I was in kind of a deep funk; my wife of three years had called it quits. I couldn't really blame her because in truth I now knew that I wasn't entirely hetro. About every few weeks I would get that old, familiar itch that could only be relieved by a trip to the local "bath" for a chance to be just another anonymous cocksucker. She caught me and that was that, we were done then but marital sex was gone long before that day. It hit me hard that my life seemed a shamble and that I had really hurt my wife.
I was coming to terms with the fact that I was queer but not at all happy with it. I so wanted to be hetro or at least bisexual and concluded that perhaps I only needed exposure to a couple willing to show me that other way.
I had a college friend that was my roommate for a couple of years who could possibly help me. He lived out of state but we had kept in touch and actually, met a couple of times a year.
In college we moved in different circles but were great friends; he was a jock while I was shy and nerdy. We both thought it perverse that the University's computer "room-matching" software had decided to make us roomies for we couldn't be more different.
We actually found that after all was said and done, we were actually quite compatible but certainly not as the University computer matching software had planned.
You see, that was because I was his stress reliever, his on-call cocksucker. Mike enjoyed nothing better than living with a guy who didn't mind sucking him off a couple times a day. He had a beautiful prick, long, straight and blessed with a huge cockhead. His piss hole looked much like a cannon barrel. Mike had a very wide streak of Alpha-domination in his makeup that fit seamlessly with my submissive nature. He simply ordered me to service him in just the way he enjoyed it; it was all about him and I knew it.
Our little arrangement held throughout our college years, just the two of us in a "behind-closed-doors" kinda Alpha-male and faggot relationship. At the end of our studies, we obtained jobs on opposite coasts but kept in touch even through weddings and birthdays. I was sure that seeing Mike would help lift me out of my funk.
I e-mailed Mike with my little dilemma and he quickly agreed to help me out; we arranged for me to drive out and stay with him and his wife for a long weekend. It was a 350-mile drive but I was looking forward to it. I had been at his wedding and knew his wife, Janine. She was a good looking Irish girl with a reddish complexion, small tits and a bit plump. She wasn't fat at all, just slightly plump and Mike often said that after a few cocktails she loved to fuck.
We went into their living room to get reacquainted and started making small talk while drinking a really good red wine. Mike was very aware of my dilemma after our series of e-mail "heart-to-heart" talks.
Mike was very "up" and happy; he was still smiling that trademark smirk of his when he zipped down his fly and pulled out his big snake that I serviced so often. I was watching him stroke his cock while talking about some inane TV show when he brought me abruptly out of my trance.
Mike quickly took control as he talked. "Here John, come on over here and suck my cock again, don't worry, Janine knows all about your sucking me off all through our University years; she thinks it's exciting."
I looked over at his wife and she just nodded at me with a wry, all knowing smile.
Mike stood and dropped his pants before settling back into his big, leather lounge chair. What could I do, it was obvious that he had shared my problem with Janine; since she knew all about me I might just as well go ahead?
This was very awkward but I gulped back my shyness and went to my knees moving over to Mike. He had a big, wide smirk as he held that big cockhead I was so familiar with up to me like it was a sacrament; I just took it into my mouth just as I had been taught in college by Mike.
"It's just like old times huh, John? You know, Janine, John used to blow me at least twice a day. I could wake up in the middle of the night with a hardon and just walk over to his bed and stuff it into his mouth while he was still sleeping. He'd nurse on my cock for a little while as he was waking up then just let me blow my load in his mouth. If I didn't feed him cum at least once a day he would pout for a while and the beg me to let him service my cock. he was quite the slut then and I doubt anything has changed."
Mike continued, "remember what I taught you John, do it now, You know what to do take all my cock. I'm sure you remember the hours I spent training your mouthcunt. So, get busy giving me some head. I'm sure Janine here is interested in how a "trained" cocksucker services his man. This is the way to remember, fond memories; it's so much better that looking thru old photo albums, take that cock like you were taught John, just do it."
On my knees now it did seem that nothing had changed and I was transported back to that small cramped dorm room where we were most always naked and that always smelled of sex. I opened wide and let him push his dick into my mouth as he reached behind my head and pulled me to him, forcing his cock ever deeper into my mouth.
He warned me, "Ok John, it seems you're a bit rusty so I'll help you remember, I'm going all the way so get your gag reflex under control, concentrate on breathing through your nose." His cock head was at the entrance to my throat and I began to feel the gagging start. Just like in the past he ignored my discomfort and pushed forward into my throat with one quick lunge. I was gagging and choking but Mike held my head steady until my throat spasms subsided.
I actually thought I would pass out from lack of breath just as he withdrew his cock from my throat. I grabbed a quick breath of air before Mike shoved his big snake back in again. This time he kept his plug in my throat until the muscles in my gullet relaxed from the stress and just as in the dorm room at college; I got used to it!