A Great Season

I didn’t know Tom well. He was the friend of a friend, someone I met in passing in a bar one night. I would run into him once in a while, usually in the same bar. We’d talk sometimes if we wound up on nearby barstools, usually about sports, sometimes we’d complain about work or our wives. The drunker we’d get, the raunchier we’d get.

One Friday night when we were drunker than usual Tom came back from the bathroom and slurred, “When’s the last time you got a blowjob?”

I stared at him without any idea what he meant.

“How long has it been?” he demanded to know. “I was just in there looking at my prick thinking I can’t even remember the last time my wife gave me head. Does your wife still blow you?”

My wife never liked giving head very much. She’d do it at first but it became increasingly rare and the last time I could remember was several anniversaries ago.

“Not much.” I said.

“Why not? It’s not so bad, is it?” He climbed back onto the barstool unsteadily.

“No, it’s not bad at all.” I said, thinking about how I actually used to like going down on guys.

“No, see?” He said to no one in particular. “But of course you’d say that, you’re a guy. You don’t really know what it’s like on her end of the stick.”

I didn’t say anything but Tom picked up some cue and looked back at me again. “Wait, you do know! You’ve done it haven’t you?”

I stared, paralyzed.

He laughed loudly. “Well I’ll be damned!” Then he was quiet, looking at me, trying to decide what to think.

He didn’t seem angry or upset to find out he’d been talking to a cocksucker so I decided to see where this would lead. “No, it’s not bad really.”

Tom had curly black hair and dark eyes, stubble highlighted his strong jawline. He was a few inches taller than me, probably around 6’2”. He was solidly built with nice muscular arms covered in thick hair. He reminded me a lot of a guy I had a crush on when I was 20, like a grown up version of him.

“So you’ve done it?” He asked, kind of surprised, “and you liked it?”

“Yeah,” I said, “a long time ago, before I got married.”

“But you haven’t done it since then?”

“No.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Sometimes, yeah.” I let my eyes drift down to his crotch and let him see that I was doing that. “I would do it again if I had the opportunity.”

Now it was Tom’s turn to be off-balance. He was drunk and horny and wanted a blow job and suddenly he was being offered one.

“I don’t know…” he stammered. I could see he was torn. If he didn’t take this opportunity who knows when the next time he got a blow job would be. Maybe never. I was feeling the same way, drunk and horny and didn’t know when my next chance would be.

“So...uh...” I looked over towards the door, “you wanna…”

I signaled the bartender for the bill and paid off both our tabs while Tom thought about my offer. He still hadn’t made up his mind but when I got up and headed for the door he followed me.

I didn’t really have any plan beyond that so once I got outside I started walking toward my pickup.

“No, no, over here.” Tom gestured, leading me to his Highlander parked in a dark corner of the lot. There were three rows of seating and the middle seats had plenty of room for two men to have sex.

When I leaned towards him Tom gave his head a little shake signaling that he wasn’t interested in kissing so I went right down and undid his pants.

He had full thick pubic hair and heavy balls. His semi-erect cock was thicker than mine already and almost as long. As I nuzzled his ballsack the strong musky smell brought back memories of the last time I had given head.

It was a long time ago, when I was young and reckless and horny all the time. I was walking in a park when I noticed this cute guy not far behind me. I turned onto a smaller path, glancing behind to see if he’d follow. He did so I took the next side trail where it led into some bushes. He came in behind me and we looked at each other for a moment making sure that we were both here for the same thing. Dropping to my knees I opened his pants and began sucking right away. A waft of odor, the scent of a man who has been walking or exercising some, a bit of sweat, not old or unpleasant, but a fresh, intoxicating manly smell. My bush-mate's soft cock swelled rapidly. He held my head in both hands guiding me how to make him cum quickly before any one caught us. I can still remember how good his cum tasted.

Tom held my head too as his fat cock stretched my jaws open wide. He didn’t want to cum quickly tho. He guided my head sometimes faster, sometimes slower, dragging it out, wanting to make the most of it, savoring it like he may never get a blow job again. I pushed my face down impaling myself on his prong, banging his head against the back of my throat. I was out of practice so it took a few tries before I succeeded in pressing my nose all the way to Tom’s bush. Once I did tho Tom yanked my head up and down, enthusiastically fucking my throat until I could no longer suppress a cough.

He laughed and let me catch my breath as I nuzzled and licked his scrotum. I rubbed my face in his sweaty groin smearing myself with the scent of his manliness. It had been so long, I didn’t realize how much I had missed this.

Tom’s balls were big, bigger than most of the men I’d been with and much bigger than mine. My balls were rather small and they hugged in tight to my body, especially during sex. I used to be ashamed about that at first but then I came to look at it as an advantage, they stayed up out of the way when I was getting fucked face-to-face. That’s what one of my boyfriends told me anyway.

I’m not a good judge of estimating dick size but I wanted to see how Tom’s dick compared to mine because it seemed pretty big. I wrapped both my hands around his shaft, one above the other and his tip stuck out a little beyond that. I measured my hands later and found that his dick must have been about 7”, maybe a little over, whereas mine maxes out at 6” on a good day.

