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Accidental Adultery
It was the summer after my first year of college. I was working as an assistant in my dad's tiny legal office in, let's just say the middle of nowhere. I was feeling pretty down because the guy I had been seeing at school had decided that he didn't want to do a long-distance of the summer. In retrospect I totally understand since he was going to be interning at Google for the summer and presumably fucking his way through The Castro. I had a ton of time on my hands during the day, especially because my dad and his legal partner were in court all day at least two or three days a week.
This was in the pre-Grindr era (I'm dating myself), so one of the only ways to meet guys in a place like that was Craigslist. I had a few friends at college who were into older guys or something else that you couldn't find on our small liberal arts campus, so I knew the basics but I had never tried it myself. Still it took me about two days to get curious I wasn't out in high school and I wondered what kind of guys would be posting craigslist ads in my area.
I logged on to kill time one afternoon and found the usual mix of stuff, a lot of older closeted guys who were looking for real love and companionship, and a bunch of pervs who just posted dick pics. There was also one ad for a glory hole that someone posted every single week and I'm still kind of sorry that I never checked it out, but I digress.
After about an hour I worked up the courage/boredom to post my own. It was probably something incredibly lazy along the lines of:
College student home for the summer - 20 (a lie, i was still 19)
I'm home for the summer and SO BORED would love to meet a hot cool guy to have some fun with. Hit me up if you're interested.
It got like six replies in an hour, three of which were dick pics and one from the Glory Hole guy. The only one that really piqued my interest was from a guy named "Marc." who said he was 28 and house-sitting for his parents at a place that was maybe five minutes from my dad's office. He attached a bunch of shirtless pics that he took in a mirror, I couldn't see his face but the body looked good, he was slim and sculpted in that not-quite-abs-but-almost-abs way.
We chatted a little bit and he seemed to be, in my 19-year-old sensibility, not a serial killer. I was allowed to close the office to grab lunch if no one was around so after exchanging maybe twenty emails with this guy I decided to drive over to his place. So after circling the block 8 times, devolving into panic sweats, and texting him "I'm coming," followed by "I can't, I'm nervous" approximately 64 times, I finally made it to his door. It was right around the time I was knocking on the door that I realized (somewhat irrationally) that since he was older than me, he might not be willing to let me top.
He answered the door wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. He was obviously older than 28 but not by much, maybe like early 30's which I thought was pretty funny. The house was gorgeous, totally immaculate, and full of interesting modern art. As soon as I was inside he shut the door, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me into a kiss. I was used to being the dominant one but his tongue was in my mouth almost instantly, it felt like we were wrestling for control.
Before I could fully get my balance I felt his hand firmly shoving me to the floor. I sank to my knees on the cool tile floor of his foyer and felt his hand slide to the back of my head, pushing my face into his crotch.
"I just got back from the gym" he said just as my mouth connected with the sweaty fabric covering his bulge. I opened my mouth and sucked his cock through the thing fabric. My cock was rock hard. I'd never been pushed around this way before, but I didn't hate it. I reached for his waistband but he slapped my hand away.
"Not yet." He said forcefully, once again pushing my head into him. He could taste the sweat in the fabric of his shorts but I didn't really object. Suddenly he pulled me to my feet and kissed me again, our tongues intertwined and moaned into his mouth. I was rock hard and my cock was still trapped behind the slightly too tight black trousers my dad insisted I wear around the office.
Suddenly he broke the kiss and started pulling my back toward what I discovered was a bedroom. There was a queen-sized bed a small computer desk with a bunch of photos and two wide-open windows that overlooked the side yard, the pool, and the neighbor's house. He quickly pulled off my shirt and dragged me toward the bed. I wanted to avoid the window feeling a little exposed but he pulled me into him and started kissing me again this time shoving his hand down my pants to give my cock a squeeze.
As we kissed I fumbled with my bed and zipped wanting to remove my pants before the ripped or otherwise got damaged. I had to go back to work after this. I had just managed to get them unbuckled and down to my ankles when he shoved me onto the bed. I lay there with my feet on the ground, hard cock poking out of my boxers (sorry) staring up at him. He was smiling like a starving man at a buffet.
Before I knew what was happening he had stripped off his shorts revealing a very nice, rock hard, seven-inch cock. But that wasn't for me. He hopped onto the bed, turned and lowered his ass onto my face before I could even react.
"Eat my ass" was all he said as his firm round cheeks covered my nose and mouth. While his body was lightly hairy his ass was entirely smooth. I caught a glimpse of his pink pucker as he lowered onto my face.
I had never rimmed anyone before. My boyfriend and I had been super vanilla and I had no idea what to do, but the moment I got a whiff of his scent it was like instinct took over. My tongue lashed up and down his crack, occasionally and inexpertly finding his hole. He didn't seem to mind my lack of skill, or at least my enthusiasm must have compensated. He began to bounce up and down, all but riding my face. I'd never experienced anything like it before, it felt dirty and humiliating and incredibly hot. My cock was rock hard bouncing with the rhythm of the rocking bed.
I spent what felt like an hour but it might have only been a few minutes with my face buried in his ass. Suddenly he lifted himself off of me. Surprised I found myself reaching up to pull him back down onto my face but he was having none of it. He turned, pressed his lips against mine, and invaded my mouth once again with his tongue for a long minute. I noticed that he was holding his hard cock in his right hand, he'd been stroking the whole time and it was hard and slick with precum.
"You're so hot." He said raggedly before breaking our kiss and straddling me. Seconds later he had shoved his hard slick cock into my mouth. Kneeling over me he began to piston in and out of my mouth, fucking my throat. I gagged but that only made him pump faster and harder. It wasn't long before he groaned and filled my mouth with cum. I gagged again, spitting some of it out as he pulled his slowly deflating cock away, but the slightly salty state remained.
"Sorry about that. I got really carried away," he said, still smiling. He looked so sext with his sweaty hair plastered to his forehead. He stared at me for a long second and then pulled me in for another kiss, inevitably tasting his own cum in my mouth. At the same time he reached down, grabbed my still hard cock, and began furiously jerking. That was all I could take as I shot a ribbon of cum across my chest with drops traveling as far as my hair and the headboard behind us.
I lay there for a moment, feeling totally spent as he hopped off the bed and darted into the nearby master bathroom. A moment later he returned and tossed me a towel, still smiling. I wasn't used to hookup procedure so I took my time getting cleaned up, chattering away about school and summer, and my job. I was still wiping down my chest when we heard what sounded like a garage door. Suddenly his affable face froze.
"Shit." He said, pulling on his shirt with greater urgency. He provided no context but I did the same, buttoning my dress shirt as quickly as I could.
"Who's here?!" I whispered sharply as he ushered me down the hall toward the door where my shoes still sat. I barely managed to get them on as he shoved me out the door. At the other end of the house I heard a door open, presumably from the garage attached to the lower driveway.
"My wife." he said, flashing me an unexpectedly goofy smile before kissing me quickly on the lips and slamming the door. Despite all good judgment, I saw a lot more of Marc that summer.
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