Well, where do I start? I've never written this sort of thing down before. I'll write what I'd like to read myself and go from there. This is a story about a straight guy who in his early thirties developed a taste for cock. Making them come, that is, and especially sucking a guy off.

Bear in mind, I'm married and doing this in secret. I'll describe myself as 99% straight.

My first time was in answering a post on Craigslist. A local guy wanted another man to go around his place and suck him off and then go.

After having fantasized about doing it for a good while, I thought, "Go for it, you are only doing it once to get it out of your system. If you don't like it, don't repeat it." So, armed with that in mind, I answered the ad and went around his house.

After a minimal introduction, he took his trousers down and sat on the edge of the couch in the living room. I knelt before him and got between his legs, somehow curious to see what I'd find. My heart was racing in anticipation. I was nervous, no doubt about it. I told myself to go through with it. Not only that, but I wasn't going to chicken out now I'd got here. I was determined to give this guy a blowjob.

I'd never touched another cock before. It was unreal. Two things were going on simultaneously. I felt weird, yet so familiar. I wasn't sure what to do. Likewise, I thought to myself, "Just kind of do to him what you'd like to have done to you. Take it from there and see how it goes." I took it in my mouth while it was still soft. His cock is so near my face was electric. I said to myself, "Don't overthink it."

So my first physical contact with another cock was there and then. I took his semi-hard cock between my thumb & forefingers and began to wank gently. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and took his cock inside my mouth. The sensation of his cock getting harder told me I must've been doing something right. I initially sucked the head a little, then went down the length of his cock bit by bit. I told myself, "Just get on with it, you're here now." After a few moments of doing this, his cock had grown quite hard, which, along with his gentle moans, told me that I mustn't be too bad at this! By this point, I was determined to give a good account of myself and not just suck him off but suck him off well, or at least as well as I could.

His cock felt warm, soft, and hard at the same time. I gave him what I hoped was a good blowjob, doing to him what I liked done to myself. It must've done the trick. After what I thought was a few minutes - I've no idea how long I was sucking him off - his legs tensed, and I knew that he was going to come. He announced this and spunked off into my mouth. I swallowed this straight away, a small load, but that didn't matter. It felt okay, didn't taste like anything, and left him breathless, which was my goal.

So finally. I had done the deed. I'd sucked a guy off. Blown him in his living room at home. I felt better for having done it. One from the bucket list for sure. My initial thoughts were that going down to my knees and giving a guy a blowjob wasn't that big of a deal. What I did like was, that while I was blowing him, there was nothing else in the world. All my thoughts, energy, and focus went into giving the guy a superb blowjob.