"Yes, yes, that's it, suck my cock. Mmm, yeah suck it." Tom kept up a running commentary as he used my mouth for a good long time, eventually unloading huge gobs of delicious jizz onto my tongue. I lapped it up as fast as it shot out of his balls.

I went back to the bar the next night hoping to see Tom again. Part of me was afraid it would be weird, that he would regret what we had done after he sobered up. But another part of me wanted to suck his dick again. The dick-craving part won. Compulsively looking over every time the door opened I spotted Tom as soon as he came in. He smiled when he saw me and came right over. “Good to see you again.”

“Good to see you!” I gushed, ready to rush out to his car and suck his dick right away.

He ordered a beer and we chatted, about nothing mostly. I could tell he wanted me again but needed to have a drink and loosen up first. I did my best to put him at ease and as soon as he finished his beer he gave me a look that asked, ready?

I smiled broadly and nodded, heading right for the door. He led the way and undid his pants as he sat on the middle seat. I crawled in, pulled his pants down, and went straight to sucking him off. He used my face for a good long time again, watching me closely as he slid my head up and down on his cock.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“MmmHmm.” I mumbled muffled by his knob.

“I can tell.” He said. "You're a sexy little cocksucker."

"Mmm."

"You like that? Being a little cocksucker?"

"MmmHmm." I did, it was true.

"You like being told you're a little cocksucker, a greedy little cum-slut?"

"MmmHmm." I sucked on his cock eagerly, getting turned on by his dirty talk.

"You're a greedy little cum-guzzling slut, aren't you? You love sucking my big cock."

I was getting hard and had to rub my crotch to push my dick up straight.

"Yeah, you really like it, you little cocksucker. Go ahead, choke on my big cock, eat my cum, you greedy little slut!" Then he let loose a long stream of jizz down my throat.

After he came in my mouth I told him that I really had a good time and wanted to get together again. I gave him my number and asked him to call me.

Tom called on Sunday wanting to know if I was busy that afternoon. He was going over to a friend’s house to watch football and wondered if I’d like to join them. "Mark's my best friend, he's been down since his wife left this summer and I know he'll be glad to meet you."

“Sure!” Any excuse to see Tom again.

Mark opened the door when I got there. He was tall like Tom, burly, hairy, a bit of a gut, a real blond bear type. I took one of the beers that I brought and Mark put the rest in the fridge. Tom waved me over to sit on the couch with him and Mark sat in a big, well-worn recliner while we watched the kickoff. The Patriots started off terribly altho by halftime they were only down 2 points.

“Come here.” Tom said at halftime, getting up and leading me down the hall into the guest room. He said as he sat on the bed undoing his pants, “I told Mark about you. We can do it here. Close the door.”

A little bewildered I did as instructed. I wasn’t sure how I felt about him telling Mark but I had been hoping for an opportunity to give him head this afternoon, I just pictured it being in his car again. This was much more comfortable so I wasn’t about to complain.

Tom took his time fucking my face as usual. He was still going when Mark yelled, “Second half starting!”

More interested in his balls than football I kept sucking. After a few minutes Tom said, “You really like that, don’t you?”

“MmmHmm.” I hummed onto the dick filling my throat.

“So, uh...I wanted to ask you something...uh...I didn’t know...you...uh...if...is it just me, or…”

“Mmm…?” I slid his dick out of my mouth and looked up at him unsure what he was asking.

“I like this...but do you um...you know...with others.”

“Others?” I was confused what he meant. “I haven’t...any one else...for a long time...”

“Mark.” He said. “Would it be ok...if...if you wanted...”

“Mark?” I asked, “I haven’t...oh...hmm…uh…” I realized he was suggesting I give Mark head.

“You don’t have to.”
I looked up at him, still holding his dick inches from my face.

“I told Mark I’d see if you...”

I didn’t know what to say.

“You don’t have to decide right now.” He pushed my mouth back down onto his dick and said, “Go ahead and finish then we’ll see.”

He still didn’t rush and having his big cock stuffed down my throat made it hard for me to think about what he had just suggested. Once he began thrusting faster into my mouth I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than his approaching orgasm. I hugged my lips tight around his head as I stroked his shaft determined to catch all of his spunk in my mouth. He groaned as I milked his nuts onto my tongue.

“Wait here.”

I did as I was told, feeling a little drunk from his sperm, not really realizing right away what I was waiting for. I remembered suddenly as I heard Mark’s footsteps approach. Nervously, still undecided what I was going to do, I watched the door open and Mark come in. I was still curled on my side, propped up on one elbow, in the same position as I had been while I was giving Tom head. I must have looked inviting because Mark came right over. Not knowing what else to do, I pulled down Mark’s pants and examined the next slab of meat on my menu.

I fondled Mark’s flaccid penis, stroking it gently and licking the head. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and tugged on it a little. I played with it, turning it over and studying the pattern of blue veins under the pink skin. His penis stayed limp, lengthening a little when I pulled on it then shrinking back down when I let go.

“I’ve never done this before.” He apologized.

