For the Love of Cock Pt. 03For the Love of Cock Pt. 03

Blowjob

Some experts define the sexual response cycle as going through four phases:

· Excitement. Your heart rate goes up, your breathing gets faster, and your muscles get tense. Blood starts heading toward your sex organs.

· Plateau. Your muscles continue to tense. If you have a penis, your testicles pull up against your body. If you have a vagina, your clitoris retracts under the clitoral hood.

· Orgasm. Your muscles contract and release tension, and your body gets flushed and red. If you have a penis, your pelvic muscles contract to help release ejaculate.

· Resolution. Your muscles start to relax, your blood pressure and heart rate go down, and your body becomes less responsive to sexual stimulation. This is where the refractory period begins.

I experienced the excitement and the plateau phases and I even had the orgasm, although no ejaculate was released. I experienced a full-body orgasm, perhaps similar to ones females have, or pretend they have.

I’d leaked copious amounts of precum, similar to the wetness of an aroused female. Although the pleasure given and the pleasure received had exceeded the limit of my imagination, there was a feeling of emptiness.

So many times my wife would go from a hand job to a blow job and before I would cum, she would straddle me with wild abandon. She needed to be penetrated and so did I.

Now I was going through the resolution phase. The heat had vanished from my cheeks, the blood had vanished from my penis and it was now a limp, flaccid appendage.

The thrill of sucking Barry’s cock also began to drain as my mind conflicted with the social norms I was raised with and now the added burden of being kissed by another man, my best friend.

I could justify sucking, even if it was tinged with guilt, but a wave of remorse flooded over me at the thought of his lips pressed to mine. For the rest of the day, I avoided Barry and wished I could turn back the hands of time.

I’d just returned from a walk when my wife pulled up in the driveway.

“Hi dear, how was your day?” Heather asked.

Darkness rushed through my chest and I imagined a neon sign floating above my head – ‘Your husband is a cock sucker and kissed another man.’

“Just the usual. Same old, same old.”

“How’s Barry. Did you see much of him, or was he buried in his work?”

See much of him, I thought. Yes, his rich brown eyes, his devilish, sexy smile, his pubic hair, his smooth ball sac and his flaring cock head with skin as smooth and shimmery as water on a still pond. And let’s not forget his lips. Thin, yet so soft and tender.

She stepped to me and pressed her lips lightly and quickly to mine.

Could she tell that I’d been kissed hours ago and that my lips were still tender from Barry, I thought.

“Hardly saw him. We shared a morning coffee and that’s about it.” ‘About it’ was making out with him and then finishing it off with a pulse beating blow job.

Oh my gosh, could Heather smell or taste Barry’s cum?

“You should spend more time together, he won’t be with us much longer.”

Barry had rummaged through the fridge and put together some left-overs.

“Hi, Heather. How was your day?” and he hugged her and kissed one cheek and then the other.

“Busy, as usual. gaziantep lezbiyen I swear people are less patient and much ruder than ever before. Any news on your condo?”

“Yes. Just got off the phone with the contractor. Some environmental issues have come up and a few of their permits are now in limbo. Perhaps I should rent a hotel room for a month and get out of your hair.”

“Don’t be silly,” Heather said. “I love having you here and Riley feels the same.

Right?”

Heather looked to me with raised eyebrows.

“Of course I love having you here. You’re welcome to stay for as long as you need.”

“Thanks, guys,” Barry said and he hugged Heather and then me.

As we hugged, his hips pressed gently and his bulge was self-evident. I wondered if Heather had felt it as well.

Heather snuggled under the covers and I slipped beside her.

“You seemed out of sorts tonight. Anything wrong?” Heather asked.

“No,” I lied.

How could I tell my wife that the fantasy thoughts I had about sucking a cock exceeded my wildest imagination and that I had let my best friend kiss me. At the time the kisses felt awesome and sent chills up and down my body, but a guy kissing another guy always looked so unappealing to me.

“Unfortunately, Barry’s condo isn’t ready, but I enjoy having him here and you must as well.”

“Yeah, he’s a great guy. Out of the bunch of us who used to hang around together, Barry and I always seemed to have this special bond.”

“When you guys were younger,” Heather asked. “Did you ever swim in the nude or anything like that?”

I turned towards her. “Why would you ever ask that?”

“I read that many young boys do that out of curiosity and guys always seem to joke about penis size.”

“Sometimes, when it was just us guys, we would swim nude at a pond that not too many people knew about,” I said.

“Did you just go nude, or did you guys do anything else?” she asked.

“Like what?” I asked.

“You know,” she said in a whisper.

“No,” I said. “Nobody did anything.”

“Okay… what am trying to find out. Is Barry gay?”

“Seriously. Why would you ask that?”

“I needed to check my e-mail and your laptop was handy and when I opened the browser there was a gay porn video. Why would you have given him your password.”

Feelings of guilt had played out all afternoon and evening and I blurted out, “I was watching the video.”

The silence in the room was deafening.

“Why in the hell would you be watching gay porn?”

“Because you’re not interested in sex and I think a guy’s …. thing looks sexy.”

“But you drool over chicks on tv and girls with long legs and short skirts.”

“I still do, but every so often I think about guys. Not romantically, but sexually. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetie,” and she brushed her fingers through my hair.

“I haven’t had the desire for sex in a long time and I can’t blame you for turning somewhere else. I’m glad that you didn’t turn to another woman.”

I laughed. A slow nervous laugh.

“But, turning to another man would be okay?”

“I didn’t say that.” There was a long pause.

“How long have you thought about men, sexually and what exactly do you mean; sexually?”

