This is a true story. Mike and I have been together for 8 years now and if anything our relationship is stronger and our love more intense than it was when we first met. Still, being with only one person year in and year out creates a certain yearning. My eye and mind started to wander, though I remained faithful in the flesh. Mike is the love of my life and I wouldn't do anything to hurt him, but the hunger for fresh meat was becoming overwhelming.
Through the years Mike and I had shared our innermost secrets and fantasies with each other. We'd discovered we had alot in common. We both loved sucking cock and we'd admitted to each other that sucking straight cock was a BIG turn-on. Mike is 28 and I'm 40. Because of our age difference I'd been able to indulge myself in this passion as a major part of my sex life before Mike and I'd met. Mike's only experience of this type had been with his drunk straight college roommate the night before graduation. It had whetted his appetite, but he met me a month later preventing him from pursuing this inclination.
Our sex life was great with wide variations. At least once a week we'd exchange excellent handjobs. I'd recount the details of blowing some straight dude while I stroked him off. He'd get real hot and always explode with a thick shower of cum. When he did me he'd tell me one of his many fantasies about doing some blue collar or uniformed stud and I too never failed to let loose with a white hot geyer shot.
During one of our weekly "fairy tale" hand job sessions Mike's fantasy was about the two of us seducing and blowing our neighbor Joe. Joe was 30 and lived in the house to the left of ours. He's a plumber and one hunk of man. Big and butch, with a huge package in the crotch of his well worn 501s. The thought of the two of us sharing this stud's cock and load sent me into a gut wrenching orgasm. Afterward I couldn't get the image of the two of us chowing down on him out of my mind.
The next morning at the breakfast table I told Mike that his fantasy about Joe had really turned me on.
"Would you like to do it for real?" Mike asked.
"Would you?" I asked back.
"I asked first."
"Well the thought does make my dick hard."
"Mine too."
It was out. We both wanted something more and this seemed the perfect solution. We could remain true to each other and still satisfy our lust for straight cock by doing it together.
We had a serious talk and agreed to some ground rules. We would only suck straight guys, preferably married or divorced. We would only do so together at our own home and the guys had to be between 30 and 55. We decided to try to seduce Joe.
We'd been neighbors for 6 years now and had gotten to be good friends over the years. Of course he knew we were gay, so it took time before he felt real comfortable with us. Joe's wife ran off with some navy guy about a two years ago. All of his family lived 3,000 miles away and except for his butch buddies Joe didn't have any friends. He could hardly go to them with his troubles. He turned to us. We consoled him, he ate at our house about twice a week, hell we were even doing his laundry. After about a year of this type of relationship with him we made our pact to seduce straight men. Joe was a natural first choice. We both craved him; he was hunky; he was readily available; and since he hardly ever dated he had to be horny.
Unless we had plans Joe usually had Saturday dinner with us and then we'd sit back and watch a movie video. On the Saturday following our decision Mike was making lasgna and apple pie, Joe's favorites. I bought a good red Italian wine to go with the meal and mellow everyone out.
Joe arrived at about 7:00 and we smoked a couple of bones which made us laid back and our appetite ravenous. We ate Mike's lasagna like it was our last meal and made the usual small talk. Over apple pie Mike asked Joe why he didn't date more often than he did.
"I wish I could, but it's easier not to. Whenever I date I picture whatever woman I'm with leaving me for someone else. I loose whatever interest I have and go home totally bummed. It takes me weeks to recover. It's just easier to avoid the whole thing."
"Yeah, but don't you get horny as hell? I would," Mike blurted out honestly.
Joe laughed, "fuckin' A, but it's easier for me to have Mary Fivefingers take matter in hand. It not good, but it's better than nothing."
After the apple pie we moved to the family room to watch the movie. Mike had rented "Clear and Present Danger" with Harrison Ford. Though we were all stoned out between the weed and the wine we fired up another bone and passed it around before putting in the movie. (Mike and I had choreographed the whole plan)
Mike got up to put in the movie and he suddenly stopped and looked at me and Joe. "Hey I have an idea. I also picked up a hot porno flick and since its a bi-sexual flick it has something for each of us. You guys interested in watching it before we put on the main feature?"
I looked over at Joe and saw that he was actually blushing. "Whattaya say Joe?"
"Sounds interesting, but why don't we watch the other movie first and then the porno." You could tell he was trying to be a good sport, but was, for some reason, a little uncomfortable. We didn't push it. All I said was, "sounds like a plan. Put in Harrison Ford, Mike."
The movie was action packed, but I could tell that Mike's mind was occupied with other more interesting action, as was mine. Joe didn't seem to notice and throughly enjoyed it. We smoked two more joints during the film. After the movie finished, it was Joe who brought up the Bi film. "OK let see the smut."
