I should have said this…

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I really, really should have said this…

If I had only said that instead…

Oh man, why didn’t I think of that? Stupid!

Yep – I’m the king of the ‘coulda-shoulda-woulda’ said. My life would be 100% different if I had only said – even half of the time, hell, a quarter of the time, what in hindsight would have been a better answer. I am talking in any situation. Every time. I always mess it up. How you say? Want an example?

Easy. 6th grade with hottie Debbie with the budding tits. “What to come over and listen to music”. She was OUT OF MY LEAGUE. “Gee, sorry, can’t. My Mom needs me home to wash the dog”. Seriously. I said that. She just stared at me in incomprehension. She was offering me an invite to 6th grade taboo land – and I was too dumb to notice it.

Same again in 9th, 10th, hell every year. A buddy would be talking about some porn he had and wanted to know if I’d want to check it out with him…easily could have been a rub and tug and who knows what else. But nope, not me…”Sorry, can’t my mom won’t like it.” Again to an incredulous stare. Clearly, now I can see, he was like “who the fuck tells their mom” but he obviously thought I was way too much of a dumb fuck to even bother to explain the basic rules of teenage life…

And that’s been my life – the many missed sex ops come to mind, because who cares about the 2000 stupid responses to a better job, a better wife, a better frat, a better college….the list goes on. But somehow, somehow, it finally sunk into my brain maybe thinking BEFORE I said anything, and – you know, assessing a situation, maybe would allow me to up my chances of saying something less dumb. Which was encouraging to no end – got my fist blow job in a sauna at the gym as I watched one guy blow his load into another guys mouth as he was stroking his cock. I was staring and drooling, my mouth stupidly open…until the blower, his current buddy’s load blown, wanted to know if he could “help me out”. So I nodded and proceeded to have the most shocking orgasm of my life – shocking in that I saw my gism on his tongue but I was so keyed up I didn’t even feel the release. He was a GUY blowing me. Here, at the gym…

So my sheltered and pathetic teens rolled into a little more daring 20s, then my slightly emboldened early 30s, then to an experienced later 30s…but almost regressing in my verbal dumb ass – worried about saying the wrong thing and what people would think, etc. Pathetic and I knew it.

Which brings me to that fateful time and to finally saying, 100%, the right. I think. Maybe. Eventually. Thing. Best and most awesome thing that got me fabulously laid on a recurring basis – and with no collateral damage. PERFECT.

Spring, early last year. I was buzzing home, tunes on, shades on, mildly horny, but nothing out of control, just good. There is this dude – hot, trim, pumping hard as he runs up our steep hill. “Damn, who’s the hard body” as I pass by. It’s my street, so I’m not staring and getting jonesed…but I noted a definite hottie I’d like to see again – I was driving too quickly to check for any cock action (my favorite visual pastime) but the tight body was enough of a cheap thrill…Sigh, as the day and week went by.

I did stop in my driveway and the dude didn’t run by, so he was close – was he the neighbor? Ted or something. He’d texted about some work he was doing, and he and the wife ( I think) had honked and waved as I was out on walks or driving, but I didn’t know him from a hole in the wall. Hell, he’s the newbie, let him suck up to me…

Until Saturday. Out for a walk as it was a mild day for mid-March. Fuck. Same white nylon shorts and shirt as last week, so same hard body dude who riled me up last week…with a very obvious, you couldn’t miss it -- it would be rude to not acknowledge it….this large, puffy, cut, there, long, shlongy cock. In his shorts. Right there, swinging as he (Ted) walks up to me. I’m the literal deer in the head lights. My eyes are stuck on that magnificent cock. Eyes up dude. Fuck. Geez, Ted was kind of an ugly dude. I don’t mean ugly, just not my preferred hottie/pretty boy. He was just a dude. Working out, IN obscene shorts. He looked like a rough and tumble hockey player. A dude. A man. Totally not into making himself look good. But the hotness just oozed from him. But he was kind of butt faced ugly.

“Hey man, how’s it going” as he steps, cock swinging, down his small hill of a front yard. “Just awesome man, how are you? Pumping out some hard miles, I see – good for you” and he smiles, breathing a bit labored from his run. “Had to – if you know what I mean.” And he bends over, hands on his knees.

“You training or something? You look in great shape.” Ha, was his response – “I wish! No man, TMI but this energy is all, 100% unspent sexual tension.” Which does, as it would, leave me speechless. What do you say to that? What does an all straight man say? Let alone one with a healthy (and diverse) sexual appetite and morals more geared to openness? Or perhaps an ally cat, as the expression goes…Everyone should have a good time, after all…as I ponder an appropriate response, I see his wife go by in the house…so she’s not away/dead/ill….

“Dude, your wife is right there – go in and make her happy, it’s what we have them for in the first place!” There. I think that’s the right amount of cool and bravado…guy to guy. Go poke your wife. Gizz in her and your problem is solved…

“Ha, no joy there my friend! It’s PAINFUL. She’s totally on the rag and has been off limits for DAYS and it’s killing me” He’s still bent over and breathing, so I can’t see his face – maybe that’s what led me to be uncharacteristically bold – or maybe I just got stupid lucky. I’m thinking of awesome, daring responses “Let me take care of that for you, big boy” and “Please, fuck me right now, I need it bad” and even worse “Well, I am sure a cold shower would solve that”…none of which seemed suitable to the occasion, and, fortunately, I was saved from the inevitable embarrassment, by his further comment – “MY balls are so fucking blue I’m in pain. That run – I left my fucking jock at the gym in the city, stirred everything up and it’s like a corked bottle of fucking champagne – ready to blow”.. as he stands and his (semi?) is available for all and sundry to see…

