Sonntag, 24. Januar 2016

A satisfactory encounter

The man was enjoying his afternoon walk. An ordinary looking man,
maybe sixty years old, walking in the woods only half a mile from his
home. As he walked, his thoughts turned to his past life, and it's many
pleasures.

    He had retired early from his well-paid post. Well, strictly, he
had been cleared out when the firm had been taken over. The settlement
package had been very generous, and he found that by living in a small flat
in this run-down area he could survive easily; indeed, could live quite
comfortably.

    He had never married. Women held no interest for him. His sexual
preference had always been for his own kind. Even as a young boy, before
sex became part of his life, he had found the company of men preferable to
that of women. In adolescence he soon discovered the pleasures of sex with
other boys, and then with older men. But his greatest delight was in
adolescents of the age he had been at his first initiation. Each time he
found another boy to give him that sweet pleasure, it was like reliving
those wonderful days over again.

    While he was working there were always office lads, or messenger
boys, who would oblige for a consideration. He never felt qualms at
offering them money, or gifts. And then there were the holidays. For a
trivial amount in Pesetas, or Lire, or Drachmae, one could so easily obtain
the services of a smooth-cheeked lad. He had been lucky, too. He had once
been robbed, in Italy, in the early days, and ever since then had gone out
with only a small amount of money on him -- just enough to pay for what he
wanted.

    He'd had one frightening experience in a small Italian seaside
resort. He had gone down to the beach, looking for sex. He had spotted a
charming looking lad of maybe twelve -- they mature younger in the
Mediterranean countries -- and made one of his usual approaches. The lad
was alone, always a good sign, and he went up him.

    "Scusi, signorino. Quest' indirizzio?"
    The lad looked up, and the man opened his wallet with an address
written on a scrap of card. Sticking up out of the wallet was a thousand
Lire note. The lad got the message at once, and smiled.
    "Ti piace venere - Do you want sex?"
    "Mi piace molto -- I want it very much!"
    "Andiamo -- Shall we go?"

    The boy led the way to a secluded part of the beach, casually
dropped his thin shorts, and bent unconcernedly over a rock. The man
dropped his own shorts, and entered the boy easily. No beginner, this one!
He had just got into a steady rhythm when two Carabinieri appeared from
nowhere, and grabbed him, pulling him off the boy. They were both made to
pull up their shorts, and led to a waiting patrol car. The man had visions
of being thrown in to some dirty Italian jail, waiting a year for trial,
and then a long sentence.

    They were bundled into the back of the car, and the older man, grey
haired and stout, leant across and whispered into the ear of his handsome
young partner. His partner nodded, and drove off, not into the town centre,
where the Station was, but up into the hills behind the town.

    The car drew up beside a small Olive grove, and they were made to
get out. The older man said something to the boy, and he nodded, and
dropped his shorts again and lay face down on the soft grass, with his
pretty little bottom raised provocatively.. The man unfastened his gun
belt, and dropped his pants, revealing a fine erection. He said something
to his partner, who went and got a small flask from the car. The man
anointed the lad's hole -- it was oil, obviously - and the lad turned his
head.

    "Grazie signore!"

    The old fellow smiled down at him, and then knelt and entered him
with practised ease, as the young policeman and the Englishman watched.
    The young man then dropped his own trousers, revealing an
absolutely massive organ. He gestured to the Englishman to kneel, and
thrust the huge thing at his mouth. The man thought to himself 'this is the
sort of punishment I can accept', and sucked strongly on as much as he
could get in his mouth. He was skilled, and delighted his captor with the
flickering of his tongue round the great bulbous end, while he fondled and
gently squeezed the capacious ball bag below. It crossed his mind that the
lad would never have coped with this monster!

    Then, before he reached his climax, the carabiniere withdrew. The
man thought that his moment of truth had arrived, and that this giant penis
was to be thrust into his own back passage! The young man had other
ideas. He turned away, bent forward, presenting his own firm smooth
buttocks.

