A Life Awakening Experience
I have always considered myself to be heterosexual, having had numerous straight sexual relationships since the age of 14. I never found another guy to turn me on, and I never fantasized about homosexuality. Of course I experienced adolescent homosexual activity, but nothing that changed the course of my life. So, the experience that I am about to share with you, and it's life long influence on the way I think, came as a major surprise to me.
I guess it happened when I was around 38 years old. I was married with three c***dren and living in NJ. I went out of town on a business trip to meet with a sales representative that the company had in the southwest. Vic met me at the airport, and took me to my hotel to freshen up before we went to dinner. He waited in the lobby bar and had a Manhattan or two before I came down and joined him.
After a couple of drinks, we went to dinner, where we discussed business, and planned for a meeting with clients the next day. After we wrapped things up, we decided to check out a local strip joint, where we threw away a lot of money, and got nothing in return for it but frustration. We were there till 2:00 in the morning, when I decided to call it a night.
When we got to the car, I realized that Vic was not in any shape to drive (and I wasn't either), so we staggered to a nearby hotel to get some rest and sober up. Fortunately our client meeting was not until 2:00 the next day, which would give us ample time the next morning to go back to the hotel the evening started at, and get ready for the day's business.
When we arrived at the hotel near the strip club, I was surprised to learn that they only had one room available. The proprietor commented that they do a good business because of their location, a lot of guys crash there after boozing it up, and I am sure others were getting lucky with the dancers. Well, that was not my luck. Considering our state of sobriety, we took the room.
Surprisingly, it was a very clean place with a king sized bed. Vic tool the right side, I took the left. Stripping down to our boxers, we both hit the sack, and quickly passed out.
In the early hours of the morning, I was awoken by a gentle hand stroking my forearm. I knew exactly where I was, and who I was with, but it didn't shake me. It felt comforting in a way, and without thinking, I moved my arm closer and touched his side. Vic's touch gradually explored my arm and my fingers, as I was drawn in by his tenderness. It was then I realized that I was fully aroused.
My mind raced, challenging the morality of what was happening, but his loving touch washed away those thoughts, and I soon found myself caressing his hard abs. I soon learned that Vic was quite fit, working out regularly. For someone ten years my senior, he was in outstanding shape. then, it happened, he reached into my boxers and fondled my dick and balls. I was in it for whatever it was worth. It felt wonderful.
I reached down and slid Vic's shorts of of him and started stroking his penis, which was about the same length as mine, but thicker. It felt good, and I stroked him with the same gentleness that he was showing me. He made noises as I caressed him, and all I wanted to do was get him to shoot off. But before we even got close, Vick rolled over on his hands and knees, and started sucking on my dick.
It was the start of the best blow job of my life. Now only was he taking me deep into his mouth to the back of his throat, but he would massage my shaft with his tongue and caress my balls. I could feel his saliva running down my balls and into the crack of my ass. It felt amazing. I also felt Vic's beard every time he pushed his face into my pubis. There was no question in my mind that I was getting a blow job from a guy.
The best was yet to come, as it was then that Vic started fingering my asshole. First he encircled my sphincter with his finger tip, then he slowly started putting pressure on my butt hole and backing off. He must have repeated that move for five minutes, because I was bucking, my body begging for more. Then, he penetrated me up to his first knuckle. It hurt and felt terrific at the same time. I wanted more and started pushing down on his finger to the second knuckle, and finally to the third.
I was going insane, because not only had I lost the virginity of my butt hole to his finger, but he was giving me the best blow job of my life. I was out of my mind with lust, and could not believe that it could get any better when Vic started moving his finger around inside my ass till he found my prostrate. With the same gentleness that he had woken me with, he started to caress my prostrate, slowly applying more and more pressure. I couldn't take it any more, and I cried out as I exploded down Vic's throat.
All through my orgasm, Vic milked my dick with his mouth and tongue, while keeping the pressure on my prostrate. I had never experienced anything like this in my life. I felt like I pumped a gallon of cum into him, and he later commented that he felt the same.
When I finally came down from Nirvana, I didn't hesitate to push Vic on his back, and give my first blow job. Having received many of them, I thought this would be easy, but it was a totally new experience, and I was very clumsy. I was amazed at how good it felt to slide my mouth over his dick, but I could not manipulate him with the same expertise. Yet I loved it just the same.
I soon found myself jerking him off while I licked the head of his dick. Then I simply told him: "show me how". Vic started stroking his dick in a fury, quite opposite the tenderness that he ah shown me. In seconds, he was spouting off like a fountain. I wish that I were able to do that for him, but as I later learned, I had.
We cleaned ourselves up, got the car and went back to the hotel where my bags were. Vic dropped me off there and went home to get dressed. At 2:00, we had our client meeting, followed by a business dinner with that client. Vic dropped me off at the airport to catch my red eye, and we parted without discussing the events of the night before.
Leaving there that night, I knew that something in me had changed. I was not a homosexual, and I really wouldn't say that I was bisexual either. I guess I was just sexual, and awakened to a part of me that I never knew existed.
I have only shared this side of myself with Vic, and I can count on one hand the number of times that we shared our sexuality. I truly miss him, and after having gotten myself all aroused by retelling this story, I have decided that I am going to call him and see if he wanted to talk about that first time.
We've been friends for almost 15 years now, and I truly do love him. He taught me fulfillment like I never knew possible. I would like to share more about Vic and I... that is, if you are interested. Please let me know.