“Ahhh” ...wimper…sniff…panic…”That’s awful man – I feel for you…been there, done that and it SUCKS…Hang in there, man, shouldn’t be too much longer, surely, no??” As he, hands on hips, cock protruding in its lazy idleness… begging me, so I am convinced, to make friends with it…

“No fucking way man, and that’s the fucking rub – she goes on the rag and it’s, like, 10 days of sheer hell. Moodiness, aches, pains, bitchy and she so does NOT want to hear about ‘my little problem’ ". Our eyes lock – go for it dude, man up…”So, dude – use your last report and take matters into your own hands…that should make you feel better, no?” God, I can’t believe I just (BOLDLY!) told my neighbor to jerk himself off! He’ll think I’m a freak and he’ll fucking never talk to me again and I’ll never see that awesome cock again – let alone up close!. My face is red and I’m dying a slow death here.


“Yeah, pathetically, that doesn’t work for me – I know, it’s sad, but like I can blow a load (of course!) but I get like total cummers-remorse, feel like shit, and them am back to being fucking super horned an hour later. It’s NEVER worked for me. I was always so jealous of buds who’d talk about rubbing one out and being good for a week. Never. I need skin on skin and sex to have any relief or it’s a total bummer.” He seems so real and so sad about the situation. Heck, I can see how that’d be awful. Every guy I knew – whether they’d admit it or not, loved tugging their chain…it’s what guys do, no? Wow – that’s a problem.

“Uhm, so like – don’t you have, like, a friend who can like help you out? Like, a little?” Which got me a nasty look. “I’m not risking my marriage to fuck some bimbo so I can get off…Not going to happen.” Ah. Yes, straight boy response. Should have seen that coming.

“No, like I mean, a gym buddy, a nice dude who’d blow you gratis in the sauna? Like, towel off, the guy likes cock, you let ‘em feast on yours, then go on your way…”

“Is that a thing? Do guys do that? No guys I’ve ever known have ever or would ever do that. I’m not getting on that app, what is it, Grinder?” Which leads me to believe, who the hell is he hanging out with? This is cool dude, formerly from Brooklynn, which was, IMO, anything goes, central…

“Um, like yeah. It happens all the time. Like every time I hit the steam room, there are always some dudes who look like they’ve either been going at it or are getting ready to…It’s what a “fuck buddy” or something? You know, ‘helping another bro out” – that sort of thing.”

“Really – like here? There are guys that’ll blow you in the gym? I could see in the city, but here?”

“Absolutely my friend! I do not tell tales, but it’s possible that maybe I’ve received some attention – but of course, only when it was absolutely necessary. I’m in a 100% committed relationship, and I love my wife, but every now and then a “buddy” can come in handy – so to speak.” I am so cool. So suave. He never even noticed that I totally said I’d let a dude blow me…

“For real? Wow. Blows my mind. How do you pick them, like what do you do?” He’s definitely interested in the concept, which is good…”Like, but that dude would be a fag, no?”

“Well, Ted, yeah, there are all sorts of guys that seem open to having some fun on the side. There are freaks and geeks of course, but I lucked out and I’ve one or two, shall we say “buddies” – who love to suck my cock and are very agreeable to my, hmmm…erratic availability.” Ted is looking thoughtful, like he is mulling over the idea, the concept…

“Like, no strings? Like a blow and go hooker but it’s a guy? And you don’t pay?” I shake my head. “Neither one of my buddies are paid. It’s always on my schedule. Risk free – and always satisfying. I always feel like I’m in control --- which is not something with the wife and kids and work that happens very often…and I learn new shit, which rocks!”

“No shit. Sounds like heaven here in the ‘burbs – you HAVE to give me his number. He’s local? I can run right over. You are a lifesaver! Literally, man, thanks!”

Okay, so like I thought I handled that well. But somehow I’m passing My Hottie with the hot cock and hot balls full of cum to my totally gay totally getting laid whenever they want buddies…How did I do so well and fuck this up…

“Easy, tiger! Reign it in man…it’s not like you can head over, drop trou and get a sloppy one…I am merely making suggestions on how you need to set this situation up for future remediation. Brad will absolutely help you out – he’s awesome, lives in town and has his own place – and gives great head – but he’s out of town, in Cali at the moment” –

Ted looks crestfallen. Like the proverbial baby with the stolen candy. Like he could cry. “You said buddies. So that means, what two…tell me, I am begging you, to tell me you have another buddy. Here. Now. And available to blow me? Please, I am begging?” His eyes are intense. Earnest. Damn, this boy needs it. His muscles are taught, strained. His cock hanging, protruding, looking like it KNOWS it’s the center of conversation…

“Yeah, ah, sure – JT is around…his skills are off the chart hot…but he’s not such an easy set up as Brad…”

“Whatever it takes man, let’s set this up and make it happen”

Fuck. Of course sex deprived big dick hottie needs to have it now. I want to die of embarrassment. I’ve gone way father then I ever have with another dude in terms of sex talk. Frank. Open. Cool about it. FUCK, what do I do…

“See, ah, Ted, kind of embarrassing, but like, JT is very cool and gives mind-blowing head—but he insists on like, 100% reciprocation…”

Blank stare from Ted…”See, Ted, like, he blew me once and it rocked, so like we hooked up again and it was awesome and he was fine with me giving him a hand job and he shot loads, and I was cool with it, a little freaked out touching another dudes dick, but all in all it was okay and it was fine, I mean, I have one too and I touch mine all the time, so it’s no big deal and not gay or anything, just two guys helping each other out when their ladies are otherwise occupied…” Shit. Just shut up. He is looking at you like, scornful. I just came out, totally, to my neighbor. May as well put a fucking tutu on and dance in ballet shoes…

“Okay, so, like glad that works for you man…but I’m not touching another guys dick. No way, no how. I’ll take cummers remorse and my chances at yanking the pud again tonight before I’d do any shit like that – but totally cool for you to be into that. I’m an open guy, that’s fine. No big deal…But wait, do you blow him, too? You said 100% reciprocal, and that he gives great head and….dude, you into cock or what?”

