For some time in the quiet privacy of my study, I'd beenwriting and sharing male-on-male porn with others like me. Married,respectable, supposedly straight, I lived a lie I guess, a sham marriage andexistence. The porn was a way to vicariously experience that which I wanted sobadly, sex with other men.
One of the latest stories I'd shared was about mybrother-in-law. A tale of a weekend together alone, a planned strategy andprivate hope that he wanted the same thing I did. In the story, the planworked, perfectly. He gave the right signals, I flirted the right amount and weended up in a hot and lustful night of passion.
As I submitted the story, I worried about using his name andcertain keys to his life that might tip him off to the fact that it was abouthe and I. Believing that he was unfortunately very "straight," I choose not toworry about him stumbling across the erotic tale on a mostly gay site. Therewas also a degree of excitement about sharing the tale with others, a dangerworth risking.
I received an appreciated amount of comments and praise fromreaders who appreciated the story as well as its sexual nature. The nice thingabout writing is the actualization of fantasies, the translation of dreams intonear reality. By putting the thoughts and desires down on paper, you feel thebeauty and joy of private desires and wants while allowing others to experiencethe lust and passion from deep inside.
It was a month or so after the story had published, that mywife and myself joined her sister and brother-in-law for a movie and dinner.When I walked into their house, I realized I seemed to look at him differently.It was almost as if the night, the event, the pleasures, had actually happened.He smiled back. Like usual when we were greeted, he gave me hug, but this time,he squeezed my ass. I wasn't wearing any underwear as usual when I wear jeansand I leaned into the hug and squeeze. I instinctively, before I could catchmyself, pressed my groin into him. My mind exploded with the possibility thathe'd read my story; that he knew what I shared with many others about theimaginings of a wild and lustful weekend together alone, in bed.
He asked if I wanted to check out something in his barn, Iagreed as usual. I kept reminding myself that it was just my imagination, justmy wild and passionate lust, he would never do such a thing. I followed him tothe barn.
We walked through the door, he shut it behind me and when Iturned, his dick was out, hanging through the zipper for all to see. I starred.It was different than the cock I'd imagined, the uncut cock. His was cut andnot larger than mine as I'd imagined and written about which is to be expected.The imagination's always larger.
"Um," I stuttered, "your barn door is open and the horse isgetting away."
He looked down and laughed, "so it is. That thing has a mindof its own." He slowly pushed it back into his pants and as he looked at me,raised the zipper.
I laughed trying to disguise my delight, my fear that heknew my lust, that he knew and wanted something to happen. Had he stumbledacross the story I'd written and shared on line?
He continued past me to the car he was restoring and beganchatting about the upholstery and trim pieces he's added since my last visit. Icouldn't concentrate. I kept seeing his cock hanging out of his pants. Had itbeen on purpose? And if so, what was his purpose? If he knew, what was he goingto do about it?
When we went back inside, the girls were just grabbing theirpurses and coats. "We're running over to the mall for a few minutes," theyexplained. "We'll be back in time to go to dinner. You boy's entertainyourselves."
"We will," Bill answered.
I wondered, still worried about where this was going.
"Well, you know what a few minutes in their terms means," hejoked.
"I sure do," I replied, masking my rattled nerves.
"Come on up to my office," he went on. "Got something funnyto show you I got the other day."
"Funny ha ha?" I asked, "or funny strange?"
"You'll see," he answered. I was unnerved by his tone.
He sat in front of his computer and pulled up an email. Ididn't recognize the name. There pasted in the body of the message was mystory. I froze.
"Sit here and read this," he directed. "It almost soundslike it's you and me. Friend of mine sent it because he thought so too. Readit."
I sat on his stool and began reading the all too familiartale of my private lust for him. He stood behind me re-reading it again over myshoulder, leaning against my back. In my mind, I began to work out anexplanation or a denial, a strategy to keep this from exploding in my face,ruining my life. I scrolled down reading the erotic tale as he read it too. Ifelt his cock getting hard, pressed against my back. When I came to the end, Ijust sat there, waiting.
