I don’t know about you but a big attraction for me with ‘straight guys’ is that they are very discrete. And the married ones even more so. Discretion matters to me as I am what call a closet bi meaning that no one in my day-to-day life knows about what I get up to. Well maybe there are one or two people, but for very most part and the sake of argument, no one. This changed ever so slightly when a friend was all excited one night to intro our group of friends to her new boyfriend. We heard at length from Liz what a decent guy he was, a divorcee with a good job and knew how to show her a good time “if you know what I mean.” So 8 o’clock when her new stud turned up I nearly spat my drink out when I saw who it was, a guy called Will who I had maybe half a dozen times over the last year. My instant fear subsided a little as he was introduced to us as Dan and like a true pro he shook my hand and smiled like we were meeting for the first time. I had met with him socially twice before as part of a meeting with some others so I deliberately stayed out of the conversation. A couple of rounds in though out time at the bar coincided and he leant close to me and simply whispered the enquiry that “we’re cool, yeah?” I was relieved, he had exactly the same anxieties I was going through and was equally relieved that our secret was safe. At the end of the night it was clear that ‘Dan’ was a hit with our group of friends and as we all headed out separate ways he made a point of checking I had his mobile number (still!) and that we should meet up any time. It was Wednesday of the following week before I heard anything from him, he had been cautious still because of our mutual discretion, but his text quickly explained how he was horny and he was not seeing Liz again until the weekend. His messages provoked a response in me so straight away I was recalling his nice hard cock and finding myself getting an inconvenient hard on in the middle of a working day! I rushed home from work that evening, showered and dressed so I was ready for him to arrive about ten minutes ahead of schedule. My cock twitched in my shorts and I excitedly opened the door to him. “You have moved,” he told me, “this is not where we met before?” and so followed some nice small talk and then a brief tour of the house, which in hindsight was a little contrived, but in a good way! I felt electrically charged as I showed him around the bedrooms and the upstairs, wondering how long it would be before one of made a move. It finally happened once we were back down stairs in the study. He nudged the mouse on my desk and brought the desktop to life. “Anything dodgy on your history?” he asked with a wry smile. “Naturally!” I smirked back. I reached forward and after a couple of clicks the large screen was streaming my last viewed bit of porn, an oral party for a petite busty blond with 4 black guys as her guest. We stood watching for about a minute and then at last his hand slid to his crotch and I studied his hand following the thick line forming under his trousers. I leant full into the room behind him and slid my hands round him carefully undoing his belt, unclipping his trousers and pulling down the fly. I felt the press outwards of his swollen member and unzipped and open I still had to reach in a little to release him fully. His balls were tight and clammy as I brushed them while his cock was smooth and hot in my hand, he was thick with enough length for me to start up and easy slow stroke, my hand moving back and forth about 4 inches a time. I wanked him gently and he grew to full hardness. He sank his body in to the chair at my desk and we swiveled it round to give me access to him, but to still let him see the screen. He lifted his bum slightly and shuffled his trousers down past his knees. To his ankles so as to allow him room to open his knees; by know I was dropped to mine and keep to get between his legs and it was clear that we were not going to allow enough time to remove them fully. Kneeling down I pushed my head into his lap. The aroma of his body met my nose and I open my mouth to take him in. He groaned in response to me closing my lips around his tip and I sucked, feeling it draw deeper into my mouth. His girth spread my lips wide and leaned further in eager to take as much of in as I could. His swollen tip hit the back of my throat. I am always disappointed when I do not take it all in, but I knew he was too thick to try and get away with any more. There was room for two fingers at his base and I held them in place like a marker, freeing me up to move comfortably back and forth, sliding my head on and off him encouraged more and more by his groaning and moving underneath me. After a while, when my face was getting slobbery from the saliva I was enjoying trailing all along his shaft, he moved me back and slid further down the seat. With his bum on the edge now his cock stood tall and proud and so I held it by the base and he watched me lap around his tip, flicking my tongue on the underside and making a show of pulling long laps of my tongue on him like a lollipop. “I forgot how good you are at this,” he told me as he guided me gently with hands up and high so I could put my mouth back on him. His cock was rock hard now and I sensed the tell tale twitches that told me I was soon to get my reward. I wrapped my fist around his base and worked my mouth on and off him, quicker than before and sucking a little more as well. His whole body language changed as his hands locked onto the arms of the chair and his legs flexed, trying to push his body up. I grinned to myself, a wasted effort as there was hardly any movement in my lips now. His breathing shifted up a gear and as he let out a grunting groan I slowed right down with my head movements. Heat rose and the familiar swell grew in my already wet mouth, a wetness that was soon joined by the hot taste of his come. I moved back and forth gently on him buzzing as I felt the fourth and then fifth squirt hit my tongue. I savoured the taste and feel of his jizz swilling round my teeth and gums as I sucked his now softening member in to fill my mouth. When I reached capacity I swallowed. His wonderful flavour slid down my throat and his cock was pulled briefly to the back of my mouth, almost too far, but I knew that would have a better effect in him. And I was right, the sensation my mouth brought to his tip made him flinch and he sat up withdrawing quickly from my mouth. I giggled as a thread of my saliva and his spunk trailed like a bridge between us. I moved back in gently and caught the feeling liquid back onto my tongue. I swallowed once more as I got close enough to lick his flaccid helmet, just trying to get as much of him as I could. “That was great, Harry” he said as he pulled his trousers back up and tucked his shirt back in. I stood back to give him room, my cock bulging, wishing me to let it out from my boxers. He eyed me for a moment and then his gaze rose and I could see his surprise at the expectant come hopeful look in my eyes. I do not normally look for reciprocation at meetings, but I was feeling especially horny. “I am out of time, Harry,” he told with a feigned look of disappointment on his face. I chuckled again. “No problem,” I told him honestly. The night was still young so I knew there was still a good chance of arranging something for later.