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My wife and I have been married for 7 years now. We live in a neighborhood on a golf course with a lot of other first-time home owners. The houses are nice, but small, and packed together pretty well. Ours is a little bigger than most, complete with a pool in the backyard. I really like it. I know most of my neighbors pretty well, but I’m best friends with Carl. He lives just next door. He moved in about a year ago. I know he was divorced a while back, but he was shy about revealing much more of his past. Occasionally when he was drunk he’d talk about this and that, but that was all. We spent a lot of time together playing cards and drinking beer.
I’m 35, tall and skinny. I work as one of the large parcel delivery companies, so I have managed to keep in great shape. I’m blond haired and blue eyes. My wife is Steph. She’s just a month younger than I am, about 6 inches shorter than I am, and a little overweight. That last fact I keep to myself. She works as a flight attendant for a major airline and is gone usually about 18 days a month. Most times, she’s out and then back again, but occasionally she’ll be gone for over a week. The sex between us has gone stale, I’m afraid. I’m pretty much only getting ABC sex. Anniversary. Birthday. Christmas. Rarely, is she interested in sex any other times. I’d stopped trying to get her to come around because I’d been denied too many times. So, her being out of the house for days in a row was sometimes welcome. One of those times is the timing of this story.
Carl is just a few years older than I am and a little taller. He’s got dark, ebony skin and bit of a gut going, but he tries to keep in shape. I know this because we belong to the same gym and we see each other there often. I’m not a stranger to being in a community shower and seeing a bunch of other men walking around in various states of undress since I did a few years in the Navy when I was younger, but I couldn’t help but try to catch a glimpse of him naked. He had a long, skinny cock that was uncircumcised. I’d never seen one of those before and it always fascinated me. He also had no pubic hair, or any hair below his waist, for that matter. He’d caught me looking at him in the shower a few times, but most times I thought I had averted my eyes before he caught me.
Well, as to the set of circumstances of this story, it started one Thursday morning when my wife’s work schedule came out.
“Shit,” she said. “I’m screwed.”
“What’s the matter?” I asked her as I sat down to eat my cereal for breakfast.
She was drinking her coffee, looking at her phone as always in the morning. She put her phone down and looked at me. “My schedule. I have to be at the airport in three hours and I’ll be gone for 12 days. What a bunch of shit.”
I reminded her that her being gone long stretches isn’t necessarily a bad thing because that meant she’d be making more money than usual. I also assured her that I can take care of myself for a few days. We had no kids and our only pet was a cat that liked to be left alone as long as her food dish was filled.
So, I was going to be a geographic bachelor for a few days. This happens a fair amount for us, but rarely this long. But, I was actually thinking that I would be able to squeeze in some golf and have a little fun with my friends during the two whole weekends she’d be gone.
I finished my shift and headed home. I arrived just as Carl was getting home from work. He waved at me and I waved back. He looked in the garage and saw only one car. “Where’s Steph?” he asked.
“She’s gone for 12 days, my friend,” I said as I walked over. “She got screwed over by her work and has to do a couple of hops in a row. I’m afraid I’ll have to fend for myself for a while.”
He asked me I wanted to have a beer with him.
“Sure,” I said as I made a grand gesture toward my clothes. “Just let me change out of my uniform first.”
We agreed that we’d meet up on his back deck when I’d finished.
I showered and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. It was a beautiful July evening and the sun wasn’t going to set for another two hours at best. Plenty of time to get half a buzz on and call it a night.
I walked over and Carl was already on the deck, drinking a beer.
“Hello, my good man,” I said as I approached. I had a couple of bottle of beer in my hands and lifted them toward him.
“You didn’t have to bring any over, ” he said. “I have plenty.”
“I’ll just add these to the others then” and I walked into his house. We spent the next hour on his deck before the mosquitoes started in earnest and forced us inside.
We sat on the couch and watched a baseball game for a while, bullshitting.
After a while, I asked him “How come there are no pictures of you and your exwife around your house? Or is that a sore subject.”
“It’s a very sore subject,” he said. “That bitch ruined my life.”
“I only ask because you’ve never told me anything about her, is all. I meant no offense,” I said. I didn’t want to piss him off or anything, but mecidiyeköy escort I’d had several beers and my curiosity got the better of me.
“No offense taken,” he said and we clicked beer bottles. “I guess I never have told you what happened, have I?”