“A few times in my teens,” I said. “The odd time in my twenties and thirties and once you hit menopause it became more regular. I started watching hetero porn, but then became more and more fascinated with the different sizes and shapes of penises.”

“I’m so sorry to have lost interest. I didn’t realize it was so difficult for you,” and she kissed me tenderly on my lips.

I kissed her in return and days gone by would have slid over her and into her, but now I wanted her to slide on top of me.

“Honey. If I was going to be sexual with another man, would you want to know?”

“Why? Have you done anything behind my back?” she asked.

“That wasn’t the question,” I said.

“I don’t know. But if you did, I hope it would be with someone you trust, like Barry.”

Although I had a fitful sleep, I think I did come to terms with the fact that I loved touching another man’s cock and having that cock in my mouth. Not only in my mouth, but rubbing over my cheeks and lips. I also loved the sound of a man about to cum; his groans as his body muscles tense and semen spurts from inside to the outside of him.

Kissing was another matter altogether. Sucking a cock is intimate, but kissing is the ultimate act of intimacy. Seeing two women kiss is so hot and seeing two men kiss is at the very opposite end of that scale, but there is no denying that Barry’s kisses were sugar sweet and took me well beyond any place I’d ever been.

The morning sun was beginning to rise and thoughts of Barry’s lips on my neck were making something else rise. Heather was in a shower and I lifted the covers, confirming that I had an extremely hard erection.

I thought of walking to the shower and surprising Heather, but I had done that a few times before and the first time led to some licks followed by a hand-job, with the remaining times resulting in us each washing our backs.

Instead of joining her, I closed my eyes and grasped my cock and imagined I was Heather and instead of me stepping into the shower, it was Barry. I was startled at first but was calmed by the softness and rich brown colour of his eyes.

His chest had a small cover of hair and looking further down, I was treated to a very hard, long and thick cock. His cock head was large and bulbous and the skin stretched so tight and smooth.

My nipples morphed from soft and pink, to hard and brown and a wave of heat swirled between my legs. I needed no coaxing and my hand lowered, and my fingers curled around Barry’s hardness.

He felt so large and I stroked slowly up and down.

He pressed himself to me and his lips touched just below my ear. I sighed deeply and he kissed and sucked along my neck, stopping when our lips met.

He pressed his tongue between my lips and I willingly parted them and invited his tongue inside my mouth.

His tongue swirled around mine and mine swirled around his. Our tongues danced as he wiggled his hips, rubbing his cock over my tummy. His tongue slowed and the circles diminished in circumference and changed to gentle and then demanding thrusts, leaving no doubt that he wanted his cock to do to me what his tongue was doing to my mouth.

I looked into his eyes and at that moment my breasts began to flatten and what I had imagined being my pussy, turned back into my cock.

Barry smiled as I transitioned back to myself and we both looked down to see our cocks playfully rubbing against each other.

I was about to kneel when his hands went to my shoulders and he turned me around. I felt a hint of vulnerability as his cock touched between my cheeks. He rubbed up and down my cheeks and my feet slid to the sides, my legs parting.

“Mmmm… I love it when you show me what you want.”

He reached for the soap and his fingers went up and down my ass, teasing my anus with the tips of his fingers. He moved one soapy finger up and down, stopping at my entrance.

I gasped and drew in my breath.

“You are so sexy and I’ve been imagining that gasp since we were kids.”

My body reacted and my hips arched to him.

“I’ve had so many wet dreams imagining your willingness and your surrender to me,” and the tip of his finger pressed and then slipped into me.

In reflex, my anus tightened around the tip of his finger and he leaned and kissed along my neck, softly sighing as my body relaxed and more of his finger took my virginity.

“Mmmm, you are so fucking tight. I’ve wanted you forever.”

I lowered my shoulders and arched my hips up, surrendering my body to him.

“I shouldn’t, but I want you to,” I said.

“Baby, don’t deny your true self. Surrender. Free yourself.”

His words caressed me and my mind reached into my inner self.

“That’s it,” he said, sliding his finger deeper.

I don’t know how it is possible, but my cock had gone flaccid and jerked when Barry’s finger curled up and grazed my prostate.

“MMMMMmmmmm….” my teeth gritted in unimaginable pleasure.

Barry was milking me and my hips moved back and forth, begging for more.

I whimpered when his finger slipped out and gasped as two fingers slid in. It felt as if precum was peeing from me and I was amazed that my knees were still holding me up.

His fingers slipped out and again I whimpered at the emptiness and my wish for his fingers to return and rub me more. I thought of a third finger but then felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down my anus and then holding still when it was lined up.

He lightly spanked each cheek and slid his hands over my hips and along my sides.

I had imagined being penetrated and thought of how it may hurt and be less than enjoyable, but I was so aroused and so ready to be penetrated and fucked.

“Riley!! What are you doing?” Heather screamed.

My hand flew from my cock. “Nothing,” I said.

“Didn’t look like nothing from my point of view,” Heather replied.

Frustration boiled over. “Maybe you should try it. Either with me or with yoursel.”

“There are other things besides sex.”

Yup, Venus and Mars I thought.

I watched Heather dress and although she had no interest in sex, she still had a sexy body and it was so unfortunate that things were as they were. If I were her, I would be giving me the best blowjob of my life.

I showered, shaved and padded downstairs to the smell of roasted coffee and cinnamon toast. Heather had left for the day and Barry was sitting at the table, the tip of his penis exposed along the side of his gym shorts.

He smiled and lifted his shorts a touch higher. “Breakfast?”

I drew in a deep breath. Oh for the love of cock.

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