Married Male Friend

Part One ONE. “I’m not gay,” Adrian said as he got down on his knees in front of me. I unzipped my jeans and took out my c**k. I’m not huge but even when I’m soft I’m big enough to impress most of my new partners. Adrian’s eyes went wide with excitement. He actually licked his lips in anticipation of sucking me off. “You’re bi,” I said. “That’s fine.” He shook his head vehemently even as he reached out with both hands. One cupped my balls and the other held the base as he aimed it toward his mouth. “I’m not bi either. I just like sucking off guys,” he said as he put me into his mouth. I opted not to tell him I was bi. It didn’t matter. He was just going to suck me off and we’d be done with it. That’s what casual hookups were all about. Adrian was attractive, but not exactly handsome. His blond hair and fine features gave him a slightly effeminate look, which worked for me. I could see why people would think he was gay—or bi—because he had that certain look. Plus the fact that he had a c**k in his mouth—that’s a pretty gay thing to do. At the moment, all off that didn’t matter to me at all. Whenever I hooked up with someone new there was always that element of excitement which made me extra hard. And there was always that feeling of trepidation. My primary concern was if my new partner was any good in bed. After fifteen seconds in Adrian’s mouth, I could happily report that he was excellent in bed. I was not the first man he had sucked off. I was probably not even the tenth man he had sucked off. It was more likely I was in the upper fifties or sixties of men he had been with. So basically the same number as me. He was very good at what he was doing. I actually had to put my hand to his forehead and push him back off me. “I don’t want to c*m too fast,” I told him. “We don’t have a lot of time.” Adrian was obviously stepping out on someone, not that I really cared, but I should have. “Mouth, face, or hand?” I asked him. “Where do you want me to c*m?” “Mouth,” he said swallowing me again. I was happy to do it for him. We had met in his office, which was pretty trusting of him for a one-time hookup. He was a therapist of some sort. The office was nice and there were no clients in the waiting room. He had brought me into the office which looked exactly like every other mental health therapy office I had ever seen in movies before he got down on his knees. When Adrian started sucking me off, I looked at the walls of the office, glanced at his degrees on display, some of the inspirational posters, and then closed my eyes. I didn’t want to be distracted. I just wanted a good blowjob and then I needed to leave. Adrian had made that obvious from the start. NSA blowjobs only. That was his only requirement. I was happy to fulfill that for him. The blowjob had progressed to where he was holding my balls with one hand and steadying me with his other hand on my hip. His head was bobbing up and down and I could sense the drool going down his chin. When I came it was pleasant and there was a great sense of relief as all the stress left my body. There were four big pulses of c*m that had to of filled his mouth. Adrian didn’t shy away at all. He continued to suck and swallowed my entire load. He even sucked after I was done cumming, which was nice enough, but when it got to the point of irritation, I told him to stop. “You’re good,” I complimented him as she got up from his knees and grabbed a water bottle off the desk. “Thanks,” he said and swallowed half the water from the bottle, gulping it down. Maybe to wash away the taste of my c*m (which I’ve been told is rather pleasant, though saying that makes me sound pretty conceited); maybe to help wash away the guilt he felt. But maybe it was just because he was parching after giving a sloppy blowjob. It wasn’t my job to judge him. “I’d be happy to suck you off,” I offered as I tucked myself back into my underwear and pulled up my jeans. Adrian just shook his head. “No. You’d better leave. You got what you wanted.” “Didn’t you get what you wanted?” I asked. I wasn’t coming on to him because some semi-straight guys get nervous right after s*x. I was just curious. “Yes. So you can leave now.” He indicated the door. I left without further discussion. Maybe this would be a one-time thing for us. Maybe he’d call me once a week when he felt the need to have a man’s c**k in his mouth again.