John here.
So..... yeah. Erm, this is another of those posts that is going to get probably a little philosophical and psychological (not to mentioned ridiculously wordy and rambling), so to keep you interested, I'd better start out by saying that last night Claire and I had a threesome with another guy, and a large focus of this was him going down on me. I promise I'll describe this in detail towards the end of this post. That promise ought to get you through my inner musings!
Up in the little blurb text at the top of this page I put down that I was "(mostly) straight". Now, I don't know why I did this - it was a description that I devised on the spur of the moment when first setting up the blog, back in January. I initially wrote that I was straight, but for some reason I went back and added the "mostly" in brackets. I don't really know why I did.
I have never particularly been attracted to guys. I think, on the whole, I'm neutral on guys. I can look at an attractive bloke and think "Hmmm, objectively speaking, that individual is attractive", but it is nothing like the kind of hard-wired response I get when I observe an attractive female. There isn't much thinking going on when I observe an attractive female, it's more an automatic rush of blood to the head, so to speak. From this I can deduce that, basically, I am straight. I instinctively find women attractive, and find men kind of "meh". I certainly don't consider myself gay, or even really "Bi" - even now. I might change my mind on that. You, dear random internet stranger, may scoff that a man who received oral sex from another man would demur at describing himself as Bi, but nevertheless here I am; I am demurring. Sexuality is much less "binary" and much more gradated in nature than I think I ever knew. I had previously perhaps thought of myself as 100% straight - now I would put myself at about 97% straight. Maybe 98%.
In my youth I had one experimental encounter with another guy. I French-kissed my best friend in a moment of drunken experimentation. Whenever I recount this story (and that even includes now, recounting it to you, random stranger on the internet), I always feel the need to point out that we were encouraged by two equally drunk girls, who had been French kissing each other for our amusement and gratification, and asked us guys to kiss to show willing. Kissing my friend in this way, I realised two things: 1) When it comes to kissing, for me, only one of the people should have facial hair, and 2) My friend's girlfriend was a lucky lady - he had good technique! I suppose the third thing I realised, but perhaps not until years later, was that I didn't freak out over this incident. It was weird and unusual, but not bad. It didn't even really cause a problem between my friend and I; obviously it's not the sort of think we reminisce about when we meet up for beers or anything, but I don't think either of us has a big problem with it. We got drunk, kissed, it didn't really do anything for either of us - end of story. No harm, no foul.
Ooh, there was one other time, as a teenager, when I was particularly horny, in bed late at night, and flicking through TV channels, desperately searching for the barest glimpse of a nipple or buttock in order to come. Eventually I switched to a random arty film, and there were two guys getting it on in a sports cupboard. The scene wasn't particularly graphic - just buttocks thrusting back and forth and lots of moaning - but it was the first bit of flesh I'd been able to find in about 40 minutes worth of channel-hopping, so I thought "what the hell" and came. The two guys moaning was, I think, what did it for me: people enjoying sex is sexy. I undeniably prefer it if at least one of the participants is female, but still: people enjoying sex is sexy.
So there you are - one kiss, and one quick hand-shandy to a late-night TV gay sex scene - is the sum total of my same-sex experience. Up until yesterday.
Yesterday afternoon, Claire and I had the sudden and unexpected good fortune of free childcare, as our son went over to a friends for a night. Our thoughts immediately turned to sex with random strangers - as it always seems to these days! There were a few couples that we have been sending flirty online messages to, but none were free at such short notice. So in the early evening, we got ourselves all nicely tarted up and sexily dressed, and went on the webcam to try and advertise our availability and sexiness, and find another couple. We had lots of responses from single blokes who were very keen on meeting Claire and her assets, and one couple who were game for a soft swap (which means mutual oral sex, for those not in the know!), but who were unfortunately about a 90 mile round-trip away. Then we saw a message from someone offering a free blowjob; they were only around 30 miles away. Result! We started chatting.
It soon became very clear that the guy who we were chatting to (who shall hereafter be known as "The Guy", always in speech marks, because I feel like it and I never caught his name) was one half of a couple, who both enjoyed going down on men. It was only him who was available on that night though. "The Guy" considered him straight, because (as he said to me) "99% of the time I like women. It's just that, occasionally, I feel like sucking cock". Fair enough I thought - whatever floats your boat! Claire then made it clear that she would be amazingly aroused by another man sucking my cock. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by this, since I never tire of seeing my missus eating out another woman's pussy, or having another woman go down on her, but still - I was surprised! I think I was mostly surprised because she seemed to think this could be something that might happen. I then realised I was actively considering it. "The Guy" made it clear he would be happy to do whatever I was comfortable with, up to and including not even speaking - just meeting up, sucking my cock (with the help of Claire, or without, - my choice), and then fucking off. Essentially, I could dictate the terms of the encounter.