Fuck. I am an inch tall. I wish I’d melt into the grass…dry and shrivel up. I just came out to my neighbor and I’d be fine with that if his cock was now in my mouth/hand/ass/slapping my body…but it wasn’t.

“Um. It was really no big deal. I didn’t know. I mean. He blew me like before and it was fine and good and then well, like, he sort of expected the same. Perfectly reasonable if you think about it, which I did not, obviously at the time, think about it that is….Yeah. Like, well, it was no big deal. I just forced myself to like lick it and then like, taste it, and it was weird but okay at the same time. And like he put it in my mouth and I kind of rocked up and down, was like bobbing up and down and jeez, I was proud that I was working my way outta this shit situation.”

“So you let him gizz in you? Wasn’t that gross? Didn’t you throw up? I’d have decked the dude, blow job or not for sticking his cock in my mouth.”

“Well, no, not really. Not then at least. Gizz that is. Fuck this is embarrassing, can we change the subject, please?”

“No fucking way man, I am hearing this, fess up to your pussy boy actions here man, I want to know how, exactly, this ends”.

Groan. This ALWAYS happens and NEVER ends well…Fuck. And he is SO hot, too. I been having precum spurting out of my penis…Fuck.

“So like, well – he grabbed me by the ears and pushed me off his cock. I had no idea why, I was actually pretty pumped that I’d been able to take him. I mean, I NEVER ever wanted to blow a guy, but shit, it actually wasn’t that bad. Okay, turns out, I really sucked at giving head. TJ was like ‘that was the worst fucking head ever. Like rubbing my dick over a cheese grater would have been more fun’ – and he was, justifiably if your think about it, pissed off. Here he was giving me an exceptional BJ to me, and I was a fucking cheese grater. I was so embarrassed.”

“Yeah, and, so, WHAT HAPPENS dumbass! Did you blow him again and did he gizz in your mouth or what?” Ted is clearly vested in the story of my experience. Do I see his cock twitching? Holy hell…in for a penny, in for a pound.

“Well, so, TJ really was a cool dude and besides the great head he gives, he was a buddy – a true friend, and I knew we needed to work this thing out ….so he, God this is awkward… he talked me through it…” Blank stare. “He told me how to work my tongue, stroke with my hands – he is a big boy – and open my throat to him. I couldn’t do it at first, but he made me practice and then.”

“Wait – he made you blow him and you went back and blew him AGAIN?!?!? What are you fucking stupid? I know you are not an all fag kind of guy – I’ve seen your kids, but you went back and let him put his dick in your mouth AGAIN while he told you how to do it???”

“Ah, yeah, sort of. I mean, you make it sound not so good, but he taught me how to pleasure him the best and how to get the biggest load out of his balls by working his taint….”

“STOP! Not another word.” I couldn’t read his (fucking ugly) face. It was blank, except for the hints of revulsion. Pathetic disbelief, too. Like I was a stinking piece of dog shit stuck to his shoe. His scowl and looks – well, let’s just say it was bad…

“Ted, get the fuck in here. My mother is 2 minutes away and we only have an hour to get to the mall – Hi, Ethan, nice to see you. C’mon, Ted, NOW!” As the window above our heads was banged closed.


Silence. Looking back, he was clearly deciding his next action…but there, in front of an uber man, so masculine, so GUY -- pissed that his neighbor was a fag and clearly frustrated that this fairy had got him MORE riled up…it didn’t seem like the best day ever…

“I will text you in 5 minutes. We are NOT done with this. Come through the garage door when I give you the all clear.”

Fuck. I guess the beating was to continue….as he turned and walked his spectacularly round and firm all man ass into his house…
 
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why did I open my fucking diarrhea mouth? ‘You should have a buddy’. Fuck. This is your brick shit house built like a Mack truck who looks like he gargles nails and rapid fire shoots them out and pounds the living shit out of ‘fairies’ or whatever NEIGHBOR. Fuck. God, yes, he’s a hottie and that cock is to STOP TRAFFIC….but he’s straight. 100%. He’d never even HEARD of getting a hummer at the gym. Who lives in a cave like that. Shit. Fuck. 5 minutes until death. I need to walk around and clear my head. Shit. Fuck. No WAY am I going home. The wife will dissect me in seconds. “Perving on the hot neighbor with that rocking 15” fat cock who can so tickle my clit unlike your pathetic lame boner never can…” Okay, so that was my imagination….as I picture Ted pushing a hot cock into my wife and her moaning in ecstasy as I jerk my little boy pud as she cums…wait. Stop. You have a perfectly decent cock. Not huge, but above average – I claim 7 ½, but, well, we all know what that means…

Stop. Focus. His wife is leaving and he no doubt wants to hear about how to hook up with TJ. Or maybe he wants to lay down the law – “this will NOT be discussed again, and in fact this conversation NEVER took place”…Yeah. That’s it. Okay. God, I am nervous. My balls are tight and my gut is all butterflies…it’s his manner. His hard body. His attitude. Fuck it, fess up. It’s all about that fucking cock…

“Hey man, she just left. Keep it cool -- Give me 2 minutes then come in through the garage.”

