Though Beau and I were busy with work and family, we made a point to get together for pizza and beer every Thursday evening. Our wives found the ritual endearing, so they tolerated it without complaint. Now that it was October, night descended far more quickly, and it was already dark when I entered the restaurant. "Sorry I'm late," I told my friend. "Shit got crazy just before I left work. You know how it is."
"I sure do. And it's no problem, Dennis. I ordered our usual." Beau wore a t-shirt and jeans, while I was still in business casual. I poured myself a glass of beer from the pitcher on the table, then took several big swallows. I noticed Beau regarding me with a raised eyebrow. Though he and I were the same age, a little over forty, I thought he looked at least five years younger. My graying hair was starting to thin at the crown, but Beau's was still full and dark. He wore his a little longer than my workplace would have deemed appropriate, but then, Beau always got away with stuff like that. He was a charmer through and through.
"It's been a shitty week," I told him before gulping down even more beer.
"I'm definitely sensing that." He leaned forward, arms crossed on the table. "You want to talk about it?"
"Ah, work's always stressful; I feel like I'm constantly putting out fires there. And Connie..." I hesitated to say anything about my wife, even to Beau. I knew I could trust him, but it still felt wrong to discuss intimate details of my marriage. Beau and his wife seemed happy enough, so I had to wonder if my issue with Connie was because of something I was doing wrong.
Our pizza arrived before I could say anything else. Beau and I always ordered it with the works, and it was always delicious. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I took that first bite. "So what were you saying about Connie? Is everything okay?" Beau asked before starting on his own slice.
"Oh, yeah. It's just that there's very little, uh, action going on in the bedroom," I said. Beau listened intently while keeping his expression neutral. "And don't get me wrong; I understand Connie is even busier than I am. She's a mom working a full-time job, and since she's in her mid-forties, I'm thinking there might be hormonal stuff happening. The nights are cooler now, but she runs the A/C full blast because of hot flashes." My friend nodded but didn't speak. "Anyway, the last thing I'm going to do is complain to her about the lack of sex, but physically, it's a little frustrating." Releasing a sigh, I decided to shut the hell up and focus on drinking my beer.
"Hey, I understand," Beau said. "Sandra and I still have sex about once a week, but..."
I couldn't hide my shock. Once a week? I would have given my left nut to be having sex once a week! I was lucky to get it once a month. Holding up my hand to stop my friend, I said, "You hear that, Beau? That's the sound of the world's tiniest violin playing for you right now."
"Hey, fuck you, man!" Beau said through his laughter. "I'm trying to be sympathetic here."
"Try again," I retorted.
Beau rubbed his chin, appearing thoughtful. "How about this, then?" He leaned closer and lowered his voice. I noticed his dark green eyes held a kind of heat I'd never seen before. "I'll blow you, and you can jerk me off."
I almost spat out the mouthful of beer I was trying to swallow. It ended up going down the wrong pipe, and I hacked until my eyes watered. Beau waved off the server who'd given me a worried look. "Are you serious?" I finally managed to choke out.
My thoughts skipped back to that night several years ago when Beau had gotten shitfaced at the New Year's Eve party Connie always insisted on throwing at our house. My friend and I had gone outside in the hopes that the cold air would sober him up a little. Instead, he ended up confessing that he'd experimented with a few guys during college, and he wondered if he'd missed out by settling down with one woman. I'd had no idea Beau was bisexual; by the time we'd become friends in our late twenties, he was already married. It didn't change my feelings toward him, but after that night, we'd never spoken about it again.
Now Beau's stare held a challenge. He waited for me to compose myself, then said, "Look, Dennis, I know you're straight, but beggars can't be choosers. I realized recently how much I miss sucking cock, so this could be a good thing for both of us."
I had no idea what to say. It felt like my mind was sorting through a thousand thoughts a minute. I was ashamed that some of those thoughts centered around the idea of Beau sucking me off. But if I happened to say yes--and that was a big if--what if he burst out laughing and said he was only joking?
My friend seemed to sense my struggle to form a response. "Hey, forget I mentioned it," he said. "It was just a suggestion, but I realize now it's not a good idea."
"Wait." My voice struck an urgent note, and Beau looked at me in surprise. After glancing around to make sure I wouldn't be overheard, I asked quietly, "If I were to say yes, how would we, you know, go about doing it?"
Beau considered my question for a moment. "There's a park within easy walking distance from here. I sometimes go there on my lunch break just to get outside for a bit. It has a walking trail that leads into some woods."
"I know where it is, but doesn't the place close at dark?"
"I doubt the cops are monitoring it, Dennis." Beau lifted his glass to his lips, keeping his gaze on me all the while.
I squirmed under his scrutiny. While he seemed cool about the whole thing, my stomach had tightened into a ball of nerves. If someone were to catch us in that park, what excuse could we possibly offer for trespassing there? Yet I knew my quickening pulse was due to more than anxiety; my cock was already stiffening in my pants. Before I could lose my nerve, I blurted out, "Let's go then."
Beau's eyes widened a little. "Now?"
"No time like the present," I said, trying to sound casual. "This is the only chance we'll have to get together for a week."
Beau hesitated, and I wondered if he would be the one to chicken out. Instead, he signaled for our server to bring the check. "You two finished already?" she asked, eyeing the unfinished beer and pizza. "Was everything okay?"
Beau gave her one of his winning smiles. "It was wonderful, as always. But something's come up, and we need to get going."
Something had definitely come up, all right. My cock was getting harder by the minute.
Once we'd paid for the meal and left the restaurant, Beau and I set off for the park. We didn't speak much as we walked; it seemed our need for conversation had been satisfied back at the restaurant, and we now had more pressing desires. The night had grown chilly, but my face was hot despite the cool air. Looking around, I saw the street was lined with office buildings, along with a few small shops. The area was quiet now that it was well past quitting time.
