Come On Over

When I started this new job, I knew it would be a longer drive every day across the state line and back. It was a small company of about 6 guys and I had taken a pay cut too, but I wanted a change in my life. I always had the office-style job, sitting in a cubicle counting away the boredom. When this new job opened up, I was excited because it put me out in the field with a company van and a bunch of tough technician tools like those I used to pretend when I was a kid. Every evening after a long day of work, although honestly not too strenuous, I felt more masculine with a great sense of accomplishment because I could remember each task I completed throughout the day's schedule. No more staring at a computer screen or Zoom meeting. And the people I worked with were no-nonsense, straight-shooting, tell it like it is types. No more corporate office bullshit. I loved it!

One of the technicians I worked with was named Adam. He was about my age and a bluegrass playing, weekend farming, beer drinking, God-fearing, good ol' boy with an ugly farmer's wife and a few kids. He was about 50 pounds heavier and slightly shorter than my slim 6'1" 165lb frame. Adam and I were into all types of music and so our friendship hit it off pretty well when I first started the job. We'd work on a few projects together, but mostly we'd work on our own and I'd only see him quickly in the morning. After a few weeks of working there, he invited me to his house and all day drinking would become normal routine. We would talk about the job, talk about the stupid things his kids would do, talk about new business ideas, and we'd talk about a thousand women more attractive than his wife. He was a boobs guy. I was more of a butt guy. Being an active musician before, he'd always have stories... although I think he knew that I knew they were almost always exaggerated.

After about three months of driving back and forth across the state line every workday morning and evening, I decided to get an apartment closer to the shop. I found an awesome 1-bedroom with a large living room, large bedroom, and a tiny kitchen. I never was much of a cook, but Adam was really talented and always had women tripping over themselves when he'd prepare a dish. He was one of those types that had little pieces he'd tear off of whatever he was cooking and offer you a bite with a "Here, take this. Try this." approach that was impossible to refuse. He practically put it in your mouth. And everything he created had amazing flavor. I could understand how girls immediately melted after this perfectly seasoned food placed delicately on their tongue by his very strong and manly hands. I try not to admit, but I even felt a little flutter myself at few times. The food was that good.

But Adam complained about his wife constantly. And she was not attractive. Didn't even try to be anymore. And they never have sex anymore, he says. I feel like all she did was constantly nag him, which obviously frustrated him and pushed him further away. It made no sense to me, but I'd sit there and listen with my occasional words of wisdom. Although I was not married and have only dated seriously about 3 different girls, I acted like I had some expertise and, honestly, I just wanted to keep the conversation going on to whatever the next topic would be before the next beer. I'd offer advice but it never seems like he would follow through or he'd try and she would ruin it. He continued to act as if I had the answer, but I didn't know what solution he was looking for as nothing I suggested seem to solve his problems.

It was the weekend goal to avoid going in the house and talking to his wife at all costs, but he didn't have a bathroom in the detached garage so when you had to take a pee it was a short walk out the side door to relieve yourself outside aiming for the shrubs near the wall. As the day and night wore on, istanbul escort we'd each go out pretty frequently as the beer goes right through you, until the one time when we both went out at the same time.

There we both stood outside in the partially darkened eve, with our stance oriented toward the garage wall, and a small strip of light coming out of the side windows the garage. We were both heavily intoxicated at that point and, standing there, I couldn't resist the chance to try and sneak a peak.

I don't consider myself gay, but I was drawn to the curious idea of what his dick might look like. I tried to be casual about my sight line, but in an instant I suddenly felt like he caught me looking so I froze staring forward, finished up peeing, and we both went inside. After a few more beers, I called it a night and drove home.

The next Saturday, he decided to come over to my apartment. We just about alternated every weekend of who would be at who's place. When it was colder weather, we'd always end up inside my apartment instead of his cold detached garage. He had brought over beer, but I already had a lot in my fridge too, so it was obviously going to be one of those typical, unproductive weekend days.

I had a guitar and electric piano in the bedroom portion of my apartment, so we were sitting there making up some music while other music was still playing in the living room on the TV. It was a typical mini-party with us getting intoxicated and talking. As typical with drinking, he paused for a moment with the grand announcement, "I've got to pee. Be right back."