Oh hell. Should I text someone, maybe TJ? Let him know where he can find my body?? Fuck. Okay. You are over excited about this guy and he just wants to talk to you. Of course it’s interesting to him, he’s clearly never heard or seen or thought of any of the brilliant things I was spouting on about. Shit.

I did a lap around the block to kill the time and with my limbs nervously twitching, my gut on fire and my balls impossibly tight, I walked in through his open garage door. Well, guess I keep on going…though the exterior door, up the stairs to the landing.

“Hey man” as he hands me a beer. He’s as I left him. Shorts, cock, shirt, sweat, nerves and cock and smell and pheromones and all. But he’s barefoot, having shucked his running shoes and socks. There is a faint smell of his feet or his pits or whatever. Something smells like man and my cock notices. ‘Don’t fucking betray me now’ I think, as I take the beer he offered.

We stand facing each other, he swigs his beer, so I swig mine. We are maybe a foot, 18” apart. I can feel his heat.

“Look, dude. This is awkward for me, okay. I’m sorry, I hate to do this…”

Oh shit. I was kidding – he’s going to fucking punch me into next week….Another swig of his beer.

“Could you – no – would you, please, like, um, just touch my cock?”

Huh? Touch – T – O – U -C- H – his cock?!? Wasn’t expecting that. Maybe this is the test before he beats me to next week….”Um. Why?”

He signs, shakes his head and swigs his beer, two then three sips, then drains his.

“If you touch it, just touch it, maybe stroke it once or twice, then I can spank it and it should do me good, kind of like sex as someone else touched me. You do NOT need to do anything else. At all. Anywhere or anytime, okay. And this convo stays just with us, okay man. This is a really big taboo for me, man. Having another guy, like, touch my dick. For the first time. EVER.” Pause. No more beer to swig. I hand him mine. “So would you, please? Touch it. Just a little?”

Fucking hell yes, given the alternative which was a slow and painful death….”Uh, so like, you want me to touch your cock?” as I look down and at this thing in his pants. Long and big and hard and at an odd angle of not down, not sideways and definitely not up….but to the side and moving up…as it pulses. Swallow. No, that’s a gulp….he nods. My hand is literally shaking – the emotions are overwhelming…fear, excitement, SEX, attraction, man scent, hard body. COCK…My fingers tremble as they flitter against his shaft…Ted gasps in a little air.

“Breath, Ted. Relax” as I move my fingers gently along him “You are a big boy there, man. Good for you” to which he silently nods, his eyes closed. “Shh. Don’t talk. Just do that. Yes, that. Now back to the tip.” He stifles a soft groan. I can see a moist spot growing larger at the head of his cock. SO hot. So close, so great…yet so far.

“Touch me” as my hand stops. What does that mean? I am touching him. He drops his hands to his waistband and pushes his shorts down just enough so his cock plops out. Oh. He meant touch him bare. Bare handed…Touch that magnificent piece of manhood which NO OTHER MAN has ever touched…It’s rude and veiny and pulsing and alive and purple-ish and I stroke him, feeling the heat radiate from him, my fingers circling, touching around the tip but not at the base, no way. Too fucking thick; Fuck. Long, Hard, Fat, Cut and 100% straight…Pulsing in my hand. I am too overwhelmed to feel any emotions other than lust. Desire. Want. I could shoot immediately....if I wasn't so enthralled with his cock.

I feel his hands on my shoulders and that spectacular, famous, universally experienced sign: pressure. The soft nudge, the firm push down…down onto my knees, eye level with this magnificence as he points his cock out straight and my lips are warmed by his heat, his passion…pulsing in him. The need for release obvious, painful to see, yet responsive to a soothing touch.…
 
It isn’t an action that requires thought or intention. My instincts kick in and I take his cock into my mouth, past my gag reflex and deep into me – just for a second, getting him wet and teasing him with my warmth, my wetness. I put the skills learned, taught, forced into my by TJ on how to pleasure a man. Properly. It’s the cock, the shaft, my hands gently twisting, the friction, the balls fingered, the taint stroked. He parts his legs giving access, enjoying himself. His eyes are closed as I look up and his hands are holding my head and me firmly in place…as my pleasuring of him continues…

His balls are, if anything, tighter now, and I know he doesn’t have much room left before he erupts. I work his shaft, then his taint and brush against his puckered hole. Brush it. Tap it almost, then back to the head, slit and down his shaft. I tap tap up his balls and I can feels the veins ready to shoot their spunky load…I work my finger to my mouth for some extra lube and push my finger back to his ass. The straight boy button. I circle him and sensing his pending ejaculation and pacing myself as TJ taught me, I push my finger just into his ass, just a little, way before his ring. But enough to focus his mind and hummn. Hmmm. There it is. That flood of warm salty essence, all man. All Ted. I swallow and work to keep up with his shots. He’s on his toes now, fingers deep in my hair. “Fucking yes, Man! Fucking BLOW ME!”

I lost count after 7 or 8 or so shots, cum leaking from my mouth as I tried my hardest to swallow him up. I’m losing the battle, but holy hell it was fucking awesome. I pull off him aware he would be sensitive. I work the underside of his shaft, milking the last drops of cum out. The air REEKS of cum. Fuck, there are splotches on the floor and or me. What a mess.

Okay. So. This is the red zone. Cummers Remorse. Where the ‘John’ feels incredibly bad and is liable to do just about anything in retaliation. Ted said he got that way, so forewarned is forearmed. I get up, and spotting paper towels on the kitchen counter, I go in and grab a few. I clean up the mess and give Ted space. “Look. Um. I’ll just clean this up and get out of here.” I steal a look at him. He’s just standing there. No real discernible emotion. Not happy, not sad. Just standing there with his cock wet and glistening. Happy, spent, dripping a drop of late cum, his shorts around his thighs. What do I do.