    "Incularmi, Inglese. Incularmi! -- Fuck me, Englishman, Fuck me!"
    The Englishman obliged, and entered the ready hole easily. No need
for oil. He fucked away strongly, thinking that if it wasn't as good as a
young boy, it was a darn sight better than nothing. As he thrust and
thrust, his hands held the wonder weapon and squeezed it in time with his
plunging cock. He knew he was doing the right thing when the young
policeman cried out.

    "Bellisimo, Signore, Bellissimo! Vengo!"

Beautiful, mister, Beautiful. I'm cumming!
Nothing ever excited the Englishman so much as the other person
climaxing, and his own semen spurted into the willing hole just as powerful
jets from the policeman's great gonads shot out onto the grass. He
withdrew, and the two of them sat back on the grass. The older man had
finished too; in fact he and the lad had tidied themselves up, and had
watched the end of the performance with interest.

    "Va bene, Carlo? -- Did it go well?"
    "Benissimo, Roberto. E tu? -- Very well. And you?"
    "Anche benissimo." He patted the lad's behind, and ruffled his
curly head. "Andiamo."

    They all piled into the car, and went back to town. The two
carabineri let them both out in the main square, with smiles. The
Englishman gave the young policeman's hand a squeeze.

    "Grazie, Signore"
    The car drove off, and the man turned to the boy and handed him the
1000 Lire note.
    "Domani? -- Tomorrow?"
    "Si, signore." He rubbed his finger and thumb together in the old
gesture. "E un' altra mille Lire?"
    "Si. Domani!"

    It had been a good holiday after that. Rodolfo, as the boy was
called, earned himself more Lire, and also learnt from the man how to be
more co-operative and active in his performance. And the man was delighted
to find himself under arrest a couple of more times by his carabinieri
friends!

    As he reminisced inwardly, he found his cock responding pleasantly,
and wondered if he should stop for a little self-relief. Then he heard a
high pitched cry.

    "Bugger", he thought. "Kids. Better wait until I get home."
    The cry again, and it sounded unlike play. Maybe someone was being
attacked. He was no hero, but maybe if he made a lot of noise the attackers
would run off. He ran towards the sound, and soon saw what the trouble
was. A boy who looked about fourteen was up a tree, and was shouting for
help.

    "What's the matter, lad?"
    "My foot's stuck. I can't get down. I've been shouting for ages!"

The boy's foot was wedged in a fork of the tree, and he was hanging
onto a branch, looking all in. The man thought of going for help, but
realised that the boy's position was unsafe. If he let go of the branch --
and he looked as though he might, any minute -- he would be swung back
against the tree, and he might twist or even break his ankle. The man asked
how he got up.

    "The other side of the tree. It's easy that way."

He went round the tree, and sure enough, there were good hand
holds. He climbed up above the boy and assessed the situation. He smiled
sadly to himself. The kid had no brains at all. He only needed to pull his
foot out of his shoe to get free. Still, this was no time to tell him
that. He was distressed enough, without being made to feel stupid. The man
pushed his weight against the offending fork, and the boy got his foot
free, and dropped to the ground. He lay there in a heap, shivering from
shock.

    The man climbed down to him. The boy lay there, trembling, and the
man picked him up and took him across to a bigger tree, and sat back
against it, cradling the frightened lad in his arms. He took off his thick
tweed jacket, and draped it over the boy's front the wrong way round, and
held the boy close.

    "Just sit here a while, lad, and let yourself calm down a bit. I'm
sure you'll be OK after a little rest."

The boy leaned back against him, and he could feel the warmth of
the slim young body through the thin shirt. He stroked the boy's chest, and
felt the boy relax against him. After a while the boy shifted his position,
snuggling closer, and now the lad's back was under the man's hand. He
stroked rhythmically, up and down the length of the young slender back. The
boy's shirt had ridden up out of his trousers, and the man's hand felt the
warm bare flesh, just above the waistline. He gave an appreciative murmur.

    "That feels good, mister."

The man's erection had returned, and he now caressed the smooth
back under the shirt. He tried to slip his hand beneath the trouser belt,
but it was too tight, so he contented himself with stroking down over the
thin school trousers, feeling the softness of the young buttocks. The boy
turned his head up and smiled.

    "These trousers are too tight, mister. I'll loosen them a bit, if
you don't mind."

