I hadn't seen Roger for several weeks. Work was busy, the kids were, too. My wife had a bunch of things for me to do. I really had no free time.
Roger was an older guy, a widower in fact. He was inching toward 60, but he was in great shape and was raunchy and confident in a way that younger guys never seemed to be. I was 45 and married and had a few experiences with guys before. I really liked getting kinky, but most guys it seems were just too vanilla for my tastes. Roger knew how to press all my buttons.
I was driving around on a spring Saturday afternoon, figuring I had about 90 minutes to myself. I normally call first, but I figured that Roger would be cool if I just showed up. So I made my way down his street toward his condo.
I pulled into the driveway and saw his car there, so I knew that he was home. I saw that his front door was open. I could see through the screen door, but couldn;t see Roger. I shouted out his name. The TV was, I could tell. In fact, from the noise, it sounded like one of Roger's gay pornos. I shouted his name once more, then decided to make my way in.
I opened the screen door and walke into the living room. The video was on his wide screen, some clothes were heaped on the flloor, but Roger was nowhere to be found. I started walking through his single-floor condo, figuring he was either in the bathroom or the bedroom. As I walked down the hall towards his bedroom, I heard the water running.
I thought this was quite handy. Perhaps I'd give him a nice surprise. So I stripped and dumped my clothes on the floor of his bedroom. I made my way to the shower and started opening the door. Upon entering the door, I could hear the shower, but I could also make out what could only be moaning. But there were two distinct moans . . . Roger had a guest!
I sat there, naked, wondering what to do. Clearly, I was intruding on some very hot and private activity. At the same time, I was extremely turned on.
My cock pulsed and grew listening to the love making going on just a few feet from me. I knew the polite thing to do was leave, but I figured one peek wouldn't kill me.
I moved to my right so that I could see into the shower. I could make out the back of a very strong man, who was kneeling in the shower. The water ran down his back as his head bobbed up and down on Roger's cock. Roger had one hand on the back of the guy's head and his eyes were closed. He was encouraging the guy, with moans. Every once in a while he would shove his hips forward and hold his cock at the back of the man's throat. I swear I almost came right there.
I must have gasped or something, because Roger opened his eyes quickly. He look startled at first, seeing me there, naked, cock swollen. But, his face turned quickly from shock to an amused smile. "Looks like we got company, stud."
The kneeling guy stopped sucking abruptly and turned his head. He was mortified to see me there. He tried to stand up, but Roger held him in place with a firm push on his shoulder. "That's OK. I know him. He's a friend of mine. And it looks like he wants to play."
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