“Um, you are dripping cum.” As I move the paper towels to catch the last drip. He flinches at the roughness. Breaks his trance and pulls his shorts up. Cock flopping in, shirt askew. My 6 year old can do a better job…”I’ll just, ah, leave you to it, then. Okay?” No response. “You gonna be okay, Ted? I know that was a bit much for one day and maybe it was, well, um, too much, maybe. Like…”

Nothing. So I turn and open the window his wife had called out of, what, an eternity ago, but more like 10 maybe 15 minutes. “Better let this place air out a bit” and I fold the paper towels up and put them in my pocket and turn…”See you around, Ted. And oh, um.. Thanks. That was great. Hope it was good for you too.” Nothing. Nothing but my hard aching cock fully extended and pulsing precum as I leave.

Now for the best part.

“Honey, you home?” as I walk in, adjusting my cock to be less noticeable. “Any chance of a quickie, sweetie? Bitch of a walk”…as I proceeded to consume her soon to be very wet vagina and pounded her but good…all is fair in sex, love and the burbs, after all!

Continued…
 
Okay, so I was on an emotional high. For like days. Everyone commented on it. Oh, the usual “someone got lucky” to the more mundane, “having a good day are we?”. I don’t know and I didn’t care. Life was good. I rocked the hottest neighbor-in-the-world world’s…and got laid and spread marital bliss to boot. What could be more perfect then that.

Except however, me. Or more rightly, my moods – my concerns, or more rightly, my imagination and my fears. . I was waiting for the text…”You are a dead man” or maybe “this never happened” or “You need to move”. But all I got was…nothing. Not a peep. No remorseful pity text. No gleeful “That was awesome” or, even better (smile, nudge, wink), “Let’s do that again…” What I got was….nothing.

Now that’s a huge let down. I go from perfect life to ‘did that even happen’ to I hope he’s not mad…

When I finally did heard from Ted, it was pretty much as I’d been coming to expect. It’s 10 plus days, more like 2 weeks since our “meeting” as I called it…and nothing from him over the past weekend. I hung around as un-obviously as possible hoping to run into him, see him running or just hanging out, but he kept himself busy. I saw the cars come and go, but they never passed by me, so not a wave. Nothing. I didn’t know what to make of it, but I went with nerves, fear, concern. Maybe a bit of shame tossed in. A real red blooded male letting a dude/fag/man such his cock. I am not sure why I put myself down, but it somehow fit into my version of the situation.

Then, out of nowhere, I get a text “We should talk. LMK when is good. Today after 3 works perfect for me if good 4 u.”

Damn. Here it is. Okay, defenses up. What will he say, what will I say, what will he do, what should I do? Pacing. If my brain could, it would have emitted steam out of my ears, so frantic I was to understand the situation. In the end, of course, I was completely off base.

He asked for me to swing by his house, again through the garage, after 3:00 and after, for sure, his wife’s car was NOT in the driveway…which I did. God. The thought of the same thing happening again got me hard, excited and scared all at once. So I also worked the other option of this could be a ‘cease and desist’ confrontation. End it so masculine boy could go on and lead his perfect hetero life with the perfect hetero cock and the perfect hetero wife. Wait. Stop. Just meet him. So that’s what I did.

I kind of just stood there. I said hello, of course, as did he. He seemed fine. Again, hard to read – happy, glad, sad, nada. He had khakis on and was barefoot…no straining, achy cock was on offer, as far as I could see…sigh. The silence was killing me and hell or high water, I had to – HAD TO, say something.

“Are you, ah, good, with, you know, like, last time?”

“Huh? What are you talking about? You mean last time you were here and you blew me?” Oh shit. No mincing words. Is he going for the kill….”yeah, that would be, ah, you know, what I was asking about.”

He looked at me and smirked. “Dude, your fucking rocked it. You sucked me so fucking dry I couldn’t get a boner for like 2 days, which isn’t true, as I get them all the time, but I didn’t think of sex, well, wait, no, I think of sex all of the time. Let me re-phase that. You sucked me so good and so dry that I was able to survive the last week of my wife’s period – And, she was super appreciative so that when things were back in order – we fucking rocked it. We’ve been banging around the clock, literally, for days. It’s too funny!”

Huh. Not what I was expecting…so silence was the response…so far at least.

“And uh, like, she’ll be starting her terror state next week, and I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

Okay. Excellent information to have, which all good neighbors should have, on their neighbor’s wife’s menstrual cycles…no wait, that’s not true. Why is he telling me this? Wait. No. Wait. No, it can’t be. My dick plumps just once in anticipation. Is that joy….wait…”you mean, you may need me again next week?” Shock, awe, silence.

“Oh no, man. Sorry. No – no way, I wouldn’t put you through that again – no way, not fair. I was hoping one of your buddies would be home and or around and that maybe you could intro me? Let me outsource the business, so to speak…”

Again, speechless. No way was I letting Brad or TJ anywhere near this stud. If there was cum to be consumed, it was all my job. I found him first and he’s mine. All mine. Mine, mine, mine. Both those guys would totally be in heaven and I’d be sitting high and dry and no doubt with huge full navy blue balls. I know what I want, and I know how to do it, and I know he enjoyed it last time and will for sure enjoy it again…but what to say that isn’t pathetic…that won’t piss him off or worse, insist on meeting the guys – he could easily go to the gym and in about an hour find both Brad and TJ who would NO doubt bend over any which way to get at that cock. Think man. How to close this deal….you’ve gotten so far.

