AN UNEXPECTED PHONE CALL -– CHAPTER 6 By Bob Black (rgb1840@gmail.com)
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That most recent meeting with Margaret was the only one for the next few weeks -– but I was able to get together with Denny a few days later.
Denny and I had been meeting for some mutual cock sucking pleasure about every month to six weeks for over 12 years. I couldn't recall how we first met, though I am sure it was through a sex site.
I gratefully welcomed the sex sessions with Margaret over the past few months, but I was just as grateful for my longstanding relationship with Denny.
Heterosexual sexual relationships hold the possibility of romantic entanglement -– which I had been consciously wary of with Margaret -– but man-to-man sexual relationships such as the one Denny and I shared are much simpler, generally without the risk of romance (certainly as far as I am concerned).
We enjoyed plain old mutual oral pleasure with one another –- just sucking one another's cock: No emotional involvement, few preliminaries, little foreplay. Just getting together on a regular basis to suck each other's cock and swallow some cum. Two guys helping one another out. Suck buddies.
A few years ago, I read a long, multi-episode story in which the author described his lifelong love affair with cocks -- not men, just their cocks. I found the series very stimulating to read (and enjoyed many pleasurable hours masturbating to the many episodes), and after awhile I came to see that I somewhat shared the writer's point of view.
As a younger man, I had received an occasional blowjob or handjob from a man a few times over the years. I never imagined that one day I might ever suck another guy's cock or jack him off -– and like it.
Then my sex life with my wife came to an end. She went through menopause in her early 40s and found that intercourse was uncomfortable, even painful. I did not want to force myself on her or to cause her pain, in the selfish pursuit of my own pleasure.
For a short while we tried to compensate for intercourse with oral sex alone. I love eating pussy, and I enjoyed her sucking my dick, but I soon knew her heart wasn't in it any longer. She simply wasn't interested, and she received little if any pleasure from it.
After a short while I reluctantly accepted the fact that our sex life together had come to an end. That was more than 25 years ago, but my own sexual drive was not diminished. I was not ready to give up sex.
For awhile, my sex life consisted only of masturbation. I read erotic stories and looked at porn on the internet while masturbating.
At the time, there were still a few XXX movie theaters and adult book stores with booths in the area where I live, and I was a frequent patron. At the theaters, I learned to sit in the back rows, where the action usually is, to receive a blowjob or handjob.
Once, in the video section of a book store, a man about my age invited me into a booth, locked the door behind us, turned and dropped his pants –- and almost before I knew it guided my erect cock into his asshole, which was already well lubed. I had never experienced anal sex before that, and his asshole was hot and tight. I lasted only a minute or so before shooting a huge load of cum inside him.
He had a tissue at hand, which he used to clean off my cock and to wipe himself. Then he pulled up his pants, opened the door of the booth, and was off. The entire episode lasted only two or three minutes!
On another memorable occasion at the same book store, an older man opened the door of my booth, looked at my erect cock, which I was fondling as I watched videos, and immediately went to his knees. He took my cock between his lips and lovingly licked and sucked it as he gently fondled my balls.
Even as I was beginning to feel that wonderful tingling vibrating sensation, he took me even further in his mouth, into his throat. This was the first time that anyone had ever deep-throated me, and it was a wonderful feeling, more erotic than I could ever have imagined.
Within a very few moments I was cumming down his throat what seemed like buckets of cum.
He backed off a little but did not move his mouth from my cock, instead slowly licking me clean with his tongue and lips, until the pleasure I felt became so intense that I had to pull out.
I had slumped back against the wall, weak-kneed, as I recovered. Even then the man, who was perhaps 20 years older than I, continued to kneel before me. He leaned forward and licked a final drop of cum from the tip of my cock, then rose slowly, wiping his lips as he did.
"Thank you!" I whispered with genuine gratitude.
"My pleasure," he replied softly, smiling at me. He extended his hand and took my softening cock lightly in his palm, running his palm and fingers gently along the length of it, before finally giving it a small, fond squeeze as a goodbye.
The days of adult theaters and book stores came to an end in my area not long afterward, but the internet was just emerging –- and with it, online chatrooms. I found there were plenty of men eager and willing to give a quick blowjob, and I enjoyed dozens of such encounters over a two- or three-year period.
Then, one day, a guy about my age had just completed his oral ministration of my cock. Having just cum, I was lying on the king-sized bed in his master bedroom, naked. He was fully clothed, sitting in a chair alongside the bed.
