My relationship with Dave slowly cooled off over the next few months as he went deeper into the gay lifestyle. As much as I enjoyed sex with him, I was not ready to come out of the closet. Dave was hanging with a group of what I considered weird friends, and I was alienated from that whole scene.

Then I met my present wife, Carol, and I instantly went from homosexual to bisexual. I still was turned on by cock, but oh, her tits! The emotional intimacy! The after-sex pillow talk!

I fell in love.

Carol became, moreover, my best friend and soul-mate. I suppressed my homosexuality to embrace family life and was very happy for many years. Marriage, children, mortgage, and career shaped my life. Sex with Carol was wonderful; all I needed.

But I still harboured a deep lust for the male genitals. Every once in a while, I would see a picture of a handsome cock, soft or hard, and I would feel that old desire in my lower pelvis. I let it pass as merely a remnant of my younger self, although I still occasionally masturbated to gay porn. I knew I was still tempted by gay fantasies, but I never acted on them.

I didn’t realize it then, but I was a married, closeted, homosexual.

But then my best friend Bob entered the picture, and it all became painfully obvious to me.

Bob knew I was at least a bit gay because I had sucked his cock.

It stayed our secret because he had sucked my cock, too.

Before we were both married, we had experimented with each other as nerdy teenagers, but he left it all behind and went about his heterosexual life. Bob would occasionally tease me about my bisexual leanings, but I would just laugh it off.

Mind you, I actually did like cock, and of course, had experienced many delicious gay encounters with my friend and lover, Dave, before I got married to Carol.

But Bob was different. He had an ingrained wild streak and always wanted to push his sexual boundaries. As the years went by, tales of his adventures included watching my wife changing into her bathing suit while he was hiding in our bedroom closet, trying out a prostitute just for the experience, masturbating to extreme porno, insisting we skinny dip at his pool, and even talking his wife Linda into sleeping with another man. While he watched, of course.

He told my wife Carol and me about these adventures, hoping to get us to participate, but Carol was a straight-up prude about such things and was amused at Bob’s stories, but not at all interested in participating. She was simply not built that way.

I, on the other hand, would get aroused at the thought of engaging in Bob’s fantasies. His stories would somehow trigger my hidden cravings and remind me of my past sexual intimacies with Dave, my lover from long ago.

We were drinking beer together and got a bit uninhibited one time, so I challenged him playfully about why he just watched his wife fucking another man.

"Weren’t you interested in participating?” I asked. “I would have wanted Linda to suck my cock while you fucked her from behind. Or I could eat her while she sucked you off. Or maybe I would eat her while you fucked her, that would be horny!”

“How could you eat her cunt if my cock was in there?” Dave jokingly replied.

“Yeah, I guess your balls would be slapping my face!” We both laughed. I was enjoying myself. We both were.

“But we could take turns," I continued. “Although I might get your cock in my mouth by mistake!” I added. More laughter, but we were both aware that I had revealed something about my willingness to experience these ‘forbidden‘ aspects of sex. I expected Bob to tease me about it, but he was strangely silent, and we changed the subject.

One time, some time later, Bob and I were alone at the cottage putting on a new roof. After a hot day shingling, we stripped down and jumped in the lake to cool off. Bob still had a fit body, so I found myself looking at him a bit too long, remembering our fun times together. We were both naked as we toweled off, and Bob caught me looking. I lifted my towel to dry my hair and let my package shake as I faced him. Bob looked down at my swinging genitals, then looked away quickly. I brought my towel up under my balls, lifting them up to dry them, but I was really displaying. Bob glanced at my show and again looked away quickly.

I was often naked at the cottage; there were no neighbours, so nudity was very casual for me. Bob seemed to enjoy the sensuality of no clothes, so we both lay down on the sun-warmed granite to finish drying and get some rays. I couldn’t help feeling the beginnings of arousal, and my cock started to swell. I was a bit embarrassed, so I suggested we get some beer back at the cottage. As I got up, I made sure Bob could see my soft, but swelling member.

What was I doing? I hadn’t thought of Bob as a sexual partner since our teens, and here I was getting horny!

