My Buddy's Coc

Some people think that we all have a component of our sexuality that is bi-sexual, maybe even gay. Something as simple as looking at someone of your same sex and admiring their good looks, or how they look at the pool. All the way up to the point of this story.

About a dozen years ago, hitting my mid-40's, I had one failed marriage, and the girl who made that happen had shown me the door after three years. A few dates, some playing the field, but I was just bored with women. I had been with, no exaggeration, more than a hundred women, and it was always pretty much the same thing. I always enjoyed the view, and the response, but the really good ones weren't available, and I always ended up with someone less than my ideal. Which is why I kept looking and kissing some princesses who turned into frogs.

I remembered the joke from years ago where the comic said "Bi-sexual, makes it twice as easy to score on Saturday night". Enter Craigslist. It was new then, and the personals were pretty amazing back in the day, and while not a luddite, I was maybe the last guy on the block to check them out. On a whim, I hit the "men for men" tab, and an entirely new world opened up to me. You read the Literotica stories about those discovering their bi-side, and it was about the same for me. "Men give better blow jobs; their asses are tighter than women" and all the rest.

I took that bet. Found a good face picture, and a dick picture. First couple of meetings were awkward, the first guy ten years older than his picture, and while we were eating lunch, I looked at him and said "I just can't picture you giving me a blow job". He snorted sweat tea out of his nose. We wished each other luck, walked away, and then logged on again. As days and weeks went on, there was a steady stream of fun guys. One or two hookups with each and we were both on to someone else. Attempts at friend relationships sadly didn't happen. Some nice surprises when you go to meet someone and they open the door stark naked, then close the door and then sink to their knees while unzipping your jeans. Guys set up glory holes in their house, where you walked in, pumped and dumped. One time, it was a pair of roommates who wanted to shoot video, and we settled for still photos without my face or identifying ink.

I posted that I was a top, and oral versatile. I have a lousy gag reflex, so taking a cock down my throat is next to impossible. I could still lick and get the head in, and honestly, it wasn't bad. I never thought of myself as gay, just bi. Unlike women, the guys were all business, no seduction needed, and they were already cleaned up and lubed. I could "come and go" within 20-30 minutes, and some would wrap up after they had an orgasm, saying "time to go" while my hard-on stood there in anticipation. The dating spectrum went from 18 to 50, and every color you can imagine. After a few months, I started dating women again, keeping my bi-profile handy if a free weekend popped up, or wanted some company to keep me warm some night. There have been scattered hook ups since then but just occasional, usually between my serial monogamy, dating one woman for three-six months, and then pulling the plug.

My buddy Rick is my age, now upper-50's and over the last few months he would tell me about one of his daughter's girl friends who came over to visit him, and never left. I'm thinking "psycho girl" but legit, still 28-29, and she was literally half his age. She had "daddy issues" (Don't they all?). His daughter was angry, but he was getting laid on a daily, even hourly basis by a small breasted little brunette who was insatiable, and a squirter. He swore that he would be soaked whenever he went down on her.

We're both in advertising, which is how we met at a trade lunch, and then I hired him for some specialized commercials for a hotel group I work for. We had just reopened, on the shank end of the pandemic, and I needed him to shoot some new, fresh video. He was bored, and his business had been less than slow. At least he had Gabrielle to keep him occupied. His stories sounded like some of the fantasy stories here. But he swore they were real. "She likes it when I wear the strap on and shove it into her ass while my cock is in her pussy" he said. "She loves DP, you should come over some time."

Wait, my friend has now invited me to come over and bang his girlfriend? Not like we worked out in a gym, or played golf, or taken showers together. I never even considered him the slightest bit bi. I pictured him and his ex-wife at a lifestyle club, but he never let on to his sex life.

One night, at his place, after a couple of drinks, he unloaded his entire history, and there was, after 20 years of marriage, swingers' clubs, girlfriends, and occasional boyfriends one hell of a story. Nothing happened that night but stopping by for an edit session a few days later, they had been smoking some of the new weed where two or three puffs whacks 'ya hard. They were both mellow, and apparently horny. No editing was done. She came over and started rubbing on me, having on a teddy and string panties under a silk robe. My two puffs lowered my "I have a girlfriend" morals, she stood up, took my hand, and we strolled into the bedroom.

It was ordinary, nothing fancy or seductive, just the thrum of a window air conditioner, a big bed with rumpled sheets and a cascade of pillows. No candles, no champagne, just three people high and mellowed by a few puffs, and their vodka consumption, and me just along for the ride. I was placed in the middle, with both snuggling on either side, warm, sensual, two pair of hands on my chest, crotch, kisses on my neck, I was past mellow and moving to full on hard-on, my entire body tingling. It was like they choreographed the entire encounter... I started the grabbing and groping, my hands sliding across both of them, a shaved, moist slit on one side, and a middle leg, wait, a cock? No way. 10 inches, maybe more, solid, more than filling my hand, and a serious set of balls, firm and full. I was shocked and delighted all at once, I had no idea he was so huge! His pre cum had slicked everything up, including my hand, and I brought my fingers back to my mouth and enjoyed the taste.

She slid up and straddled my chest, rubbing a very wet crotch on me, then up to my chin and planted herself right on my mouth. She was dripping and I really hadn't done anything. He went the other direction, both hands on my thighs. Rubbing in every direction, and I felt a tongue snaking its way towards my cock and balls. She started grinding, "Get your tongue waaaay up there" and then, "bite my lips, bite my clit". I complied, pretty much gnawing, and in 15 seconds the flood began.

I had been surprised with squirters before. Surprised to the point where this felt like waterboarding, her gushing juices filled my mouth, nose, eyes and running into my ears, hell, my hair was getting wet! She rode my face like she was on horseback, and I was worried about a broken nose or teeth, she was focused on her own pleasure, just intense.

Now my cock is just a little over average, about seven inches, and one hand goes almost all the way around. I was at full staff when he grabbed it, started licking, and sucking and then really went down... no notice, just sucked me in, all the way to my balls, his tongue leading the way. Most women have a gag reflex, no matter the size, or at least it takes them a minute to adjust. Not Rick. I was happily shocked. Who knew he had that kinda talent? I didn't want to bust a nut, and as I gasped for air, spoke out "where you want me to cum?" "Right in my mouth, he said, "we share."

And in about three minutes, I exploded. A complete sensory overload, oh yeah, she slid a moist finger up my backside. He took it all in, sucking in everything I had, and then they swapped my cum for several passes, and he came up and stuck his tongue down my throat. Hadn't tasted myself in a while, and that little extra vodka flavor helped!

He still had his amazing, inspiring, substantial erection(pick one),and I had my first view of his nine and a half inches-almost ten, (damn, life isn't fair) and Gabi was hitting on that big time and grabbed me and pulled me down to worship it like she did. We swabbed our tongues across his groin, hitting all the soft spots, and hard parts, and squirty parts... after a few minutes, she was on his face, classic 69, tongue out, fingers everywhere, working to rim him every way possible. I glanced up and he looked ready to bust a nut. Rick moaned, reached down to stroke his cock, and then pointed it right at my face. "Here ya go!" he thrust out, and then his cock broke loose a hard stream of cum that painted my forehead, nose, cheeks and mouth, in two, three fast spurts. I fell on my back, and they quickly untangled themselves, and found their way to my face.

They cleaned me as well as possible, moving Rick's cum in every direction, then deeply kissing me. I was hooked. A friendship, with lots in common, went sexual in the blink of a cum-filled eye It turned out to only be the first of many adventures in the bedroom (and other places) as I began serious cock worship of my buddy. And if we get a nice reception on this piece, the more stories will follow.