More Than I’d Expected

I sat quietly in ninth grade math, bored out of my mind but trying to pay attention. I was no genius but the subject just didn’t push my buttons. Then quietly, Mike turned and handed me a small, folded note. (This was decades before texting, so people would pass notes sometimes.) Mike was a friend but not usually one of my main buddies, so this surprised me a bit. I discretely opened it and read,

“Hank told me you and him used to mess around. He doesn’t now, but do you still do that?”

Hank was a guy that introduced me to stripping and playing with ourselves, but he since lost interest in boys because he ‘wasn’t a faggot’, we quit that stuff. But I still played around with a neighbor sometimes. Might be fun to get together with Mike. I replied, “Yeah, sometimes. What are you thinking?”

Well it went from there. We discussed what we had done, and neither of us had cum in a mouth or taken it in our mouth. We decided to try that. Hank was a small dicked guy, only about 4” hard, but both Mike and I were seven plussers. The idea of having a big cock in our mouths was hot. We met up one day after school for some fun. First we got naked and played with each other, then took turns sucking cock. When we were ready, I went down on Mike’s member and worked it, faster and harder, until he groaned and I felt him throb, and he gave me a load of his spunk. We traded places and he took in as much of me as he could, then slid on and off until I shot my load in his mouth.

We thought it was great fun but didn’t like the taste. We didn’t repeat this, but on occasion over the next forty years, I fantasized about it when masturbating. Sometimes I’d prop up my body and shoot my cum in my own mouth. I still wasn’t crazy about the taste but it was fun for a change.

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I was sitting in the lunchroom at work. My usual crowd was off preparing for a presentation, so I sat alone. Then I noticed the woman from a different workgroup also sitting alone. I’d noticed her before, she was really cute and had a nice smile. Kinda tall too, I’m a six footer and she was about five-ten. I picked up my tray and went over to her and asked if I could join her. “Sure, have a seat,” she said. Extending her hand, she said, “I’m Karen.” I took her hand and told her, “John. Nice to meet you.”

The conversation just started to flow. Next thing I knew it was time to head back to our desks. I offered, “Hey, I’ll see you at lunch again. Deal?” “You’re on.”

Lunches together became a regular thing, and eventually I asked her out, then we found ourselves spending a lot of time together. We’d sit at one of our places and watch TV or a movie, or grab a bite to eat and walk. After some time, I started to feel amorous and I thought she did too. She had a really cute figure, in a sexy cute way, and being a boob man I couldn’t help but notice her shapely B cups. I’d hold her hand or cuddle up and touch her leg. But after a bit, she would move away; still very friendly but not acting like she wanted more.