As I get older I’ve been find myself more and more curious about having sex with another man. I am happily married and have a good enough sex life, but feel that somewhere along the line I might be missing out. A lot of this I think stems from an experience I had when I was about 19 or 20 which I’d like to get off my chest.
I was part of a drama group that had members of all ages and there was one particular man, John, in his early 50’s at the time, that was particularly friendly with some of the younger men in the group. John was married and his wife was in the group, so none of us really thought much of it.
Back in these days we had no internet, so there was no porn on tap 24 hours a day. If you were lucky someone would get hold of a VHS tape and we’d sneak round their house to watch it. John was an insurance broker, who was regularly out on the road, and said that he always had a video in his briefcase that his wife never knew about and would regularly relieve himself when she was out.
Due to the nature of the shows our group performed, we would often go round different people’s houses to learn songs and sketches together. One night John asked me if I wanted to go over to his house to run through a sketch we were doing together. I had no problem with this and went over to John’s as planned.
We worked through our sketch and then John poured a couple of beers out. Needless to say his wife was out, so it was just us in the house.
“Have a seat in lounge,” John told me, as he brought the drinks in from the kitchen.
We discussed our rehearsal and made general chit chat when John told me he’d just got a new porn video from one of his clients and asked if I wanted to watch it.
“Erm, yeah okay,” I replied.
John seemed very eager to get the film on. He put the tape in the player and then sat back in his chair. The movie was a fairly standard affair, a couple starting off with a bit of oral om each other.
“I really like the blow jobs,” John said, “look at the way she sucks his cock, that looks fantastic.”
I couldn’t quite tell from that whether he was visualising himself as the man being sucked off, or the woman doing the sucking. Either way I felt myself beginning to get hard in my jeans. Was it what he had said, or the film in general? I hadn’t watched much porn back then, so it didn’t take a lot to get me highly aroused.
I was slightly sat an an angle from John so he wouldn’t have been able to notice that I was getting very turned on. He was in his own little world, commenting on the film and telling me about things he did with his wife. I was pretty inexperienced on that front, although I had been with my first serious girlfriend (now wife) for about a year.
Out of nowhere John suddenly turned to me.
“Feel free to relieve yourself if you want.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so just mumbled that I was okay for now, or something along those lines.
“Don’t suppose you want to do me then?” he asked with a look of anticipation on his face.
“Er, I’d rather not,” I replied feeling a bit embarrassed, although the truth was that I suddenly felt even hornier and I didn’t understand why.
“Are you okay if I do it myself?” he asked.
“Yeah I guess, it’s your house,” I answered, not knowing what else to say.
He stood up and I assumed he was going to head off to the bathroom, but that wasn’t the case at all. He undid the buckle on his belt, pulled down his zip, and then took his trousers right off leaving just his underpants on, which I couldn’t help but notice were sporting a rather large bulge. I averted my eyes and tried to go back to watching the film, but found it difficult to not look at him through the corner of my eye.
John sat back on his chair and pulled his pants slightly down so his cock was free. He wasn’t yet fully erect. I was desperately trying not to look but I was mesmerised. John took hold of his cock and very slowly started moving his hand up and down in vey measured strokes. He was pulling down as far as he could go and then slowly back up again so his foreskin was covering up his helmet. This was the first time I had ever seen another man doing this and I hadn’t some very confusing thoughts running through my head. I knew I shouldn’t be turned on watching another man masturbating, but I sure as heck was.
His cock was bigger than mine, about 7 inches I thought. It was also quite thick with a really nice looking shiny helmet.
“Good film eh?” John said taking me back to reality.
“Yeah really good,” I replied, although by now I was just watching him wanking himself in front of me.
John really seemed to be quite happy playing with his cock with me in the room. Was this something he had done before? Was he expecting me to go over and do it for him? I mean, he had already asked me and I’m sure if he asked me again I’m not sure I could stop myself jumping at the chance of wanking him off. In fact I was now getting visions of us sitting on the sofa and palying with each others cocks until we both came.
I was getting so turned on that I could feel my cock getting harder and harder. I’d had a few wet dreams and had a familiar sensation that things were building up without me even going near my own cock. God I was so turned on it was mad.
John was really getting hard now and his helmet was all wet where his pre cum was leaking out. He was playing with his balls with his other hand, pulling and tugging at them, whilst continuing to stroke his throbbing shaft. It appeared that he was getting very close. John stopped for a moment and completely pulled his pants off, so he was now totally naked except for his shirt. He stood up, with his cock rigid in front of him, giving me the vision of kneeling down in front of it, then got himself comfortable and sat back down, quickly dispelling that image.
He glanced at me and I quickly turned away. The action on the screen was building up and I could tell they were getting close to the money shot. I suspected John was trying time shooting his own load with the man in the film.
He spread his legs a little bit, and I couldn’t quite tell, but it appeared that he was now fingering his own arsehole. Did men do that to themselves? I discovered a few years later that it was indeed something men did and it was very pleasurable, even more so when your wife did it for you.
John had started to pick up the pace, stroking his cock with a lot more vigour and I could feel my own shaft making little pumping motions. He began to groan and was holding his cock very tight and, presumably, still pushing away at his arse crack.
On the screen the man pulled his cock out of his partners pussy and furiously wanked his cock as he shot spurt after spurt of thick white cum all over face and into her mouth.
This was enough for John and I watched in awe as he let out a big groan.
“Oooh look at all that cum, it’s so hot,” he cried out,
And with that he gave one big pull back on his cock and a spray of semen shot out onto his belly, followed by more and more as he kept wanking as hard as he could, all the time groaning and saying how good the mans cum on the TV looked.
This was too much for me, I honestly don’t think I’d ever felt so hot, or confused, and my own cock with no help, began to ejaculate in my pants. I could feel the hot sticky cum squirting out of me. John was lost in his own moment so I quickly gave myself a rub through my jeans to get it all out. I was desperately biting my tongue as well so he didn’t know I’d shot my load.
John’s cock was covered in wet sticky cum as it started to soften.
“That was really good,” he groaned, “I hope you didn’t mind me doing that?”
“Oh, what, no of course not, perfectly normal,” I stammered.
A new scene had got underway on the TV and John sat back letting his cock go right back to normal. Not sure why, but I found the sight of his flaccid cock and belly covered in cum even more sexy than when it was hard. I really just wanted to over and grab it, but I didn’t, althouh I could feel mine starting to perk up again. I stayed where I was and John eventually got up, took his clothes and went to clean up.
Once he was done I pretended I needed to use the loo so I could also clean up. My cock was also covered in cum, so much more than I get nowadays, and my pants were really sticky and wet. I cleaned myself as best I could and then went back to the lounge.
We had another beer and eventually I had to get home.
“We must do that again sometime,” John suggested before I left.
“Yeah sure,” I replied.
I wasn’t sure if he meant the rehearsal or the extra curricular activity. Either way, whichever it was I never did find myself alone at his house again, although I know others who did. Whether he did the same then I never have found out. I do know that if I had gone back I would almost have certainly wanked him off, or at least got my own cock out in front of him, I know when I got home that night I shot my second big load of the night just thinking about what had happened.
As I said at the start it’s the only experience of the kind I’ve ever had, but although I am happily married I find myself watching a lot of gay porn and also reliving that night. I am certain that if the opportunity ever presented itself I would take hold of a mans cock and go to town on it. The thought of someone ejaculating in my mouth, or elsewhere, turns me on so much. Will the opportunity ever present itself? Probably not, however, a big (hard) part of me sure as hell hopes it does.