“That’s alright.” I said. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He didn’t say he wanted to stop so I took him in my mouth and suckled on his softie, squishing it against the roof of my mouth and pulling on it with my lips. I have always liked how dicks feel in my mouth when they are limp, they fit easier and they are fun to roll around with my tongue. As soon as I started thinking that tho his boner began swelling. I opened wider to accommodate it and slid my head up and down on his growing rod.

Once he was fully erect I pulled him out of my mouth so I could see what he really looked like. He had a long, slim penis, the head a little wider than the shaft. It was straight with just a little arch toward his belly. It was lovely really. I had a boyfriend once with a very similar penis, it felt really good in my ass, nice and comfortable, hitting all the right spots. I began getting hard imagining Mark fucking me.

I took his cock back in my mouth, sliding all the way down to press my nose to his belly, making sure to get it good and wet, then I stroked his shaft and I sucked on the knob.

“Mmm.” He said letting me know he liked what I was doing. I continued, slowly going a little faster and stroking a little firmer. “Mmm,” he said, “you’re good at that.”

“Mmm.” I responded.

He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. I brought him close to orgasm then slowed down several times so it wouldn’t be over too fast. I could tell he was enjoying it and I knew for sure I was. Finally I brought him to where there was no turning back and with a groan he poured his nut milk down my throat.

I had a great day even if the Patriots didn’t. With an opening day like this I looked forward to the rest of the season.

Mark used me first the next Sunday. We didn’t even wait til halftime. The Patriots were off to a bad start so during the first quarter we went into the guest room.

I started off blowing him but I was really horny, I had been thinking about Mark’s cock all week, jerking off to memories of the old boyfriend he reminded me of and fantasizing about how good Mark’s cock would feel in my ass, so I brought up the idea once I had him good and hard. I stroked and sucked and teased him til his cock was throbbing.

Fondling the shaft and licking the head I told him, “You have a really nice cock.” I probed his slit with the tip of my tongue, watching to see how he’d respond.

“Thanks.” He said. “You feel really good.”

“Have you ever...uh...had sex with a guy before?”

“Uh uh.”

“Thought about it?” I stroked him slowly, hoping to get him thinking.

“N...well...I guess...kinda...um…”

“You remind me of a boyfriend I had. It felt really good.”

“You were...um…?”

“Before I was married...I used to...I like both.”

“Hmm…”

I sucked on his cock for a little bit. “It’s been a long time...I was wondering if one of you guys...I mean...if you wanna…”

“I don’t know...I’ve never...I wouldn’t know…”
“With your wife?”

“Well...a few...but she didn’t…” He trailed off.

“Like it.” I finished for him. “I do...we could try...if you don’t like…you don’t have to...I’ll just do this…” I sucked on his cock some more.

Mark began running his fingers thru my hair and caressing my face. “Come here.” He nudged me up alongside him.

I snuggled up under his arm and we kissed while I stroked his hard-on.

He pulled my shirt up and I removed his then pulled his pants off.

“Do we need…”

“I have some.” I said getting a bottle of lube out of my pants pocket as I took them off. I stroked some onto him then fingered some into myself before straddling him and impaling myself on his cock. I moaned as I pushed myself down, gradually taking his full length in.

I rode him until I was able to take him comfortably then I rolled onto my back and let him give me a good pounding. I couldn’t help moaning loudly so Mark shoved two fingers into my mouth to muffle the sound some. Soon, with a low groan he pumped cum deep inside me.

I lay there panting as he got up and put his clothes on. That was just what I needed.

A few minutes later Tom came in smiling. Looking at me laying there naked, “I thought that’s what it sounded like you were doing.” he asked, “Do I get to too?”

“If you want.” I was hoping he’d want to!

He undressed and laid on top of me. He didn’t kiss me, he just reached down and tugged on his dick to get it ready.

“Here, let me.” I squirted some lube on my hand and stroked him hard then led him to my cum-greased hole.

I opened easily to his penetration but he had a really fat cock. “Ow!” I yelled, “That’s ok, that’s ok. Your just so big. Go slow, just go slow...yeah...that’s it...that’s it...mmm...yeah...that’s it.”

Tom’s cock was much fatter than Marks and it was hard to take even after just being fucked but Tom was gentle and I got used to it soon enough. I moaned even louder than I had with Mark and Tom didn’t try to muffle the noise I made.

“You like this?” He said, “You like this? You like my cock?”

“Yes!” I hissed. “Yes! You feel so good!”

“You like my cock?”

“Yes! Your cock feels so good!”

“You want me to fuck you? You want me to fuck you hard?”
“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” As he slammed his cock into me I yelled, “Yes! Fuck me hard! Oh! I want you to cum! I want you to cum! I want you to cum!”

I reached down and jerked myself off as he pounded my ass. “Yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Yes! Cum! Cum in me! Cum in my ass! Oh please! Please, I want you to cum in my ass!”

With a loud groan that was almost a growl Tom filled my eager ass with gobs of cum. My cheeks and thighs were sticky with a mix of his and Mark’s sperm by the time he was done.

Once again, the Patriots sucked but I had a great day! This whole season has been great. I can’t wait for the Superbowl!