"Can you believe that," he offered. "Sounds way too muchlike you and me. I didn't know you were a cocksucker." He laughed
"That's uhhh," I stammered, couldn't say anything.
"That's fucking hot," Bill continued.
"You don't think its kinda gross," I quizzed, "a guy suckingcock?"
"Whatever turns you on," he laughed as he pressed his hardcock against my back.
My mind whirled with possibilities, next moves, answers,options. Should I? Or should I not let him know what kind of a man I was? Whatto do?
With his hard cock pressed against my back, my own dickbegan to rise, to press against my jeans, wanting out. He leaned forwardharder, kinda rocked his hips grinding his raging dick into my back. He leanedover me and looked at my crotch.
"Looks like you like the story too," he added. "Your pantsare kinda bulging there."
"I wouldn't talk if I were you," I replied. "I can feelyours against my back."
"Well," he continued. "If you HAD written that story, mycock would be in your mouth before you knew what hit you."
"You serious," I blurted.
"Absolutely," he boasted, "never had a guy blow me. It'd bean interesting experience."
"Guess it would," I went on.
"If only you had written it," he said again and seemed towait.
I didn't reply.
"If only you'd written it," he repeated.
This was it; I swallowed hard, "Get you damn cock out. Let'sdo it."
He stepped back, dropped his pants and his jockeys and lethis hard cock snap forward. I leaned into it and licked. He wrapped his handsbehind my head and swung his hips forward, pushing his cock past my lips, intomy mouth. It was real now, no imagined tale, I was now an actual cocksucker. Hepushed deeper and deeper each time, his cock hard throbbing, buried deep in mymouth, my throat. I loved it, I watched him use me, fuck me, moan and groan,lost in the hot passion, real. It happened. His cock was mine, I tasted andloved every inch as he fucked my mouth.
He pulled out, stepped back. "Strip," he grunted as hestroked his wet cock. "Take your clothes off. I want you naked while you suckme."
I didn't hesitate; I stood and frantically ripped off myclothes till I stood naked in front of him. He stepped forward and grabbing myshoulders, pushed me to the floor and rammed his hard cock back into my mouth.I stroked my cock as he fucked, faster and faster he rammed it in, gagging meat times, but not stopping, driven to his final goal. I loved the hard hotthing sliding in me, using me. He moaned louder and louder, I felt his cocksurge forward, thicken and explode down my throat. I tasted him, his cum filledmy mouth, I swallowed, the final surrender; his cocksucker now. As I sucked thelast drop of cum from his exploding dick, mine shot too, all over my thighs,the perfect end to our first time. The moment had happened that changed our relationshipforever.
He let go of my head and pulled his shrinking tool from mylips, it popped free, shiny wet, semi-hard. As I watched, one last drop of cumformed at the head. I leaned forward and with my tongue, lifted it as hewatched, and swallowed. I looked at him, he smiled, moaned one last time.
"Shit," he grunted, "that was hot. The first of many times Ihope"
"Same here," I sighed.
"So, did you write that story," he asked again.
"I did," I agreed. "Never in a million years thought you'dcome across it."
"Glad I did," he boasted. He grabbed my arm and pulled meup, pulled me against him. Our naked bodies, pressed tight in a warm embrace.He squeezed my ass and whispered, "I knew you didn't have any underwear on, Icould feel earlier when I gave your ass a squeeze."
"I thought you did," I replied, "that's why I pressed mydick against you."
"You're bad," he laughed.
As we sat at dinner that night, I had a hard timeconcentrating on anything but him. Our eyes met from time to time and he smiledback, a devilish smirk almost. The women chatted on as usual, and for the mostpart we sat quiet. Toward the end of dinner, I excused myself and headed forthe john, as I walked through the door, he followed, pinching my ass as weentered the tiled washroom.