I think that might have played a big part in persuading me to go ahead. I do love receiving oral - who doesn't?! I mean I really love it. It is something I always feel grateful for - it is essentially someone else doing something exclusively for your own enjoyment, not theirs. To be in a situation where there were to be three people in a room, and I was one of those three and the centre of attention, and the other two there to please and pleasure me - well, I found the idea powerfully attractive. "The Guy" sent through his picture, and I suppose it kind of sealed the deal. He was clean shaven, and attractive. Again, I didn't think "Phwoar!", but neither did I think "Bleeeaugh!" - I thought "Hmmm, objectively speaking, that individual is attractive - I suppose I will consent to allow him to suck my cock!"
So, a quick internet-booking of a cheap hotel about half-way between us, and we set off on our way, stopping only to pick up some cans of coke for me to use as mixers with the Jack Daniels I had packed. (If you thought I was going to enter into this enterprise sober, you were completely mistaken!). Once in the hotel room, I down a couple of JD&C's in quick succession, to steel-myself - then got naked, and on the bed. Claire stripped down to a sexy bra and panties set, as "The Guy" knocked on the door. He was remarkably un-phased by the situation, and came across as being pretty relaxed and friendly - which are, in retrospect, two traits you really need if you are going to offer random blowjobs to strangers on the internet.
He quickly stripped naked, and lay on the bed sucking my cock. Claire expressed an approval with an "Oh, wow", and started to kiss and lick my balls. Now, I have to admit, looking down and seeing a guy sucking my cock was weird. Very weird. It was difficult for me to stay hard to begin with - the situation was unusual, and the reality of the situation was kind of kicking in. Things got better when I had Claire's boobs smooshed in my face (but then everything is always better with boobs smooshed in your face). If I concentrated on the sensation of the oral sex, it felt very nice - "The Guy" clearly knew what he was doing! But, try as I might, every time I looked down, and saw a man munching on my nethers, well, it felt kind of weird. Not bad, but not particularly good either - kind of neutral. And who wants to feel neutral during sex? No-one.
Things improved massively when we went into a three-way oral sex type situation, with me going down on Claire, Claire going down on "The Guy", and "The Guy" going down on me. I found it much easier to concentrate on the niceness of the sensation of receiving oral pleasure when my field of vision was filled with my wife's inner thighs and pussy (she does have an awesomely attractive pussy!). Things started heating up, and after a while both Claire and "The Guy" Started going down on me simultaneously. This was the first point where I truly managed to stop freaking-out over the situation and actually enjoy it. At this point in the proceedings, I couldn't determine who was doing what, and it all felt nice - very nice! I was finally, properly into it. Then "The Guy" said he wanted to taste my cock after it had been in Claire. So, he laid on the bed, on his back, and Claire knelt on all fours and sucked his cock, whilst I fucked her doggy style from behind. Every so often I would pull out, and he would suck my cock. I was still really enjoying things at this stage stage: I was getting caught up in the obvious enjoyment of both Claire and "The Guy".
Finally, I told them both I wanted to come on both of their faces, and they both agreed. To put it bluntly, I wound up shooting a ridiculously large quantity of semen at both of their faces, at remarkable velocity. Honestly. My cum-shot can be something to behold, and may well form the basis of a future post. I have hit walls - I have, and I kid you not, even hit ceilings. So, I gave them both a mouthful / eyeful / hairful. I then sat on the couch whilst Claire finished off "The Guy" with her immaculate technique.
Once we were all sated, as we leisurely got dressed, we made polite small-talk. I suppose what struck me in the immediate aftermath of our fun and games, was how un-seedy it felt. It could have felt really bad, or guilty, or seedy. As it was, it was three grown adults participating in consensual fun - we all took care of each other, made sure we were all okay with what was going on. The proceedings were interspersed with compliments and encouragement, and the whole thing worked really well from that aspect. (I think a threesome is naturally an easier sexual combination to get working well than a foursome.) From the brief conversation with "The Guy" before he headed off home, we actually found we had a lot in common with him. Then, it was time to go - him giving my wife a kiss, and me a handshake and a smile.
That, in retrospect, is pretty funny - He sucked my cock but didn't go in for a peck on my cheek! It's a strange world we live in, but it wouldn't do for us all to be the same, now would it!
If you have made it this far, congratulations! You have survived John's patented "Rambling wall of Text"! Here's your prize: go have a shufty at this, you dirty little Herbert.....
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