0 comments/ 115587 views/ 20 favorites How Curious Are You? By: SimonSays1 I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at my watch as I climbed into the car and settled back in the passenger seat. It was only just after three in the afternoon, but it felt a lot later. I glanced across at Andy, one of my business partners, as he slipped behind the steering wheel. His sigh of relief matched mine. The meeting we had just been too had not gone well. "Only two more to go," I reminded him with a grin which was meant to cheer him up. "Yeah – and let's hope that they go better than that one!" he told me, his anger barely controlled as we roared out of the car park. We couldn't understand why the meeting had gone so badly. It was one of a series we were having with different clients. Andy was moving to another part of the business, and the meetings had been arranged so that he could introduce me as the new contact for the clients he had previously looked after. This meeting was meant to have been one of the easiest – the client had already agreed to the change, and was someone Andy had known for a number of years. Instead, at the meeting, the client had just moaned about just about everything we had ever done for him. "And he's let himself go – he's getting fat!" Andy suddenly exclaimed, his annoyance more than obvious. I would have laughed, but I'm used to Andy – ever since I found out that he was gay, I've become used to his occasional outbursts, the comments that often only he can get away with. And over the last year or so, he has been more and more open with me about his life, which couldn't be more different than mine. After all, I'm married with kids, whereas he - at thirty - is a few years younger than me, lives alone, parties hard, and professes to dislike children of all ages. "And to think that I used to fancy him!" This time I had to laugh. I looked across at him, just catching his sideways glance. We laughed again, relaxing a little. "So who do you fancy now?" I asked through my laughter. At first I didn't realise that Andy had stopped laughing, that there was suddenly some tension around him again. My laughter faded away as I looked at him. "You of course," he told me, his eyes on mine rather than on the road. He steered the car across to the side of the road and pulled to a stop. "You are as curious as I think you are, aren't you?" he asked, his hand slipping onto my thigh, squeezing me gently. "Is it that obvious?" I murmured, blushing furiously. "Let's just say I guessed," Andy told me. But as I felt his eyes on me, I knew that he hadn't guessed everything. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was right that I was curious – very curious in fact. But he hadn't yet guessed that by now I only wanted to satisfy that curiosity with one man – him. I suppose that I've been curious about other men for a good few years, but in the last two or three years the feelings have intensified to the stage where I can almost feel another man's cock in my hand instead of mine as I lay awake at night thinking about it, to where I can almost taste the cock I've never sucked but want to. Until four months ago, I just wanted to do these things, if only once. I wanted to touch another man, to feel his cock growing, hardening, in my hand, to feel his excitement as he was feeling mine. I wanted to suck a nice hard cock – and have mine sucked in return, sucked roughly, by a man kneeling at my feet. It wasn't as if I would look at a particular man, and think that I wanted his cock, or wanted him to have mine. It was just a feeling, a feeling that was growing, was intensifying. A feeling I knew I had to do something about – and soon. I've known for a long time that Andy was gay. It wasn't something we talked about much, but over the years as our friendship built, he was more open about what he got up to, his feelings, the difficulties he had faced. He had even sought my advice on occasions about how he should deal with different things. As my curiosity about other men, about being with another man, grew, Andy never really came into my thoughts. Until four months ago, there was no one specific in my mind – just a need, a growing need that I had to do something about. But then I saw Andy naked - and everything changed. It happened while we were away overnight on a Strategy Conference with the business, with other senior staff and managers. After the first few sessions, a group of us decided to take a swim at the Hotel's fitness club in an attempt to unwind before dinner. I was a bit late arriving at the pool, so most of the others were starting to leave by the time I arrived. Andy was still in the pool though, and we ended up swimming a few lengths together, before heading back to the changing rooms. I automatically opened my locker, and pulled my towel out ready for a quick shower. As I stripped off my trunks, the changing room was empty apart from Andy and me. As I stood naked, my back to him, something made me glimpse at the mirror to my side. Andy was stood naked as well, looking at me. As I looked at him in the mirror, I could sense his eyes