He Was Totally Straight While Sucking My Cock
Hide Your Husbands, Part 10
“So you’re not attracted to men?” I asked.
Tim took a generous swallow of his old fashioned. The Humble Bar was half full for a weeknight. A cluster of Puerto Rican retirees argued loudly at a table of dominos, and a couple languidly flirted over a game of pool in the back. Chicago’s wet summer air curled through the open door with the evening sounds of Humboldt Park at play.
“I know it sounds strange,” said my date for the evening. Tim’s fiery red hair was buzzed short, and an immaculately trimmed beard lined his chiseled jaw. According to his dating profile, he was “heteroflexible,” and “attracted to femme body types, but loves sucking cock.” No one would accuse me of a femme body type, yet here he was, and I certainly didn't mind the view.
“I mean, you’re an attractive guy, I can tell,” Tim continued. “But I’m not gay or anything. I love my wife. It’s just…well, cock. I can’t get enough of it.”
I glanced at the bartender, who was doing a heroic job of pretending not to listen. She’d quickly learned I made up for my sobriety with gay dates well worth the people watching. “And how exactly did you figure that out?” I asked. “In my experience you need to go through the man to get to the cock.”
“Oh, that was my bro Bruce,” Tim said. “We’ve been best friends forever. But sometimes we’ve experimented with each other. And his dick…” his eyes closed as he trailed off, a slight flush spreading over his cheeks. “I don’t know what it is,” he concluded. “Bruce is straight too; we're just good bros. But ever since we…well, I can’t get enough of it now.”
He drained his old fashioned while I thought over his pitch. Tim was fun enough, in a nerdy sort of way: he worked in PR for some tech platform I’d never heard of. And he did have a certain nervous enthusiasm. His confusion over his orientation was weird; on the other hand, I had no small sympathy for men who “loved their wives” all the way to fucking men instead. After all, I’d been one of them once.
“So, let me get this straight,” I said. “You’re looking for cocks to suck. You’re not attracted to me, so you don’t want anything in return. All you want is to suck me off and to go right back to your wife?”
“Yes, exactly!” Tim said, his eyes lighting up. Okay, that was hot enough.
“I can work with that,” I said, getting to my feet. “Let’s go.”
I tossed my keys on their tray as Tim closed my apartment door behind me. I could hear his heavy breathing, feel it on my neck. My tiny window AC groaned with the effort of keeping my living room lukewarm in the Chicago oven.
“So, uh…how's this work?” Tim said behind me. I stifled a chuckle; he must be completely new to this. I wondered how much of his story about “Bruce” was even real. And here I had him eating out of my hand.
I felt his eyes on me as I stepped into my living room, darkened but for the street lights bleeding through the shades. It was ridiculous, and ridiculously hot. I was already stiffening as I turned to face him. His dark eyes glimmered with anticipation, nerves, hunger.
“So,” I said. “You want to suck my bisexual cock.”
His words died on his lips as my hand slid into my pants. He bit his lip as I played with myself, eyes locked on his prize out of sight.
“Well?” I asked.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I…”
He trailed off again as I opened my pants. My swelling head bulged out of my fist, my shaft hardening further at his stare. His stupefied wonder filled me with giddy delight. Did he look at his wife's pussy with the same glazed hunger? When was the last time she even showed him?
Tim took a halting step forward. His fingers trembled as he reached for my cock. I caught his hand before he could, smirking as I towered over him.
“Yes, what?” I said.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “I want to suck it,” he said.
I pulled his arm down, till he got on his knees with an excited whimper. His fiery beard was so close I could taste it, hovering inches away from my straining cock. I clenched my jaw with my own restraint, still holding back from his gorgeous, fuckable face.
“What’s that you said?” I asked. His mouth watered as I brought my rigid head almost to his lips, so close and yet still short. He tried to take me in, his tongue extending in desperation.
But I still held back, seizing his jaw to stop him short. “What exactly do you want to suck, straight boy?” I growled.
Tim clutched at my thighs, sending a shiver up my back. “I want to suck your bisexual cock,” he said in a pleading whine. “Let me suck it, please…”
His words muffled into a gurgling moan as I slid my head through his lips. Lightning raced down my shaft as he took me in, his tongue sliding over me in lavish, slow flutters. He was a wet, adoring inferno, slathering my aching rod with affection as he worked his way down.
I caught his face in my hands as he sucked, feeling his fiery bristle slide between my fingers. He bobbed on my cock with glee, working from side to side, his tongue lapping my shaft with abandon. Pleasure rolled through me with his strokes, trembling in my hands and shaking in my thighs.
“Play with my balls,” I grunted. He eagerly complied, sliding his fingers through my sack, warm and exhilarating. I gripped his head and thrust, grinding my head deeper in his mouth, in his gurgling throat. He thrust back in response, taking almost all of me before coming up for air with a hot, desperate gasp.
My legs quaked with pleasure as he sucked and lapped me closer. I fucked his gorgeous straight face in short, hot thrusts to his happy, adoring moans. His eyes rolled back with pleasure as he took me in, delirious and determined. He was a desperate hunger in my hands, insatiable and gurgling with every inch he could take.
I groaned with strained pleasure as he devoured me anew. His tongue fluttered over my head, a relentless blur that wound me tight as piano wire. My cock seethed under his lapping, raging with every wild stroke, with his beautiful lips rolling down and sucking in. He took me in with abandon, heedless of my warning tap on his shoulder as the last of my restraint frayed, snapped.
I howled with pleasure as my cock exploded in his mouth. I split apart at the seams, each burst of cum shaking my entire body. Relentless light blew me apart in the darkness room, wave after wave of unbearable, insatiable release emptying into his worshipful, gorgeous straight mouth.
“Mmph!” Tim squeaked, my cum leaking out of his mouth. He pulled off of me as I kept pulsing, shooting ropes onto his slick face as he desperately swallowed. I chuckled through my groans as I twitched a few final times. When he finished swallowing I fed him my cock again, growling with renewed pleasure at his attention.
Finally I hauled him to his feet. He squeaked in surprise as I brought him close, licking my cum off of his face, slow and deliberate. When I pulled back he gaped at me silently, wonder and confusion in his dark eyes.
“What a very straight blow job,” I said with a smirk. “Come back anytime.”
Tim laughed nervously. “That was…incredible,” he said. “Is it okay if I wash my face before I go back to Karen?”
I paused at the name. “Karen,” I repeated.
“My wife,” Tim explained. I shrugged and gestured him towards my bathroom. It was probably a coincidence; it was a really common name.
A buzzing caught my attention as Tim closed the door. He had dropped his phone on my ottoman.
And he had just gotten a text from Karen. That Karen.
Oh, shit.
I feel like I shouldn’t have read this whilst at work.