"Follow me," he demanded and entered the last stall. Once wewere inside the small space, he latched the door and dropped his pants.
"Again," he whispered in my ear.
"Here," I asked, "you sure? We don't have the time."
"Just for a second," he argued. "I want to feel your moutharound my cock again."
It didn't take any more encouragement than that. I droppedto my knees, took out his cock and swallowed it. He moaned and immediatelystarted getting harder. I felt the soft cock grow in my mouth, get thicker andlonger. He began to buck back and forth again, began to loose control when weheard the door open. We froze, his cock still resting in my mouth.
"Damn," he moaned, "we'd better get back." He pulled up hispants and we returned to the girls.
"You want dessert," Bill asked me in front of the girls witha grin. "Or are you full?"
"No," I snapped, giving him a kick under the table. Helaughed.
At the theatre later that night, he sat next to me, ratherthan boy, girl, boy, girl as usual. As the movie played on he bounced his kneesagainst mine from time to time. He wanted it again I could tell, so did I. Thenhe raised the armrest between us and threw his jacket over his lap. He nudgedme with his elbow and when I looked at him, he kept glancing down at hiscrotch. I knew.
I slowly slid my hand under his coat up to his crotch. Healready had his cock out, and hard. I wrapped my fingers around it slowlystroked trying not to let the coat move. I could hear his breathing, his lowpurr as I stroked his demanding cock, the sweet cock I'd had in my mouth twicenow. I wanted to lean down and swallow it again, I needed it, I wanted itdesperately. The moment was broken when one of wives asked us to get a drink.
Bill groaned as I withdrew my hand, as he fumbled under hiscoat to put his frustrated dick away. "What do you want," Bill asked, in anirritated tone.
"Soda and popcorn," his wife replied.
"We'll be right back," he responded, looking at me. I heardthe `We' and knew.
I followed him directly to the bathroom and as we enteredthe room, an usher was cleaning the stalls. "Damn," Bill shouted as we exitedthe room.
"Follow my lead," he ordered as we got the snacks and headedback to the girls. He gave them the goodies and told them we were leaving toget a drink across the street. We'd meet them at the car afterwards. Beforethey could argue, we were gone, up the aisle and out the door. I followed Billto the parking lot and slid in the passenger's seat. Before I could get seated,he had his dick out again and was pushing my head down into his lap. It didn'ttake much coaxing before I was swallowing his hot cock again. He fucked fastand hard, demanding the satisfaction he'd been working toward all evening. Iwelcomed his hot mantool in my mouth, welcomed the hard thrusting as his handpushed my head deeper and deeper around his cock. I felt his pubic hair againstmy cheek as he completely buried his dick down my throat. I loved every inch,every smell, every feel of him inside me. My hands roamed up under his shirt,squeezed his nipples, felt his chest as me fucked my mouth, as he used me. Andthen as the moans got louder, his head threw back and he emptied a second loadinside me, his manjuice filled me, I swallowed it all, relishing the taste, thelust, the feel, the fullness of the moment. I held him softly between my lipsas the size diminished, the soft spent cock rested silently on my tongue. Imoaned. I relished the moment, the feel, the memory.
I lifted off and let the sweet spent dick lie in his lap,satisfied and complete.
"Get you pants down now," he ordered, "Jack off for me."
I did as he demanded. I took my jeans down and beganstroking my hard cock. Precum oozed from the head of my cock as I stroked it.And then, he reached out grabbed my arm, pulled it off my cock and he tookover, stroked my dick. I think mine was the first cock other than his he'd evertouched. He jacked it faster and faster until I too exploded all over my legs.He lifted a glob of my cum and raised it to my lips, I opened and sucked itfrom his fingers, he did it again. I moaned and lay back, both spent,exhausted, satisfied.
"Guess we'd better get that drink now," he laughed, " thoughyou've had plenty to drink. At least for now."
We both laughed.
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