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Slippery When Wet Ch. 1

By: Dan36



I had had a football party at my place and most of the guys had already left. I was in the process of finishing what was left to clean up. Thankfully, most of my friends had become helpful in that area, as most of them were married and had learned some domestic etiquette from their wives. My neighbor across the street was the only one left and insisted on helping me with the last of the chores. We finished up and grabbed a couple of cold ones from the fridge and sat down at my kitchen table.

Mark was gay but that didn’t bother me. It took him quite a while to confide in me of his sexual orientation, but he eventually did. Once we had heard a news bulletin before a game about a traffic tie-up downtown due to a gay pride parade. He tested me by making a sarcastic remark about gays and I just mentioned that we all have the right to free speech and that included gays as well. We got to talking and because of my live and let live attitude; he revealed his sexual orientation to me. 

I would have never figured him to be gay, as he seemed to be just like the rest of the guys I hung out with. Of course I had no idea what a gay person was like, as I had never had the opportunity to talk to one. I guess the only thing I had to go on was the stereotypical limp wrist, feminine voice type of thing. Mark didn’t seem to fit those criteria. I had assumed that he was divorced and lived alone like I was. I never did like poking into other people’s private lives or they to mine.

He was willing to talk about it if I brought it up, which I did on several occasions. I guess I had an academic curiosity of why people were gay. I thought it had mostly to do with the sex but that was probably due to society’s stereotype. Mark had told me that it was much more than the sex. That in many respects, it was much like a heterosexual relationship where there was love and commitment. He said there are some who seek the sex, but so do heterosexual people. He didn’t care for the gay bars and that scene and as far as the sex was concerned, he wanted that to be a part of a relationship and not some one-night stand. He had no desire for sexually transmitted diseases and was careful about that. I had wondered why I never saw anyone over at his place and he had told me that before his company had transferred him here, he had been in a long-term relationship with a guy, but that they had broken it off and he was just enjoying being himself for a while. I could relate to that as I had been in a couple of relationships since my divorce, but that they weren’t right for me so I decided to take a break from the dating scene.

Although Mark was OK with talking about his sexual orientation, we didn’t delve into the subject too much. He did bring more understanding about the issue to me. He had asked me one time if I had ever had a same sex experience and I told him that I hadn’t, but that I had thought about it wondering how one could desire having sex with someone of the same gender. I told him that although I knew when a guy was handsome, I had never desired to have sex with him and doubted that I could even get aroused. At the time, he told me that if I ever wanted to explore that aspect of my sexuality, he would be glad to help. I was embarrassed but jokingly said I’d be sure and let him know.

We sat around the table and had a few more beers, which I really didn’t need as I had put down a few during the game as well. I became a little bold and began to ask him about what it was like having sex with a guy. He too was feeling the beers and seemed comfortable with talking about it. It was interesting to me because it was like listening to a woman talk about having sex with a guy. As we talked, I could feel a subtle kind of arousal. I assumed that it was due to our conversation of a sexual nature. The details weren’t arousing as there wasn’t anything really new to me as a male he was describing, just that the conversation was about sex. I told him I just couldn’t see myself getting aroused by a guy. He asked me if I would like to find out.


I knew it was the beers but for some reason I felt I wanted to find out whether or not I could get aroused. I never would have gone out to actually explore this curiosity, but this seemed to be a good opportunity and with someone I could trust, so I said yes. He asked me if I was sure and I replied, not really, but if not now, I probably never would.

He asked me what I would be comfortable with doing and I told him some touching and stroking would tell me whether or not I would get aroused. He agreed and told me to just let him know if I became uncomfortable and we would stop. 

We went into my bedroom and I got undressed. I felt embarrassed being naked in front of him, so he suggested he get naked too so that we would be on equal footing. I said OK, so while he got undressed, I got on the bed. I still felt exposed so I laid on my side and watched him get undressed. When he was done, he got onto the bed beside me. He suggested I just lay on my back and relax. I must have looked pretty tense. I put a couple of pillows behind my head and lay back and closed my eyes. He picked up my limp penis and gently began to fondle it. It felt strange, not the physical feelings, but the mental feelings that a man was touching me this way. He just fondled me and once in a while would reach down and gently fondle my balls. I felt no arousal but I really didn’t think I would. He began to pull my foreskin down to the base of my penis and just hold it there. The air felt good on my exposed penis, but still I felt no sexual feelings. 