on me. I'm quite lean, but firmly muscled, and I could feel his eyes raking down my back and legs, feel them staring at my firm ass. I looked back at him through the mirror, knowing that he couldn't see me looking in his direction. He was thicker set than I'd imagined, his chest and legs heavily muscled, his belly almost flat. But it was his cock that I was drawn to. It hung heavily over his balls, the tip partially exposed as his skin peeled back. At first, I thought that he looked as if he might be getting an erection – but then I realised it was the thickness of his cock, his length and the way it curved over his tight balls, that gave that impression. I stared at him for what seemed like an age, but which was probably only a few seconds, unable to move, willing him to catch me looking at him, willing his twitching cock to rise. But it was then that I realised that my own cock was erect – and not just normally erect. When I glanced down, I don't think I'd ever seen my cock as hard or as long or as thick as it was then. In a panic, I grabbed my towel and fled to the showers, my cock waving about in front of me. I dragged the shower curtain closed behind me and leant against the wall, my heart thumping. It was only then that I thought clearly enough to realise that my body had shielded my reaction from Andy. I looked down again, and still my cock jutted out, almost obscenely, from my body. I reached down and touched my cock tentatively, feeling the strength, the heat, of my erection, of my reaction to seeing Andy, burning into my hand. I stroked along my shaft, stifling a moan of exquisite pleasure. I stroked my shaft faster, my hand becoming a blur until seconds later my cum exploded out of my cock, thick ropes of it splattering on the wall opposite me. I stood gasping, visions of Andy, of his cock, imprinted on my mind, wishing it was his hand on my still erect cock. And from then on I knew that just being curious wasn't enough, that I had to do something about it, that I had to satisfy my curiosity – with Andy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So," Andy went on, "Just how curious are you?" "Sorry," I muttered, shaking my head as I tried to get my thoughts together. "You heard," he laughed, giving my thigh another squeeze. I felt my cock rising as he left his hand resting on my leg while he looked at me carefully. I don't know if he realised what was happening to my cock, how I was reacting to his touch, but at that moment he turned back towards the front, started up the engine and pulled back onto the road. "Fancy a drink?" he asked. I nodded dumbly, not daring to speak. I didn't ask where we were going, and it wasn't until we were almost there that I realised that we were heading towards Andy's house in a small village just outside of town. He pulled up onto the drive, the car tyres crunching on the gravel. We sat still in the car for a few seconds, listening to the ticking of the engine as it cooled, before Andy leant over me and opened the door. As I climbed out of the car, I looked around, as if I was wondering what I was doing there, before following Andy indoors. I'd been to his house several times before, but this time it felt different, very different. Andy led the way into the house. I didn't say a word as he phoned the office and told them that we'd been delayed, and that we wouldn't be back in the office for the rest of the afternoon. He then led me through to the kitchen and pulled open the fridge. He lifted out a bottle of wine in one hand and some beers in the other, holding them out to me to choose. I nodded at the wine. "Good choice," he told me with a smile. I watched while he opened the wine, my cock starting to bulge again as I wondered where I was heading. I followed Andy as he picked up the bottle and two glasses and led the way out onto the patio, my eyes drifting down to his ass, firm inside his tightly cut trousers. The wide patio overlooked a long garden, which was mostly grass, with tall trees and hedges around the outside. There were a few big, comfortable conservatory type chairs scattered around, along with a couple of sun beds, and a wider chair that could easily sit three or four people. The view was spectacular, looking out over open countryside, with no one overlooking the house or garden. It was totally peaceful – and private. We kicked our shoes off and settled down into a couple of the chairs. Nothing was said for a while as we sipped at our wine and enjoyed the afternoon sun, but my mind was a total blur of conflicting thoughts and emotions. My cock kept rising at the thought of what could happen, of what I thought I wanted, but then falling again as doubts crept in. It was a while before Andy broke the silence. "You never did answer my question," he reminded me. I looked at him quizzically, not sure what he meant. "How curious are you?" he reminded me, before adding "What do you want?" He looked at me closely before he spoke again. "I know what I want," he told me, his hand on my leg again, high up on my thigh, "But only if you want the same thing." "Yes," I groaned, not trusting myself to