Enjoying Rob Part 3
*This story involves two married males having fun together. *
With the knock at the door, and a male voice calling out our names, I jumped up and got dressed as if my mother had just caught me jerking off. Rob just yelled out, "Just a minute".
He got dressed quickly too and went to the door. He yelled through the door, "who is this"?
"It's Pat from down the road. Who is this?"
Rob opened the door, and it was obvious they knew each other and congenealities were shared. It seems Rob's cousin had asked old Pat to check on the cabin every once in awhile, and of course it had to be this night. To keep things looking normal, Rob introduced me as a family friend and he just wanted to show me the cabin.
"Want a scotch?" Rob asked him. (That's what he'd normally do).
"Oh, just a quick sip, and I've got to get back – the wife will get worried you know" he replied laughing just a little.
We talked, or should I say listened to Pat tell a story of someone who'd broken into a cabin down the road who got caught As he talked, I couldn't help wonder how different this conversation would have been if he would have used his key and just barged in finding me sucking Rob. But about 30 minutes later, it was all over and he started to button up his coat and slip on his boots getting ready to leave. "Nice to see you again Rob, Al – nice to meet you. Don't forget to lock the door"! Then he was off. As soon as we saw the headlights of his car make their way down the lane-way we both sunk to the floor in laughter, relieving our anxiety.
"Holy shit" I said. "Two minutes earlier and I would have had to introduce myself with your cum dribbling from my mouth".
We were lying side by side at first until he rolled over and settled his body on mine. Both of us fully clothed, but feeling our cocks stirring in our jeans. He propped himself up a little bit and we pressed our cocks together for a good 30 seconds so we could feel them both, sharing our masculinity. Oh it felt good and we both knew it, and so, ever so slowly, we started to push into each other and grind them together. Spreading our legs wide, and then scrunching our thighs together trying to find the best pressure points. We started to press hard, then harder and again, knowing where we were heading, we stared at each other with sexy grins, getting a great rhythm going making sure our cocks stayed connected. We got harder, more intense and with each stroke we knew we were getting closer. Hard cocks pressing together in jeans? What a great feeling.
And then it happened, that point of no return. I couldn't hold back and just as I started to explode in my boxers, he was doing the same thing but right into his jeans. We kept writhing our hips together feeling our pulsing cocks through the denim. Oh my god that felt good. Then he collapsed on me, full weight resting his head beside mine and we just stayed like that – our crotches still together, feeling the wet cum in my pubes. It was great. After about 15 minutes, we got up, I wanted to wipe myself up but he had other plans.
We both stood up and took off our jeans, naked again from the waist down. Just as I was about to ask him for a towel, he grabbed me and our still wet cocks pressed hard against the other.
"Instead of using towels, how about we just clean each other off" he asked.
I smiled and taking my brotherly cock away from his, I knelt down and started to lick up his semen, wherever it had landed: his balls, the length of his penis; and lots in his pubes. So I lingered there for awhile until he was licked clean. When I was done, he started to go on his knees to return the favour. I lifted his face up by his chin asking, "Are you sure? I'd love it, but don't feel you have to".
"Ah, it seems like the right thing to do" he replied. Unfortunately for me, most of my cum had gone into my boxers, but there was enough for him to get a taste of me, and my dick. He didn't linger like I did, but still, it was cool to share my dick with my buddy.
When he got up, we hugged again, crotches lightly touching when he slapped me on the ass and said – "I guess we better get out of here before any suspicions arise".
We reluctantly let go of each other, put out the fire, and put away the scotch. While he did that, I got dressed and was waiting by the door, but he still had not put his jeans back on. "Unless...you think we have time for one more sniff suck and swallow"?
"You bugger" I teased back. "Get your ass over here". And so he did, and once again, I sunk to my knees and devoured his cock as if someone had said to me, "If this was your last meal on earth, what would it be"?
Back in my mouth it went, him loving the sight of me sucking him, me loving the taste of him, and holding onto that great ass of his while he fucked my mouth constantly smiling at each other. This was a quickie so there was jerking, and tongue flicking, and thrusting and within minutes, he squeezed my head with both arms and keeping my head still, he came hard in my mouth grunting, and squeezing the words "oh my god" from his mouth. It wasn't a big load, but I could still taste him, and the smell of his now sweaty crotch was in my nostrils and I was loving it. I gently massaged his balls while he softened in my mouth but I kept on nursing that beautiful penis of his.
And then, it was time to go. His jeans were pulled up and got buckled and I knew I had found one of the best friends I would ever have. The drive home was filled with silence, light conversation, and some giggling outbursts thinking of what had just happened and we improvised some stories of what we would have said or done if old Pat had burst in on us.
When he dropped me off at home, it was back to normal with a handshake and an "Until next time. See ya soon bud". As he was backing out of the driveway, he stopped, rolled down his window and called me over. "I thought I should tell you, you've got a little something just on the side of your chin." With that, he rubbed his finger on my chin, and stuck it in my mouth. "Think about that until your next suck. Take care".
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