After several minutes I felt myself getting slightly erect, but this didn’t bother me as I get erections sometimes without any thought of sex. This allowed him more length to pull my foreskin up and down. I remember thinking how strange it was that he was now masturbating me in a way. Still I didn’t feel any sexual feelings or arousal and I remained semi-erect. In a way it did feel kind of good in a massage sort of way like someone massaging your arms or legs. It was relaxing in a way and I felt my embarrassment ease somewhat.

I wanted to tell him that I didn’t think I was going to get aroused, but at the same time I liked the way it made me relax. I became harder but this didn’t bother me. Eventually I became fully erect but still didn’t have any sexual feelings. He asked me how I was doing and I told him that I didn’t think I would get excited. He asked me if I wanted to stop and I told him that although I didn’t feel any sexual feelings, that I kind of enjoyed the massage. He continued stroking me slowly and lightly.

After about ten minutes I felt that slight tingle. At first I dismissed it, but eventually I could no longer deny it. It surprised me and I felt embarrassed by it. It didn’t seem to get any stronger so I thought maybe that was all I would feel. After a few more minutes of his manipulations though, it became stronger. I began to feel that warm, wet feeling deep inside me and I knew that my prostate was beginning to release my semen. I felt kind of panicky and considered having him stop. If I had him stop though, would he guess that I was getting excited. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to know that I was. For that matter, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know that I was. I decided to stay quiet in the hopes that I wouldn’t get anymore aroused. 

It became apparent though that I was getting even more aroused. My penis felt completely engorged. I found myself trying to think of other things to halt my arousal, but found instead this hidden part of my sexuality. I no longer tried to deny the feelings I was feeling but tried to sort them out as best I could. I had heard that nobody is totally heterosexual or homosexual, but somewhere in-between and in a way, this made sense to me but considered myself to be real close to 100% heterosexual. I had to admit to myself that yes, a man could sexually arouse me. In a way it was a revelation of a part of my sexuality that I had never know before and I was 43 years old.

He picked up his pace and wrapped his hand around my shaft. I knew by using his whole hand that more of the surface of my penis would get stimulation and I knew then that if he kept it up, I might even have an orgasm. His touching me was one thing because I hadn’t expected to even become aroused, but his creating me having an orgasm was something I hadn’t counted on. I wasn’t sure what to do.

I tried to think of how to deal with this but at the same time I could feel my arousal rising higher. Again, I thought about having him stop but I realized that deep down I didn’t want him to stop. This was another revelation to me.

I squinted my eyes open and saw him laying on his side with his head by my chest. He was looking right at my penis while he worked on me. I felt exposed but for some reason it turned me on that I was the center of his attention. I looked at his hand working on me and although it was so different to see a mans hand masturbating me, it sent a shiver down my groin and I felt myself twitch in his hand.

Before I thought about it, I spread my knees and legs wide apart. This startled me as it might indicate to him that I was getting aroused and that I was submitting to his stimulation. He did notice my action and asked me if I was getting aroused. I swallowed and told him I was. He asked me if I was Ok with that and I said, I think so. He slowed his pace back down and lightly wisped his fingers from the hot spot on the back of the head of my penis, to the base. I thought, he’s doing a really good job. Then I remembered reading somewhere years ago a lesbian saying, who knows better how to please you sexually than you or someone who has the same equipment and knows how to use it. 

After a couple of minutes of this, he again stroke me slowly. As slow as he masturbated me, I still felt an increase in my arousal. I found my breathing increase and my heart beat faster. He slowly picked up his pace and I felt another increase in my arousal. I was getting hot now and knew I getting closer to orgasm. I saw a drop of pre-cum build in the slit of my penis. For some reason, watching that drop get bigger turned me on. It also seemed to turn me on that he could see it too. It was mostly clear and the bigger it got the more it seemed to magnify dark hole in my slit. It got to where it was big enough and heavy enough that it began to fall off my penis. Mark caught it on the tip of a finger and licked it off. This surprised me but at the same it intrigued me. In a way he was accepting my sexuality and my cum was a part of that.