say more. And then Andy did something that hadn't been in my plans. He leant over and kissed me. At first I just didn't know what to do as I felt his slightly rough lips on mine, the tip of his tongue sliding across my equally dry lips. But then my instincts took over and I kissed him back, our lips pressing closer together, our tongues flicking across each other. It felt different, different to any other kiss I'd shared, and the longer it went on, the more I wanted it to last. I've got no idea how long that first kiss went on, but by the time Andy leant back away from me, my cock was painfully hard. I looked at him, swallowing hard before speaking. "Ask me again," I told him. He paused for just a second. "How curious are you?" he asked for the third time. "Very," was all the answer I needed to give. With that, Andy took my glass and put it with his on a side table. He moved across and knelt in front of me, his hands on the tops of my thighs. My legs automatically swung apart as he looked at me, as I nodded. He slipped his hands along my thighs, squeezing, caressing, his hands moving ever closer to the painfully hard bulge in my trousers. And then he stopped, looking at me for signs of any doubt, both of us knowing that very soon there would be no going back. "Yes," I groaned again – and this time Andy reached for my belt. I leant my head against the back of the chair and closed my eyes, not daring to look as Andy tugged at my belt and then reached for the fastenings on my trousers. His fingers moved nimbly, a clip and then a button being quickly undone. I opened my eyes as Andy paused before undoing my zip a little. He stopped again, and looked up at me as his fingers traced the line of my cock through my trousers. I gasped as I felt his fingers pressing against me, hot against my hard flesh despite the clothes between us. And then Andy was moving faster, more urgently. He undid my zip, pulling at my trousers as I lifted my ass to help him, leaving them half way down my thighs, my boxers not far behind them. With a deft tug, Andy pulled the front of my boxers down, releasing my cock at last. And this time it was him who gasped as my cock slapped back against my belly, rock hard and as straight as a steel rod. As Andy stared, I tore my tie off, flinging it to one side. Andy moved then, tugging at my shirt, sending buttons spinning away as he pulled it until it was laid open, revealing my chest and belly, my cock pointing straight upwards. He reached forward – and for the first time I felt another man touch my cock. His touch was firm and sensual, his hand sliding along my swollen shaft as it lay hard against me. His other hand strayed over my chest and belly, reaching for my nipples, caressing me softly. I closed my eyes and moaned as his fingers stroked and caressed, my eyes only flying open when his hands stopped there ceaseless movement. "Stand up," he told me, his voice catching huskily in his throat. I stood up slowly, my cock jutting out from my body, swaying in front of him, inches from his face. He looked at me, licking his lips as he drank in the sight of my cock and of my balls, swollen with cum. He dragged my trousers and boxers down my legs, sweeping them off along with my socks, leaving me naked apart from my shirt, which hung open, blowing gently in the breeze. Andy reached up, his hands resting on my thighs, caressing the muscles, making my cock bob about in front of him. He slid one hand across me, wrapping his strong fingers around my shaft and pressing my cock up against my belly. And then, at last, I felt another man's mouth on my cock. He didn't so much lick me, as caress me with his strong tongue, moving from deep underneath my balls to the very tip of my cock in one lingering sweep. We both moaned, his muffled against my hard flesh, as his tongue swirled around my swollen cock head, his hands now caressing my shaft and balls, his fingers probing insistently between my legs. I moved as he looked up at me, easing my legs apart as he cradled my balls in one hand, my cock in the other. His fingers reached down to rub the skin between my balls and my ass, making me moan as I felt the hunger in his movements, as I watched his tongue moving across my cock, leaving its wet trails behind. With a moan, Andy let my cock fall away from my body so that it was swaying in front of me again, standing out from my body. He glanced up at me, and then back to my cock, before leaning forward and taking me deep, deep into his mouth. My legs felt like jelly as I felt the hottest, wettest mouth imaginable around my cock. He sucked me hard, drawing me in deep, his tongue lashing across my cock head as I felt his teeth sliding down my shaft. My cock jerked in his mouth as he sucked hard on me, my cock bulging in his cheeks as I thrust forward, as I began to fuck his mouth. I reached for Andy's head, feeling his wiry hair as I ploughed my cock into his mouth, matching his sucking with my thrusts. I knew that I couldn't last long, and Andy sensed it as well, but we made no attempt to slow down, Andy needing my release almost as much as I did. I drove my