We soon reached the park. It was smaller than I'd thought, with just a few tables and benches. I doubted the woods would provide much cover. "Are you sure about this?" I murmured to Beau.
"It's fine," he said, and I allowed his confidence to persuade me. At least there was a brick wall bordering the front of the park that would conceal us from passing vehicles. The place seemed completely deserted, and I grew bolder while hurrying with Beau toward the walking trail. He took out his phone to activate the flashlight. I was surprised at how secluded the woods felt as we made our way deeper between the trees. It didn't take long for the parking lot to disappear from view.
Beau stopped in front of a large oak. "Just lean against the tree, and I'll take care of the rest," he told me.
I watched as he turned off the flashlight, casting us into deeper shadow. I could barely make out his face. Taking a deep breath, I did as Beau said. I'd lost my erection while worrying about us getting caught, but as my friend began unbuttoning my pants, I quickly grew semi-hard. I didn't want to think too long about what that might mean, and Beau didn't give me a chance to dwell on it, for he soon had my cock free. The first stroke of his hand made me moan. We were about the same height, and as he stood before me, using a gentle touch, I felt his breath on my face. I could tell he was excited, too.
Beau didn't say a word before dropping to his knees before me. I tensed in anticipation, still incredulous that my friend and I were doing this. Then I felt his tongue swirl around the head of my cock, and that was all it took to make me abandon my inhibitions. I tried not to make too much noise, but holy shit, his mouth was incredible! Warm and wet, it surrounded my tip. Closing my eyes, I struggled to control my rapid breathing. Beau pulled my pants and underwear down around my thighs, then released his own moan just before massaging my sack. "Oh, fuck!" I whispered. He licked the underside of my cock, his tongue traveling from base to tip. I couldn't stop myself from resting a hand on his head. This was such an intimate act, and it seemed strange, even wrong, not to touch him at all.
Beau was intent on kissing the entire length of my dick before nuzzling my balls. Of course, I'd never dreamed he would be kneeling before me and licking my nuts tonight, so I hadn't done any manscaping, but Beau didn't seem to mind my untamed pubes. If anything, he seemed hungry for my scent, for the taste of my skin. My knees buckled when he took my cock between his lips. "Please," I moaned.
While sucking my cockhead, Beau swept his tongue over my slit. I heard him unzip his jeans, and the thought of him taking out his dick made me tremble. I found myself wishing I could see him more clearly. Then I remembered what he'd said in the restaurant. He didn't expect me to blow him, but he did want a handjob after this. When I imagined taking him in my hand and stroking his cock, I thrust deeper into his mouth.
Beau rewarded me by making an effort to accept every inch. I let out a faint cry when his nose reached my pubic hair. He was trying to swallow my entire dick! I was astonished at his eagerness. This wasn't some chore waiting for him at the end of the day, the way it seemed to be for Connie when she decided to give me a blowjob. No, Beau seemed to derive plenty of pleasure from the act, and our excitement ricocheted back and forth, building to a crescendo.
When Beau finally gagged on my length, he pulled off to draw in several deep breaths. But instead of settling for just my cockhead, he went right back to deepthroating my dick. I moaned even louder as his throat muscles worked around my tip. My fingers tightened their grip on his hair. "I'm getting close. You want me to come in your mouth?" I was dying to do just that.
He allowed my dick to escape his lips long enough to pant, "Fuck, yes! Give me your cum, Dennis!" Then he took me in his mouth again. While gripping my ass, Beau returned to sucking my cock. The sounds emerging from his throat made my balls tighten. I couldn't resist grabbing his hair in both hands and fucking his face with shallow thrusts. He allowed me to use his mouth for my pleasure, and I realized this was a first for me. I'd never dared to be this aggressive with a woman while she gave me a blowjob.
I was shaking by the time I climaxed. My groans sounded far too loud in the stillness surrounding us, but I couldn't stop them. I heard Beau swallowing down each spurt of my semen. Knowing how much he craved it made even more cum erupt from my cock. Even after I was finished, Beau licked me clean. It was as if he didn't want to miss out on a single drop. He gave my tip a few more licks while I stroked his hair.
"Let me take care of you," I said in a husky voice.
Beau climbed to his feet, and I turned him away from me so I could reach around and grasp his dick. Jesus, it felt thick! He gasped at my touch, and as I grazed his slit with my thumb, I gathered up an ample amount of precum. "It won't take me long," Beau assured me. "I got so fucking hard while sucking you off."
With my arms wrapped around Beau, I could feel he was lean and strong in the places where I'd begun to grow soft. My lips were close to his ear, and as I began stroking him, I couldn't help but whisper, "You've got a nice, thick cock for me, don't you? Tonight, it's all mine."
"Fuck, yes! I love being your cumslut, Dennis!"
While Beau's words shocked me, they didn't turn me off in the least. I dared to thrust against him while jerking him faster. "If I'd known what an amazing cocksucker you are, I would have let you blow me a long time ago."
Beau cried out, far louder than I had. "Christ, you're gonna make me come!" His cock twitched in my hand. I loved knowing I excited him so much. Listening to his gasps and groans, I had to admit I enjoyed jerking him off. When he'd first suggested it, I didn't think I would. But it was so easy between us, so... natural. We instinctively knew what the other wanted.
Beau's breath caught in his throat as his muscles tensed. "Fuck!" he said, his voice strained. His dick pulsed fiercely while he came. As his pleasured grunts faded to a whimper, he leaned back against me. I slowed my stroking but didn't stop until I was sure I'd drained him dry. "You wouldn't believe how much I needed that!"