By now I was breathing pretty heavily and not trying to hide it. I was getting closer to a climax. At this point I realized that not only was I about to experience an orgasm, but that I would ejaculate too. I had never done this in front of a man and it gave me the feeling of being self conscious about peeing in a public men’s room. The thought came to me, Could I go this far. I knew what lay ahead of me, or did I?

Slippery When Wet Ch. 2



One part of me didn’t want him to see me ejaculate and the other did. The more I thought about it, the more exposed and vulnerable I felt and yet this very aspect excited me as well. I began to involuntarily wiggle my hips and move my legs. He slowed down again and lightly touched me. I knew he was teasing me. The thought that he knew when to tease me was exciting. A lot of women think that when a man gets more aroused, the faster they think he wants it, which isn’t so for the most part.

He began to alternate between lightly stroking me and then picking up his pace. I was getting close, but every time I got close to the point of no return, he would stop and tease me some more. It begin to feel like there was a gallon of semen just at the base of my penis and the desire for its release was strong. He seemed to know instinctively when I would reach the edge and this heightened my excitement. 

Although my desire for orgasm was strong, I still felt uneasy about it. He told me to let him know when I wanted to cum. I wasn’t sure if I could verbalize this desire to him, but after teasing me for so long I found myself thrusting into his hand for more stimulation. I would get close to the edge and back down. I could tell that he wasn’t going to make me cum until I gave him the word. 

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and told him I was ready and to make me cum. He picked up his pace and I felt the wave of going over the edge. He pulled my foreskin tautly down to the base of my penis but stopped and held it there. This triggered my orgasm but I became suspended in it. For what seemed like several seconds, I couldn’t move and it took my breath away. I wasn’t ejaculating and yet I was immersed in my orgasm. This was very strange to me. I looked at my penis and just as I did, I saw the first spurt of cum leap out of my slit. It landed on my stomach and I could feel its warmth. The second spurt came soon after followed by the third. He began to stroke me and a thick stream pumped out, slowing only in-between my ejaculatory convulsions. I closed my eyes and lay back on the pillows.

As I began to relax, I thought about what had happened. Not only was I able to get aroused by a man but I could have an orgasm as well. I felt Ok with this for some reason. I had experienced a new part of my sexuality and I accepted it.

I opened my eyes and looked at my penis. He still held me in his hands and I could see a thick drop still at my slit. I saw the puddles of cum on my stomach and felt a twitch or two in my penis. He let go of me and scooped up some of the cum off my stomach and begin to rub it onto my shaft. This surprised me but using my cum as a lubricant felt good. I had never thought about using semen as a lubricant and it excited me. He began to use more stimulation and his hand slid easily over my shaft. My penis was soon covered with my white creamy cum and I quickly became aroused again. Although no one had ever done this before, it seemed so natural to use this as a lubricant. 

I quickly grew excited watching him work my cum covered penis. After a while the cum began to lose some of its lubrication and became a little tacky. He asked me if I wanted more wetness and I said yes. He reached down and put me in his mouth and began to suck me. This sent shivers down my back and I began to slowly thrust into his mouth. The idea of him sucking my cum covered cock turned me on greatly and I could feel my orgasm come closer. It felt so good that I tried to prolong it and stopped my thrusting, letting him do the work. I could hear him sucking my wet organ and the sound became a turn on as well.

I could feel my new load well up within me and again my desire for release became stronger. I wanted to tell him to slow down and make it last but somehow I couldn’t. I begin to squirm around and knew the edge was getting closer. I then wondered if he would let me ejaculate into his mouth. A part of me didn’t want this to happen, but at the same time I wanted to. I began to worry that he might pull away at the last moment and I found myself wishing he would. Would he?