“It’s cool, you don’t have to if it’s too painful,” I said.
“Well,” he said and turned toward me on the couch. “We’ve been friends a while and I guess you should know. She caught me with another man.”
I looked at him a second and said “Like…caught in bed with another man?”
“Yea,” he said. “It was very embarrassing at the time. We’d drifted apart over the course of being married for 8 years and I started messing around with a guy from work. We were just getting started in the bedroom when she came home unexpectedly.”
“So, she just walked in on you?” I asked.
“Yea, she walked into the bedroom when I was giving him a blowjob and she freaked out. She wasted no time in telling everyone we knew and everyone that I work with. I wasn’t ready to come out of the closet yet, so it was pretty traumatic for me.”
“So what did you do?” I asked.
“Well, we got divorced, of course. The guy I was with got divorced as well and left town in disgrace. He wasn’t gay, he said. That was 4 years ago. I’ve been celibate ever since.”
“He wasn’t gay? Yet he was caught with another man.” I said.
“Well,” he smiled at me. “I got him to rationalize it by telling him that it didn’t make it gay if I’m the one sucking his dick. He’s just a guy getting a blow job. I’m doing the gay stuff. We messed around a few times before we got caught and that was the day he’d agreed to blow me in return. I was very disappointed, to be honest.”
We both laughed. “I bet you were. That’s awful, Carl. I’m sorry that happened to you like that.”
He looked at me a long moment and said “I bet that wouldn’t work on you, would it?”
“What?” I asked. “The ‘it’s not gay if I’m the one getting the blowjob’ thing?” I suddenly got an image of Carl naked in my head. I couldn’t help but wonder how big that thing he had between his leg would get when he got aroused. I felt my cock began to stiffen. I hadn’t had sex with Steph in a while. I hadn’t gotten a blowjob in…well, a long fucking time. Probably since we moved here.
“Yea,” he said and slid closer to me and put his beer on the coffee table. “That. You’d never be into that, would you? You know what they say: ‘Men give better head than any woman does.’ We know the equipment much better.”
“I don’t know…” I managed to say, looking at him. I could feel my cock getting harder at the thought.
“Come on,” he said. He slid closer and took the beer from my hand and put it on the coffee table in front of us. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”
He moved the rest of the way next to me and put his hand on my crotch. My erection quickly getting harder as he did.
“Ooo,” he said softly. “I think you will KNOW this is fun.” Then he slid off the couch and moved in front of me on the floor. He slowly spread my legs apart and then moved closer. He continued to feel my cock through the thin material of my shorts and underwear. His gaze was at my crotch as I watched him feel me up. “When’s the last time you got a blowjob?”
My mouth was dry. I swallowed and said “Uh, it’s been a long time.”
His hands unbuttoned my shorts and undid the fly. He reached in and felt my cock. Then he grabbed my shorts and started to pull them down. I lifted my ass and he slid them down, then moved away to take them all the way off. “Take off your shirt, ” he said.
I was in a daze as I lifted my shirt off my chest, now completely naked before him.
“Very nice,” he cooed as he spread my legs again and moved into position. I had to spread my legs wide to allow him access. He leaned in and licked my the length of my shaft, then flicked my cock head with his tongue. Then he lifted my cock straight up and let it slip between his lips. Slowly, he lowered himself all the way to the base. I’m not big, maybe 5 inches long, so he had no problem taking it all. He slowly raised himself back up to the tip, then back down again. He did this several times, driving me mad with anticipation.
Then he removed his mouth from my cock and bent down to lick my balls. He rolled them around with his tongue and then looked up at me.
“Have you ever had anyone lick your ass before?” Then he released my cock and used both hands to pull my hips toward him, sliding me to the edge of the couch. My back was basically laying on the seat now.
“Um, no,” I said. I had a girlfriend in the Philippines who used to lick and use her finger on my ass when I was stationed there in the Navy. I really enjoyed it. No reason to tell him that, I thought.
I felt his tongue worm its way over my taint and then touch my anus. I jumped in response. His tongue made slow circles around my ring and I felt him push my thighs up toward my chest. Fuck, this felt good.
“Hold your legs there,” şişli escort he said. I happily did so.
He buried his face into my ass and began to lick again. Tracing circles, licking up and down, and giving little flicks at it. It was driving me mad. I began to moan.