Saying that, he unclipped the fastener at the belt, and eased the
zip down a little. Now the man's hand could slide down easily inside, over
the soft flesh. If the man had any doubts, they were soon allayed by the
way the lad arched his back to allow the wandering hand to go right down.

    "Do the front again, mister. I liked that."

He turned, and lay back in the man's arms. The jacket had been tossed aside, and the man unfastened the shirt buttons, and fondled the small pink nipples for a while, before
moving steadily down to the boy's lower abdomen. The zip opened further,
and a small patch of light pubic hair was revealed, and the end of the
boy's penis, now fully erect . No doubt now what was wanted!

The man took the boy's four inches in his hand and fondled it for a
while. His own erection was now almost bursting his trousers, and he moved
the boy aside. The boy understood, and reached down a hand and deftly
unfastened the man's flies and felt inside the underpants, bringing the
sturdy seven inches into view.

    "I reckon I owe you one, mister", said the lad, and he bent his
head over and took the end between his lips. The man lay back, enjoying the
warmth of the young mouth. But he was hoping for even more.

    "Let me do you for a bit, lad."
    "Sure, mister. Let's do it properly, like with our Jack."
    With that, the lad kicked off his trainers, and slipped his
trousers right off.
    "Jack likes it like this, so that he can do just what he likes with
me."
   
He lay on his back on the grass, with his legs open, and the man
went down on him, sucking the slender tool with the expertise of many
years. As he sucked and licked, he eased his thumb towards the boy's anus,
and then gently in: no trouble at all. He knew now just what it was that
'our Jack' liked! He looked at the boy, who smilingly nodded his
acceptance.

    He adjusted his position, and then slid quite easily into the
waiting orifice. He was certainly not the first to use this entrance! In
only half a dozen easy strokes he was deep in, and started to fuck. He
carried on for quite a time, maybe five minutes, until the boy said
"Faster, mister. A bit faster. I'm going to cum soon.

So was he!. He increased speed, and strength, and plunged deep into
the moist hot welcoming hole. He saw the first splash of cum shoot out of
the lad, and it had it's usual effect. His own juices shot into the lad (as
good a completion as he'd had since that kid at the south coast resort last
summer) and the boy's own spunk splashed up onto both of them.
    He withdrew then, but couldn't resist taking the boy into his mouth
again to suck out the last remaining juices.

    "Feeling better now?" he asked the boy.
    "Much better. That was a great fuck, mister. You went on a long
time. Our Jack is finished in half a minute!"
    "We older men have learnt how to make it last, lad. We don't get it
as easily as you young ones; but we make up for it when we do!"
    They tidied themselves up, and he walked with the boy to the edge
of the woods.
    "You'd better leave me here, mister. If my mates see me come out of
the woods with an old man they'll think the worst", he said, grinning.
    "Oh dear, that would never do, would it, my young friend?"
    The boy turned to go, and then turned back. "Thanks for getting me
out of that tree. And for the other. By the way, how old are you, mister.
    The man told him.
    "Yikes! Older than my granddad!"
    "Maybe you should find out what granddad has to offer!"
    "Maybe I will. See you around."
But the man never met the boy again.
        'Still', he thought, 'a most satisfactory encounter'.

Dienstag, 12. Januar 2016

Mr. Martin, Teacher

I was grading a large stack of test papers when I came upon it. It was buried between Lisa's and Jane's tests. Lisa is in my Second period class,and Jane is in my Third period. The paper was written on a computer and wasn't signed. It was better quality paper then what the math tests were on. If I had been paying attention, it really stuck out. I started reading.


"Dear Mr. Martin," (That's me.)

"I know you could never like a boy like me, but I have to tell you that I love you. I'm still a virgin, and I wish you would be my first. I think about you every night when I jack off. I use a big carrot up my ass, and pretend it is your dick. It makes me cum even harder, but as my cum shoots out, I wish it was really you. I wish I could taste your cum. I know you would never like me, that way, but I had to tell
you."