Slippery When Wet Ch. 3



He kept working me with his mouth, not fast nor too slow. My arousal was increasing slowly but steadily. I couldn't see much of what he was doing so I lay back on the bed. I had been curious whether a man could bring me to an orgasm and now I knew the answer to that question. I wondered why I was letting him continue, even though it felt good, with my eyes closed it could have been a woman sucking me. I now knew that if he continued, I would have another orgasm but his masturbating me seemed more intriguing than what he was doing now. It seemed so strange watching him stroke me as I had never had a man touch me sexually. Watching myself ejaculate in front of him was really intense and then watching him rub my semen around my penis and using it as a lubricant was also intensely sexual. But his sucking me didn't seem so intense until I grew rather aroused.

When I felt that wet, warm feeling deep down inside me, I agian began to wonder if he would let me cum in his mouth. The thought of him eating my cum seemed to turn me on, somewhat like when a woman eats me. In a way it's a form of acceptance I guess. Wondering if he would just increased my arousal. He was gay but I'm sure not all gay men enjoy eating semen and I began to hope sincerely that he would.

Soon, I began to breath harder and although I noticed it, I no longer worried that he would notice. I did begin to worry that he would pull me out of his mouth and although I didn't really understand why, I feverently wanted him to drink my cum.

I remembered a technique my ex wife had used when she was performing oral sex on me. When I was about to go over the edge, she would grip me at the base of my penis with her hand and leave only the head of my penis in her mouth. If my instinct to thrust was too much, she could control it with her hand, pulling the foreskin taughtly against the base, causing a little pain but would keep me from thrusting. She didn't mind the taste of my semen, but if the head was too far in her mouth at the time of my ejaculation, it would cause her gag reflex to become active. Later on, we had read that the instinct for a man to thrust is very primal, trying to insure that the sperm get as close to the egg as possible to ensure the survival of the species.

With this knowledge, I prepared myself to resist the urge to thrust in the hopes that he would leave me in his mouth. Instead of trying to hide my excitement, I did just the oppisite to give him an idea of when I was about to go over the edge so that he wouldn't be surprised. I began to moan and wiggle my hips a little, but tried not to move too much. This became difficult as I neared orgasm.

I knew I was about to go over the edge, so I grabbed bunches of the bed sheets so as not to instinctively grab his head and force it down on me. I let out a 'I'm cumming' moan. He pulled down on my foreskin but kept me in his mouth. The orgasm was intense and my ejaculatory spurts came in rapid succession. I could feel the contractions on his lips. I was afraid I was cumming too hard, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. He kept me in his mouth though and kept me there until my orgasm subsided. I couldn't tell if he had swallowed my cum and I began to worry that he might spit it out for some reason. However, he began to work my cum around in his mouth for a while and then I could tell he was swallowing it in small swallows, like he was enjoying the taste of my cum.

I felt light headed and I lay on my back to catch my breath. I felt kind of elated, not in a dirty way, that he had eaten my cum. I tried to understand this but couldn't quite figure it out. In a way it was simular to a woman eating me and yet different in that it was a man. I knew it made me feel that my sexuality was accepted by him and that we shared the same sexual organs which somehow made it seem OK. 

After a couple of minutes of catching my breath, I looked over at him. He too was lying on his back. I looked down at his penis. It was semi-erect. I wondered if by giving me a blow job, had it turned him on? I reached out and picked his penis up in my hand. How strange it felt to touch a man's penis as I had never done so before. It was warm and I just held it, amazed at seeing my hand holding it.

He told me that I ddin't have to reciprocate, but for some reason I wanted to even though it had been agreed upon that we would just see if I could get aroused by another man. I began to slowly masturbate him, slowly pulling his foreskin up and down his semi-erect shaft. It was somewhat of a stretch, so I scooted down further. Slowly he became hard and I enjoyed watching his erection grow. It seemed weird to be touching a man in such a sexual way, but at the same time it was intriguing. In a way it had nothing to do with him but more like masturbating myself but seeing it from a different perspective. 

He was probably the same size I was but it seemed bigger because of my close proximity to it. I did notice that his head had a more pronunced bell shape or flare to it then mine did. Being exposed to the air, it was dry but smooth and I began to feel the ridge build as he got even more erect. I remember reading once a statement by a lesbian womething to the effect that who better to please you sexually then someone with the same equipment. I decided to use the techniques that I used on myself when I masturbated. I wasn't one to hurry and get to the orgasm, but instead enjoyed the different stages of arousal. I would masturbate him slowly for a few minutes and then let go of him and then after several seconds just use just the tips of my fingers to run up and down his shaft.