Inside the cottage, we flopped onto the couch, still naked, and opened a couple of beers. Bob must have been feeling pretty good about the situation. We had finished the roof, had a swim, basked in the sunshine, and were enjoying our nudity. He must have been a bit horny, too, because he casually mentioned his wish to fuck my wife, Carol, and wouldn’t it be great to swap wives.

"We could have some kind of orgy together!" Bob said, enthusiastically.

Two men, sitting naked on the couch, drinking beer. We both knew that there was something unusual, but somehow exciting, in the air.

My antenna went up. I knew any sexual activity involving Carol would never happen, but I played along with Bob’s fantasy. I was letting the beers do the talking.

“We might end up sucking each other’s cocks if we did a daisy-chain,” I ventured, if only to see Bob’s reaction.

“Well, I know you would enjoy that sort of thing, but I probably wouldn’t,” Bob smirked, teasing me as usual.

So I played my ace in this repartee. I was feeling daring.

“Does Linda know that we’ve sucked each other off?”

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Bob’s face showed shock, then embarrassment. I roared with laughter at his discomfort and said, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten!”

What Bob had ‘forgotten’ and was embarrassed about is worth repeating here.

When we were in our late teens, we had fooled around, masturbating together, looking at girlie mags. This went from playing with our cocks, to fondling each other’s genitals, to actually taking turns sucking cock. We never ejaculated in front of each other, which I found frustrating, but we were nerdy virgins in our late teens and inexperienced in sexual matters. Ejaculating was just too intimate, and I was afraid to get semen on the furniture. I also didn’t want to make a spectacle of myself during my orgasm. I tended to lose control when cumming, moaning and groaning vocally, and tensing and contracting all my muscles at once. I was afraid of looking like an idiot in front of Bob.

How we had the nerve to suck each other’s cocks is still a mystery to me. I now assume that it must have been connected to my latent homosexuality. With Bob, it was the pure adventure of sex. He was willing to do anything, it seemed.

The subsequent times we got together were much more relaxed, and we tried new postures and caresses, using our mouths on each other’s genitals, and exploring what gives pleasure to each other and to ourselves.

I started to enjoy our sessions more and more. I would get an erection even before we undressed, and anxiously waited to see Bob’s cock. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. And my mouth.

After three or four of these masturbation sessions, the idea of actually cumming started entering my imagination. I would lie in bed in the morning, stroking my hard-on, thinking about what it might be like to cum in Bob’s mouth. If I felt really daring, I would imagine what it might be like if he shot his load in my mouth. What would a blow job be like? What would it taste like? I was too timid to say anything to Bob, though. It was too close to homosexuality. Too ‘gay’.

One time, I set up a game of strip poker, the loser becoming the slave of the winner and having to do whatever the ‘master’ says.

Of course, I lost on purpose.

Bob played the role of master well and demanded that I get on my knees, pull down his jeans and underwear. He said, “Suck my cock, slave.”

“Yes, master,” I replied, and a thrill went through me as I thought this might be it, Bob would make me take his cum in my mouth. But he stopped, and we switched places back and forth as usual, and I ended up ejaculating by myself later that day. Oh well, sigh.

Then one day everything changed. We were both naked on my bed, taking turns sucking cock and nuzzling each other’s balls. I was extra horny and started to worry that I might lose control and actually start cumming, so without thinking about it at all, I came right out and asked Bob if I could cum in his mouth.

I regretted my words and fully expected that bringing up the subject would ruin the atmosphere. It was a spontaneous, but thoughtless blurt, and I thought Bob would say “no way, forget it, I’m not gay!” and I would be embarrassed.

What I really wanted subconsciously was to get the idea out in the open that we could shoot our loads in each other’s presence. I was ready to tease him by saying, “Come on, Bob, I’d do it for you.” I thought that would ease any tension, and we might agree to ejaculate together.

I also hoped he would take me up on the dare and say, “Alright, you go first then.”

To my astonishment, he surprised me by agreeing to let me cum in his mouth.

But he was not going to swallow. “I’m not one of those!” he said.

Rather than point out that we both actually were ‘one of those’, I quickly grabbed an empty glass for Bob to spit in, and my cock got even harder.