  I was dumbfound. I didn't know what to think. My students are 16 and 17; I'm 63 years-old. Well, I guess I do act younger, and I look
younger. But to a kid? Who could have written it? Carl? No, he's going with that girl, what's-her-name. Josh? I haven't seen him with anyone. He just doesn't strike me as the type. Benny? No. He's too mousy. He's afraid of his own shadow. He could never work up the nerve to write something like that. Wes? Not likely, no spelling errors! Poor Wes can mis-spell the word 'at'. Who could it BE? No one in the First period could have put it where I found it. It would have to be after First period. Who? Whoever it was that wrote that note doesn't really know me. My wife had died the previous year. It had been a bad marriage. I'd had a male lover when I was 18, but I had bought the American Dream. A wife, house, kids, and two cars in the garage. I love my kids dearly, but I should never have married. My wife and I were faithful to each other, but only because of our beliefs. We both knew it was a mistake. The last few years she was alive, it was harder and harder to pretend we loved each other.

  I have to admit, I looked at some of my students a little differently after she died. There are some damn good looking boys in my classes, I've had some wild jack-off sessions, jut thinking about some of them. I have always been too afraid to approach any of them. I like my job, and don't want to get fired. I had to force myself to stop wondering about who could have sent the note, and finish grading the tests.

  The next morning, as I was getting ready for the day, the note flashed before my mind. I sat thinking about it as I had my second cup
of coffee. As I was getting ready for my shower an idea came to me. I would just make an announcement to each of my classes saying "I want to thank the writer of that beautiful note." That's it. No pressure on the boy, but open if he wants to come forward. I took the time to check myself in the mirror. Flat stomach, firm ass. Chest not as toned as it once was, but not bad for a 5 foot 11 inch, 160 pound, 63 year-old. I don't look like one of those football players in my class, but I'm not bad for my age. I dressed with extra care. I wanted to look my best for my young Romeo.

  I was sure he couldn't be in First period, but I made the announcement to that class also. I started in with the lesson, and we were about 20 minutes into the class, when I noticed Bobby Smith cupping his package.Could it be he? Was he trying to send me a message? No. It can't be. There is just no way he could have gotten the note into that spot in the stack of tests. Bobby kept fondling himself, and it was damn distracting. Finally the bell rang, and I was yelling out the home work assignment as the kids ran from the class. Jim smiled at me as he left. Could it be he?

  Second period. Cory Williams seemed to take an awfully long time to rearrange his dick. Looks like he has a hard-on. Wonder what gave it to him? ME? No. He keeps looking over at Betty. Get your mind back on the lesson.

  All day long, I noticed boys adjusting themselves. It seemed as if half the boys in each class, had to play with their cocks sometime during the period. I'm not sure, but it looked like, during Fifth period, that Mike Wilson was jacking off. It was hard to tell though, he wears those loose,baggy pants, but his hand was in his pocket a long time, and there seemedto be some movement in his lap. I had to sit down at my desk, before anyone noticed I was getting hard. At least pants these days aren't as tight as when I started teaching. Back in the 60's, there was just no way a guy could hide a hard-on.

  Final bell. I straightened my desk, killing some time. I always make myself available to any student that needs help, after school. Maybe Romeo would show up. Will Jackson came in the room, and asked me to explain the problem. As I was going over it once again with him, his hand moved to his crotch, and he was massaging himself. I lost my train of thought, and he looked up and grinned as he noticed where I was looking. I felt myself blush as we returned to the problem. No one else came in, so I locked the classroom and headed home.

  All week long, it was the same thing. Watch this boy or that boy playing with himself in class. It used to be the girls I watched, back in the
'70's. I used to love those micro-mini skirts. Half the girls then didn't even wear underwear. Now, it seems to be the boys' turn to act sexy all the time. Man, would I like for it to be Jason Masters. That is one hot looking guy. He's satisfied with the C's he makes. Football player. Blond hair, in that undercut surfer style. Baby blue eyes, that you could sink into. But, I think he's dating Linda something-or-other. Jim Franks wouldn't be bad either. Dark brown hair, a little too long, but........

  Friday at last. I watched very closely as the tests were placed on my desk. I didn't see anyone slip anything into the pile. I waited 15 minutes before getting ready to leave. I seldom have anyone stop by on Fridays. I gathered the tests up, and there it was, on the very bottom of the stack.Same paper, folded in half!

