Perspectives Ch. 19-20

What happened next really hooked me. Jason looked toward me from his kneeling position on the floor at the foot of the bed and locked eyes with mine as he leaned forward and swiped his tongue along the underside of my dickhead. I might have to put it in the running for one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. Uh... Wait a minute. I'm married right? To a woman!

It's hard to put in words the way I was feeling. This man. This co-worker. This guy who I'd come to think of as a friend. Now, he was on his knees, licking my dick like it was the only thing in the world that he ever wanted to...OH MY GOD! He's licking my fuckin' balls! I couldn't stop a soft moan from escaping my lips. My balls never got the sort of attention anymore that I wish they would. The last time anyone really did right by my balls was a couple decades ago in college when I let a buddy of mine who liked dick blow me. It sort of became our thing during that last semester of college. Truth be told, if I could live it down with my uptight family, I'd have failed all my classes just to get held back for a second Senior year just to have the opportunity to have his mouth work on me for another whole year!

I almost didn't want his tongue to leave my balls...especially after he took each of my nuts into his mouth separately. Shit, that was good! But, as I looked down the length of my body to see my already-leaking dick hovering over my lower torso, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I wanted my load somewhere else instead of dotting my chest and stomach. I reached down and ran my hand the up the side of Jason's face, hoping he'd understand what I wanted. I didn't want to speak, afraid I'd break whatever spell we were both under.

Luckily, he got the hint. I guess we truly were on the same wavelength. Taking one last swipe at my balls with his tongue, he licked his way back up my shaft until he began to engulf my dick. As he began to bob up and down on me with varying speed, it occurred to me that it had been a long time since I'd had as good of a blowie as Jason was giving me. Laura was never any good at sucking dick. In fact, I usually had to make up excuses to keep her mouth away from it when we'd have sex. Telling her that she was awful at giving head didn't seem like a move that wouldn't result in me getting frozen-out for several months.

But, Jason... Jason definitely knew what he was doing. More than once, he brought me almost to the edge. And, just when I'd be ready to warn him that it was time, he'd pull back to keep me from going over the edge. I threw my head back again and let out another soft moan. My eyes were closed and the image that flooded my mind was my dream from earlier. All I could see was me fucking Jason on this same bed. I didn't care anymore whether or not that was a bridge I shouldn't cross. I knew I wanted to cross it! The next thing I knew, I was moaning out, "Oh, Jason. Oh...! Damn, that's good."

As if hearing me call out his name was all he needed, it was like a switch flipped. Jason began bobbing up and down on my dick like he was trying to break the land speed record for dick sucking. Not too much later, I was close again. This time, he wouldn't back off. "Hey. I'm about to cum!" I gasped out. It only seemed right that I warn him.

He didn't stop. He obviously wanted my load. And I sure as fuck wanted him to have it! The last thing I remember was shot after shot exploding out of me. It had been several days since I'd gotten off, so I knew my load would be pretty big. I have to confess that I don't know whether or not Jason was able to take it all. Once I went over the edge, I slammed myself back onto the mattress with my eyes closed, riding out the wave of passion that my dick and balls had unleashed. I wanted that feeling to last for as long as possible!

I had to keep telling myself that it was just a blowjob. There was no need to make this into something it wasn't. And what it wasn't was the beginning of a new chapter of my life. I had my wife. I had my kids. I had my family. I had my friends. Nothing was going to change. It wasn't even the first time another guy had blown me. It was just a blowjob.

Except, I couldn't push aside how I was feeling. Even though I'd only admitted that I wanted this less than an hour ago, if I was honest, I'd wanted it for a lot longer. Maybe not as long as Jason's been wanting it. But, I'd wanted it for a while. And, now that I'd gotten it, I wasn't sure that I could stop myself from wanting it again and wanting more. And that both frightened and excited me.

I turned my head sideways and was surprised to see Jason lying next to me on the bed. I'd been so lost in my own thoughts that I hadn't even felt him climb up next to me. Despite the clutter in my mind, I needed him to know one thing for certain. I grinned at him. "Wow! That's one of the best blowjobs I've ever gotten, Jason! I'd forgotten how good guys are at sucking dick."

The look on his face was priceless and hilarious. "You mean, I'm not the first guy to blow you?"

I couldn't stifle a little laughter. Ironic that someone so good at sucking dick was sheltered enough that it had never entered his mind that I might have had prior experience with guys. "No. A couple of my friends from college are gay. I used to let them do it when we were in school. It's been probably twenty years since I've had a guy suck me, though."

"I hope I lived up to your memories from back then."

There was a hopeful and earnest look on Jason's face when he asked that. So cute... Shit! I've gotta stop thinking like that!! "I'll deny I said it if they ever find out, but you were better than either of them."

"Better than your wife?" he asked. I noticed him cringe immediately after asking. And truthfully, I bristled a little inside at hearing her mentioned.