He looked up at me. “How’s that?”
“Fucking great,” i breathed. “Keep going.”
“Can I use my finger on you?” he asked.
“Yea,” i breathed again.
He stood up and said “Just stay like that. I’ll be right back.” He turned and headed for the stairs.
I stayed like that for a few seconds and then realized how ridiculous I looked, so I let my legs down and rested my feet on the floor. I breathed deep and thought about what I was doing. Steph would fucking kill me if she found out what I was doing. But I didn’t care at this point. I was spun up like never before. I was thinking about what it would be like to suck Carl’s cock, what it looked like, what it would feel like in my mouth, when he came downstairs.
He stopped at the edge of the couch and looked at me. He was naked, his cock at full attention. It was much larger than any cock I’d ever seen, but I couldn’t help but notice that it was narrow. But it made up for being skinny by being very long. At least twice as long as mine. He had a bottle of Astroglide in his hand.
“You were supposed to stay the way you were,” he said.
“Sorry, ” I said quickly and raised my legs back up.
“It’s too late now,” he said. “You’ll have to do something for me, now.”
I put my legs back down again. He sat down on the couch next to me.
“It’s not gay if you just stroke my cock for me.” He lifted his cock up and started to stroke it.
I sat up on the couch on my ass and turned toward him. “Seriously?” I asked.
“Seriously,” he said still stroking slowly. “It’s not gay if you do it. Just do it like it was yours.” Then he let it go.
I looked up at him and then down at his cock. I really wanted to feel it.
“I’ve seen you checking me out in the locker room and shower. What? You’ve never seen a black cock before? Or have you never seen one that’s uncut before? They’re all the same. Mine just has a little more skin at the top. It makes it feel better when you roll the foreskin over the head, like this.” Then he reached down and stroked its length so the foreskin slid over the head. I was mesmerized.
“Here, I’ll show you,” he said and he took my hand. I didn’t resist as he placed it on his cock. It was very warm and hard. I closed my hand around it and started to stroke it slowly.
“That’s it,” he said. I was fascinated by the feel of it. I could feel the muscle fibers under his skin. I watched as the foreskin slid over his cock head, then pulled back as I stroked down, revealing his cock head. His shaft was black like the rest of him, but the head was more purple than black. My eyes never left his cock as I stroked him. Slowly, my hand moved up and down his large cock, my eyes never leaving it.
“You know,” he said as he put his hands behind his head. “I’d love for you to suck it. It’s not gay if I don’t cum in your mouth.”
I looked up at him in surprise. “What?”
He turned his head toward me and said “It’s not gay if I don’t cum in your mouth. That’s the rules. I’ll tell you before I’m gonna cum and you can stop. Then it won’t be gay.”
“Really?” I asked. I suddenly badly wanted to feel it in my mouth.
“Yes, really,” he said as he closed his eyes and looked forward again. “Not the slightest bit gay. Just as long as I don’t cum in your mouth, you’re good.”
I looked at him a long moment, then down to his cock. I suddenly realized I was leaning toward his lap, his cock aiming straight at my face. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I pulled the foreskin down and let it slide between my lips. It was warm, really hot, on my tongue. I continued to stroke as I sucked his cock head. It tasted like skin with a faint taste of piss, but that went away quickly. Suddenly, it had no taste at all.
“That’s good,” he said as I felt his left hand on my back. “Just concentrate on the head and stroke it. Is this your first cock?”
I nodded and said “Um-hum” around his cock head. I slowly pulled more of it into my mouth, until I felt i was about to gag, then pulled back. I began to slowly bob my head on his cock. I felt his hand slide down toward my ass.
“It’s going to take a lot of practice to get all 9 inches in your mouth, so just take it easy,” he said.
I continued to blow him and stroke him.
“Move closer to me,” he said. I slid closer until I was pressed against him. “That’s it,” he said. “Did you like when I was licking your ass?”
“Um-hum” I mumbled.
“Good,” he said as I felt his hand slide down my ass crack. “I hoped you would,” he said as I felt a finger headed for my anus. I moved a little to allow him access. His finger slid lower until it found my sweet spot. I let out a low moan as his finger touched my asshole. kağıthane escort “I’ve been hoping you’d be into this, you know? I’ve been watching you out my window when you’re laying in your pool in that little Speedo of yours. That’s a fine ass you have. I bet your wife never played with your ass. That’s too bad. An ass like that needs to be worshiped. Would you like me to do it again?” he asked.
