didn't see as much of each other anymore. This was a rare guys' night out.

We left my driveway behind and headed out to our favourite watering hole. It was a Wednesday night in the winter, so it wasn't very busy. We sat shooting the shit for an hour or so. We talked about our jobs and our families and then I asked him how Carol was.

"Mm, she's fine."

"That doesn't sound 'fine' at all."

"Well, she's fifty, you know."

He said it like I should know what that meant.

"She's, you know, menopausal."

Again, I thought so what? My wife was menopausal too.

"Let's just say her libido has been substantially reduced."

"Oh." It would definitely be wrong to tell him my wife's sex drive actually increased in menopause. "Well, that's gotta be hard."

We both looked at each other and laughed. Bad choice of words.

"That's the problem. I'm... well, we're both guys here. I'm horny all the time. I walk around with wood. I'm a married man with a strong sex drive, but my one and only partner has been turning me down for nearly a year."

"A year!" I repeated. "I'm sorry, man."

This talk had me interested. I genuinely felt bad for my friend. Nothing against his wife, she was like a sister to me, but if she didn't want sex, couldn't she at least give the poor man the odd handjob or blowjob?

But I was engaged for another reason too. Over the past ten years, I had slowly become more and more bi-curious. I had begun to imagine what it would be like to have sex with a man, especially oral sex. Was there an opportunity here? I tried to dismiss the thought. This was my oldest friend. How would he respond to a homosexual overture? Would he be disgusted? Would he hit me? And to the best of my knowledge, Rog had always been completely faithful to Carol; who was I to do anything that might spoil that record?

While I thought about all this, Rog had gone on and now he was talking about something else. For the remainder of our time at the bar, I found myself thinking about Rog's cock. Over the years, I had seen it, and my nascent bi-curiosity must have been in charge of taking the details. I had changed into and out of swimsuits standing beside him at the resort. I had taken showers with him at the gym. I knew that he was cut and about six or seven inches. His cock had a great bulbous glans, but the shaft appeared narrower. I had seen it shrunken after a cold-water shower but I had never seen it fully erect. While Rog bantered on about something, my dick was hard in my pants and dripping with pre-cum at the thought of my best friend's cock... of sucking it.

I eventually entered a more interactive phase with Rog beyond saying yes and no while I daydreamed about his genitals. We covered the usual subjects: family, friends, weather, current affairs, sports, music and movies.

Eventually it was time to call it a night. Rog had a long drive to get home. We finished our beers and put on our coats. We shuffled out to his car and wiped the snow off. When we got into the car at last, it was cold. He started the car and turned on the heat, even the seat heaters. Rog pulled out of the parking lot and we headed back toward my place. It was a drive of about ten minutes. I knew I should leave well enough alone, but I couldn't.

"Rog," I said. "I'm sorry for your problem with Carol."

"Yeah. I probably shouldn't have told you about that. I just get so damn frustrated sometimes."

"I understand. Just last night Lori woke me up in the middle of the night, pulled off my shorts and blew me. She held me by the shaft and began licking the head like it was an ice cream cone while she jacked me off. She kept edging me close and then pulling back. She must have done that—"

"Fuck, man," Rog said angrily. "Not helping." Even from the dim light of the dashboard, I could see Rog's instant erection.

"She must have done that a dozen times," I continued. "Then she finally let me come and I blew the whole hot load down her throat. Can you believe she rolled over and fell asleep after that? It was like she woke up for a snack."

Rog was glaring at me. "Still not helping," he said.

"But I want to help, Rog."

"Sure, by bragging about your sex life."

"No, by telling you... what I want to do to you."

Rog nearly drove us off the road, but he quickly regained control.

"What the fuck are you saying?"

I hesitated but I had already said too much to backtrack now.

"I want to suck your cock." I was surprised at how it sounded. It was not charged with shame or shaky with fear. It was not overeager nor forced. It was just the fact.

Rog and I were passing a sideroad. He turned to take it. This was no longer the way to my house.

"What are you talking about?" Rog said. "You have a wife and two kids. You're not gay." I did not think of myself as gay; if anything, I was bisexual and I wasn't even sure about that. I was curious. But Rog was really talking to himself: he had a wife and two kids too and he wasn't gay either.

I gauged his tone. There was no trace of anger. There was a touch of desperation, as if he didn't dare to take this seriously. A part of him was afraid that I was just trying to make him the butt of a terrible and compromising joke. I also heard genuine interest in my offer and I sensed that all he needed to accept it was some kind of permission. I was hopeful.

There was a large meadow of trees coming up on our right. Rog turned at the ATV trail that disappeared into the woods. The snow was thin on the ground and the trail was frozen. It was a rough drive in, but we were well hidden from the road. He put the car in park and turned his body to look at me. The car was still running so we could see each other well in the dashboard light.

"Explain this to me," Rog said. He seemed to be working to control his breath.

Like I said, I was in too far to go back. "For the last few years, I've been getting curious about cock. I have wanted to suck one. And when I fantasize about it, the dick I imagine is yours."

"Wow," Rog said.

"What about you? Do you ever feel curious?"

"No." I believed him.

"But..."

"Yes?"

"I do get very horny."

I don't know where I found the courage to put my hand on his bulge.

"Maybe we can do something here to our mutual benefit. I want to suck, you want to be sucked. If that's not the basis for a transaction, I don't know what is."

Rog laughed nervously as my hand caressed his genitals through his pants.

His voice was hoarse and weak. "Okay... what... um, what do I need to do?"

I thought about it for a moment. I had fantasized about sucking cock but that didn't cover the realistic details. The first impediment to our progress would be the lack of space in the front seats. "We need to get in the back."