I couldn’t believe my luck, and positioned myself against the headboard and spread my legs. Bob seemed willing enough and started sucking as usual, but now I didn’t have to hold back; I had permission!

I only lasted about ten seconds. A deep groan came out of me involuntarily, and I blasted what must have been a big load into Bob’s mouth.

It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life. Bob stopped sucking and let me finish spurting my semen into him. Then he got up and spat it into the empty glass nearby as if it was no big deal.

I was too stunned to say anything, and Bob must have been weirded out, too. We didn’t look at each other. We got dressed in silence, and Bob left.

We never had sex again, even though I thought Bob would ask for reciprocation. In fact, I hoped he would, but we never even spoke about it. Too close to homosexuality, I guess.

I often thought about how good it felt to cum in Bob’s mouth. I wondered whether I could do the same for him, and whether I could actually swallow the semen. I had tasted my own cum, and it didn’t seem that difficult to let it mix with my saliva and let it slide down. I masturbated several times to this fantasy.

Ironically, we remained good friends throughout the following years.

So, back to the present day.

To ease the tension of Bob’s embarrassment at my reminding him of his cock-sucking, I pushed his shoulder playfully, as if to imply that I was only kidding, and he should lighten up. But I kept going. I couldn’t resist the pull of the energy our conversation was generating, and I guess I was just drunk enough to throw my inhibitions away. So I said, “Do you think the girls would freak out if they saw us sucking each other’s cocks?”

I waited to see how Bob would react. There was an awkward beat of silence.

“It might turn them on,” Bob shyly, and uncomfortably, replied.

I knew that there was no way Carol would even consider it, but I was on a bit of a roll. So I took a chance.

“Maybe we should rehearse the scenario, to see what might happen if we set the situation up,” I suggested, suddenly feeling a rush of excitement in my loins. My cock was starting to grow, but I kept it hidden between my thighs. I didn’t want Bob to freak out and ruin what was becoming an exciting possibility.

“You know, we could try out a few situations, pretend the girls are here with us, naked.” Bob just looked at me, feeling what I didn’t know, so I impulsively went down on my knees between his legs, wondering what he might do. He could plainly see my now erect member, so he knew how aroused I was.

"Pretend I'm Carol, getting ready to service you,” I said, sliding my hands up his bare thighs.

“Whoa! Hold on, that’s still a bit gay for me,” Bob said, but remained seated in front of me, his legs still spread.

“It’s not gay, Bob, it’s just sex. We have to get used to the intimacy of each other if we’re going to have an orgy with the girls. We’re all going to be naked in front of each other, you know.” I was desperately rationalizing, so I started to caress Bob’s inner thighs.

“Just lie back and enjoy it. Besides, I owe you one.”

When I said that last phrase, I felt my face blush. I had just revealed to Bob, and to myself, really, that I was going to suck his cock. If Bob turned me down now, I would be humiliated. I kept my head down, concentrating on sliding my hands up and down his legs. His cock was starting to move.

Bob hadn’t said anything, or made any move to escape, so I continued caressing his thighs, working my hands to the inside, my fingertips gradually working up to his scrotum. With my thumbs lifting his loose balls, I reached underneath to his buttocks, pulling my face closer. My arms were shaking.

“Wait a minute, what are you doing?” Bob finally said. His protest was a little bit late, I noted. His tone of voice somehow told me that he was willing to find out what I was doing. So I continued.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I replied, looking up at him. Bob said nothing and remained seated, but had lifted his torso and spread his legs slightly, so I knew he was, if not willing, at least curious. Or maybe, I hoped, a little excited.

“Ok, you’re asking for it, I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Just pretend it’s Carol sucking your cock.” I think that convinced him.

His cock was starting to swell, not yet fully erect, so I clamped my mouth gently around the shaft, feeling the warmth and softness against my lips. It was quickly apparent that his cock was growing. I pulled his cock up, exposing his swelling helmet, and licked under the frenulum. Bob jumped and moaned, and I knew what was going to happen next. I was going to suck him off, and that realization coursed down to my genitals like electricity. My homosexual lust for cock was back in full force.