“Well, Ted, I am fucking desperate for your cock and I want to rub my nose in your pits, ass and all over and smell like you and lick you and jam your rock hard big fucking throbbing cock hard and dry into my tight but well fucked ass whenever you want….”

Wait. Nope. Going with that might not work so well. See, I said this ‘thinking before you speak’ thing had some validity to it…

“Let’s ah, you know, maybe take things a little slowly. I, ah, didn’t hear from you after our, ah, um, after (whisper) ‘I blew you’ and I wasn’t sure what your thoughts would be. Let me, ah, check with the guys and see if they might be open to meeting up – they are awfully busy, btw. But don’t worry – any issues, concerns, questions, you might have around your uh, ejaculations or, ah, lack thereof next week, I’d be happy to address.’ Pause. “like take care of”. Silence. “like I can blow you if you need it next week.”

“Oh, cool man. You are a lifesaver. You were talking so fucking much I was like, WTF are you talking about – ‘I can blow you’ is all I need to know. Thanks. Appreciated. I’d plan on from Tuesday on, btw…so LMK if you aren’t around and or if you need me to go find one of your buddies. Do reach out to them, just in case you aren’t around.”

Ha – as if! I can 200% honestly say, I will ALWAYS be around for that cock…attached to that hard body…with that guy. Who was fucking ugly but so fucking hot. I was hard and need to rub one out…Damn. Next Tuesday can’t come (ha, cum!) fast enough…
 
So a little bit about me. Pretty average in all – I have a good job, some cash, a modest lifestyle I can just about afford. Kids. Things are good. But I do like dick. So, being all gay and out wasn’t an option for me, which left the next best thing, which is the (self) moral permission to pursue things on the side – as needed, without blowing up the rest of my life. No doubt there will be some sort of reckoning at some point in the future, somehow, but as of now, I was (mostly) all good with my life. Keep the wife happy, and grab any passing cock that was willing to be grabbed. Safe, etc., but no reason to pass up an opportunity – I did my job with wife and kids, so this is my safety valve. My release to keep things sane. Until my pervo brain gets hyped up and I get so close to fucking things up…

These fuck-ups happen fairly routinely and with consistency and almost in direct correlation to how horny I am. Which, of course, would lead to – ‘then don’t get horny’ – obvious, if you think about it….but what triggers the old horn-dog gene? That’s where I fuck up. It could be grocery shopping and some dude’s corona is clearly visible in his pants. I’ve been known to circle an aisle (searching for that one thing) a lot. Each time laser focusing on that cock, does it move? How big? Is he into me? Sometimes the answers are yes, sometimes they are no…but now I‘m horny…and I don’t want my medicine…or maybe she doesn’t want to give it up…which leaves my mind to explore all other options. That usually gets me to the gym….or more speedily through a cursory work-out and into the sauna/steam rooms. Where trouble can be routinely counted on to happen…

Which is all good…most of the time, until I get one of my ‘infatuations’. That’s what Ted is. Everything comes back to my infatuation – ‘what time is dinner?’ really means, ‘I bet Ted’s eating now, and oysters so he’s super hard and will fuck his wife for hours tonight’…or, “does this dress make me look fat?’…which obviously means, ‘will Ted be flicking my bean in this dress then fucking me hard to multiple orgasms, which your limp dick never does, in this dress?’…I know, right. I want my wife to experience THAT cock. I know she’d love it…how do I bring it up? Wait, do I want to be cuckhold? This is dangerous. I’m picturing a fantastic 3 way where Ted fucks me and then I fuck my wife, and he cums hard in my super-tight never been fucked (that much) ass, then again immediately in her as she screams in ecstasy, me holding his cock as he pounds into her vag…wait…that sequence doesn’t really flow does it…

So, yeah. Those are my infatuations. Which gets me into huge trouble and always end badly…I just want an aggressive, horny he-man with an impossibly large cock who needs constant sexual attention, which I can easily, no problem, provide 24x7. Hence my dilemma…
 
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“Hey there, neighbor – you around? Maybe want to grab a beer? My place. Like now?” Ha. Reads like Teddy boy is a little horned up and looking for action. It’s what, 10:32 a.m.? Perfect time for a beer. My wife will so think I’m becoming an alcoholic.

“Sure man, be right over” – I mean, what else can I possibly say to the guy. Never mind the list of ‘honey-do’ chores. Those will keep. Besides…my ‘beers’ with Ted tend to be pretty in and out…ha! If you get my drift.

He’s wearing his black basketball shorts and nothing else. Which is normally perfect, but black hides his bulge, which minimizes the hotness of it…but heck, I’m about to get that cock anyway.

Ted’s gotten pretty perfunctory. It’s sort of a fist bump, then a push down to the knees, cock flops out and I get to work on his semi. It may sound routine, but it’s heaven on earth to me. His cock is perfect in every way, and I love when it’s needy, but not quite awake…today he has a little crust on it – dried vag juice? I’m not saying nothing…judgement free zone here. Wait, so he got laid this morning AND he needs me here – yeah, like, a little early for the danger zone. Wait -- he just wants head? Awesome! As I lick his head, squeezing his shaft and lifting his balls. God I love big hairy, slap ‘em around balls. My nose goes under them and enjoys the scent of his taint. Deep breaths with slow warm exhale. He likes to know I’m down there, as is there were no other signs…As I lift his balls and refocus on his cock, running his shaft along my lips and tongue like an ear of corn, lubing him up. He’s just so delicious, it’s awesome to enjoy his whole package.