We agreed we shouldn't leave the car running, so Rog took care of it. When we moved to the back seats and we were both sitting down, I put my hand back on his crotch and began squeezing the area gently. He groaned audibly.

After a minute, he spoke slowly between breaths. "Not... sure... we... should... do... this."

I whispered back. "I want to do this for you. I'm your friend and I don't want you to suffer with your need. Let me help."

Rog seemed satisfied with that. He loosened up a little and put his hands behind his head. This gave me room to move my head in over his package. My mouth watered as I unwrapped him and pulled him out of his pants. Rog was already hard. I couldn't see much in the darkness but I could feel my way along very well.

Rog was already moaning with pleasure and I didn't even have him in my mouth yet. I jacked him a few times slowly as I savoured the experience of handling a cock other than my own. Then I put my mouth over the head of his cock and began swirling my tongue around it. I felt the silky threads of pre-cum floating in my mouth, lubricating it. I plunged deeper, taking more of him into my mouth, jacking the root of his shaft while I stimulated the rest of his cock.

I hadn't expected to be so overwhelmed with the odour of the pubic region. It was intoxicating. It was wonderful.

I believe I was on the fifth stroke of face-fucking his cock when Rog cried out, "Noooooo!"

I didn't know what he meant at first but I soon found out. His cock spasmed and I was inundated by blast after blast of thick, stringy cum. This had become the moment I was waiting for, the test: would I be able to take a man's load in my mouth. It was hot and smooth and I found the salty taste to be agreeable enough. I could do this. I swallowed burst after burst of cum and kept licking him until he was clean.

All the while I was cleaning him up down there, Rog was moaning but it sounded like whining. I finished my work and looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" I thought I had done rather well for myself and was disappointed at his current manner.

"I... came too quick," Rog said, ashamed. It was true that he came after less than a minute once I had started my oral ministrations. "I'm normally good for a while."

"Don't worry about it," I said. "If it helps, you were delicious." I was hard in my pants from this experience, but Rog was right: it had been over too quick.

I talked soothingly to Rog so he wouldn't feel inadequate. As a man, I knew how susceptible we all were to performance anxiety and I wanted Rog to feel anything buy anxious around me. As I said my comforting words, I slowly jacked him up and down. He groaned.

"Was it true what you said?"

"About what?"

"That you fantasized about my dick."

"Fuck, yes. Seeing your swinging cock in change rooms, showers, saunas and midnight dips left a mark on me. I think it was the sight of your pecker that first made me curious to play with one."

"Wow, that's, uh, sort of flattering."

"That's the right way to take it."

My hand continued to stroke his shaft and a few drops of pre-cum had lubricated against the friction. I was still horny as Hell. I had been tremendously satisfied by both the blowjob and the cum that I swallowed, but I wanted more. I increased the speed of my wanking.

"Oh," Rog said. "That feels really good."

"As good as my mouth?"

"No way, nothing is as good as your mouth."

I stopped myself from asking if I was as good as Carol. You shouldn't put a husband in that situation and I didn't want to hear she was better than me either; my cocksucking ego was still fragile. Rog's comment bolstered my confidence significantly.

"Time for another licking," I said.

"Please..."

My lips encapsulated the glans of his penis and again my tongue began tracing patterns around it: letters from the alphabet, the ampersand and so on. Rog immediately began groaning and moaning with the pleasure I was giving him.

Once more, I took as much of him into my mouth as I could. I could hardly hope to be a deep-throater on my first night as a cocksucker.

Oh, I thought, I am actually a cocksucker. This was really happening. I felt my untouched dick shiver in my pants.

I went down on him hard and fast while jacking the part of him I couldn't enclose. I continued to lick and suck, concentrating most of my efforts on the head of his cock. He seemed to react more favourably when I did so.

I was more in the present for this second blowjob. The first had been over almost before it began, but this one was taking longer. I was grateful for that as it afforded me opportunity to savour an experience I long coveted. Once more, I took in the scent of his crotch and sighed. I raised my free hand to play with Rog's hairy ball-sac. He had big balls, at least compared to mine. I felt Rog put his hand on my head and caress my scalp. I listened to the groaning above me and thanked the universe for where I was and what I was doing.

This time Rog lasted eight minutes, but I came with him. My dick, isolated from the action, came in sympathy of Rog's orgasm. I felt the hot spray in my underwear and grunted loudly in pleasure. It was my first hands-free orgasm (but not the last). Simultaneously, my taste buds were submerged in the same sweet and salty nectar they had savoured earlier.

I knew for several reasons that we were done now. The hour was late and Rog had a long drive in front of him. I, too, had to be taken home. Most of all, I knew we were done because now that he had his orgasms, Rog's arousal had faded and he was beginning to revert back to a more prudish state.

"Alright," Rog said as he turned the key in the ignition. "Let's get you home."

The eight to ten-minute drive to my place felt eternal. When he pulled up at the end of my driveway, he turned my way and said "well, thanks."

"It's okay. In fact, any time you want to, we can do it again."

"Er, thanks."

"Do you want to set another day to meet?" I was maybe a little too eager.

"I'll, uh... I'll text you."

"Okay."

I went into the house quietly so that I didn't wake my wife. She'd need just one hard look at me, with my cum-stained pants, and I would have a lot of explaining to do. I took myself off to the laundry room, actively scrubbing the semen out of my underwear and pants before putting them in the machine.

Before I was done, I received a text alert from Rog.

"How about same time next week?"

I texted back, "See you then."

Nothing more was said or needed to be said. It was clear that the transaction between Roger and I was going to be mutually beneficial. Rog would get the head he desperately needed and I would get the cock I had dreamt about for decades.

We went along that way for a year or so before Rog wanted to add another body to the mix, but that's another story.