The bathroom was a door connected as part off the bedroom, so he jumped in there while I stopped playing the piano and waited on the bed until he came back.

It was a thin door and I could hear him pretty clearly when, while urinating, he shouts out "Oh hey, I wanted to ask you something about last week." The toilet flushes and he opens the door. "Do you remember when we were peeing outside last week?"

Oh no. He did notice me. I'm busted. Here he is standing very powerfully at the doorway of the bathroom looking at me sitting on the edge of my bed. "Um, yeah. What about it?", I say.

Just then, his whole face suddenly changed from the judgemental God-fearing good ol' boy to... I don't know.. something else. Something different. He had a slight smirk and put his arms out as if he wanted a hug then says, "Stand up. Come here."

What? What the fuck is this? He hates tree-huger types. It was about 3:00pm in the afternoon and we had started drinking a long time ago, so I wasn't entirely processing as much as I should've been but I stood up and walked over. Then, he hugs me. His head on the side of my head, his arms around my waist... he's fucking hugging me? Before I can think of a word to say about this strange moment, his hands then slide down my back and he's now rubbing and squeezing my butt. I kind of like it, surprisingly, and I'm trying hard not to react for fear of overreacting. His hands slide back up my waste and he retracts the hug.

Then looking directly in my eyes as we're both standing there he says, "You were trying to see my dick, right? Don't be afraid about it, but don't lie about it either." My mouth turned dry and I'm sure my face turned white.

I had a million excuses, lies, explanations, my mind was racing with that flight or fight feeling and somehow I finally edged out a whispered "Yes" with a nod of my head.

He smiles.

"I wasn't sure when to bring it up. I was excited and looking forward to coming over today because I've been thinking about it all week." he says. "Remember how I'm always talking about my wife? How we never have sex anymore? How I miss getting blowjobs since we got married? I've been trying to drop hints all this time."

My mind was blown. Thinking rus escort back, I see it all clearly now but I was too naive to make a connection.

"I knew you were looking. I've caught you checking out my crotch lots of times when we're drinking and I'm standing but you're sitting."

Oh my God, is he gay? Is he into other guys besides just me? All we've ever talked about is girls.

"So, are you gay then?" I don't know how I even asked those words considering my nervous and anxious body trembling with this conversation.

"No, but I thought you might be. Or maybe you're bi, I don't know. Either way, if you want to play with my dick I'm up for that."

WHAT?? Oh man, just like that? I'm about ready to cum in my pants just thinking about this discussion and now he's giving me the world's biggest and brightest green light! I'm frozen in indecision. I can't bring myself to take the next step or say what I really want to say... I'm going to ruin it. I'm going to lose my chance! Speak up, stupid!

Seeing my indecision and hesitation, he then boldly says, "You want to?".

Holy shit. A yes and no answer. A warmth of calm comes over me and I take in a deep breath. "Absolutely," I answer.

He moves the guitar off the bed and over to the side, then takes off his shoes. With one big arm stretch and arch of his back, he crawls over and lays down in the middle of the bed.

My bed! He's laying there with his head on my pillows and his white socks poking out of the bottom of his jeans. The music playing in the living room is become the anthem to this journey of mine as I can't stop standing there looking at him.

His arms now both up and behind his head, "What do you want do, little girl?"

Instantly, flashes of my past interwoven fantasies of how I liked guys, but also liked girls, but wished I could sometimes wear a skirt, but love that I have a dick, to pretending to have pigtails, to leaving the cubicle life for a physical labor job... and Little Girl, he calls me. Yep, I want to be that today. Come to think of it, I have always been a feminine guy and he's seeing me better than I see myself. All these times that I've been hanging around, I'm attracted to this guy.

I carefully detach my belt buckle and pull the belt through the loops so it won't be getting in the way, then I find my way toward the space he created on the left side of the bed and sit there kneeling. With my hands still shaking, I reach towards his belt buckle and slowly take it apart. My hands are so close to his dick tucked underneath, but I'm trying to slow the moment in my never-before-experienced excitement. I tug on the buckleside of his belt and he arches his back to help it pull through. I set it aside and start to unbutton his long sleeve shirt from the waist up eventually revealing his slightly hair-covered chest but then I notice a few buttons below his waist of his still tucked in shirt are caught, so I pull up the bottom of the shirt and undo it all.