cock into his wet and willing mouth, feeling his experienced tongue on me as I moved. My cum exploded from me without warning, pumping deep into Andy's mouth. I instinctively pulled back, but Andy grabbed me, his hands sliding from my hips around to my ass as he pulled me tighter to him, taking my pumping cock deep into his mouth as he sucked my cum from me. I fell back onto the chair, my legs weak from my release, my cock slick from Andy's mouth. I grinned at Andy, who was still sat on the floor between my legs. He reached out to stroke my wilting cock, to run his hand over my chest and belly as I closed my eyes, savouring his touch for a few minutes as I caught my breath. Slowly, I opened my eyes again, and looked at him, wanting him. "Stand up," I told him as I slid to the edge of the seat. I shrugged my shirt off and sat naked, my eyes moving up and down his still dressed body. "Take your shirt off," I told him, suddenly feeling in control. As he undid his shirt and pulled it off, I took only my second look of his strong, muscular body, of his powerful chest and flat belly. He was almost hairless, his nipples dark and erect. I reached out tentatively, sliding my hand across his smooth skin, rubbing across his taut nipples. I pulled my hand away abruptly, needing more. "Now the rest," I told him huskily, more urgently. But before he could move, I was reaching out to him, rubbing the hard bulge at the front of his trousers, getting in the way as he tried to undo them. I moaned with frustration at the seconds it was taking him to undo his trousers, at the delay in touching him. I didn't want to wait a second longer now that I was so close to touching my first cock, ready to take the next step. And then his cock was springing free, long and hard in front of me. I gasped as I saw Andy's cock for the first time, swaying in front of me, jutting out for beneath his curly mass of hair. I watched, almost mesmerised, as he pulled his trousers off, hopping on one leg and then the other, until he was stood naked, his cock bobbing just inches away from me. "Touch me," he told me simply. Then it was Andy's turn to gasp again as I reached out and touched another man's cock for the first time. He felt hot to touch, hot and hard and strong. His cock was thick, with veins throbbing along his curved shaft, the head red and slick with pre cum. I squeezed him, feeling his strength, his power. I slid my hand towards him, slowly, tentatively, licking my lips as I peeled his skin tight back, not daring to speak. As I stroked his cock, I reached up and ran a hand over his chest, rubbing his stiff nipples as he stepped closer. His cock was inches from my face as I looked at him intently, watching my hand moving along his shaft, watching the bead of pre cum that I longed to lean forward and lick away. I felt Andy's hands on my shoulders, silently urging me to take the next step, to lean forward those few inches towards his glorious cock. But I couldn't, not then. As much as I wanted to, I sat frozen, only my hand moving, unable to take him into my hungry mouth. I carried on stroking his shaft, pulling him towards me before sliding my hand back to rub against the mass of curly hair at the base of his belly. It felt awkward, and after a few minutes, as I realised just how patient Andy was willing to be, I reached a hand out to his hip and pulled him around a little. Andy moved with me as I stood up, keeping one hand on his cock, the other on his hip. I gasped as he leant back against me, his taut ass finding my hanging cock. My hands moved without me thinking, one sliding around from his hip to curve around a firm ass cheek, the other moving rapidly as I stroked his shaft, feeling him getting even harder in my hand as he groaned out loud. I felt Andy pushing back against me as his balls tightened, as he let out a long, deep moan. I watched over his shoulder, our bodies hot and hard together, as his cum erupted from his cock, a long rope of cum that splattered heavily onto the patio in front of us, to be followed by another and then another as his balls emptied, as he showed me the result of his lust, his desire. I stared at the heavy pool of cum in front of us, his cock still in my hand, as I reached around and cradled his balls, squeezing them gently as if to make sure they were totally empty. Slowly, Andy turned and we kissed for the second time, a sensual lingering kiss that left me in no doubt that there was more to come. How Curious Are You? After our kiss, Andy stepped away and reached for the wine, refilling our glasses before sitting down again, deliberately taking a chair so that we were sat apart. I was thankful for the time he gave me, but my eyes never left his body as we chatted, lingering on his cock and balls just as his lingered on mine, the hunger in his eyes mirroring that in mine. It was maybe half an hour later that I followed Andy back into the house, my semi erect cock hanging heavily over my balls. I don't know why, but I resisted the temptation to reach out for his ass as I followed him up the stairs, my cock lurching with every rock of his hips. In his