I would repeat this several time and then pick up speed for a while, tugging a little harder when I pulled his foreskin down to the base. About this time I noticed his breathing becoming a little harder and I also noticed a little drop of transparent pre-cum appear in his slit. I realized that I was actually giving a man sexual pleasure and it seemed weird and yet I enjoyed it. I felt like I knew from my own maleness, what was happening to him. 

I couldn't seem to take my eyes off the drop of pre-cum. It grew in size until it magnafied his slit. I began to feel the slight tingle of my own sexuality and it surprised me that this drop of pre-cum was arousing me. It grew bigger and I waited for it to become heavy enough that it would eventually run off. I found myself wanting to lick it off but I was embarrassed to do so. It finally grew enough that it slowly rolled off his tip and landed on his stomach. Although it was clear, it was thick and left a thread from his slit hanging down to his stomach. Before I could think any further, I reached down and with my tongue, scooped the thread of pre-cum up into my mouth. It almost seemed instinctive to do this for some reason. It didn't have much taste but I liked it's texture. It was slightly thick and silky to my tongue.

I continued with the various techniques of masturbating him and he began to get more excited. Another drop of pre-cum began to build and again I watched it build, waiting for it to become big enough so that I could again lick it off. It didn't take long though and he became extrememly excited and I knew that I would make him cum soon. I wanted to put him in my mouth and have him ejaculate there, but at the same time I was hesitant about doing that. I had only tasted a small amount of my own semen, not even a full load, just some that had gotten on my fingers. Was I ready to take a full load in my mouth from another man? 

I had just planned to watch him ejuaculate but now I was torn between that and having him cum in my mouth. I decided that I would do as he had done to me. I at least wanted to see him ejaculate, so I picked up my pace and he begin to squrim and moan more. I stopped, knowing he was close to the edge and he involuntarily began thrusting into my hand. I would stroke him a couple of times and then stop and he would thrust again. I enjoyed him trying to fuck my hand. I wanted to tease him but I wanted to make him cum as well.

Fianlly I kept up a steady rhythm and in no time, he let out a grunt and I pulled the foreskin down to the base at the same time he thrust upward. His back arched and his first spurt shot out of his slit and I could actually hear the 'squirt'. The second spurt follwed the first one almost immediately, landing where the first one had landed, right above his belly button. I watched in amazement as he continued ejaculating. I had caused this orgasm and it seemed pretty intense for him. I kept milking him watching the spurts subside until just a white, thick thread hung down from his slit. Maybe it was because I was so close, but it seemed like he had ejaculated quite a volume of semen and in a way I was proud of getting so much from him.

He slowly settled back onto the bed and I scooped up a big puddle and began to work it into his shaft. He had already begun to go limp, but as I worked more of it around, he grew erect again. It felt warm and silky in my hand and it made his penis slippery and well lubricated. I watched intently as the white cum oozed between my fingers and coat his shaft in an opaque white gleam. I loved it's texture and knowing what it was turned me on. Eventually, I could smell it, remeinding me of freshly washed bed sheets. Even the smell of his cum seemed to turn me on. I knew then that I wanted to taste it.

I bent down and put his head into my mouth. I slowly took more of his shaft into my mouth. It was a wonderful feeling, being so slick and silky with his cum. His penis seemed much bigger in my mouth than I had thought. I wondered how women who had smaller mouths could encompass a full erect penis. I tried to taste his juices, but really couldn't taste anything. I could smell that slight 'clean' smell and that with the silky texture, aroused me more. I liked sucking on him as it was truly a first time experience. I remember thinking how sexual a penis was and knowing that I had caused it to ejaculate this white, creamy cum.

Within a few minutes, he bagan to moan and I knew that he was getting excited again. I was surprised that he was getting so excited in what seemed such a short time since he had cum before. I too was getting aroused and seeing him respond to my oral manipulations made me more so. Again I considered letting him ejaculate in my mouth, but this time I really wanted him to. I just had to make up my mind. I wanted to know what it was like, but could I actually go through with it?