Rubbing my hand up and down the middle of his chest, I'm amazed at how natural this feels. I thought it would be awkward or perhaps repulsive, but instead I'm drawn in and start to rub his stomach side to side. I'm remove my hands and move my face towards the space between his breasts and begin leaving a path of small kisses continuing down toward his belly button. I look up to his face for a moment to see his smile and devilishly say, "Like this?"

You couldn't stop me now, no matter if he replied or not. I continued to kiss, now below his belly button and getting closer to the top of his jeans. Tugging on them just a bit to reveal the elastic of his boxers, I lay one more kiss right on the elastic.

Oh, the first smell! I could ever so slightly smell his balls and it was wildly intoxicating. Almost put in a meditative trance, şişli escort it was extremely comforting. I popped out the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down until it wouldn't go any lower. Without a pause, he immediately lifted his butt and extended his hands to help push down his own jeans. I took them down the rest of his legs and let them fall on to the carpeted floor.

With white socks, slightly hairy legs, and red silk boxers he laid there waiting. I was in control. I enjoyed my kissing, so I worked my way up the inside of his left leg. I could see his dick twitching and bouncing his boxers. Oh my God, this is really happening! I take both hands and grab the top of his boxer elastic to lift up and then down-around his now fully erect dick. "Wow", I said out loud before I caught myself. "And you're not going to tell anyone about this?" I say.

"If you like it, we can do it again whenever you want." What a perfect answer. I was thinking the same thing.

His dick is long and straight, about 7 inches. It's about the thickness of two fingers and his balls are slightly uneven in size with about an inch of hair below. He keeps his pubic hair trimmed short, but still about 1/4 inch in length. The head is just slightly darker than his shaft with a perfect helmet, slightly oval. To say that I was worshiping this dick would be an understatement.

I had known him for almost two years and to be living this fantasy... I licked my lips and began softly kissing up and down the head and shaft, taking in deep breaths through my nose of this amazing scent. With my right hand, I grabbed the base to aim it more upright and then wrapped my lips around the head. I expected it to have a taste, but it didn't. Just tasted like skin, I guess. But what it felt like in my mouth was like a drug. I have my best friend's dick my mouth and I'm causing him to breathe heavier and twitch. I'm sucking a dick and I like it.

Continuing to bob his dick in and out of my mouth, I try to go deeper but I easily gag so I'm careful not to take too much. I want all of him inside me though. I want his cum inside me. I want it. I taste just a bit of precum on the tip of his dick and its sweet. It's probably been 10 minutes or so and I'm still sucking, mostly his head, while jerking him off with my hand. And then suddenly, he starts to shift.

"Oh. I'm going to cum. Yes, keep that there. Oh, yes. Fuck yes." I feel his head grow in my mouth. His balls rise and tighten. And then cum, cum, cum. Each shot hits me like a heat wave and I'm slurping to taste each drop. It's texture is gooey and its taste is salty but not overpowering. And its hot. I let it slide down my throat but I can't let go of his dick as it keeps throbbing. He grabs my head and his fingers slowly go through my hair. And then he lets out a long exhale.

"Holy shit", he says. "Are you sure you've never done that before? I can't remember when I've had a blowjob like that. Wow dude. Oh my God. We might be starting a new thing here."

I laid my head down on his stomach, staring at his dick now slightly shrinking, playing and twirling it with my right index finger, smelling the cum in my throat and the few drips on his skin I missed. I could feel the cum in my own boxers from the experience and excitement.

Don't misunderstand, I love to fuck girls. I love that feeling of their sweet pussy all over my dick. I love how girls smell. I love licking pussy and her taste. But I liked this too. I guess, with the right guy, I am bi.

After the chill set in of lying there undressed, I helped hand him his clothes and I changed my underwear. We went back to the living room and drank another 5 beers or so, but we kept looking at each other with a smirk. We talked about a lot of things that night about old friends, girls, and sex.

As he left on his way out the door, he asked "You want to get together tomorrow?"

Without hesitation, "Absolutely." I don't know if it will be tomorrow or not, but one day soon I'm going to let this guy fuck me. When he was feeling my ass earlier was one of those hints, right?