My name is Mark Stevens. I am 26 years old. Susan is my wife. My wife of 4 years to be exact. I met her my first year in college when we both turned 18. We dated all four years in college and got married at age 22 right after we graduated. She is a nurse and I’m a personnel manager. The first time I met Susan I had a pretty good idea she would be my wife and it has worked out very well. She’s tiny at 5’2” and about 100 pounds. I am 6’2” 185# with a nice, if I do say so myself, 7-inch cut cock. Susan’s got a great body and the first time I saw her ass without clothes on, I knew the sex was going to be good. Even though she’s small in stature with size 32 tits, she has beautiful long brown hair, sexy legs, and again an ass to die for.
Growing up in a very small Midwestern town I heard of gay men and teen boys, but I never knew any. If you were gay, you kept it to yourself I imagine. I spent my four years in high school chasing as many pretty girls as I could. I was a good student and a good athlete so I didn’t have any trouble getting dates from my freshman year to my senior graduation day. A lot of kissing, fondling and whatever they call heavy petting these days. Ate some very tasty pussy and got a number of excellent blowjobs during that time. One girl wouldn’t let me pull out until she swallowed everything I could give her. I still have fond memories of her and most of the others. It was only towards the end of my senior year that I had intercourse with one of them.
Three weeks later she told me she missed her period!! I thought I was going to throw up as all my future plans were fucked. Thank god it was a false alarm. Talk about relief. I would have married her if I had to, but I’m glad I didn’t. I never had intercourse again before I graduated from high school, but I still fingered and ate as much pussy as I could that summer before heading off to college.
Basically, I was just your normal straight (very straight) high school jock doing what most of us did and never had a gay thought in my head. Not once.
The first time I ever had a brush with gay sex was when I was working my 4th college summer at a paper mill. I had just turned 22. Up in the room where the paper is made it gets hot. I don’t mean 80-90 degrees hot. I mean HOT HOT. It was usually 100-115F as the paper went through the dryer rolls. You could easily lose 10 pounds of water during an 8 hour shift. Of course, we always took showers after shift to get ready to go out on a date, party, or whatever.
One night I was dressing at my locker as I’d already finished my shower. Most of the other guys on my shift were gone by now as I was running late. Just then another new hire, also a college student, came walking out of the shower. Like my wife Susan, he was tiny about 5’4” and couldn’t have weighed 100 pounds soaking wet. Just a skinny twink with long flowing blonde hair hanging about eight inches below his shoulders. From the back he looked like a sexy girl. From the front he looked like a damn hippie, but a good looking one. But what I really noticed was his massive cock. I mean massive. Like John Holmes massive. It was totally out of proportion to his 5’4” body. I was literally mesmerized. I’d seen cocks that big online but nothing close to his size in real life. I couldn’t stop looking at it.
And he saw me looking.
He said, “Hey, my name’s Brian. First night here and I forgot to bring a towel to dry off. Any chance you got an extra one I could borrow tonight?” Fuck, I could hardly translate what he said because I was still hypnotized by what I’d seen.
I grabbed a dry towel out of my locker and took it over to where he was about 20 feet away. The whole way over my legs were wobbly and I wasn’t sure I was going to make it without falling down. I did everything I could to avoid looking at his cock with only moderate success.
As I got closer, I could see drops of water still sliding down his creamy white skin. He wasn’t shaved, but except for his long blonde hippie hair he was as smooth as any twink I’ve seen before or since. He had a little tuft of fine blonde hair around his cock and balls but nothing more. His ass was perfectly smooth and, well, perfect.
He said, “Thanks for the towel. What’s your name?” I said, “I’m Mark Steven’s nice to meet you. I’ve been working here each summer for the last 4 years. Since I got out of high school. So, this is your first night?” Of course, I’m still shaking and trying not to look at his perfect cock.
He said, “Yeah this is my first night. Need the money for college but man this is hard work isn’t it?” I hesitated and I didn’t answer him as I was still fixated on his perfect cock.
“You okay Mark? You seem a little nervous.”
He saw me looking down at his cock. Not looking. Staring really. He gently touched my arm and said, ”You see something you like Mark?” I wanted to run away as fast as I could and I sure didn’t know how to answer his question.