"Dear Mr. Martin,"

"Is there a chance for me? If there is, put a small x at the top left hand corner of the blackboard."

  I rushed over to the blackboard, and put an x in the corner. All weekend to wait to find out who my Romeo is.

  The weekend dragged. I kept my grandkids Saturday night, as my daughter and her husband went to dinner and a movie. I enjoy the kids, but I couldn't keep my mind off Romeo. Who is he? It's driving me crazy.

  Monday morning at last. I watched each of the boys, as they entered the classroom. None of them seemed to be looking at the blackboard. None with a slight blush. Nothing unusual.

 I started the lesson. Had all the boys always grabbed themselves like that? Am I just now noticing it? It's hard to keep my mind on what I'm
supposed to be teaching. Well, it's the last class. I once again yelled at them to turn in their home-work before leaving, as they rushed out after the bell. All day, and I still hadn't spotted Romeo.

  Bob Knight was standing there. Is it him? He's beautiful. Dark hair, nice smile, clean-cut all-American boy. Oh. He just needs help with the work. Jane and Benny are all that's left. Benny? It wouldn't surprise me if he is gay, but Benny?

  Benny held back until Jane was gone. He opened his book, and asked his question, before whispering "It's me, Mr. Martin." Benny.

  I told him he was going to need extra help with his problem, and suggested he should come over to my house, later. I started to give him my address, but he already had it. I wondered how.

  I hurried home, making a stop at the corner store for some sodas. I checked the house quickly, making sure there were no dirty dishes in the sink or underwear lying around. There was a knock at the door, and I rushed to open it.

  Benny stood there, with his head down. I invited him in, and he scooted past me. I shut the door, and he stood there in the middle of the livingroom looking very bashful.




  I went over to him, and gently raised his head, with my forefinger hooked under his chin. He gave me a bashful smile, and I smiled back at him. He was a good looking boy when he smiled. His dark brown eyes sparkled. His hair was neat and well combed.

  I asked him if this was really what he wanted. "More then anything," he replied. I leaned forward to kiss him, and as soon as our lips met, his arms went around me. His tongue hungrily searched for mine. His hands were roaming over my body, as he moaned from deep inside. He broke our kiss, as he nuzzled my neck. His hands were busily working the buttons on my shirt. Benny? This is shy, mousy Benny?

  I took him by the hand, and led him to my bedroom. My shirt was half off, and Benny was in a hurry. He was working his shirt off over his head, as we walked down the hallway. He was hopping on one leg as a shoe came off, followed by his sock. He shook his shirt off his arm, as I released his hand.

He hobbled around the bedroom, as he got his other shoe and sock off. His jeans fell to the floor. His jockeys were tented out, as he stepped out of his pants. He slipped them down, and I had to stop undressing, and stare at his wonderful dick. All six inches of it pointed at the ceiling, and was framed by his brown pubic bush. His ripe nuts were hanging close to his body. He spun around, like a dancer, and showed off his bubble butt. He grinned as he told me, "It's all yours, Mr. Martin."

  I was just staring at his young beautiful body. The body Benny was giving me. I was overcome. I was light headed. All my blood had to
be in my 7- inch dick. I was harder then I remember being in a long time. I could have used my dick as a coat hook.

  I broke my trance when Benny moved to me, and as he was undoing my belt, he whispered, "Like what you see, do you?" Benny now seemed to be the teacher. I could only nod. I placed the palms of my hands on his firm young chest, as he opened my pants. His hand was on my hard dick, feeling and testing the size. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, as he ran his hand down my tender, sensitive cock. I was afraid I was going to cream my underwear right then.

  Slowly, Benny removed my underpants. He squatted as he lowered them to my ankles. His mouth was at my crotch, and he ran his tongue up all seven inches, before gently pushing me towards the bed. I sat on the edge, as he removed my shoes and socks. As soon as we both were naked, he gently pushed me back, and our bodies melded into one. His hard dick was teasing mine, as once again, our tongues found the other's mouth. We squirmed up onto the bed, without letting go of our grip on the other. Hands everywhere, as we hugged and rocked each other.