But apparently enough of that and he fists his cock into my mouth and holds my head firmly with his other hand. “good boy, good boy. Suck my manhood and get me going man. Yeah, that’s it" as my tongue swivels the length of him. I love tonguing his piss slit and hoping for the subtle taste of his pre. When he’s full on in and wet, it’s too difficult to taste him, especially today given whatever else created that nice curst. I do like to keep him dry so I can lap at his large first drops of pre as they spurt out. The man is a fluid machine, and it’s a nice part of the overall pleasure I get – seeing him horned up and then when he cums…but back to my man. I’ll tighten my lips and fist and bring up the pressure, his balls are about ½ an inch tighter, so he’s heading to this point of no return… twists, licks, tongue, all working to bring him closer…My palm is open and my middle finger is massaging his ass – which he has really grown to enjoy, anticipate even, as the part just before he shoots…his knees gently bent giving me access to his hole, fingers constantly applying firm then soft pressure, circular motions, tickles, teases, getting his cheeks separated and providing easy access to his button….

It’s like a symphony, really, or band or whatever music you like. My tightening motions, swivels, tongue flat out, hand on ass, his balls up, trusts faster, hands tight on my head, pistoning my head on his cock and or his cock into my head, hard to say which, he’s on his toes and is chin up, eyes no doubt towards heaven, or whatever, “Fuck, dude” and he slam-fucks me fast, eyes focused on my face, my lips, my mouth on his cock, in and out, in and out and hard and wet and fast and fuck, back on toes, “Shhhhiiiiiiiiitttttt”…..fuck, he pops a hard fast gizz load deep into me. I wasn’t deep throating him, I’m not too good at that yet so I had a massive wallop of gizz in my mouth, to swallow, with more coming. That’s when the symphony goes to complete shit and it’s all hands on deck to get that cum out, squeeze the shit out of that cock, every last drop out with pressure – up until that point, FUCK, when nope. Gotta stop. Hands off the Merchandise…sensitive time. “fuck, dude…” he whispers. Enoying his high. He shakes his head as if to bring him back to reality, cock is out of my mouth hanging gently defated there. I kiss his magnificence as a ‘thank you’ and get up off my knees.

“Pretty sweet one today, man. Thanks for letting me help you out – LMK when you need it again. Cheers man.” And I turn and go.

I know. He’s like a buddy. So why aren’t we hanging out? But that’s too close for comfort…when would be be hanging and when would be be having hot, passionate man sex? I’d rather keep his as the sex toy and fuck the friendship part. I have lots of friends anyway.
 
My legs are on his broad shoulders and his dick is buried deep in my ass. Both of my hands are pulling on his ass, moving my ass sideways to get all of him in. “Harder man, fucking POUND ME like you stole it.” My head is now back and I have spittle of precum across my chest which continues to stream from my cock. This is one superior fuck. I am tired and exhausted and about spent physically. My balls have been glued to my torso (and held up to avoid collateral damage as he slam fucks me) and I think I’ve forgotten how to cum. “Breed me man. Shoot in me. I want to feel it. Please. Now. Yeah, just right there” as he aims his cock to the right. He holds firm. In place. I feel full and consumed as if nothing else could be put into my body. And it feels great.

“You want me to cum, baby?” As his eyes penetrate my psyche as my head goes side to side. I nod. I cannot speak. “You know the rules baby. You cum then I’ll cum” as my hand goes to my cock “HANDS FREE! Or you get punished”. It’s torture, I lift my exhausted body up to him, closing the gap between us to put pressure on my cock as his stomach slides over me. I am hugging him and my cock, lubed and amply pre-cum coated, is getting the friction it needs. Fuck it’s been so long and there have been SO many false starts. He’s edge fucking me – getting me ready to shoot then stopping and it’s awesome and awful at the same time.

“I need to cum. Please. I am begging you” His smile is evil. With his arms at my shoulders, he pulls out his cock and then rams it in again, then out and in and builds up to a slowly increasing rhythm – my cock is numb, over stimulated for sure, but enjoying every stroke delivered by our entwined bodies. Ah. There it is. The faint hint of it … again. This time’s for real buddy, you get to cum…just cum for daddy, just cum buddy …cum baby as I talk myself into an orgasm, which came in a crescendo, it happened with alarming rapidity and a slightly different sensation. My balls are indeed tight, the ducts made too tight to be bringing my semen out smoothly -- no doubt they are very pinched…but it’s a bloody needed relief…My cum wets us and my legs relax and the smell is primitive and bleachy and primal and I can feel him pulling up and pausing, out, in, pause. He is gently erupting in me. Deep in me. Breeding me. Flooding me with his seed. His lips are on mine and we are deep, tongue-in making out. He’s still fucking me, but it’s the end of his orgasms and he’s just emptying into me…my cock now deflating as well. What a fucking HOT afternoon.

“Dude, you fuck so much better after you’ve started blowing your neighbor. Are you sure he’s not fucking you too – passing out pointers and you are holding off on me?”

What, is TJ serious? Like I’d hold out on him? We are tightly entwined. Truth be told, I’d move in with him in a heartbeat if he’d let me. But it’s not in the cards. The best I can hope for is ‘fuck buddies’. The occasional (about once a year so far??) hot, hot fuck, with regular wham bam thank you dude vanilla (guy/guy) sex in between. He does intimacy very well – but very infrequently…

See, TJ is the man. 6’3” easy, built like the marine he used to be. 100% gay. Super cool Brooklynn dude who could easily work in the entertainment industry. He’d made a ton of cash modeling and, well, he just made cash by breathing, so he didn’t need any more ‘work’ to live his perfect life. He’s way out of my league – he and I both know it. But somehow he likes me, and we got to be friends and that led to the fuck buddy part…but he’s a busy, on demand guy. I’ve met his boyfriends, with their private jets and long private trips to Antigua or the Greek Islands or Phuket. And I just don’t compete….

