It was a rare, midweek, appearance for Jesse and I at Kelly's, our favorite watering hole, near our home. Jesse was taking on challengers on the pool table, winning, as usual. I sat in our booth watching and sipping my drink, enjoying the stress-release that it provided. I was soon joined by Rob, our 'special' friend from Kelly's who joined us, on occasion, for threesomes. It had been about six months since our first romp with Rob and, true to his word that first time, he remained discreet about our trysts. He enjoyed it, we enjoyed it, so it was all good.
Rob had stopped in for a quick beer before he had to go home and pack for an early morning flight the next morning for a business trip. Taking a sip from his beer, Rob leaned forward afterwards, indicating that he had something he wanted to say but, not too loudly.
"Can I ask you something?" he said, his voice loud enough for me to hear but, quiet enough that no one else could hear his words.
"Sure," I replied, a bit of wondering going on in my head.
"When the three of us get together and you 'go down' on Jesse afterward I've, er..."
"Fucked her?" I finished saying, for him.
"Yeah, that, well, I was wondering...how does it taste?", his face betraying an honest curiosity.
"You mean, her juices and your cum?"
"No, I mean, how does cum taste?"
"Well," I said, "not bad, I guess, though it depends on the person. Some tastes better than others but, on the whole, I don't mind the taste at all."
Taking a sip of his beer as I sipped my drink, his face clearly showed that he was processing my answer.
"How did you...I mean, when did you?", his question sort of hanging there in the air between us.
"I had a friend who was a year or so older than me when we were younger. Steve was a 'Navy brat', having lived in a lot of places in a very short time. We became friends quickly, doing everything together which, eventually, included spending the night together, sneaking looks at either his dad's or my brother's Playboy magazines, late at night, in the privacy of either his, or my, bedroom on those sleepovers. We would look at those pictures and eventually wind up jacking off to them. At first we'd jacked ourselves but one night, he suggested that we jack the other off and when he did me first, I liked it and thought nothing of jacking him off in return. We did that for a few sleepovers and I never really thought that we shouldn't be doing that with each other. It was no big deal, I thought then, just enjoyable. One night after we had 'done each other', just before we went to sleep, his hand found my dick and stroked it hard again. Before I realized what he was doing, his head disappeared under the covers, his mouth slipped over my cock and he gave me my very first blowjob. It would be a few weeks later but I eventually gave in to his begging and I returned the favor as he talked me through how to do it. I found out that I didn't mind it so much and for the next year we took turns blowing each other until he and his family moved, once again. After he left, I discovered girls and never really felt a need to play with guys, not until I was in college and had my first threesome with a buddy and his gal. When that happened I figured out that I was of the 'if it feels good' school of thought and though I don't seek out guys, in the throes of sexual excitement, all's fair and all that shit as long as no one gets hurt."
Sipping my beer, letting him process what I had just said, I kept my eyes on his face as he did so. Finally, his eyes lifted from staring into his glass of beer and met mine.
"I guess I've always wondered about that," he simply said, finishing his beer immediately. Standing to wave goodby to Jesse as he prepared to leave, I saw that he had an erection straining his jeans. Arousement from my story, I wondered?
On the drive home, I told Jesse about Rob's questions and reaction to my answers. She stayed silent for a bit, mulling over what I had told her.
"Huh..." she finally commented, letting it just hang there but a look at her face showed that 'something' was cooking in her head.