  Benny started kissing my chest, travelling lower and lower. He took my cock into his hot young mouth, and I knew this was what I wanted. I had forgotten what it felt like. My wife wouldn't do that. His mouth left my hard dick, as his tongue licked my nuts. I had to tell him
that I wanted to taste his cock.

  It had been so long since I had one in my mouth; 45 years too long. I kissed his neck, then worked my way down to his dime-sized nipple. Mmmmm it was good. Benny was squirming under my mouth. Lower I went, kissing and licking, until I came to his hard rod. I gave it a tender bath with my tongue as Benny moaned. I was smelling the smell I had long ago forgotten. A young man. Musty. Sweet. Sexy.

  "Do it, Mr. Martin. Fuck me. Fuck me now. Please, Mr. Martin. I need to be fucked." Benny was begging. I quickly searched my mind for what I had that we could use as lube. Benny just rolled off the bed, and with his hard cock swinging back and forth, hurried to his jeans. He pulled a tube of lubrication out of his pocket, as he announced, "I used to be a Boy Scout. Always prepared." He grinned as he bounded back to the bed.

  He applied it to my dick, and it twitched each time he touched it. He had already got himself ready before he had came over, so, he just freshened himself a little, and we were ready.

  He lay on his back, and lifted his legs. I was trembling as I aimed my hard-on at his puckered ass hole. Too many years. Just too many, that I had gone without this. The head of my dick entered his hot passion-tunnel without any resistence. Slowly, I pushed on in. Benny was moaning with pure pleasure. I bottomed out. Oh, Lord, how I have missed this. No woman can ever compare to a hot young man's ass.

  "Teach me, Mr. Martin. Teach me what a real man is like." Benny moaned. I just smiled into those lust-filled eyes, as I started fucking him. Each time the fat head of my dick passed his hard prostate, pre-cum would squirt from the tip of his cock. I reached down and scooped it up with my finger. I brought it to my mouth and licked my finger clean. Oh, man, was it good. I scooped up more, but Benny pulled my finger to his mouth, and sucked it in. We smiled at each other as we fucked and shared his pre-cum.

  It was getting too good. I had to speed up, as I fucked faster and faster into Benny's wonderful ass. I was going as fast and hard as I could,
groaning and moaning, when I heard Benny: "Omigod! Oh, Mr. Martin! OOOOOOOOOOHH!" I was unloading a month's supply of cum deep into Benny, as I moaned, then screamed.

  We rested as we were, and I had gone soft before I withdrew from his great ass. I leaned forward and cleansed Benny's tummy of cum with my tongue. The taste was sweet. How could I have gone 45 years without that taste, I asked myself. I slurped his soft cock into my mouth, searching for the last drop of his nectar.

  We lay together for 15 or 20 minutes, before getting up and following the trail of clothes, as we dressed. We had a can of pop in the livingroom. As Benny was getting ready to go, he asked if he could come back for more "special tutoring" sometime. I told him he could, anytime he needed tutoring.

  The next day, I noticed Benny was sitting up straighter, and didn't duck his head when anyone said something to him. He even talked in class! He was smiling as he talked to Jason Masters, and they left the room together. I hope it isn't long before he needs some more tutoring!

Montag, 4. Januar 2016

Old Hunger Sated

I'm an older 'straight' guy whose wife lost interest in sex several years ago. Since I've still had lots of sex interest but don't want to be unfaithful, I masturbate more than anyone would believe of a man aged 65. And I enjoy it as much as I did when I was 16.

I have come to love my cock. I love just holding and massaging it. I enjoy looking at it when it gets totally hard and large. Maybe it's strange, but I've come to think of my cock as simply beautiful and when I go to internet sites I look for pics that have good views of large cocks having sex with lovely women.

Over the last several months I've noticed that the sight of those hairy men with big thick cocks turns me on more than the women do. It doesn't matter what color or shape, I just get hot looking at pictures of cocks. And I've wondered about myself. Am I now so late in life turning gay? If I am, why or how can it be.

