I had taken advantage of Tim’s luxuriously hairy butt, using my lips and tongue to send him into paroxysms of pleasure. He was in the midst of a divorce from Joanie, his sex phobic wife, a fact he had shared, even though he had never shared anything about his personal life with our group.
Getting his butt eaten was completely new to him and I was grateful that he had had several bottles of Brewdog, a high-alcohol-content beer that opened the door for an experience he had never imagined.
For many years I had lusted after him in his tight Levi’s as he stretched his legs out when our group watched Boston’s sports teams play on TV. I had fantasized about showing him how exciting sex could be with another guy, but after he rebuffed my invitation to visit without the group, I didn’t expect that would ever happen.
On this sultry Boston night — surprise — I had taken advantage of his intoxication, peeling off his jeans and sniffing his well-worn Jockey shorts, a level of indecency that mildly surprised him.
I had licked and bitten his nipples and smelled his blond pubes and then came the act he had never before countenanced since he had only had sex with women. I talked him into letting me lick his ass. Despite his initial reluctance, he greeted that new experience with a newbie’s enthusiasm.
Tim had started this learning curve initially by asking if I had ever sucked off a straight guy. He mentioned that he had never had a gay guy blow him. It was an invitation I hadn’t expected. In his drunken state and denied sex with his wife, he had let horniness beat his reluctance to try something kinky. Lucky for me.
It was on to the next step. As he leaned back on the sofa in that tantalizing pose, I splayed his legs outward and pushed myself between them. His naked body was completely relaxed. His blondish/gray hairy chest led to a treasure trail and a pelt of crotch hair thicker than blond guys usually have.
“Pete, I’ve wanted to get blown by a gay guy for a long time. Joanie wouldn’t do oral sex and I’ve heard how well you guys do that. Too bad I’ve been too chicken-shit to get my ass to a video booth and let a guy do me. You’re going to do me, right?”
I said nothing, just wrapped my hand around his 7-inch tool and placed my nose on the mushroom cap, which was three-quarters of an inch wider than the shaft.
Tim’s tool pulsated in my hand as I sniffed the head and breathed in a scent that was part sweat, some piss and all male musk. His pee slit already had a trace of pearly white precum oozing out.
Cock scent is the thing that gets me in the mood for a long blowjob and Tim was anxious to feel my lips grasp him as he pulled the back of my head onto him.
“Please” was all he said, slurring his words.
I wanted to make him wait for my whole mouth to engulf him, so I flattened my tongue and licked around the beveled head and up and down the shaft. His was the perfect size for a cocksucker like me — 7 inches, not too long, but wonderfully thick.
“Please,” he repeated. “I really need to come off. It’s been a while.”
That pronouncement pushed me into giving him my fullest attention.
I pursed my lips around the head and licked precum off his slit before pushing my mouth two, then three inches down the shaft. He pushed my head further downward, indicating that three inches deep wasn’t going to do it for him.
I took in two more inches and sucked him deeply. Another two inches and my lips reached his pubes as more precum seeped out. He tasted sweet.
“Pete, I think I’m going to shoot a huge load. I haven’t cum in ages. Is that OK with you?” he said with a politeness that made me chuckle inside. Straight guys are so cute when they ask naive questions.
The most wonderful scent greeted me as my head pushed against his crotch. I’m was glad that I hadn’t turned on the AC and my apartment was steamy on this hot summer night.
I used my considerable talents, moving slowly to the crown and back to his pubes. His sounds of urgency told me all I needed to know about my technique, especially when I deep-throated him.
“Pete, If you only knew how fucking good that feels,” he said. “I’ve never felt anything like it on my dick, but if you keep doing that, I’m going to shoot very soon.” My mouth was too full to say “Of course. You’ve never had a gay guy suck your cock before.”
I took my mouth off his dick and said, “Let’s make this last. I need to introduce you to something else. If I stop just before you’re ready to cum, just let your dick hang in my mouth for a minute or so and then start again, you will be astonished. It’s called edging. Are you ready to be edged?”
“Edging? I’ve never heard of that, but I trust you. Everything you’ve done so far has thrilled me.”
I got back to sucking, stopping when his cock gave any indication that he was ready to shoot, waited and went at it again.
His thrusting his dick with urgency into my mouth told me my edging was working. I wondered how long he could go before he begged for release.
As I gripped his dick with my left hand, I moved my right hand down to his butt and rubbed the rim of his hairy hole. It was still moist from my earlier rimming session. He let out a moan and said, “What are you doing, Pete? Is that necessary?”
“I am going to stick my fingers inside you and massage your prostate,” I said. “And you are going to have the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt. Trust me.”
Tim grunted as I pushed one finger deep inside. As I continued to blow him, I slipped another finger in and he let out an “ah” sound.
When my fingers met his prostate gland, he bucked up and down.
“That’s the spot I was going for,” I said. “It’ll feel even better when I start blowing you again.”
As I manipulated his prostate with my fingers, my lips met his shaft and I sped up my attack. He relaxed into my ministrations. I wondered if he would ever tell his straight friends how good it would feel to get their dicks sucked while getting their holes fingered.
His voice reached a higher pitch of enthusiasm as I sucked him harder and plunged my fingers deeper into his ass.
Then it happened. His body tensed up, he gripped my head and pulled me hard all the way down onto his shaft.
As he bellowed the word “fuck,” my mouth filled quickly with his copious juice. I thought I was ready — he had warned my that he hadn’t cum in a while — but my mouth filled so fast that cum seeped out of the corners. That’s how much there was. Just as I thought his balls were empty, more cum seeped out into my grateful mouth. His cock had spasmed 11 or 12 times. That was a record in my long experience as a cocksucker.
This would take repeated swallows to get it all in my belly. Then he was finished and his body went limp against the sofa.
I had never taken that much cum from one guy during one blowjob. His cum was sweet, with a hint of starchiness that informed his load as having come from a mature man.
At first he said nothing, just put his hands behind his head in that classic male pose. He was likely too exhausted to speak, as was I.
After a few minutes, he said, “Thank you, Pete. I can’t believe how fucking fantastic that felt. May I ask if it was good for you, too?”
Straight guys unfamiliar with the ways of gay men make me laugh.
Instead of answering with words, I stuck my tongue out and ran it in a circle around my lips.
I think he got the message and wondered when he might be visiting again and what our next step might be.
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