It was a real hot picture. Great looking men and women doing everything with everybody. My cock was hard as a brick and I'm sure everyone elses was too. About half way through the tape Joe stood up, a very noticable bulge straining the fabric covering his crotch. I wanted to drop to my knee there and then.
"I just can't take much more of this. I ain't had nothin' in months and I just gotta get out of here, hope you guys understand."
It was now or never. "Listen Joe," I said, "Mike and I hate to see you like this. And, we hate to see you it such need. We don't want you to get upset, but if we can help you out with your er, problem, we'd be more than willing. We don't expect anything in return, we just want you to lay back and enjoy while we take care of you." I finished in a rush, wanting to get it all out before I chickened out.
He just stood and stared at me, while two guys and a girl were sucking up a storm on the TV screen behind us. It seemed like 10 minutes before he spoke. "You guys. I don't think I can handle something like that. I'll be seeing you around." He almost ran for the door and was gone before either Mike or I moved.
"Well I guess we blew that," I said.
"More like we didn't blow that, and we aren't likely to either." Mike replied.
"Oh fucking well. Hope we didn't make an enemy. It won't be fun living next to somebody who hates us."
"Too late now. We'll just have to make the best of it."
We didn't see much sign of Joe for the next few days. He was gone in the morning and didn't get home until after dark, almost as if he was avoiding seeing us. I felt sure we'd alienated him forever. I felt bad, but at least he wasn't showing any signs of being hostile either.
Then on Wednesday Joe showed up at the back door just at dinner time. "I got some really killer weed and I thought you guys might like to share it with me," he said.
"Sounds great," I said, "want to stay for dinner? Mike's made meat loaf, mashed potatoes and green beans, there's plenty."
"Too good to pass up," he laughed and came through the sliding doors. He seemed as friendly as ever, but I didn't want to take any chances at insulting him so I quietly told Mike not to mention anything about sex during dinner. I didn't want him to think that the only thing about him we were interested in was his cock.
We ate dinner, Joe had two helpings. We joked around and made small talk, but you could tell Joe was not fully his old self, like he had something on his mind. I just thought he was still a little shy after our proposition the other night. Not bringing up sex I was sure was the right way to handle it. After dinner Joe rolled two joints and we smoked them around the uncleared table. He was right the stuff was dynamite. I was so high I thought I might fall if I tried to get up. We talked some more and before we knew it it was 9:30. Mike reminded us that he had to be up early the next morning; Joe took the hint and got up to go, though he seemed reluctant to do so.
Mike and I started to clear the table and load the dishwasher. We were nearly finished when we were startled by a knock at the slider. Mike turned on the patio light. Joe was standing there looking sheepish.
Mike unlocked and slide the door open. Joe blurted out in one streak, "were you guys serious about a blow job? Just promise me you won't ever tell anybody, but I'm dying. I haven't had a blow job in over a year, hell I haven't had any sex except for beating off."
Mike looked at me and I looked at him, we were both grinning from ear to ear. We promised to keep the secret to our graves and whisked Joe off to our bedroom as quickly as good taste would allow. In a matter of moments Mike and I had remove every stitch of his clothing and pushed him back onto our king sized bed. By the time his head hit the pillows his cock was rock hard. What a beauty. It was a respectable 7 inches, but it was the thickness that took our breaths away. It was just about the fattest cock I'd ever seen, and I've seen more than my share. I knelt next to him on the bed, bent forward and took that monster to the back of my throat in one gulp while Mike knelt on the foot of the bed and worked Joe's egg sized balls over with his tongue. We had him moaning and writhing and in only a matter of a minute he let loose a mighty roar and exploded a cascade of man juice down my throat that nearly choked me.
After I'd drained him dry I came off his cock and gave Mike a deep kiss passing half of Joe's thick load into his hungry mouth. I knew he was disappointed that he'd hadn't gotten a taste of the mighty meat, but the sweet taste of this stud's cum put a smile on his face.
"That was just about the best blow job I've ever gotten, sorry I shot so soon, but I just couldn't help it. The be able to last longer the second time around."
"You want to go another time?" I asked hopefully.
"I'm so horny I can go a second time easy." He was right. His dick was still as hard as it had been when we started and a river of clear pre-cum was bubbling out of the meaty head. Mike and I exchanged places and he gave Joe his best oral treatment while I made love to his big sex nuggets. He lasted about 10 minutes this time, before he gave Mike what he'd been working for. Mike shared the gift with me. Joe was still ready for more so for the third and last time that evening we attacked this flesh tower with our tongues from either until he sent shot after shot of cock snot between us covering our faces. We licked the masculine nectar from each other's face and fell back on the bed exhausted. Finally Joe seemed satisfied and his cock began to shrink back to its limp state.
Needless to say servicing Joe's cock became a regular part of our neighborly visit. Joe was the first "gentleman" who called on us for our particular services, but he surely wasn't the only one.
If you like this story, maybe I'll tell you about some of our other gentlemen callers.