Suddenly, I heard the sound of voices and my eyes snapped opened. Two women had parked beside us and had gotten out of their car. I grabbed Bob's hand to stop him, afraid that we were going to get caught, but he only smiled and assured me that the windows were tinted and that no one could really see what was happening. I was suddenly startled by a tapping at my window. One of the women was there, her face smiling up at me, waiting for me to lower the glass. I wouldn't... so Bob did. The window came down but his hand stayed on my crotch. I was terrified. Then I realized that at the height I was sitting the woman could only see me from the shoulder up. This was going to be a repeat of what happened in the bookstore - fondling me with the risk of someone catching us - accept this time he was squeezing my cock instead of my ass. The woman asked a question about directions to which Bob leaned over me to answer. More of his weight was applied to my cock and still he squeezed. He carried on a short conversation with this woman who was clueless to the fact that my cock, only inches away, was about to explode. It took everything I had to keep from moaning and giving us away.
The woman thanked Bob and walked away with her friend. Bob pushed the button on my door and my window went up. But he didn't sit back behind the wheel. Instead, he leaned in, grazed my ear with his lips and said, "I want to suck your cock."
Up to now this had been the most exciting thing to ever happen to me and I was close to coming, but there was still a part of me that knew I was straight. I told Bob I wasn't gay and that I don't want to be with another guy. He said that I didn't have to reciprocate in any way, he just wanted my cock in his mouth. My insecurity flared and I informed him that I wasn't well hung (no, I don't have nine inches of horizontal fury, this is a true story after all). He asked me how big it was. I said six inches. To which he replied, "Prove it."
I think that in my mind I reasoned that if I pulled out my own cock for this man it would mean I was gay, so my hands stayed where they were. I guess Bob sensed what I was thinking. His other hand joined the one already between my legs and together they unbuttoned my jeans. He grabbed my zipper and slowly pulled. I always went commando back then so as he pulled the zipper down and the head of my cock came into view. It was throbbing and glistening with pre-cum. The rest of my zipper came down and the full length of my cock stood hard before him. He mentioned that I had a lovely cock then brought his hand to it and gently stroked the shaft. His thumb circled my cock head and spread the pre-cum around - pressing and rubbing and sending my mind into orbit. My eyes were closed when I felt his tongue on my shaft. It went up and down while his thumb pressed and circled the head of my cock. His other hand reached through the opening in my jeans and pulled out my balls. First he cupped them, then his fingertips gently grazed them as he stroked and licked my shaft. I heard him take a breath, then felt wet warmth around the head of my cock. I moaned and squirmed with a feeling I had never experienced. This was not the first time my cock had been sucked but it had never felt this good. This man was manipulating my cock better than I thought possible and I was already close to coming. He sensed it and began breathing hard through his nose while his mouth picked up pace. He buried his face and engulfed me whole and I couldn't hold back any longer. I cried out and came more intensely than ever before. His mouth never left me and I shot straight down his throat. One of his hands stroked my balls while he sucked and I kept coming. I could hear him swallowing, and the idea that I was shooting my load down a man's throat made me cum even harder.
After a blissful moment that seemed like forever I began to relax. My moaning eased and Bob lifted his head from my cock. He asked if I liked it. All I could do is nod and try to catch my breath. Then he placed his thumb against the head of my cock and pressed. My eyes widened and I moaned in surprise and ecstasy. His thumb began to move in circles and my mind left me. I never knew that such a sensation could be felt after orgasm. I was putty in his hands. Bob lifted my shirt and played with one of my nipples. I moaned again. Then he brought his head forward kissed my nipple. I never knew a man could be sexually stimulated by having his nipples manipulated but this was one more thing I was learning.
Bob's thumb was circling the head of my cock and his mouth was licking and sucking one of my nipples. My body writhed and I moaned louder than ever, not caring if anyone heard me. Bob sensed that I was about to come again and wrapped his lips around the head of my cock and sucked. I yelled and blasted another smaller load into Bob's mouth. He sucked it up greedily. A minute later he took his mouth away and my wet, spent cock flopped against the outside of my jeans. I caught my breath, looked into Bob's satisfied face and told him how incredible that was. He simply smiled and said he was glad I enjoyed it but that next time I would have to suck him.
Bob kept his word that day and didn't demand that I reciprocate. It was the most intense sexual experience of my young life and I knew that I would want to experience it again but I was afraid of what it might mean about me if I sucked another man's cock. That fear kept me from returning to the bookstore and exploring further. I did return to the bookstore years later when my fears diminished somewhat and was sad to find that it had been replaced by a coffee house and there was no sign of Bob. Now I think about Bob a lot and fantasize about what it would have been like to suck his cock right there in the SUV. I have sucked one cock over the years and it was a mind-blowing experience. Oddly enough it belonged to another man working in another bookstore, though not the proprietor this time. But that's another story.
Thanks for reading this long but true story about my first bi-experience. I've enjoyed reliving the memories of Bob and only wish he were here right now so I could repay him for the experience he had given me.
I think that very soon I will take a long drive and see just how many small-town bookstores are out there.
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