I knew my prude wife would not accept the idea of me being with a man. She balked even at sucking me. Fucking her ass was out of the question.
Alan had opened the possibility for me to explore my urges for cock in my mouth, up my ass, cum shooting into me.
I hardly prepared at all. I did soap and fingerfuck my ass when showering. It got a butt plug, just a little one from the sex toy shop and wore it whenever possible.
My decision made, at the next opportunity of time alone with Alan, I came right out and told him.
Alan and I were sharing some single malt scotch, screwing up my courage to get the screwing I wanted. The telly helped. We were watching sporters playing football - okay, soccer to you American blokes. Emboldened by the scotch, inspired by the players in their short shorts, I blurted right out, "Alan I want to suck you, suck your cock, drink your cum. I want you to fuck me."
Alan was shocked it seemed. "You sure?" he asked.
"Absolutely certain," I answered. "I have wanted cock for years, yours only in recent months. I am tired of waiting. Show me, please, how to suck your cock, how to take it up my ass?"
Alan grinned and moved to me, put his arm around me. He felt my chest, smoothed his hand over my belly, reached into my trackies to grasp my precum-leaking stiffy. He kissed me on the mouth.
"Oh, Ian," Alan said when he felt me shudder, heard me breathing slowly, responding to his kiss with my tongue twisting in our mouths with his. "Oh, you are going to like this so much." |