It was then when he reached for my hand and pulled it to his now stiffening cock. And then he moved to kiss me. I didn’t try to stop him. I didn’t want to stop him. When he put his tongue in my mouth, I thought I was going to faint. I returned his kiss and put my arms around his tiny body just like I’d done with every girl I’d ever kissed in high school.
Then I started massaging his throbbing dick. Moving it back and forth in my hand feeling his pulsating veins. God I’d never felt anything like it. Knowing that I had actually made this boy, this young teen hard made me hard. Harder than I think I’d ever been. One hand stroking this beautiful boy and the other reaching around to fondle the sweetest male ass I’d ever seen. At least in real life. Hell, he had a better ass than most of the girls I’d dated in high school.
It was then I heard THE WORDS. He whispered them as his lips gently brushed across my lips. “Mark, there’s no one here. Would you like to suck my cock?” Before I could answer he was pushing me down to my knees to meet his manhood, his massive cock and balls. Before that day if you had told me I could kiss a man – an 18-year-old teenager to be precise - and lick and suck a cock, I would have said that you were out of your mind.
But not that day. I could not wait to have his young cock in my mouth. All of it. Or as much of it as I could get in. The taste, the feel, the sensation of another male fucking my mouth. I’ll never get that out of my mind. Ever.
“Oh Mark, oh yeah do that to me Mark. I love what you are doing to me. God, it feels so good. I love it! Suck my big fat cock Mark.”
For a brief moment, I took his cock out of my mouth so I could lick up and down his cock’s beautiful head and shaft. I wanted to suck his balls too and I did. His balls in my mouth were unbelievable for me and for him. My mouth was gentle with his balls, yet firm. But I knew he wanted me to get back to the main task, so I let him slide his cock back into my mouth while I put both hands on his ass cheeks. They say a woman’s breasts more than a handful are a waste. Well, it was the same with his ass. God his smooth bubble butt felt perfect in my hands. I knew what rimming was because two of my former girlfriends did it to me and I liked doing the same to them. I really like rimming my wife. I wanted to taste this boy’s manpussy.
But Brian was determined to keep fucking my mouth, so I wasn’t able to taste his ass. Before long Brian’s moaning became so loud that I was afraid we would be caught by a shift supervisor. Knowing that he was close, I put a finger in his ass that sent him over the top. I only knew what was coming because those were the same moans I make when I jerk off my own cock. He grabbed my head thinking I might pull out before he came, but I had NO intention of doing that. I wanted every last drop of this sexy twink. Who knows if I’d ever get another chance?
When he came in my mouth, the warm, gooey juices hit the back of my throat. Yes, I gagged but I swallowed as much as I could. The taste? I loved it. Sweeter than my own cum which I’ve tasted often. At that point he pulled his cock out of my throat and wiped the head of his still-throbbing penis across my lips and face. I was in heaven and he knew it. He bent down to kiss me. While doing so, he lapped up his own cum from my face and thanked me for getting him off. I was shaken in ever way. All of them good.
At this point I didn’t know what to do or say. How do you tell this perfect twink that you just had the best sex ever but you’re “not gay”?
I helped him finish drying off paying special attention to his lovely ass. Just looking at his butt made me want to go down on him again. But not wanting to get caught, I took my towel back to my locker. I looked over to him and said, “Hey, Brian, I’ve got a college sweetheart. What we/I just did I’ve never even thought of doing before...let alone actually doing it. I hope you believe that and understand my situation with my girlfriend. Her name is Susan and I really care for her a lot. Okay? She’d leave me if she saw or even heard about what I did with you tonight. I mean I’m not saying what just happened wasn’t great because it was, and I enjoyed it more than I thought I ever could. But I’m really not into men.” Okay, Brian?
He answered. “Hey Mark, I totally understand. You were great and really got me off just now. The best blowjob I’ve had in a long time. I owe you one buddy! I do believe you that you’ve never been with a guy before, but you were a great cocksucker nevertheless. And I do understand your situation with Susan. I’m sure she’s nice and I don’t want to cause you any problems.
As I gathered my things to go, Brian walked over to me. “Here’s my phone number and address Mark. Why don’t you come over to my apartment Thursday night after work and we can discuss where our relationship goes next…” And then he kissed me full on the lips with his hands firmly on my ass.
I knew I was screwed…or about to be.