Bob slid his pelvis towards me, and I went to work. It was just like years ago. Bob’s cock was just as I remembered it. I wet my lips. My mouth closed over his meat, and I felt the unique texture of smooth, warm skin over hard muscle that only a man’s sexual organ can provide. Up and down I went, sucking hard on the way up and taking him as deep as I could on the way down, letting his helmet slide between the roof of my mouth and my tongue, as far back as I could without gagging. Bob’s moans and heavy breathing told me that I had him where I wanted him. I was in control.

My own cock was swinging in the air, so I quickly reached down and grasped my hard shaft, pulling on my engorged member, stroking it in time with my head bobbing up and down. Sensation was building fast, and I was worried about coming too soon, so I redoubled my efforts on Bob’s rock-hard cock. I sped up my tempo, I stroked the base of his shaft, and I moaned with each thrust of my head.

The fingers of my left hand lightly caressed the sides of his scrotum, and I let my index finger start sliding down his perineum toward his anus. I was using everything I could, both hands and mouth, and even my voice. I hummed with each down-stroke to help him cum. My desire for his orgasm was a shock to me, but I didn’t care; I wanted it so bad. I didn’t care what anyone might think, even myself. I gave in completely to this act of sexual contrition.

I knew he had to come before I did, or I would lose this delicious intensity that was inflaming my penis, testicles, perineum, and even my anus. Everything down there was full of that feeling of need for ejaculation. I tried my best to convey to Bob my desperate longing for his orgasm with my raging enthusiasm. I stopped stroking my cock and caressed my ball sack to slow down my body’s mounting orgasm.

I looked up at him and asked, “Am I doing it the way you like?”

“Oh yeah, keep going, I’m probably going to cum, you know."

“Uh-huh, I know.”

I knew now that I was letting Bob know that I wanted to pleasure him any way he wanted me to, and the feeling of submission was incredibly erotic and driving me to my own orgasm. My desire was like electricity in my whole body.

Finally, I could sense him starting to tense up; his pelvis rose as if offering me his seed. This was it!

There was a charged moment of silence, during which we were both totally still. I could sense my bodily tension rising higher, preparing to blast my semen into the world.

Bob held his breath, then let out a sudden groan of ecstasy as a muscular contraction started from his taint up through his rigid shaft and his viscous warm juice spurted into my mouth.

I moaned with satisfaction as I could now let my own genitals have their way, and I could feel the rising tension which could not be stopped until I had emptied my own balls. I was overpowered by my body. I became my mouth and my cock. I ceased to exist, I let them have their way.

Bob shot another stream, which I felt on my tongue, adding to the pool in my mouth. It tasted and smelled like pure sex. I sucked out the last drops of his semen as my own cock started shooting its load, and I moaned hard with the incredible pleasure of an orgasm with another man’s cum in my mouth. I came and came, it seemed like a long time, and then the intensity slowly subsided.

I swished Bob’s cum around with my tongue as my orgasm wound down, wanting one last taste before swallowing. It went down easily, like thick syrup. I kept his cock in my mouth to prolong the bliss and also to avoid the inevitable awkwardness of knowing that Bob now knew that I was a real cocksucker.

I was afraid of his reaction and of my own guilt at what I had just done.

Bob was slowly transitioning from post-orgasmic bliss to embarrassment at the intimacy we had just shared.

The taste remained, coating my tongue, and I still had Bob’s cock in my mouth when it hit me that I had just sucked him off, and had an incredible orgasm doing it. I felt confused, but strangely pleased with myself at the same time. Where was the post-orgasmic guilt? Not happening!

My homosexuality had re-emerged from deep inside me.

Bob’s softening cock slid from my mouth, and I decided to be bold and brave. I looked up at him and said, “Well, I hope our wives will enjoy watching us do this.”

Bob grinned back at me. “That was incredible, fantastic! I don’t know what to think. You must really like this.”

“Yeah, I like cock.” I freely admitted.

I was happy. I contentedly buried my face into Bob’s softening, wet cock and loose balls and moaned with my newfound knowledge that I loved cock. I didn’t regret anything. I wanted to suck his cock again as soon as he was ready.

And I knew that would be soon.