Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1999 19:54:10 -0800 (PST)
From: CNT
Subject: I Want to Know

I had never really thought I would act out on any of
my `impure' thoughts.  Especially the ones that
included homosexual sex acts.  I mean, I was married
(quite happily), 26 years old, looking forward to
having children (soon) and living quite a normal life.

It was early September and friends of ours were having
a party to celebrate their being pregnant.  So of
course, my wife and I went to the party.  It was a
very normal night, or so it seemed.  The beers were
flowing, people were having a good time and I was
enjoying myself playing cards, drinking beers and
hanging with my friends.

As the night wore on, and I got more and more buzzed,
I found myself looking strangely at my friend who had
just gotten his wife pregnant.  Jeff was not the best
looking guy in the world, but I found him attractive.
For some reason, I kept picturing myself sucking his
dick, and him returning the favor.  A sort of `69' in
my mind.  It was extremely strange, as I wasn't
accustomed to these feelings.  Why was this happening
to me?  Why was I all of a sudden thinking about guys?
 Or rather in particular, a guy, one who was my
friend, a good friend since elementary school.

As the night wore down, most decided to go to sleep,
including my wife.  I found myself drinking beers with
Jeff and a few other people at 3am.  One by one, the
others dropped of to bed until it was finally just
Jeff and me.  We started talking about how cool it was
that he was going to be a father and how excited he
was and how jealous I was that he was already pregnant
and my wife and I weren't.  We got to talking about
sex, as was the norm with Jeff and just about
everyone.  He was known for making comments like
"wouldn't it be cool if your wife and mine were making
out upstairs and we walked in on them?"

Jeff began to change the topic to threesomes and how
he would love to get another guy involved with he and
his wife (but that couldn't happen now that they were
pregnant).  I asked if he was excited about the
thought of watching his wife screw another guy and he
responded "no, not really."  I asked why then.  He
replied, "because I want to know what it is like to
suck a guy's dick."

Stunned, I was silent for a few seconds.  Jeff took
this as a bad sign and stammered "I am sorry man, I
shouldn't have shared that with you."

"It, ah, isn't so bad man," I replied.  Not knowing
what to say or whether or not to respond to this
information.

"I just want to know what it is like, is that so bad?'
Jeff asked.

"No, not really.  But you're married and going to have
a child soon," I replied.

"I know, but I still want to."   He looked at me,
almost like my wife did when we first started dating.
I was paralyzed.  Here was the guy I had been
picturing sucking my cock all night, and he was
staring at me as if he was going to kiss me.  I
couldn't move or say a word.  As I said, I was
paralyzed.

Jeff leaned over and gently put his hand on my dick.
Which by the way had already started getting hard.  I
knew what was happening, wanted it to happen, but also
did not want it to happen.  What the hell do I do?  "I
am married for Christ sake," I thought to myself.  But
God, did it feel good to have Jeff's hand on my dick.

He slowly started to caress my dick through my jeans
and looked deep into my eyes.  I thought he was going
to kiss me.  He didn't.  Not at all, not then, and not
later that night.  It didn't seem right, for us to
kiss.  So we didn't.

"We should go out back or somewhere that the girls, or
anyone else can't walk in on us," Jeff said.  I could
only nod in agreement.

We went out back and decided to go for a walk.  Being
the northeast and September, it was a bit chilly.  We
didn't say anything, as we both had visions of what
was about to happen.

We got to the park down the road and Jeff led me to
the area behind the swing set.  He sat me down and
once again placed his hand on my dick.  He began to
rub it.  I instantly got hard.  I was incredibly
aroused, so much more than I had been with my wife
recently.  Hell, this was new, exciting and something
I shouldn't be doing.  I knew I should stop it, but I
didn't want to stop.  I didn't want him to stop.

A bit about me.  I am roughly six foot talk, 200 pound
(a bit heavy for my height, but not overly so).  I
have greyish eyes and dirty blonde hair.  I am a
rather hairy guy.  I never liked the hair, but
apparently Jeff did.  I had a very full chest of hair
and an honest back full as well.  My dick was a modest
6" long, with medium thickness.  I was not anything to
write home about, but I was fairly competent with my
tool, or so said my wife.  Jeff is slightly shorter
than I (height wise) with green eyes and very blonde,
almost white curly hair.  He is thin and rather
muscular for his build.  His dick turned out to be a
bit longer than mine yet thinner.

