When I told the missus I had a lot of male partners in my teens, I thought she would lose her shit. She did, at first. But then she started asking questions. A lot of questions. And buying magazines. A lot of magazines. She soon became obsessed with seeing me sleeping with other men. A lot of other men. She painted a picture of ten guys running a train on my arse that got me really excited, especially since I was eating her out at the same time. 

Our anniversary was coming up and I thought I would surprise her. I was running a bit of a risk, but everytime we had sex, she began telling very kinky stories. I got up a profile on a dating site and began toiling through the replies. I thought a bit of mutual masturbation would be a good start. Not many were interested. There was one who really stuck out though. Probably because he was literally down the end of a side street, or because his profile pic was of his rather large penis. It was all arranged soon enough, and I laid off wanking in preparation for the day. I've gotta admit, it was possibly the hardest days of my life. As turned on as I was by his magnificent penis, there was very little I could do, except rub my errect penis through my pants.

The day I arrived. I awoke from a dream where I was sucking a beautiful cock. All day, l was fantasizing about sucking his dick, about him blowing in my mouth, and me swallowing. About midday, I nearly broke and wanted to fuck my wife, but then she was going out for the rest of the day. By the time I was due to go, I had a solid six inches in my pants and had difficulty getting into the car.

I arrived and walked up to the door. I knocked rather loudly and then waited. He took his time and I was debating about knocking again when the door opened. He just stood there in a pair of shorts, the head of his cock poking out the bottom. It was the second thing I noticed about him. The first thing was his look, almost exactly like Billy Idol. My second guy ever was like him, and he was probably my best lover in my teen years. 

He invited me in and, wasting no time, put on a tape. It was two guys, which was a surprise since we had spoken about hetero gangbangs. I didn't say anything because l wanted him to hurry up and pull his dick out. He looked at me, l guess to see if I would pike out. I took off my pants and underwear, and by the time I looked up again, he was naked, his dick hardening. For me! I nearly came then and there. 

We sat on the couch together. We stroked our cocks. We looked at the television. But...eventually I was staring at his body...his lovestick. I was imagining what he tasted like. I remembered as a teen all the semen I had drunk from others had tasted much better than mine. I had had a lot of my own semen lately and it tasted much as it did back then, but what did that mean for the taste? I was really hoping it was as good as I remembered. I was staring at his cock, his hand wanking it slowly. Oh..wouldn't it be lovely to just reach out and...

His cock head was approaching, getting closer. For a moment I thought I was subconsciously lowering my head towards it, but it was him bringing his dick up to my face...my mouth. I risked a glance at him. He was staring intensely at me. He said, "suck it." I didn't need to be asked twice. I engulfed his head rather badly, but a bad headjob is better than no headjob. Especially when it is a little bitch on the end of your cock letting you fuck his mouth. And l did let him. I sat back, remembering everything my wife and experience told me about how to act when his balls are on your chin. This guy, however, was plenty of cock short of resting his balls on my chin, but seemed determined to do so. I don't know how far he got, but I was gagging badly long before that. He was very quiet at first. But as l was spitting up on my shirt, he got vocal. 

 "You're not wanking today. You're not even cumming today. You're just going to swallow my seed!" I was so turned on, but my hand drifted away from my cock as instructed. "I never want to see your cum, fuckhead. All you're going to do when you see me is drop to your knees, open your mouth and swallow what l give you, cuntmouth." 

I imagined running into him in the street, dropping to my knees as my wife watched excitedly. I swallowed or something, and his cock went in a little further. 

"You dirty fuck, cuntmouth!" He moaned as he released all of breedseed into my throat. I couldn't breathe where his cock was, but boy could l swallow. I very nearly passed out, but he kept pumping his cock into my throat as my throat tried to eject him. Finally he let go of my head and began to pull out, and l vomited cum onto my chest. He leaned back to say something, but then I scooped up the spunk from amidst the saliva and draped it into my mouth. 

"You want more, bitch?" He asked. 

I just nodded my head, still draping cum down my throat. He gripped my face, pointing it in his direction. "My roommate's home soon, he'll enjoy a slag like you. Until then...." and sunk his cock into my throat. 

As l let him rape my mouth again, going even deeper, l had to admit, l really loved the taste of his cum. Was it the same as memory suggested? No. It was better! And soon, another dick to suck empty. The train was assembling, soon to depart. My wife would be very happy, especially being fucked by ten guys and me eating the loads out of her pussy, but that is a story for another day.