“T’j…(pronounced as one word as in a nickname, rather than two letters)…if Ted was fucking me…you’d be the first to know. So NO. We are not fucking and chances are it’ll NEVER happen. That, according to the laws of Ted, would be 'gay'. Whereas getting head by me is fully justifiable…”

TJ rolls off me and stretches out as he relaxes from our stellar fuck. God, can that man fuck.

“Well, I mean, based on what you’ve said, you want him. And he’s a horn-dog. So get him to fuck you.”

Ha, I think. If it was only so easy. “TJ, I get it – I get him. Fucking is a little intimate…and it is something he does with his wife…whether or not she gives head or not, well, I think he said she did, but it’s not the same intimacy as fucking. He’s never even SEEN my dick, let alone touched it. SO kind of a big step to flash my ass at him and beg to get pegged, no?”

“Plus”, I add for good measure…”I’m not risking the relationship, which is excellent, for a fuck.”

“And, I add, “Besides, if I want to get slam fucked, there is always you, so I don’t need to jeopardize my situation with Ted to get what I’m getting anyway when I get here…”

TJ is just staring at the ceiling. I am leaning on my side in his bed looking at him. He is thinking. Pondering. Which is almost, usually, most of the time, either excellent – or not so good…

“So, Ethan. I think I can fix this situation.”
 
“So when are you ‘taking care of’ Ted next? Like, when is his wife’s period or whatever so he needs you?”

We’re dressed now. And past the lover stage and back in the friends mode. It’s a nice friendship – such as it is. We can talk about anything. My wife knows we’re friends, but it’s gym buddy only stuff – and she has NO idea what goes on at the gym, so it’s a ‘safe’ relationship. Start being ‘best’ buddies with a gay/hot/aggressive/always horny red-blooded hottie gay dude and all sorts of flags – red, yellow all of them, start getting tossed out. So best to avoid that… He’s just a buddy it’s okay to say I ran into, but not one we invite to the backyard BBQ, if you get the difference.

“Well, she’s just out of it, or getting out of it. I’m blowing him tomorrow and he’s planning to fuck her tomorrow night. So, all going well, for him, that is, he’ll be getting his allotment of marital tale for the next 3 weeks or so. Why?”

“Well, the solution to making him want to bed you is very simple, and with the right planning, he’ll be suggesting it before too long – how long is always hard, but I think I have the tools to make you irresistible to him.” He starts to walk slowly around me, eying my body, now clothed. Touching my arms, then ass and legs. He has a finger to his mouth, assessing me for god knows what.

“Are you done? What am I, the Thursday special at the market? Dude – no way is he ever going to want to voluntarily fuck me. I could maybe trick him into it, or drug him or something, but that’s just wrong and he’d never forgive me. So again, NOT ruining what is a perfect situation so that I can get more. Get it. I won THE MAN LOTTERY. I do NOT need more. Copy?”

TJ circles me again. “Nonsense. Of course he wants you. You are a stupendous piece of ass, way better than anything he’s ever had or ever will again. He will want you and he will take you and he will come back for more. 100%. Guaranteed. Just be here tomorrow – immediately after you take care of Ted, at whatever time, but the sooner after the better, and be prepared to follow my instruction. To the letter. Go it?”

“You are fucked in the…”

“Do you want him?” I nod, of course. He’s the perfect man.

“Do you want him to want you?” Another nod.

“Then be here tomorrow and expect to follow my orders. They will be hard. You will not like them. You will bitch and moan and complain. But in the end, when his cock has made peace with your ass, and his lips are locked onto yours…you will thank me. Got it. So – tomorrow, right after.”
 
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So the thing is, as I leave TJs – WELL fucked. Happy, contented. Feeling loved. God, my hole is sore and it feels so fucking awesome. I gave my all to a man who is all man and just incredible in every way. But fuck. I know, heart of hearts, as much as I feel like I love him and would move in with him if he’d let me – real life be damned, BUT and there is always a BUT with guys like TJ…he just doesn’t LOVE me. I’m a hole. Oh, sure, a friend and all, but we are ‘friends’: ships, allies, passing in the night. There is no future, per se, with him – like I have right now with my wife…guilt trip starts. Major guilt trip…and I really, really want a future with Ted…

Wait. What? God my life is so fucked up. Okay. So TJ and I are buddies and we care for each other. It’s what friends are and do for each other. But we are just ‘friends with benefits’ as only guys can do – versus a mistress, which if your friend was a chick she would absolutely be…which would be a problem. More so, in the home wrecker sense, then your fuck buddy from the gym….somehow I worked that out logically in my pea brain years ago, but I forgot the moral of it. And both situations sound bad and like divorce central…which I do NOT want…

Fuck. So Ted. No way would be ever want to fuck me. He’s basically said so. The head, awesome as it is, is for, literally mental medicinal purposes, which is perfectly fine. Even natural for a gay-guy-in-disguise, to provide for a straight man. I mean, that makes sense. How is TJ ever going to change that? No way, no how as Ted likes to say…

But….there are those buts again…TJ is the man. If he says something is going to happen…just this small, tiny part of my brains says….believe him. Hell, believe IN him…No way. No how. But god, if he could. Imagine, 220 pounds of like 0% fat TED pounding those beefy hockey toned ass cheeks into me…yes, just like TJ, but with LOVE…god, fucking me because he wanted to….versus it was the closest ass available….which isn’t really fair to TJ, but still. He fucks around the clock and around the globe. I am never anything special…if it was my man. My Ted, between my legs, his lips on mine, his arms around me, as he softly, softly pounds the living shit out of me…well, that’s something to at least HEAR what TJ is thinking. Right?