My First Taste of Cum

My First Taste of Cum:
So, my friend/lover and I graduated and went on our separate ways. We corresponded but did not see one another for over a year. I married my HS sweetheart and we settled into a “scripted” life. I was too much of a coward to open up to her about my need to cross-dress and about my one homosexual experience. She knew my friend, but found him to be a bit abrasive. He had become a regional sales rep whose schedule finally brought him to my home town. I convinced my wife to have him come spend the night with us. After dinner, we settled in the living room to talk and watch tv. She became tired and went to bed. He and I remained on the sofa. There was sexual tension in the air as our bodies inched ever so slightly closer, until he reached out to caress my thigh. That was all it took. I leaned over, unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants and slid my hand beneath the band of his briefs. His cock was hard as a rock. I bowed my head until his cock slid past my lips. I was possessed with the need for him. I caressed his balls as I sucked and stroked his delicious flesh. He entwined his fingers of his right hand in my hair and gently cupped my face with his left hand. I was leaking precum. Then I tasted the first wad of his thick cum on my tongue. I hesitated for only a few seconds, then gulped every drop of him down. It was exhilarating. I slowly let him slip from my mouth, looked into his eyes, smiled, then went to brush my teeth and crawl in bed with my wife.