I'm Paul, British, pretty much average Joe. Wife, son, steady job in insurance, nice house with no mortgage. Whilst I had never been attracted to men, I certainly knew handsome from plain. The jawline, maybe broad shoulders, tight ass. A man's man, if you get what I mean.
I can't say when I first became sexually attracted to men, it just sort of happened over a period of time. I found myself eyeing up men in the street or shopping mall, and I found a couple of my work colleagues good looking. I also had a penchant for twenty somethings, twinks, especially blonds and red heads. As time went on, my feelings became stronger. Try as I might to put the thoughts to the back of my mind, the next time I saw a good looking guy, my dick would react. Sometimes I would lie awake in bed, thoughts of naked men running through my head, and I would have to go to the bathroom and masturbate. I would feel guilty as I crept back into bed with my beautiful wife. Up to this point, I hadn't thought of actually doing anything with another man. Thoughts of attractive guys was enough.
The feelings became stronger until they were impossible to ignore, I didn't know what to do about it. I could hardly join a hook up site, could I? Although I was very tempted.
As it happened, I didn't need to. I've always been very good at DIY, decorating, making things, all sorts. A friend of ours, Chas, who was 28 at the time, asked me if I would help him redecorate his living room, which I readily agreed to, and even offered to help him choose the wallpaper and paint. Saturday morning found us at the local DIY store, choosing stuff, having already measured up to see how much we would need. He stood unusually close to me in the store, but I thought nothing of it. Back at his place, he made coffee, and we sat together on the sofa discussing how and when the decorating would start. He pointed to paintings and things that would have to come down, and so on. He rested his hand on my knee and said, "It's a pity you're not gay or bi as I've fancied you for years". I hadn't known he was gay, let alone interested in me. You could have knocked me down with a feather. I said, "That's very kind of you to say so. You're good looking yourself, and that was it. we faced each other and I kissed a man for the first time. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me closer. Our lips parted and his tongue invaded my mouth. After a few seconds we parted and he went to say sorry. I told him I enjoyed it, but we would have to take things slowly. I finished my coffee and went home, wondering if I'd opened a can of worms.
That night, thoughts of Chas and I getting together ran through my head and I had to go to the bathroom for a wank. Through the week I texted Chas to say I would be round early Saturday morning to start the prep work. Saturday dawned very warm, I left my wife in bed and slung on an old, paint stained T shirt and cut off jeans. I didn't bother with underwear. When I arrived at Chas's, he kissed me on the doorstep, seemingly not caring if anyone saw. Inside he embraced me and we kissed deeply. The work was hard and dirty, so we took our tops off. I had never noticed, (or maybe I was in denial) what a superb body Chas had, and his grey jogging shorts that hugged his tight ass, did nothing to lower the temperature. He put the radio on and we worked away, me stripping wallpaper, Chas rubbing the paintwork down. We stopped at 11.00 for Coke. I couldn't help myself, I put my coke down and ran my hand over his defined pecs. He put his Coke on the table, and we were kissing and fondling one another through our shorts. "Fuck me", I said, "What the fuck have you got hidden in there?" We broke from our kiss and he dropped his shorts to his ankles. His semi hard penis was already over 7" long, and growing. I never knew I had cock envy, though in retrospect, I remember seeing well endowed boys in school many years ago and wishing I was more blessed. I held out my hand and wrapped my fingers around the shaft, instinctively, I began to wank him, while he dropped my shorts, allowing my 6" to spring out, and we rubbed and our bodies together, kissing deeply. New territory for me, I didn't know how far to go. We tossed each other, I couldn't hold it in, and shot cum over his impressive shaft. Chas laughed and licked the semen from his hand, then tossed over my knob. We went back to work, naked.
At lunchtime he looked me in the eye and asked me how far I'd like to take it. It hadn't occurred to me that he may want to fuck me, or whether I even wanted a cock in my ass. By 4pm we had had enough, I kissed him goodbye and went home. That night I made love to my wife to ensure that I wasn't going mad.
Sunday, and we were together again. Once more, he kissed me on the doorstep. Once inside, we worked in the nude, his tool flapping around. I knew I wanted it, and that Chas was the one to take my cherry, it was just a question of how and when. 11.00, and coffee, both with erections, his going well past his belly button. "Paul", he asked, "Have you ever sucked a cock?" "Christ no, I wouldn't know where to begin". He stood in front of me, and I was holding his weapon again. "Now, hold my balls and lick the end of my shaft. That's it, now open your mouth and swallow as much as you can". I did as he asked, and found it not unpleasant. My wife had never done it to me, and I had never performed cunnilingus. "Move your head up and down the shaft, sucking. If you want you can wank the base". All at once it came naturally to me and I bobbed up and down. "For your first time, you're a great a great cocksucker", words I never thought I'd hear. I carried on part sucking, part jerking. His balls tightened and he filled my mouth with cum, it dribbled from my chin onto the floor. "Would you like me to blow you?" I satisfied myself with tossing, and we went back to work.