“Um-hum” I mumbled.
“Get on the floor on your knees. Put your head on the floor and ass in the air,” he commanded.
I leaned up and released his member. Then I stood up and took a step toward the tv. The baseball game was still going on, we were up 2-0 in the fifth. I continued to watch the tv as I saw him stand up in the TV’s reflection. I could see myself as well, my cock jutting out before me, harder than I’ve ever been. He walked up behind me and I felt him push down on my shoulders. “Down you go,” he said.
I slowly lowered myself to my knees, then to my hands, and finally until my head was resting on the floor. I turned to my right and closed my eyes in anticipation. I felt him get behind me and then felt him kick my legs. I spread wide for him, as far as I could.
“Stick your ass up higher. Bend your back a little,” he told me. I complied as best as I could.
“That’s better,” he said and I felt him spread my butt cheeks and blow slightly. Then his tongue ran the length of my crack, down to my taint and back up again. He released one side of my butt, reached under me, grabbed my cock and pointed it to the ground straight down. Then he began to lick my asshole as he stroked me.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
This seemed to egg him on and he began to more aggressively eat my ass and stroke me. My moans grew louder as he drove me wild. Then he suddenly stopped.
I opened my eyes as he said “Can I use my finger on you? I promise you’ll love it.”
“Ok,” breathed.
I felt him stand up and then I heard the Astroglide tube “pop!” open. “Reach back and spread your butt cheeks.”
I did so as I felt him kneel down behind me. Then I felt the cold sensation of his lubed finger on my asshole. I jumped at the cold sensation.
“Just relax,” he said. “It will hurt of you try to tighten your ass, so just concentrate on relaxing.”
He slowly ran circles around my ass with his finger, then he moved to my opening.
“Here we go,” he said. “Just relax.”
I felt him push. Slowly, the pressure grew greater until he pushed inside me.
“There you go,” he said. “Nothing to it.”
I felt his finger slide past my sphincter muscle and into my anus. It’d been years since anyone had done this to me and I was pleasantly surprised at how much I like it. I liked it alot back then and always wanted Steph to do it but never got up the courage to ask her to do it. She wouldn’t anyway, I know her that well. I felt his finger slide around inside me, like he was turning his wrist. Then he slowly pulled it out part of the way, and then back in again. He finger-fucked me like that for several seconds and I reopened my eyes again. I soft moan escaped my lips.
“You should turn your head the other way,” he said. “There’s a mirror there.”
I did and sure enough, there was a mirror on that wall, right by a book case. I could see myself clearly, the pearly whites of my tan lines left by my Speedo visible, but the image was small.
“Just imagine you’re watching a porno and that’s the image on the screen,” he said.
He continued to finger-fuck me and then he pulled out again. I heard the Astroglide open again and something noticeably larger at my opening.
“Let’s see how you like two fingers?” he asked. “Maybe we should go to three? What do you think?”
I was watching him in the mirror and said “Three.”
“Three?” he said in mock surprise. “He likes it in the ass, I think.”
I felt him push in me without any resistance, stretching me out. He began slowly, then going faster. In no time, I could feel his last knuckle hit my skin. He began to move even faster and harder. It felt amazing and my moans began again in earnest.
I continued to watch him in the mirror when he said “You remember when I said it wasn’t gay if I don’t cum in your mouth?”
“Yes,” breathed softly in between moans. I knew what was coming and I suddenly wanted it very badly.
He pulled his fingers from my ass. “Do you remember me saying that?” he asked again.
I cleared my throat and repeated that I had.
In the mirror, I watched as he picked up the Astroglide bottle again and open it.
“Well,” he said as he poured a large portion of the lubricant onto his cock. He closed the bottle, tossed it aside, and continued. “The rules are the same for the ass as they are with the mouth. As long as I don’t cum inside you, it’s not considered gay.” I watched as he used his right hand to smear the lube around and he moved into position behind me.
“Is that ok? Can I put it in your ass if I promise not to cum inside you?” he asked me as he moved right into position. I felt his cock head slide up and down my ass crack, sliding over my opening. It sent shivers down my spine.
“Yes,” I muttered.
He continued to tease me, rubbing his cock head around my virgin hole. “I couldn’t hear you,” he said. “Can I put it in your ass?”
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