My knee-jerk reaction under normal circumstances would've been to fly off the handle a little bit. But, I'd done that already earlier, hadn't I? I suppose it was only natural, given the level of intimacy that Jason and I had just shared that he'd feel comfortable asking me such a question. I decided to laugh it off and answer him honestly instead of putting up some sort of front. "Oh yeah. By a mile. She's horrible at it! I actually actively discourage her from blowing me when we have sex because she's such a clumsy mess when she tries to. Unfortunately, that means I've gone without a blow job for too many years to count!"

"Hey, I'm just glad you agreed to let me. It's what I've been wanting ever since I met you." When I felt my back cramping up slightly, I shifted my body. I think he might have taken that as me feeling uncomfortable with where the conversation was going. "Uh, John. I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

Maybe I should've been uncomfortable with the things he'd just said. But truthfully, I wasn't. There was a sense of peace and contentment that had washed over me. I wasn't uptight. I wasn't defensive. I just wanted to be honest and open...have an easy conversation with a friend who I'd just become closer with. A LOT closer. I smiled at him to reassure him. "It's okay, Jason. I know." Suddenly feeling worried that maybe whatever fantasies he'd been having for all of these years might've been left down, I added. "I hope I lived up to your fantasy."

My body quivered at his touch as he reached over to pat my shoulder before answering. "No worries on that score. You passed with flying colors!"

Nothing could've wiped the smile from my face at that moment. We'd both lived up to each other's idea of what this moment might be like. Now, it was time to deal with the fallout. 'What's next?' was suddenly at the forefront of my mind. Before we could even talk about that, I had to know for sure how Jason felt about me. My voice pierced the silence in the room and caused Jason to turn back to look at me. "So... I have a question for you."

"Okay." Was that hesitation that I read on his face or I was projecting my own emotions onto him?

"Did you mean everything you said about me to that concierge earlier?"

"What do you mean?" he asked me. He even perfected a confused look on his face. I hadn't asked him the question in Mandarin. He knew damn well what I was asking.

I knew a stalling tactic when I heard one. I'd employed a few of my own in my time on Earth. "When I was looking for you earlier and I found you talking to that guy in the lobby, I walked up and heard you saying that I'm the most handsome man you've ever met and that I don't know what a great guy I am. Did you really mean that?"

"John, I don't think you heard me correctly."

More stalling. Inside, I rolled my eyes at him while I immediately shot back, "Don't even try it! I know what I heard. Now be honest with me. Did you mean it?"

"Yeah. I did. Everything you heard me say was the truth. But, before you start thinking that I've fallen in love with you, or something, you should know that I also told Pete that I have absolutely no desire to take you away from your family."

I knew every word he'd said to the concierge was true. It was the biggest reason I'd decided to go through with letting Jason suck me...knowing that he wouldn't become obsessed with me and try to ruin my life. I grinned at him. I was completely enjoying this totally honest conversation we were having. It was bringing us closer than I'd ever thought possible. "I know. I heard that part, too. It's just that...he looked at me before he prompted you to say those things, so I wasn't sure if you were being honest or if he had signaled to you that I was standing behind you."

"No. I meant every word I said. If you weren't married and you were into guys, I'd snap you up in a heartbeat!"

"Thanks, Jason. That means a lot. I don't get a lot of positive reinforcement at home." Okay. Maybe I'd just been TOO honest. I hadn't wanted to make myself too vulnerable to anyone. Letting Jason know about that part of my life might've been giving him ammunition to use against me later. Somehow, though, when I looked into his eyes, I knew I was safe. And it was safe for him with me.

I'm not sure what came over me. Maybe it was the lingering afterglow of shooting my load down Jason's throat. Maybe it was how close I was feeling to him. But, the next thing I knew, I had leaned toward him and kissed him. It was just a soft kiss...not even overly romantic. But, it surprised me when he didn't kiss me too. Without thinking, I leaned forward again. This time, he met me in the middle and we kissed again. At first, it was soft like the kiss I'd just given him was. But, it lingered and continued, growing more passionate and more intense with every passing second.

I'd never done this before...kissed a guy. This is something I'd never let either of my college buddies do. It was amazing! If I'd known before that kissing guys made me feel this way, I'd have done it sooner...and a lot more often! As if it was a completely natural thing for me to be doing, my tongue began pressing against his lips, beckoning them to open. And, just like we were made for each other, his lips open and my tongue snaked into his mouth. Shit, this was getting deep! And I had no intention of yanking on my lifeline to be pulled to safety. I was lost in the passion of the moment!

The next thing I knew, I had rolled on top of Jason and our bodies were writhing against each other. I was rock hard again and I felt the bulge in his pants rubbing against me as I ground my crotch against him. Judging by what was happening here, I wasn't going to have to have a conversation with him about us fucking. That's where we were already heading with no words needing to be spoken. As we kissed and ground our bodies together, our eyes - not to mention our hard dicks - said everything our lips weren't free to say at the moment.

I broke free from his embrace and his lip lock long enough to tower above him. I reached down and grabbed my shirttail, lifting it above my head, breaking his gaze just long enough to free my chest from its fabric confines. Jason reached out to grab my yet-again-leaking dick to stroke it.

I wanted this...wanted him! I knew he wanted me too. And I was damn sure we were both going to get exactly what we wanted!