bedroom, Andy suggested that I lie down so that he could ease the tension in my shoulders. I felt fine, and the grin on his face told me that he knew that – but I was more than happy to do as he suggested. As soon as I was lying down, my legs slightly apart, Andy was beside me, leaning over to run his hands from my shoulders and down my back. After a few minutes he moved to straddle me, sitting over my thighs, his cock brushing against me as his hands swept down my back, from my shoulders to my ass. I could feel my cock hardening as his hands moved lower, my legs automatically parting as his fingers slipped along the tight cleft between my cheeks, searching for and then finding my puckered ass. He scratched lightly over the ridges of sensitive flesh, before reaching lower still. I drew myself up onto my knees, knowing that I was showing him everything as he reached between my legs for my swaying balls, for my heavy cock. I gasped as I felt his hand on my cock again, sliding along my shaft, his other hand resting on my ass. I felt the bed move as he shuffled closer, and then his cock against me, hot and hard, resting against my thigh. As he stroked my cock, I felt his hands moving towards my ass again, rubbing me hard as I arched my back, pushing back towards him in a way I'd never dreamed about. His cock felt hotter than ever against me, so hot that I jumped and moaned with disappointment when he leant away from me, reaching out to get something from the bedside table. I jumped again as I felt the coldness of the gel he dripped onto me, but than gasped as he worked it into the tight entrance to my body, rubbing me gently until his finger popped into my ass, disappearing into the depths of my wanton body. Waves of pleasure rippled through me as he fingered me gently, another dollop of gel easing the way for his second finger. I was lost in my own pleasure for a moment, my eyes closed as I rested my head on my arms, my ass in the air. I didn't dare think about what might happen next as Andy stroked my cock and fingered my ass. But when he eased his hands away, and I heard the unmistakeable sound of a condom packet being ripped open, my body cried out for more, for what I had always thought I didn't want. But that had all changed the moment I had seen Andy's cock, had felt him in my hand. Now I wanted everything. As he knelt behind me, I looked over my shoulder at his rock hard a cock, a shiver going through me at the thought of what was to come. I watched as he smeared more gel on his cock, and then turned away until I could feel his cock hot against my ass, pressing harder as he leant over me. At first there was nothing, but then a pain shot through me as his cock head burst into my body. I gasped, soothed by his hands on my hips and back. And then the sharp pain was replaced by a numb ache as he eased his thick cock further into my body, the ache being replaced by a warm glow, and then pure pleasure, as he buried his cock deep inside me. Slowly, he leant over me, his body close to mine, his hand on my shoulder. He moved me with him, rolling me onto my side so that he could lay behind me, his cock long and hard inside my ass, his hand reaching around me for my own rampant cock. I gasped as he rocked his body, as he stroked my cock in time to his long thrusts into my ever welcoming body. He fucked and stroked me slowly as first, but then faster, faster and harder and deeper, as his need, as our need, overcame us both. His cock powered into me, but his practiced hand never missed a stroke. His breathing was ragged in my ear, his lust and desire echoing around the room as he cried out. His cock seemed to expand in my tight ass as he came, his guttural cry filling the room as I felt the hot wetness of his cum bursting inside me, even through the condom. As he buried his pumping cock inside me, filling me, he dragged me half onto my back, my cock pointing upwards as my own cum erupted from me to splatter onto my chest and belly in a thick stream, our cocks throbbing together, his inside my body, mine inside the tight grip of his hand. We lay still for what seemed like an age, catching our breath, his cock still embedded in my ass while he gently caressed me. When Andy eventually pulled out of me, and went to get cleaned up, I rolled onto my back, my eyes closed as I savoured the feelings still coursing through my body. When Andy got back, I took my turn in the bathroom, wiping away the thick cum from my chest and belly, wondering what would happen next. When I got back, Andy passed me one of the beers he had been downstairs to get, and we lay on the bed facing each other, drinking and chatting, totally relaxed together. When the beers were gone, we chatted some more, reaching for each others cocks. We touched each other, stroking and caressing until our cocks were as thick and hard as we wanted, as we needed, them to be. I watched as Andy reached for a condom and put it on me, encasing my throbbing cock. I watched while he smeared some gel over me, moaning as his hands moved across my cock and balls. And then he was kneeling on the bed, his legs apart, looking