Completely to my own astonishment, I offered to reciprocate. To this day, I do not know what made me offer to suck his cock, for I had never given a thought to do such a thing.
Of course, as a boy I had a few encounters with other boys my age as we learned to masturbate. We occasionally jacked off each other, and a few times licked or sucked each other very briefly, never to completion.
But that was decades ago, when I was a boy. Now, I was a middle-aged man, with another adult man.
He simply stood, unbuckled his pants, unzipping at the same time, and dropped his pants and underwear to the floor. I leaned over and without another moment's pause took his erect cock in my mouth.
His cock was perhaps five inches long, not a monster, but I marveled at how it could be so hard and so velvety soft at the same time.
It was my very first time giving a blowjob, and I'm sure it wasn't the best blowjob he had ever received, but nonetheless in two or three minutes he announced he was about to cum.
I didn't consider pulling off his cock -– in for a penny, in for a pound, I guess: Sucking a guy's cock for the first time, the penny; swallowing his cum, the pound.
He shot in my mouth, and I tasted cum for the first time. Not bad, I remember thinking, not bad at all.
I experienced a few pangs of guilt afterward, even suffered through bouts of doubt about whether I was really straight -– but I knew for certain I was hooked on cock. I thought of all the years I might have been trading blowjobs with other men. Ah, well, I reasoned -– there's always the present!
From that day to this, I have happily sucked many a cock and have had mine sucked in return. Any doubt about my sexual orientation faded away, as I concluded that I simply enjoy having sex with men as well as women, that I remained a straight man who loves women, most particularly my wife, even though I also relish sucking cocks.
So it was with Denny. For more than a dozen years, we had sucked one another's cock on a regular basis. I knew that as a divorced man he occasionally dated women and had sex with them. While I would have welcomed the opportunity to have sex with women as well as men, in actuality my sex life for years (until Margaret called) consisted solely of cocks.
It was about a week after my most recent meeting with Margaret, and Denny and I stood just inside the front door of his house. As is our custom, we fondled one another, unzipping the other's fly, reaching in to stroke each other's cock.
Occasionally when we meet, one of us would kneel and take the other's cock in our mouth for a few licks, prior to the real deal that to follow.
On this occasion, I did that. I leaned down and took Denny's stiffening cock in my mouth, licking the head and glans with my tongue. When I stood up once again, Denny knelt and repaid the favor, taking my cock in his mouth and sucking gently on it for a moment or two.
"Shall we go to the bedroom?" he asked nonchalantly as he rose, and of course I followed, both of us with our pants open and our hard erect cocks wagging side to side as we walked to the bedroom.
We quickly undressed and lay in our usual position in the classic 69 grouping. I took Denny's cock in my hand, gave it a few gentle strokes, then took it in my mouth and began to suck up and down the shaft.
He did the same for me.
With the fingers of one hand, I explored around the base of his cock, ticking that little spot behind the balls.
He did the same.
I felt his fingers begin to explore between the cheeks of my ass, and I moved slightly to give him better access. At the same time, I followed his lead and gently rubbed around his anus.
We had never experimented with assplay, and I was definitely not prepared to try anal sex, but the experience with Margaret had shown me that a little anal stimulation can complement oral sex.
Denny must have concluded much the same thing, as almost simultaneously we tentatively inserted the tip of a finger in one another's opening. It was pleasurable, to be sure, even though the oral stimulation of our cocks remained the primary thing for both of us.
I backed off sucking Denny's cock for a moment, just to catch my breath a little, but I licked the head and glans as I rested, then I took his cock in my mouth once again and resumed sucking.
Denny hunched his hips slightly, pushing his cock deeper in my mouth, and I could feel his cock begin to vibrate slightly. I tasted a bit of pre-cum. At the same time, I could feel Denny's mouth on my cock, one hand on the cheeks of my ass, the other exploring the entrance of my anus.
A few moments more of this, and we both exploded almost in unison, shooting our cum in one another's mouth.
At age 71, I do not produce nearly the volume of cum that I did when I was younger, nor is my cum as thick and creamy as when I was young. I am seldom ever able to cum more than once a session, and occasionally I am unable to cum at all.
Yet the pleasure I receive when I do cum is generally undiminished by the years -– and so it was on this day: I shot two or three small drops of cum into Denny's mouth, feeling the intensity of sexual pleasure. At the same time, I tasted the familiar taste of Denny's cum in my mouth.
Finally, it was over.
Both of us lay back, momentarily at rest in the peaceful afterglow of orgasm, satisfied.
"Nice," Denny said quietly.