Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2023 10:25:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Ben Johnson Subject: Being a Dutiful Husband - Chapter 2 (Bisexual/Authoritarian } Being a Dutiful Husband - Part 2 Leaving my wife to her friends and book club, I went into my home office. I needed to get some work done before the start of the weekend but I had a hard (pun intended) time not thinking about my encounter with Carlos. As my mind wandered into the back of Carlos' car and fondly recalling my recent encounter, I started to think about how I got here. What were the events that shaped me into becoming a cocksucking whore? It all goes back to my junior high school days. I am in my early 50s now, so this would have been in the early 80s. Back then, I was a gangly kid, a ginger, with red hair and freckles. This was the time of VHS video recorders. I still remember when my Dad brought home our first one. It was the coolest thing ever. We can record shows and watch them whenever we want? You have got to be kidding me! It was a gigantic leap into the future. It also led to my discovery of porn. Not long after getting the video recorder, I found a stack of unmarked cassettes in my Dad's closet (yes, I was snooping). It turns out that they were porn movies. There were ones with John Holmes. One was `Deep Throat' with Linda Lovelace. But my favorite was `The Devil in Miss Jones.' The music, the filming, the story, it really got to me. The next day I was talking to my best friend, Dave, and he was telling me about these porno mags that his older brother has. Magazines? That is so 1970s... I told Dave about my Dad's porn movies and he was immediately interested. Typically, on Fridays, my parents would go out to dinner with some friends and my older sisters would be out with their boyfriends. It meant that I had the house to myself for a few hours. I asked my Mom if it was okay if Dave came over for a sleepover and she was happy that I had someone to hang out with. "As long as its okay with Dave's Mom, be my guest, sweetie." "Thanks, Mom! We are going to have an all night game fest." I let Dave know that Friday was good to go and he was stoked to see what I was talking about. Friday night came around and Dave came over at about 6. My parents left shortly thereafter and both of my sisters were out by 7. Dave was similar in age to me but was a grade behind me. I was in 8th grade and he was in 7th. Dave had sandy blonde hair that went over his ears. He was a good looking kid, which was no surprise because his Mom was a knockout. As soon as my second sister had closed the door behind her, Dave said "Okay, buddy, let's see what you've been talking about!" We went to the bedroom that my Dad used as his office and I went into his filing cabinet. The filing cabinet had four drawers. The second from the bottom had a bunch of hanging file folders that made it look like the drawer was full. However, if you pulled all of the folders forward, toward the front of the cabinet, there was a bunch of space in the back of the drawer which is where my Dad kept the porn. I pulled out the tapes and we started watching them. Dave had the same reaction I had, just kind of open mouthed, staring at the raunchy images on the screen. Neither one of us knew about masturbation but we were both hard as a rock. I put the tapes back before my folks got home and Dave and I continued to hang out and we both had a difficult time talking about anything other than what we watched. After everyone was in bed, Dave and I were laying on the floor of the family room in our sleeping bags and continued to whisper to each other about what we watched. "Can you believe she took that guy's dick all the way down her throat?" "Does that even feel good?" I replied. "What's it like to have someone's thing in your mouth?" "Let's do it like we saw in the movie! We can pretend like we are teaching each other." Dave was really rubbing his boner through his underwear. He wanted it – we both wanted it. "Who goes first?" I asked. "Rock, paper, scissors to decide it!" We both crawled out of our sleeping bags, kneeled, facing each other with our boy dicks straining against our underwear and we stared at each other for a long moment. "Ready?" I asked. "One, two, three, shoe!" Dave did paper while I had a rock. Damn! I thought to myself. Dave just smiled wickedly. He laid back down and pulled off his Fruit of the Looms. His large dick, already hard just flopped down on his belly. I crawled between his legs and got close to his cock. The first thing that struck me was the smell. We were both clean kids and it was clear that Dave had showered before he came over. There was no b.o. but the flesh of his dick smelled... different. A slightly sweet aroma that over the years I have sniffed again and again from my partners. In any event, the aroma was disarming, as I wrapped a couple of fingers around his shaft to tilt it back toward my mouth. The next thing I knew I had a cock in my mouth! I tried to tell myself that this wasn't gay, that we were just experimenting but it didn't change the fact that I was now a cocksucker. While I didn't know it at the time, Dave had one of the most attractive dicks I have ever been close to. He was cut and had a bulbous head that felt amazing in my mouth. To this day, I still occasionally think about that beautiful dick. I tried to mimic what we saw in the various movies and even tried to deepthroat him. I quickly gagged and just focused on licking and sucking around his head. I must've done okay because after a couple of minutes he groaned and thrust his hips up and my mouth started feeling full of liquid. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom to spit out his cum and returned. "How was it?" I tentatively asked. "Pretty fuckin' hot." He replied. "My turn!" I laid down and pulled my underwear off. Credit to Dave for getting down there and returning the favor. Post nut clarity would always immediately diminish my mood and waves of guilt would pass through me. Dave was a trooper, however, and repeated the favor and I quickly realized how good getting a blow job felt. I didn't last long and shot my load into Dave's mouth. He casually got up and went to the bathroom, I assume to spit out like I did and came back a few moments later. We didn't really have much to say to each other at that point and we both just got back into our sleeping bags and went to sleep. Over the next couple of months, being randy teenagers, we would repeat this encounter, always under the auspice that we were just experimenting or testing. I even got to fuck Dave's ass but I was never willing to reciprocate because that would be gay, Am I right? I was really kind of a jerk, as I thought back on it. One time, we even 69'd but that was not as cool as it sounded. At that age it was tough to focus on both giving and receiving. The saddest part my memories was that Dave had learned that his family was moving to Washington soon and we would no longer be hanging out. Our friendship became kind of twisted due to our sex games and it already being awkward teenagers, it made our relationship weird, at least for me. I didn't know what I was feeling or how to express myself. It came to a conclusion one August night. We were in the backyard of a neighbor's house who was on vacation so no one was there. We were both horny and decided to suck each other off. We did rock, paper, scissors and this time I won. I pulled off my shorts and sat on the neighbor's patio table while Dave sat on the chair and got between my legs and sucked me off. It was great! Unfortunately, when it came time for his turn, I was feeling so guilty after cumming, I could only muster the courage to suck him for a few moments and stopped and said "I gotta go home." We didn't talk much after that and Dave moved away shortly thereafter. Over the years, as I have come to know myself better, I would beat myself up for being such an ass. I would love to meet-up with Dave again and apologize for my juvenile behavior. And... maybe get another crack at his beautiful cock. As I continued my reverie, I heard the book club breaking up in the living room and over the next 10 to 15 minutes, my wife's friends left. I tried to focus on getting my work done and as I was composing an e-mail, Ann popped her head into the room, "Ready for some fun?" Her devious smile belied her words. My cock, already hard thinking about my encounter earlier in the day and also thinking about my youth, strained against my boxers. "Get your clothes off and get into position on the bed! I will be in shortly." Hmmm, what kind of surprise does she have in store for me?