Then last week, things started to change--rapidly. I took my car over to a neighbor's for him to check it out for me. He's a great mechanic and has been a good friend for 20 years. He looks like a Norwegian Lil Abner. About 6'2", 180 or so, lots of blonde hair and bright blue eyes, with a great friendly smile.

In all the time we've known each other I've never thought that much about his statistics, looks, etc. In fact when he and his beautiful wife come over to swim or have a drink, I usually ogle her big tits hanging out of her small top. Even though she's in her 50's, she's still got one fine body. Her ass is a bit large but firm (yeah, I've bumped up against her a time or two) and sexy as all get out with those big green eyes. A few times I've even thought maybe she was giving me the come-on when she sits by the pool in her swim suit and spreads her legs so that little is left to the imagination---God, what fat pussy lips!

But back to my story--gee, now I'm starting to get a bit hard just thinking aboutlast week. Robert was wearing no shirt and only a pair of shorts that were too short to be in style and very loose. As I watched him slide his upper body up under the car to the point that he could no longer see me, I nearly popped my pants when I saw his super huge cock hanging down his leg. He was wearing no underwear and his cock was highly visible to me as he moved around under the car.

This was my first opportunity to stare openly at a man's cock other than my own. Years ago I might even have been revolted, but now..... Now I was looking at the most beautiful thing I could imagine. The hair around his cock was thick blonde, his balls hung loose and heavy. And when he'd turn or twist, that long beautiful thing would flop and show itself to me in a different view. Damn, I got so hot that there was no way I could keep my cock from hardening.

I don't mean to brag but I've got about 8 inches of thick uncut cock. Women loved it back when I was younger and my wife used to go crazy when she rode my cock as I lay on my back and she straddled me. She'd fuck us both out of our skulls and beg me to pull her nipples until they stuck out almost an inch. But, alas, that's ancient history.

Back to my friends garage. He kept teling me to bend down so he could show me what he was talking about. Now, I wouldn't know an oil pan from an exhaust pipe, but I got down on the floor with him and....oh, shit!!! His balls were right in my face and his cock was much larger and semi-rigid. Maybe even a bit larger than my own. I wanted to just grab it and hold it.

His foreskin was long over the huge head of his cock. Looking like it had been whanked a few times too. Then I noticed that when I could see his face he was looking directly at my crotch and the hump that my hard cock was creating in my pants, My boxer shorts weren't holding it down at all. And with the beautiful show I'd been watching---long hard full shaft with veins out prominently, head larger than the shaft with the skin stretched tight around it---my cock was well within his view and showing loud and clear.

I was afraid of what he would think and started to get up where he couldn't see my swollen cock. Then it occurred to me that he must be interested if his cock was hardening so. And about that time, the huge pink head exploded out from the foreskin without his even touching it. As the skin rolled back I must have gasped out loud. He rolled his dolly out from the car and looked me in the eyes for several long seconds. All the time that lovely huge cock was getting even larger and harder.

My God! He was breathing hard, his eyes had that glassy look and I knew at that moment he was hot and it had to be from showing me his cock and seeing my reaction. There was no hiding it. My cock was sticking out like a tent pole, my face was flushed and I was panting like an old hound dog on a hot day. But by now I didn't care.

Man, did I ever want to touch, hold, that beauty. I wanted to take his cock and feel the heat that I knew was inside it. Robert just isn't as shy as I am so he eased my indecision by unzipping his shorts and pulling that lovely white cock out from his shorts. By now it was perfectly hard and stiff and stretched tight with the foreskin rolled back behind the head that was now so purple and full. I could see the glistening spot on his hole where the lubricating precum had oozed out. I HAD to have his cock and he was willing to give it to me--I was almost sure.

Among all the tools and junk he had been working with, I'd not noticed that he had his remote garage door opener there near him. He took it and pointed at the garage door. Down it came. The garage now seemed so private. I knew his beautiful wife was working today and wouldn't be home for hours.

