Rogue's Inaugural Gulp
The First Time I Swallowed...
All I did was enjoy a couple of drinks and then kissed Mike.
"This is crazy," I recalled saying when we were done, with my mouth instinctively rubbing my lips as I consumed semen for the first time.
Mike's a carpenter - I called him up when I was trying to remodel my home at the time. I needed his expertise to replace some old cabinets in the kitchen and bathrooms, and Mike had an excellent design plan even though I'm normally cheap.
"You can spend a lot for quality, or spend a little for minimalist," I remembered him saying as we discussed the design.
I trusted Mike's vision and teamed up with the renovation company I'd hired; Mike's work, when we were finished, really stood out from the other excellent work.
"I couldn't be happier," I told him as he showed me the finished product.
I'd already paid the gifted craftsman, who at 48 still looked 30ish, but I appreciated his work so much that I tried to tip him an additional $500. He declined.
"A cold brew is a better tip," he told me.
We bought brews at Food Lion, opting for an imported IPA to sip on. We returned to the house and had some steaks on the grill, allowing us to reconnect and chat.
"I have two grown sons in the military. I'm now divorced, and single," he shared with me.
I had never experienced anything close to what he went through as I'd been single for a while and had no children. I was amazed at Mike, as he described his travels to Europe and Africa. I was sipping on my third beer when I reflected on how he was an "ugly duckling" during our high school years, and how he'd transformed into this stunning man after all these years. I paid attention to Mike differently than before.
"I wasn't always this man standing in front of you," he said as I acknowledged his growth, catching me staring at him differently.
I admired Mike more when he detailed his challenges with marriage, and how his ex took advantage of his income from his talent that provided such a comfortable life for his family. I listened intently as Mike choked back tears when he talked about sex, and how he once caught his wife cheating on him.
"I provided her everything," he told me.
"But you have needs, too," I said.
"I do, but the cars, the house, the boat wouldn't run themselves," he retorted.
He went on about it, and my heart ached, wondering why his ex did what she did.
"I work all the time, and she had needs," he said.
"But you have needs as well," I reminded him.
He carried on, and in my head I wanted to experience him, to see if maybe he just wasn't satisfying his ex, or anyone. I'd always been curious about men anyway, particularly since I'd known some women who cheated on their partners. I just wanted to understand why my old friend had to suffer the same fate.
"You've got a good-sized penis," I asked before having my fourth beer.
He laughed and clarified that he did, but he might not always hit "the right spot" when penetrating his wife.
"Women can be quite complex," I said.
I was imagining things as he talked about it, wondering how such a man kept it all bottled up. I masturbated almost every other night if I wasn't getting any; I needed to ensure the plumbing didn't malfunction. reveal-
We finished our dinner and guzzled beers, so we decided to head inside since night had fallen. I didn't want him to leave as he was slightly drunk, so we lounged on the couch together while watching a film. Mike might have been a few feet away from me, with both of his legs on the couch, completely in sync with Sharon Stone in the movie, Basic Instinct. I couldn't help but check out her, and then the thought of him not climaxing all these months popped into my head.
"Six months?" I inquired.
He chuckled, repeating my statement before I turned to face him. He couldn't take his eyes off the screen, but I noticed his cheek twitch, and I saw his thickening member. Perhaps it was the movie, or us discussing sex, but he was turned on, and I definitely was too - not because of the movie however. His gaze shifted back to me, and his hazel eyes smiled before returning his attention to the television. I observed his hand near his waistline.
"You need some assistance?" I inquired.
His glance back at me, with his lips clutching onto his lower lip, was the signal I needed before I shimmied closer to him.
"Can I?" I whispered.
"Be my guest," he whispered back as we were practically nose-to-nose, with my lips finding his as I unbuckled his belt.
I got it undone and unzipped his pants before he sat up to remove them, and I would have my left hand stroking his hard, hairy penis while we kissed fiercely. I then slid down between his legs as he relaxed completely, looking up at his face as he had this apprehensive expression, as if he was unsure if we should proceed with the act at hand. That didn't matter to me though, as the next thing I knew, I had my mouth wrapped around his tool, stroking it gently.
"Right there, Rog," he whispered as I was only doing what felt good for me, using my lips to caress his impressive member as Mike was slightly bigger than me.
I recalled experiencing oral sex and closed my eyes like the women I had been with, as I had discovered that closing my eyes made it even more enjoyable. I was receiving an unplanned tutorial in the world of blowjobs, managing to take his entire cock down my throat with ease. Was I a natural? Was this something I was destined to do all along? I heard Mike's moans and tasted his pre-cum as I was pleasuring a man for the first time, exceeding my expectation of what this would be like.
"Fuck, man, I think you're gonna make me cum," Mike exclaimed as he giggled, astonished at the idea of letting another man perform oral sex on him.
He attempted to shove me away, but I was clinging to his dick, desperate to complete my undertaking.
"You're gonna make me cum," he growled as his moans turned into louder screams and curses as I felt his hot, salty essence shoot into my mouth. I wasn't a fan of the taste, but being able to make a man cum using just my mouth was a rush in itself. I made sure to extract every drop, then released his now-flaccid cock from my mouth before he looked at me and laughed.
"What in the world have we done?" he queried.
I laughed in response, explaining that like him, we were both discovering new territory for the first time. However, I found this experience rather enjoyable, and an hour later we would engage in similar activities as I didn't feel comfortable with him driving home due to the alcohol consumption. We discarded our clothes, then I directed him to my bedroom, where I extracted more liquid from his body, this time it was far sweeter and more abundant.
We drifted off to sleep, and upon waking up, he was gone, and left a lasting impression on me to where I would become a professional in the art of oral sex.