at me over his shoulder. "Fuck me," he quietly demanded, before dropping his head down onto the bed. I moved quickly, moving behind him, by cock bobbing and swaying in front of me. I knelt up, towering over him, my cock reaching out to him. Seconds later, my cock was buried inside him as I thrust inexpertly into his waiting body. I heard Andy cry out as I drove my cock deep inside him, his velvety heat holding me tight. "Fuck me," he whispered again, his words distorted by his soft moans. So I did, I fucked him hard, driving into his body as deep as I could, my balls slapping against him as he reached under himself for his own cock. I fucked him long and hard and deep, his body clinging to my cock, sending powerful waves of pleasure crashing through us both as we moved together, as he pushed back to meet my thrusts. When I came, it was like a dam bursting. My animal like cries bounced around the room as my cum gushed into his body. As soon as the torrent of cum had subsided, Andy pulled away, pushing me onto my back and ripping the condom off to get to my cock. He sucked me into his mouth, sucking the last of my cum from me, devouring me. This time I didn't hesitate as I saw his cock, ready to burst, swaying in front of me. I grabbed his hard shaft and pulled him towards me, one hand reaching for his ass as he twisted his body and pushed his cock into my waiting mouth. I sucked hard, my tongue swirling around his cock head as I tasted him, tasted any man, for the first time. He pumped his cock into my mouth as I sucked him, as he sucked me. I knew that he wouldn't last long, but even so the thick gush of his cum took me by surprise as it flooded my mouth. I gagged, and then recovered, swallowing hard as his warm cum ran over my tongue. We sucked each other, savouring the taste of each others cum, of each others cocks, until we were both soft, our lust exhausted for now. Later, when I glanced at the clock, we both knew that it was time for me to go. I went through to the bathroom for a shower, letting the water pour over me as I relived the previous few hours. As I stepped out of the cubicle, Andy came into the room. I stood still for a second, and then reached out for his cock to guide him back into the shower with me. We stood under the shower, the warm water cascading over us as we caressed each others cock and balls. Andy smiled as my cock rose up, thick and hard alongside his. He pulled me closer, so that my cock rested on his hand alongside his. He squeezed our two cocks together, my heart thumping as I felt his hot flesh pressed to mine. I reached down, wrapping my hand around our cocks as well, our two hands forming a tunnel for us to fuck, for us to slide our cocks into, our shafts tight together. As we stood for a few long minutes, rocking our hips, our cocks sliding against each other, I could feel my cum boiling in my balls. I knew from Andy's gasps, from the way his hand was tightening around our cocks, that he felt the same. But there was only one place I wanted his cum. I quickly dropped to my knees in front of him and pushed his cock up against his belly. I licked him hungrily, my now eager tongue swarming over his cock, and then down to his balls. I sucked on him while my fingers probed between his legs, taking one ball and then the other into my mouth, doing to him what I wanted him to do to me. As the water poured over us in the tight confines of the shower cubicle, I sat back and stared at his cock as it swayed in front of me. And then I leant forward and took as much of him as I could into my mouth. I sucked hard, gagging as he held my shoulders and pushed his cock in deeper. I gasped as he held me tight and fucked my mouth, my tongue rasping over his swollen cock head, my teeth grating along his strong, thick shaft, my hands reaching for his ass. He fucked my mouth wildly, his hips thrusting forward to drive his cock into my wanton mouth. When he came, his cum gushed into my mouth, a thick torrent that was more than I could swallow. As it leaked out from around my lips, he carried on fucking me until he pulled me urgently to my feet, until we stumbled out onto the floor of the bathroom, until I was leaning over him, taking my turn to fuck his mouth while he squeezed the last of his cum out of his own still hard cock. I knelt beside him, thrusting my cock into his mouth while I held his head, my fingers entwined in his hair. The power of my orgasm left we feeling faint, and no sooner had I erupted into his mouth, I was slumped on the floor beside him, my still jerking cock splattering us both with the last of my cum. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Later, we finally cleaned up and got dressed. Andy drove me back into town to pick up my car from the office. As we sat outside the now deserted building, he reached over and squeezed my thigh again, just like he had those few hours before. But now, everything seemed different, was different. "So," he asked with a gentle laugh, "still curious?" I smiled across at him, both of us knowing the answer. THE END ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~