Robert very softly said, "Come here, James" and reached out for my pants. He caught me by the waist and before I knew what was happening he had opened my pants and pushed them down my legs. Then he grabbed my cock and we both groaned as he took it in his hand. I was totally wet and the skin slipped back over my cockhead smoothly, easily. I've never had another man touch me before. When his firm grip pulled my cock toward him I thought I would pass out. It felt like nothing I've ever known before. The heat was so deep right down in my crotch and my balls were so full that I thought they would explode before he did anything more. I needed to cum as badly as I ever had in my life. My legs were shaking violently with my excitement such that I could hardly stand.

Then Robert got up on his knees in front of me and grabbed my cock into his mouth as though he were a starved man. He pushed his face into me and took all of my cock deep down his throat...all the way until his lips were touching my sack. Nothing I've ever know felt like that. Here all this time I'd wanted to see and touch another man and suddenly my friend had me in his mouth and was working the underside of my shaft with his tongue--wet, hot slick with his mouthful of saliva. His slightly rough tongue rubbing over my sweet spot was too much.

Since my only sex for a long time was my frequent masturbation, this was by far the strongest, wildest, hottest orgasm I've had for years. I couldn't help the loud groans as I pushed my cock further into his mouth and down his throat. The cum kept coming in great spurts as he slid his mouth back so he could take it all in his mouth without losing it down his throat. With his mouth full of my cum, he raised up and held me close and brought his lips to mine. Then as we opened our mouths, we shared my cum and I was amazed that it was so good. I was still trembling from the tremendous pleasure as he went back down on me and again licked off the remaining drops of cum. His wet lips and tongue were slurping loudly as he cleaned me off.

Robert seemed satisfied with our quck sex frenzy although he had not yet had an orgasm. So as I raised him up and knelt before him, he said "Hey, Joe, I wanted to do that. I've wanted that glorious cock of yours for a long time. you don't have to return the favor." Robert went on to tell me that his sex life hadn't been good for years and he, very much like me, had started having dreams of gay sex. With me as his partner. no less. I'm nearly bald, several years older than Robert, somewhat overweight and don't consider myself sexy at all. Little did I know that Robert was having those feelings and watching me for some sign of interest for a long time.

As he told me of his interest, I got so hot that I couldn't be still and started shifting from one foot to another as my cock started to harden again. Robert's beautiful cock had never gone down. I couldn't resist, I had to have his cock in my mouth. I needed to make him feel as good as he had made me feel. As I started to go down where I could kiss and suck his balls, and then he lay back down on his dolly and spread his legs for me. Oh what a beautiful sight. I couldn't take my eyes off his full balls and hard cock.

Then I found myself kissing and licking all around his balls and my tongue was going up the crack between his ass cheeks and suddenly i wanted to go deep into his ass. As my tongue darted around his hairly asshole he groaned and his breathing got very fast and heavy. Robert put his hands on the back of my head, encouraging me up into his ass. I was so hot that it was the most natural thing to do. Just kiss and lick deep into his ass. with that large hot cock sticking out where I could hold it with my hand while I reamed his ass with my stiff wet tongue.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt huge spurts of cum hitting the back of my neck and shoulders. Robert was gasping and groaning as if in great pain and pushing his ass even harder into my face. God! I made him cum without even getting his cock in my mouth. I had to have that cock in my mouth. So while Robert rubbed his cum all over my neck and shoulders, I took his softening cock in my mouth and sucked and licked. I sucked hard and the blood stared to engorge his cock head again--just what I wanted. Although he had cum forcefully just moments ago he was already getting hard again as my tongue kept massaging his long hard cock in my wet hot mouth. I was enjoying the feel of Robert inside me so much that I didn't recognize the build up and commencing of his orgasm until I felt more hot spurts hit the back of my throat. Before I thought about it, I swallowed the slippery fluid, savoring every drop. As he relaxed and came down, Robert said coyly "Well, I shared with you. Then you kept all of mine for yourself." Then he bent down and started kissing and licking the cum that had begun to dry on my shoulders.

Ah, we both had been starving men and now we were so well fed that there was nothing but contented, relaxed warmth and satisfaction. As I started to put my shorts back on, Robert said "Hey, Eve won't be home for a long time yet. Wanna go in and have a drink or three and think about this some more?" We both knew that this wasn't the end of something wonderful, rather just the beginning.