He began to unbutton my pants and lowered my zipper
while staring me in the eyes.  He mumbled "I have
wanted to do this since 5th grade."

Out popped my dick and he began stroking me slowly.
"Holy shit that feels awesome Jeff," I said.  He
leaned me back and pulled up my shirt.  He went right
to my left nipple and started licking and sucking like
a pro.  His wife was a lucky woman.  He slowly moved
down my goody trail until he arrived at my bush.  He
glanced up at me and questioned me with a look of `can
I?'  I murmured, "suck me Jeff."

And he did.  If you know what pure bliss is, then you
know what I felt as he took my cock into his mouth.
He slowly bobbed his head up and down on my pulsating
cock.  I felt as if I could blow my load right then,
not more than 15 seconds into the best blow job I had
ever received.  I didn't, I was able to regain control
of myself and hold out.  Jeff had his nose buried to
my pubes.  My wife had never taking me in that far.
God this was the best head ever.  I told Jeff that
too.  He simply said "uh-huh."

As he was bobbing up and down, me face fucking him, he
grabbed my balls and gently began to run them with his
fingers.  Damn, Jeff was awesome, for a rookie he blew
away any girl I had ever been with (no pun intended).

I suddenly realized that my dreams from earlier.  I
reached down and began to rub Jeff's already hard
cock.  Apparently he was enjoying giving me head.  I
unbuttoned his khakis and lowered his zipper.  His 7"
thin cock showed its beautiful head.  I had to have
his dick in my mouth, now.  I pulled Jeff around so
that his dick was poking me in the cheek.  Jeff was
going to town on my dick and I took his dick hungrily
into my mouth.  I had never had a man's cock in my
hand before, let alone a dick.

His pre-cum was the sweetest taste I had ever
experienced.  The feel of his long, slender dick in my
mouth was outstanding.  He slowed his work on my cock
as he began to enjoy head I was giving him.  The feel
of his dick going down my throat was the most
exhilerating feeling I have ever had.  I licked up and
down his shaft and told him to keep working my dick
(he had completely stopped).

I kept sucking his dick like I was on a mission to
suck every ounce of cum from his beautiful cock.  What
a sight we must have been, two 26 year olds,
sixty-nining on the grass next to a swing set.  Jeff
on top, head bobbing up and down, up and down.  Me on
the bottom, sucking and slurping his cock hungrily.

I told Jeff to keep on sucking as I was getting close
to cumming.  He advised he was on his way too.  I told
him I wanted him to cum first, he agreed.  He slowed
his pace on my dick and I hastened mine on his
face-fuck tool.  I sucked and licked his cum-hole and
up and down his cock.  He began to tense up and I new
my work was about to pay off.  I buried the head of
his cock at the bottom of my throat and bobbed for my
life.  Jeff said "I am gonna cum" and I said I hoped
so.  He reached around and grabbed my ass as he tensed
up and he shoved his finger up my ass.  That was all I
could take.

I thrust my dick back down his throat and pumped into
his mouth like a jack hammer.  Jeff tensed up and came
a very large load into my mouth.  I was certainly not
sad about that fact.  His cum was so sweet and warm.
God I loved it.  My orgasm was a mammoth load,
probably the biggest I had ever shot.  Jeff finally
stopped cumming and sighed in relief.  I too was
finished cumming.  We stayed there, for a few moments
enjoying each other's cocks in our mouths.  Somehow I
knew this would never happen again.

We dressed ourselves, wiped off our mouths and faces
and headed for his house.  Once back to the house, we
said nothing and went to bed -- separately, with our
own wives.

We have never talked about that night since then.
Although, I have certainly thought about my experience
with Jeff that night, every time I have jerked of
since then.

Am I glad I did it.  I guess so.  But there are pangs
of guilt.  Eventually, I will get over them.
Eventually.